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deathisanartmetzli · 2 years

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Keep You Right Here || Bex & Metzli

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @inbextween @deathisanartmetzli

SUMMARY: Bex helps Metzli return home.

CONTAINS: Domestic abuse mentions, Emotional Abuse mentions, Parental death mention

Darkness receded and gave way to a dim light. Everything was fuzzy, felt so distant and garbled in the pain-induced haze. It was like a thick substance prevented their body from moving, like they were fighting against molasses. A weight so heavy that Metzli’s body could not rise, and could only shift uncomfortably as the pain rose excruciatingly and their throat felt like it was filled with knives. “Con calma. (Calm down.)” A small voice pleaded. Metzli’s head whipped and they cried out in pain, cutting it short from the knives digging further into their esophagus. Everything hurt so much. How were they still alive? “Me llamo Sylvia. Te encontré caído en el suelo contra…(My name is Sylvia. I found you collapsed next to…)” She trailed off, eyes falling on a pile of ash that looked to have been swept together. “…maestro Eloy. (…Master Eloy.)” She flinched as she said his name, and Metzli understood immediately why she helped, why she looked relieved to be looking at his remains.

“Gracias, Sylvia.” Metzli groaned as they sat up, realizing they were in what used to be Eloy’s bed. Sylvia shuffled to their side and they winced, waiting for an attack. It never came. “No te voy a maltratar. Estoy aliviada que ya no me pueda tocar. (I’m not going to hurt you. I’m relieved he can’t touch me again.)” Silently, Metzli nodded and the dryness of their throat settled in. “¿Cuanto tiempo tengo dormido? (How much time have I been asleep?)” They asked worriedly. Sylvia swallowed thickly and looked concerned. Raising a finger, she shuffled to a table and returned with a bowl of fresh blood. They took it immediately and wolfed it down.

“Hace como seis días. Todos piensan que el maestro Eloy te está torturando aquí. Pero van a sospechar si nos quedamos. (It’s been about six days. Everyone thinks that Master Eloy is torturing you in here. But, they’re going to be suspicious if we stay here.)” Sylvia’s words were barely above a whisper, and Metzli choked on the blood. “¡¿Seis días?!” They inhaled the rest of the blood and tried to rise fully but fell back in agony. “Necesito—celular. ¿Hay un celular?” (I need—cellphone. Is there a cellphone?)” Sylvia nodded and pulled one from the nightstand. It was Eloy’s. Taking the cellphone, Metzli immediately got online and signed into their account. So many messages were popping up and their stomach dropped. The packages were sent. Their friends thought they were dead. With a trembling hand, they dialed for someone, a friend who might be the only one who could get them and this stranger to safety. The trill of the line made them uneasy, made their body tense despite the pain it caused. When a click sounded, they let out a soft gasp and spoke with a rasp, “Bex?”

Bex didn’t know what she expected when she saw the unknown number on her phone screen. She didn’t usually answer those kinds of calls, but something compelled her to answer this one. Maybe it was Mina. Maybe it was someone unknown calling her about Mina. Maybe it was someone who could fix everything that had happened, bring her girlfriend-- her fiancee-- back to her. Or her dead friend, or, fuck, anything about her life just a week ago when it was all going fine. Going great. She wanted that life back. She felt like she was never going to get that life back.

And then she heard Metzli’s voice on the other end of the phone. “M-Metzli?” she didn’t believe it at first, surely she was just imagining things. Hearing their voice because her heart ached and she missed them and she needed something good in her life. “I thought-- you were-- you-- the packages. Metzli, is it--?” she felt tears already welling up in her eyes. Her voice was already cracking. “Is it really you? Please, is it really you, Metzli?”

A choked sob escaped their throat and Metzli nodded their head feverishly despite Bex not being able to see it. “It’s me. I just woke up. I’ve been out for six days.” Their voice became a whimper at the end and they had to cover their mouth to prevent a wail from developing. It hurt so much to speak, but they had to continue. “He’s…” Eyes fell onto the pile of ash and they could feel their body tense just before relaxing again. “I killed him. Nell got away. But he got me and—sorry. Forget it.” There was so much to say but they weren’t sure how much she wanted to hear. She sounded so distraught and that didn’t sit right with them.

“I…I’m stuck here. Is there any way you can summon me back or something? I don’t have any documentation on me and I…” Metzli trailed off, feeling uneasy about asking for help, for a favor when they should be able to help themselves. But at that moment, they knew they were helpless. Bex was probably their only hope of getting back with or without magic.

Bex couldn’t help but let out a sob, clasping her hand over her mouth to keep from being too loud. It was them, it was really them. Metzli was alive. The first good news Bex had had in days. “You killed him? Eloy? He-- he’s dead? You did it?” Words were falling out of her mouth like drabble, water pouring from a cup. “No, no, no. Don’t be sorry, don’t-- it’s okay. You’re alive and that’s all that matters. I-- you’re alive.” She had to sit down immediately, running her hand through her hair. “S-stuck? I-- I don’t know how to do summoning magic and Nell still isn’t back, she got stuck somewhere cause the spell went wrong.”

Bex looked around. She had to do something, she had to get them back here. She had to help them. “I-- is there an airport near you? One that lands private jets?”

“Y-yeah. I did it. I don’t know how, but I did. And this woman,” Metzli glanced up to Sylvia and swallowed thickly. “She helped me. I think she was tired of master—of him.” They almost got angry at themselves, irritated that even at that moment, they couldn’t stop themselves. Anger slipped away at the sound of all of Bex’s sobs. Despite both of their state’s, her voice was the best thing that had happened in days, and it was only a matter of time that they would be together again.

Covering the microphone, they looked at Sylvia. “¿Hay un aeropuerto? ¿Una privada? (Is there an airport? A private one?)” With widened eyes, Sylvia nodded enthusiastically, excited and desperate at the prospect of getting away. “The woman says there is. How soon can it get here? I don’t know how much longer we can pretend Eloy is alive. I also…I’m pretty hurt. The less people on the plane the better.” Metzli was speaking rushedly, scared that they’d be somehow cut off. “God, it feels so good to hear your voice. I miss you so much. I miss everyone so much.”

“You did it,” Bex said, still sobbing, “you did it. You did it. Metzli, you did it. Thank you. Whoever helped you, tell them thank you. Thank you so much.” She wiped at her eyes, tried to stop the sniffling. “I’m sorry. I need to stop-- private. Yes. Private.” She started sifting through stuff in her room, setting the phone down for a moment as she pulled a box from her closet, throwing folders out as she looked for the right one. “Yes, yes, I can--” she scoured through the papers in the folder and found what she was looking for. “Just-- give me a minute. Can I call you back? I need to call someone else.” She hated the idea of it, but she had a way, thanks to her family’s money, thanks to their business. Being big shot lawyers with branches around the country meant they had a private jet on command. She hated the idea of her privilege, but if she could use it to help someone, then she would. She had to. It was the only good use of it.

“I did it.” They joined Bex in her cries, letting their own hot tears stream down their cheeks. Eloy was gone. All they needed to do now was get home. Nodding, they listened as the line clicked to end. A shaky sigh escaped their lips and they rushed to get up. “Necesitamos empezar a irnos. (We need to pack and leave.)” Metzli said with a groan, stumbling on weak legs. Sylvia hooked their arm around her and guided them to the clothes they were wearing before they passed out. “Gracias.” Some of their strength was returning thanks to the blood, but they were nowhere near full strength.

Metzli took the last of the blood Sylvia offered and managed to stand on their own. Their body screamed, begging to be given more, but they had to make the blood be enough. They had to remain in control. Once the pair was ready, they secured their backpack with a wince and settled back on the bed to wait for Bex’s call. The absence of her voice made everything feel so much heavier. Eyes stared intently at the phone, hoping the call came soon.

Bex made the call quickly and of course someone answered right away. All she had to do was give them a name-- Oxendine, it tasted like blood in her mouth-- and they had a jet secured and ready to send wherever and pick up whoever. They gave her the exact time and place and Bex wrote it all down before texting the info to the phone Metzli had called from. Then she dialed and waited for the line to ring. She needed to hear their voice again, to know that it was real. To know she wasn’t making something up in her distressed, sorrowful state. “Metzli?” she said again when the line picked up. “Did you-- I texted you the info. To this number. It’ll be there in a couple of hours, um-- about six. I’m sorry it can’t come sooner, but you can wait at the airport in the lounge. Just give them the name and password I sent you, okay? I-- I’m gonna get you home, I promise. You’re coming home.”

Right after the text came through with all the necessary information, Bex’s call came through and they inhaled a deep breath. “I’m here.” Metzli sounded a little better, no longer having a bitterly dry throat. “I got the information. Thank you. Thank you.” Home. That’s all Metzli wanted. They just wanted to be home. A sob broke through and they had to do their best to cough it away. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon. I’m sorry this happened.” The line was silent for a few moments, only broken to say goodbye and extend their love.

The location Bex sent would take three hours to get to, so the vampires had to get started. “Vámonos. Vas a ir conmigo. Ya no necesitas quedarte aquí. (Let’s go. You’re coming with me. You don’t need to stay here anymore.)” Sylvia shook her head, smiling warmly. “No. No puedo. Necesito ayudar a los vampiros perdidos. Ellos necesitan alguien amable. (No. I can’t. I need to stay for the lost ones. They need someone kind.)” Metzli understood and didn’t fight her on it. With Eloy gone, several vampires would be lost, would need guidance. They gave Sylvia a single nod and let themselves be guided carefully to Eloy’s balcony. “Gracias.” Metzli bowed respectfully and then bound over the second floor to head to the airport.

When the jet finally arrived, Metzli was struggling to not attack, but they held back and gave all the necessary information. They practically bolted into the plane, holding their nose shut to not take in any scent of blood. Body shook from the tension and pain, but they needed to remain calm. They were so close to being home and that brought enough comfort to help their body relax. In a matter of seconds, the meditative state they learned to call sleep took over.

Bex rushed to the car and to the airport because she needed to be there to pick up Metzli. She could’ve called a car for them, but this felt better. She needed to see them. She paced the airport lounge while she waited, she couldn’t sit still. The steward kept asking her if she needed anything, water or a snack or a drink. Bex didn’t have time to stop and say no, but she didn’t say yes, either. She just kept pacing and worrying and running hands through her hair, looking towards the tarmac, waiting. She hated waiting. She was never really impatient, but she hated waiting right now.

Finally, the plane landed and pulled up and Bex leapt from her spot and over to the doors, bouncing in her spot. And the second Metzli was through the door, Bex raced up to them and threw her arms around them tightly and she was already crying, burying herself in the vampire. “I thought you were dead,” she sobbed, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

The moment Bex came into view, Metzli’s eyes cascaded a waterfall of tears and their breath hitched considerably. It felt so surreal to have her in front of them. “I thought I was dead too. I can’t believe you’re real.” Their arms draped around her carefully, tightening as her cries grew louder. All they wanted to do was take her pain away, but they had to settle for paying her kindness with comfort. It didn’t matter that it caused their ribs to shake and tender skin to burn. She was all that mattered, home was what mattered.

As all the smells of people hit them, their grip tightened but they didn’t lose control. Metzli’s throat constricted painfully, but even then, the comfort of being home kept them stable. “Can we go home? I need to eat…and…people are staring.” Their hand gestured to their body and face, all of it painted with Eloy’s final masterpiece. Victory was theirs, and even if it came at such a great cost, it was one they were happy to pay.

“I’m real,” Bex said, exasperated, “I’m real and you’re real and you’re here and you’re not dead and I missed you. I missed you so much.” She missed having something normal. She missed having someone. She missed Mina. She missed Mina so god damn much and she knew she was projecting that ache and loss onto her sorrow over Metzli, but she couldn’t help it. She needed someone, and Morgan was great, of course she was, but Morgan was a mother, she needed a friend. She sniffled and pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “Sorry, sorry, I--” she glanced around as Metzli gestured and she shook her head. “Right, yeah, let’s--” she took Metzli’s hand. “Let’s go.”

She pulled them away from the door, towards the exit where the car was waiting for them. “Here, let me take your stuff,” she opened the trunk and held her hands out for the bag they had. She finally got a look at Metzli, at the condition they were in and she felt tears again. “God, what happened to you…”

Metzli yelped as the backpack slid off of their shoulder, grazing the deep stab wound Eloy had given them. “A lot,” Their gaze averted quickly and they limped themselves towards the passenger side to sit down. They didn’t bother with the seatbelt, it wasn’t necessary. Besides that, lifting their arms already proved too difficult. A ball formed in their throat as they sat inside. Being in Bex’s car felt so heavy yet so freeing. Returning home had taken such precedence that they hadn’t taken the time to fully accept everything that had happened, everything they had experienced. No matter how much they swallowed and choked back their emotions, they demanded to be felt.

Their hand gripped tightly onto their knee and they fell forward, crying into their hand. Metzli wailed and let themselves feel every emotion in between good and bad. “Mast—he chained—” They couldn’t finish. Their voice became consumed by cryful hiccups and soft sobs they attempted to stifle. “I fought. I fought.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Bex said, panicking a moment as she heard Metzli yelp. “Here, here, sit down.” She opened the passenger door and motioned for them to have a seat. She could tell something was welling up inside of them, she could see it in their face. She knew because she felt it, too, stabbing deep inside of her. Emotions that would not hide, that you could not let go of or stuff down. They were screaming to be heard and seen and shown but Bex couldn’t put all her pain on Metzli when they looked like how she felt, and they probably felt the same, too.

They were crumpled over and crying before Bex even stood back up to shut the door. She didn’t know what to say, bending down to kneel and wrap her arms gently around their slumped form. “It’s okay, I know you did, I know. I know you did,” she said, repeating the words because she didn’t know what else to say. “He’s gone. You’re safe. He’s gone. You did it. You’re free.”

After a few long moments, Metzli calmed down enough to speak clearly and look at Bex. Maybe everything wasn’t perfect, but if being home, alive, was as close as they could get, they’d take it. No one, not even Eloy could take their home away. “Thank you for getting me back home. Thank you. I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you, but I will. I will.” Knowing Bex, they knew she wouldn’t accept, but they had to try anyway. She had given them everything back. Thanks to her, the family they had created didn’t have to lose a member.

The break in between weeps of despair allowed for Bex’s pained visage to become clear. Time was no longer constrained, and Metzli was given the opportunity to feel and consume her energy. She was hurting, and if they thought about it hard enough, they could recall how pained Bex had looked the entire time. Brows furrowed with concern and they sniffled away their distress, “Stuff happened, huh? Let’s—Let’s go. It looks like we both need each other right now.” They gave Bex the biggest smile they could form, which was barely even one to begin with, but it still felt like the biggest lie ever told.

“No, no,” Bex insisted, shaking her head, “you don’t have to pay me back. You don’t. Just-- just having you here alive is thanks enough. Okay?” She stayed where she was until Metzli calmed and she leaned back, sitting on the ledge of the sidewalk and looking up at them. She was exhausted and still worried and wondering, unable to stop any of it. But she could do this, she could be there for them. She swallowed back more tears and nodded, standing up as she shut their door gently and went around to the other side, climbing in. She didn’t turn the car on for a long time.

When Metzli spoke again, she jumped a little, turning to look at them. “No, no, it’s-- I’m okay. I-- let’s just get you home, okay? Just worry about you, right now. I can take you to your place and you can take a nice, warm shower and cuddle Yucca and Milo will be there, and--” Murphy. Bex’s brow furrowed. She still had bruises around her neck from her. “Let’s just go home.” And she started up the car, pulling away from the curb.

“No, I can’t go home like this. I can’t.” Metzli shifted uncomfortably in their seat and ran through all the possibilities in their head. They looked like a literal horror movie in the worst way possible. As much as they wanted to give Milo a giant hug and kiss Yuca’s head, they also didn’t want him to see them in their condition. “Can I—is there any way I can get cleaned up at your place first? Hell, I might need a doctor. I just don’t—I can’t. Not right now. I’ll tell Milo I’m back. I just can’t see him immediately.” It was difficult, but they swallowed their tears and prevented any more from falling for now.

When the car began to move, that’s when it really dawned on them that they were free, that they could finally relax. But then Metzli found that they couldn’t, not fully, when the bruising around Bex’s neck registered. For a brief moment, as they searched for answers, they could smell Murphy’s faint scent on their best friend. A low growl vibrated from their chest, but they kept their composure. “You’ll tell me about who did that to your neck once I’m a little more healed. I’ll take care of that when I’m able to.” Their head fell back onto the headrest and they sighed as their hand extended slowly to Bex. It was a silent request for comfort, to hold their hand as they rested their eyes if she accepted. Cuts, bites, and bruises covered their hand, and even if it hurt to have pressure on the tender skin, they wanted it to be held. They wanted the physical comfort so badly, but didn’t forget the boundaries set before. Even then, they wouldn’t break them.

“I--” Bex started, but stopped herself. She knew Morgan didn’t like Metzli, not very much, and she didn’t think the woman would take well to Bex inviting them into her home. But she didn’t know if she could tell them no. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. “I have a place we can go.” And it wasn’t anywhere she thought she’d ever return, or ever take Metzli, of all people, but she didn’t know where else to go. It was secluded and it had a functioning shower, plus a bed. Bex turned off the road that led into town and instead headed to the road that led to the ferry. She looked over when the car was parked and noticed Metzli’s hand held out for hers. She could see the cuts and bruises on it and worried she might hurt them, but she gently moved her hand over and grabbed theirs, not squeezing but closing her fingers just enough to let them know she was there. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Her mind drifted back to Mina for a moment and she wondered if she was still at the cabin. She’d texted her each day to remind her to soak for at least a few hours-- she wasn’t going to let Mina destroy herself because of this. She wasn’t. She blinked at the sound of Metzli’s voice and she glanced over, having forgotten about the bruises. “It’s-- they’re nothing. It’s okay. Don’t worry about that.” She wasn’t going to come between them like that. She had more important things to worry about. The ferry docked and she started up the car again, before turning down the private road that led back to the manor. Iron gates opened before them and she pulled up to the large front doors, stopping. “We’re here,” she said, glancing over at them. “Do-- do you need help getting out?”

Metzli’s eyes were half-lidded, but they weren’t asleep, they couldn’t. “They’re not nothing. I can smell—never mind.” They groaned and noticed they were at a manor. “Never been here before. What is this place? And…thanks. I just didn’t want Milo to see me like this. I want to heal a little first.” Their free hand reached for the door but they found that they struggled to squeeze it shut for a few moments. Everything began to grow stiff and they whimpered in fear. They needed to hunt, soon. “I can do it. I can.” With a strained and grated sigh, the door finally opened and they let go of Bex’s hand and stumbled out of the vehicle.

“I just want to lay down, okay?” Metzli turned to look at Bex while she was still seated inside. Their eyes were soft and hopeful. “I can smell a few animals nearby, not even a quarter mile away, so I can hunt after I get patched up.” Limping to the door, they stood outside of it, and waited to be invited in. Though they felt happy to be back, exhaustion took over their body and they swayed about. The wall did well to keep them upright for the time being and they smile softly at Bex. She hadn’t stopped looking worried since they arrived. “You can stop looking at me like I’m gonna keel over. I’m alive. And—and you don’t even have to patch me up. I’ll do it myself if you can get me the materials. I don’t want you to see.”

“Please don’t worry about it right now,” Bex insisted quietly, watching them slide out of the car. She looked at them worriedly as they let go of her hand, then she glanced back at the entrance to the orante, large manor stretching out behind it. She hadn’t been back here since her mother’s funeral and she swallowed. “It’s my family home,” she said simply, looking over at Metzli again, “the Oxendine manor.” She opened the door on her side and climbed out stiffly, shutting the door and grabbing Metzli’s bag from the back, shouldering it.

“I, um-- I actually have some animal blood, if you want some. In the trunk. Milo-- Milo needed blood so I had Morgan pick some up on her next visit, too, just in case.” She went over to the trunk and opened it, grabbing one of the containers she’d stuffed under the wheel well and holding it out. She didn’t want to worry Metzli more with news of Milo’s supply being cut off, so she left it at that. She unlocked the front door and swung it open, listening to it groan with age. “You can come in. And of course I’m going to patch you up, idiot. I’m not going to make you do that yourself. And I kind of--” she paused, her eyes growing misty again-- “I kind of need this, too. Please. Just...I need to feel useful.” Since Mina wouldn’t even let Bex be in the same room as her, let alone patch her up or help her. She wiped the tears on the back of her hand. “Please.”

“Oh—but—” They left it alone. There was so much they missed, and it would be a while before they’d get all the information, before they could know what was happening. Rushing it wouldn’t do any good. Besides that, their focus drifted elsewhere. To the blood Bex was carrying. It made their throat constrict and they had to bite their hand firmly to prevent them from attacking the bag she held. Their instincts receded the moment that she called them an affectionate name. “Idiot? You’re the idiot. Trying to patch up a hungry vampire.” A small smile formed along with a chuckle and they managed to let go of their hand, which began to drip black blood as they stepped into the manor and looked at Bex with gentle and concerned eyes.

Bex sounded defeated and the way she pleaded pulled at their chest. It was impossible to reject her offer without it going wrong. “O-okay. Yeah. You can. You can. Um—do you have a sports bra or something? I’m not wearing anything underneath because of everything that happened and master had a lot of fun...” Eyes fell to the ground, knowing they had just rambled, and they slowly walked to the couch to sit down for a moment. A contented sigh spilled out at just how comfortable it was, helping their muscles slacken. Tears pooled once more, feeling absolutely free from Eloy’s grasp. “Fuck. I can’t believe it’s finally over.”

“That’s why I offered the blood,” Bex pointed out, holding it out to them after she shut the doors and came into the foyer. She looked at their face a little more clearly now, under the light of the chandelier in the entrance, and it was full of bruises and cuts and crusted blood. It made her heart ache again and she took the hand they’d bitten down on, pulling a cloth from her pocket and wiping away the black blood that began to ooze. “I’m not worried about that. If you need blood, human blood…” she didn’t say the words, though she knew Metzli knew what she meant. She’d done it once before, and she’d do it again. Anything for a friend.

“Um, probably somewhere,” she said, standing back up and looking towards the staircase. “Do-- do you want to shower first? I can show you to the bathroom and get you some spare clothes while you do that.” She swallowed, trying not to think about the cruelty that Metzli must’ve endured and trying not to think about the cruelty Bex had endured inside these very walls. Or the blood stain that was still at the bottom of the stairs where her mother had fallen limp and dead. She concentrated back on Metzli. “It’s over,” she repeated, “it’s really over.” She held her hand back out. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs. I promise it’s much nicer up there.”

“Are you trying to say I smell?” Metzli attempted to joke, hoping Bex would take the bait and continue the light conversation. It was the most normal they had felt in over a week, and they didn’t want to let it go. They took the blood happily along with her hand, finding so much comfort in it even as they struggled to rise from the couch. Biting into the blood pack sated their need to eat for the time being, and helped alleviate the constriction in their throat. It made it easier to hold her hand and not think about biting her. The last thing they wanted to do was bite Bex, even if she was okay with it. “A shower would be nice. Anywhere is nicer than where I was. I was chained up, and trust me, I give it maybe one star.” It was a poor attempt at a joke, but a joke nonetheless.

The energy in the room felt heavier with their comment, and even heavier as Metzli could smell the old blood that had developed over the years. It saddened them to know that this was possibly a torture ground for their friend. Oxendine Manor. It had to be difficult, and the fact that she was willing to bring them to the place she probably hated the most made them feel a little sick, even if it meant that she truly cared about them. “I’ll probably look better after a shower. Just promise you won’t freak out once you see what’s underneath.” Their voice was a shaky mess with groans of pain littered in it as the stairs put a strain on their body. They had never been so happy to have been able to consume animal blood. It aided their muscle’s repair and kept them from falling apart.

“Yes, absolutely,” Bex said smoothly, even if her voice was still quiet and stuttering. She glanced over at them as they sucked down the blood, hoping it was enough for now. She knew they didn’t want to drink her blood, even if offered, but if it was an emergency, they didn’t really have a choice. Bex didn’t mind. As they came up to her old bedroom, she paused a moment, staring at the slightly ajar door. She hadn’t gone into her room when she was last here, she didn’t remember what state it was in aside from derelict and full of boxes. She pushed on the door after a moment. “I think I’d rate it negative stars, if it were me,” she said back. The room inside was what she’d imagined it might be. The closet was mostly stripped empty, save for a few pieces, the dresser left open, boxes around the bed and on the floor. She moved one out of the way and pointed towards a door in the back corner.

“The bathroom is through there. There’s a tub and a shower, so go for whichever you want. Um--” she spun in her spot a little, digging through one of the boxes. “I don’t have any sweats here, but I’ve got some shorts and a t-shirt if that’s okay?” She turned to face Metzli again, holding the clothes up. “I won’t, I promise. I just want to help.”

“If you’re here, then it’s automatically five stars.” With a single nod and smile, they headed towards the bathroom and turned to Bex before heading in. “I’ll just cover my chest when I’m done if that’s okay with you. There’s a few open wounds.” Metzli took the clothes and closed the door, turning the water on quickly and removing their ripped garments to hop inside. The hot water soothed every wound and every tense muscle, making them feel relaxed in a way they didn’t expect. Being alert and ready for an attack was no longer necessary. All they had to do was let go and let their friend take care of them.

When they finally came back out of the bathroom, the clothes were tight around their body, a little too small for their frame. But it felt good to finally be clean, to wash away most of what Eloy painted on their skin. Wounds already began to bleed through the clothes, darkening them as they walked about. “I think I might need stitches.” They muttered. “Um…master—I mean—Eloy got a little knife happy. A little deep.” Metzli couldn’t lock eyes with Bex, and they settled for holding her hand once more so she could guide them to the appropriate spot. The bruising was a little more visible now that they washed away the grime on their body, and even they had grimaced during the quick glance in the bathroom mirror. “Thank you. I’m really glad I’m home.” Their words were a little muttered and hollow, finding it difficult to fight through the pain they felt on a level that transcended physical. “Where do you want me to be, Dr. Bex? You’re the boss right now.”

Bex set about organizing the room a bit as she waited for Metzli to finish showering. Her nerves were beginning to return now that she was alone in her bedroom. No, her old bedroom. This was not her home, and it was, arguably, never actually her home anyway. She stacked most of the boxes in the corner and came back to the closet, shuffling through the clothes that were still hanging in it, just old dresses and blouses that she didn’t have much attachment to because her mother had picked them for her. She went back downstairs for a moment and searched through the supplies in the kitchen for the big first-aid kit and the sutures, before coming back upstairs and setting up stuff on the bed.

When Metzli came out of the bathroom, she perked up, trying to forget about the dark thoughts that were trying to crowd her mind being back here. But her face fell when she saw all the wounds on them, and it reminded her of all the times she’d look in the mirror and see nothing but bruises and swollen eyes. She remembered all the times Mina came home looking battered, and she remembered all the times she’d seen Metzli torn up. “Just...over here is fine,” she said, motioning to the bed. She started gathering up the supplies she’d need, taking stock. “There’s uh-- pain meds, if you want them. I don’t know if they work for you, but they’re there if you want them.”

“They probably won’t work,” Metzli stated a little dejectedly. “Pain meds don’t usually take. But if you can get the wounds sealed up, that would…help a lot.” They gave her a smile, and even if it was weak in comparison to what they gave her before, it was better than nothing. It was better than giving into the gravity of the situation before them. They took careful steps and slowly got to the bed, letting out a soft groan they sat down. The bed gave a generous reprieve to their muscles and they settled into the soft surface, removing their shirt strategically while covering their chest.

A slew of contusions and lacerations were presented to Bex so she could do what she needed as they did their best to accommodate. “If you can seal everything up quickly, I’ll be forever grateful. I just don’t want my people to be sad.” They shrugged with a soft groan and closed their eyes as they slowly laid back. “And just so you know, those people include you.” Another smile tugged at their lips half heartedly, trying their best to latch onto any lightness in the room. They thought maybe they had tried to smile too much given the circumstances, but they couldn’t help wanting to alleviate what pressure they could. It was helping them hold on, helping them keep their inner beast at bay as it rattled within them. It wanted to be sated, but Metzli wouldn't allow it. Even as they laid there without much blood in their system, they kept their composure, holding onto everything Bex meant to them. “Are you doing okay?”

Bex nodded and set to work, carefully weaving the suture into the deepest cuts first. It was a scary thought to realize that she was so good at this now simply because she’d done it so much. It was out of necessity that Bex had developed this skill, and the thought alone made her heart clench. Her friends were hurt so often and she still couldn’t do anything to help them, to keep them safe. She couldn’t even keep herself safe. She thought about the Torple and how Cassidy had gotten hurt helping her, and Toni. And she thought about how many times Metzli had gotten hurt for her and all the times Mina had, too. She pushed the thought away and concentrated, moving on to another open wound.

“Just hold still, I’m almost done,” she said, grabbing some gauze patches and covering up the worst of the cuts once they were stitched back together. She finished up as quickly as she could without causing too much discomfort, before she sat back up and let out a long breath. “I’m okay,” she answered and began cleaning up the supplies and the bloody clothes she’d used to clean the wounds. “Just lay down and try and rest, okay?”

Metzli only shook lightly and whimpered a handful of times. Nothing would be as painful as being in Eloy’s grasp, and nothing would be as comforting as having their friend take care of them. Bex was even better than the last time she patched them up, and that worried them a little, but the feeling quickly numbed itself. She had to have patched up too many of her friends by now, and if they had a soul to feel deep enough with, they would be saddened by that. “Thanks, Bex. Really. Thank you.” They turned to cover their torso with the shirt, and then immediately sank into the bed to lay back fully.

Anxiety pricked their skin, and they inhaled deeply to calm it. But the anxiety demanded to be felt, growing even harsher as Bex appeared like she might possibly leave the room. “Wait!” Metzli called out worriedly, sitting up too quickly and hurting themselves. It was like a child begged, and they looked down at their hands. Embarrassment washed over them, but they pushed it away, trying to be unashamed for asking for one more thing. Something they decided they’d stop being ashamed to ask for as they flew back home. “Can you stay? L-lay with me? I don’t…I don’t want to be alone.” Eyes pleaded desperately, but they also apologized for such a heavy request. “You don’t have to. You can just stay in the room. I just don’t want to be…alone.” Tears welled in their eyes and they hastily brushed them away, looking down, waiting to be scolded for asking for too much. That wasn’t Bex’s nature, but it was the mindset they couldn’t break free from yet.

“Of course,” Bex said, giving a gentle smile, or what could maybe pass for one in the dim light of the room. She turned to toss the bandages into one of the trash boxes when Metzli called out and she paused, looking back at them. They looked scared and small, laying on the bed, covered in bandages with half-lidded eyes they could barely keep open. Vampires didn’t even sleep and she could tell they were tired beyond a physical ache. She let out a breath and nodded. “I’ll stay,” she said, setting the trash down and making her way back over. Admittedly, she hadn’t wanted to leave, either. She needed someone, too. She wouldn’t say it, but she did. She missed being held, she missed being with Mina. She missed her life where things were easy and she could be happy. She didn’t get that life anymore, not after everything that had happened.

She crawled onto the bed and laid herself down gently next to Metzli, making sure she didn’t disturb them and injure them on accident. Turning onto her side, she moved as close as she could without hurting them. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she muttered, “I missed you.”

#wickedswriting #keep you right here #bex and metzli #domestic abuse tw #emotional abuse tw #parental death tw

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 81 - SBT

Here it is.

"Oh man, maths is so hard…"

"I know! But Prof L's nice."

"Yeah, makes it almost easy."

Lunch time came and Mundy smiled. He was on soup duty that day with the poor, and the kids were rushing out of their class with none other than Prof L.

"Hey, M!"

"Hey, guys. So how was it with L? Borin' again?"

The kids laughed as they lined up and took a bowl each.

"Non, it was not." Lucien went behind the counter and lent a hand to Mundy. "Was it?" He asked the children.

"Nah!" They answered as they were served by either Lucien or Mundy.

"You see, M? My classes are never boring."

"Pfff, of course you'd say that…!"

When the soup was served to everyone, Lucien and Mundy helped themselves and shared some bread together. Winter was gone and now was the time for spring.

"How was it with the kids this mornin'?" Mundy asked as they both sat on plastic chairs not far from the tables that had the pots.

"Someone said it was boring." Lucien answered with a smile.

"So I've heard, eh."

"Pff…" Lucien nudged him with his elbow playfully and they both chuckled.

"Nah, seriously, how was it?"

"As usual. I think some of them at least will become very good human beings, and maybe even more. Seeing them everyday fills me with joy."

"Alright then, I see you don't need me, eh?"

"Don't be jealous. I need you, you fill me with another kind of joy…" Lucien winked at his lover.

"Not so loud. The kids are gonna hear you…!"

"They are far away and busy." Lucien answered with a chuckle.

"Still have some classes this afternoon?" Mundy raised a bit of bread to his mouth.

"Oui." Lucien bent on his side and bit in the bit of bread before Mundy had the chance.

"Oi!"

Lucien chuckled and left a quick kiss on his lover's cheek.

"Someone told me that I looked like a thief."

"Whoever that is, they're right!"

"Ages ago, a lifetime ago. I was a different man back then, and I had come to meet with a scruffy - some would say dirty - hunter."

Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"Back then, I used to have short hair and a clean shaven face."

"Now you're the scruffy one, eh?" Mundy joked and Lucien chuckled.

"I guess so, oui. And back then, I used to wear a mask."

"Ah, yeah, the balala-thingy. I remember."

"Oui. And the hunter said to me that I looked like a thief with my… balala-thing."

"Balala-thingy, not balala-thing, Professor Ski."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped and he turned to look Mundy in the eye.

"That's how I called you when we met, remember?" The Aussie asked.

"Of course, I do."

They finished their soup together and the time had come for afternoon classes.

"I shall go."

"Yeah, don't wanna be late for your own classes, eh."

"It sets a bad example for the children." Lucien answered.

"Ooh, listen to you now, an example you are, eh?"

Lucien smirked proudly.

"You should take notes, mon amour."

"Pfff, yeah, well, too late to change anything in me, eh."

Lucien stood up and took Mundy's hand.

"It is never too late." He put Mundy's hand on his lips and left a kiss. The Aussie stood up and pulled Lucien's hand to his own lips.

"Go ahead, Prof L." He kissed it and Lucien blushed.

"Fine, I shall. Take care and see you tonight?" Lucien headed away.

"Yeah, see ya. And uh, Lu'?"

The Frenchman stopped and turned.

"Je t'aime." Mundy said, with his own Australian twist to the pronunciation.

[I love you.]

"Moi aussi, mon loup."

[Me too, my wolf.]

Mundy spent the afternoon going through donations. Clothes, toys, sometimes even pieces of furniture. Of course he wasn't alone and other volunteers helped. He took a break at some point and took a walk around the few blocks. But curiosity won over when he saw the silhouette of a man in his late forties with long, silver hair through a window.

Mundy got closer and watched. Lucien was too absorbed explaining whatever bit of maths was on the blackboard for him to notice that he had an extra student outside, shyly observing him. Mundy saw him go to the kids, boys or girls, from one table to the next. He would crouch down to be at eye-level with them and spend a few seconds there. Sometimes he would take a pencil and scribble something on their copybook. But each time, he would finish his explanations with a smile and a pat on the shoulder or ruffling the blond or brown hair of the child he was addressing.

Mundy smiled. The cold-blooded snake of a spy did have something of a father's instinct. And even if his past job had tried to strip him off of his emotions, Lucien's heart always won.

"Such a ball of repressed romance you are…" Mundy whispered to himself and chuckled before turning and heading back where Maurice needed him.

The afternoon flew by at the speed of light.

"M, you can finish this tomorrow, it will start to get dark and L has finished classes a long time ago now. He will wonder why you come back home so late…!"

Maurice came to Mundy who was busy trying to repair a toy. He had a screwdriver in his hand and an allen key behind his ear. The king of beggars removed the allen key and tapped Mundy's shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Maurice."

"How is it going?"

"Alright. Just a few tweaks and a new battery ought to do the job on this little car."

"Great. Now, please, go back home or L will tell me off." Maurice chuckled.

"Yeah, true." Mundy put away his tools and tidied up his working bench before standing. "Alright, thanks Maurice, I didn't see the time fly."

"It is alright. I should have a clock installed in this workshop. But yes, please, we'll see each other tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya."

They exited the workshop and Mundy locked it before heading home. His walk back home wasn't too long but as he put his hand on the front door handle, a noise surprised him. He leaned his ear on the wooden door to listen better.

"Is that…?"

Yes, it was. It wasn't any odd noise. That particular kind Mundy could recognise anywhere. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as silently as possible before slipping in. He walked to the living-room and peeked through its door.

The flames of the fireplace made the Burgundy walls glow in warm shades of red and orange. Perle and Soot brushed themselves on Mundy's legs before slithering in the room. Lucien was sitting in the middle of it, on a piano. He had tied his hair in a messy bun but some locks of hair fell beautifully around his face. Mundy's heart swelled in his chest and he didn't even wonder where the piano had come from.

The halo of the dancing flames cut Lucien's black silhouette poetically. He was playing with the ivory keys confidently. Mundy removed his aviators to see him better.

{To the reader: the song is "Star Triste" [Sad Star] by Juliette Armanet. Some of the lyrics have been changed.}

"Accoudé à mon piano,

[Leaning on my piano]

Je fais le beau

[I play it cool]

Je veux qu'on m'aime,

[I want to be loved]

Qu'on m'aime dans la peau."

[To be so loved.]

Lucien was dancing on the piano, his hair followed the movement of his head that he swung in rhythm.

"J'voulais pas devenir chanteur,

[I didn't want to become a singer,]

Lady crooner,

[A lady crooner]

J'rêvais d'une vie plus claire,

[I dreamt of a more simple life]

Peut-être plus sincère."

[Maybe more true.]

Perle and Soot jumped on the piano seat and then on top of the piano itself and they laid there, spooning each other. Soot bathed the white cat and no doubt they were purring, even though Mundy couldn't hear them.

"J'sens que je vais finir en idole,

[I feel I'll end up an idol]

En bourreau des coeurs,

[A heartbreaker]

Le king des baby dolls,

[The king of baby dolls]

Le bureau des pleurs."

[The bureau of cries]

Gosh, what a sight. Mundy had almost forgotten that Lucien could sing that well. It was gentle, delicate waves of air that he blew between his thin lips. It was sensual and soft to the ear.

"Je cherche des yeux

[I look with my eyes]

Quelqu'un pour que le monde s'écroule

[For someone to make the world crumble and fall]

Quelqu'un pour être deux

[Someone to be two with]

Et là parmi toute la foule

[And there, amongst the crowd]

Je n'en vois pas deux

[I can't see two people]

J'suis seul pour lui tout entier

[I am alone for him entirely]

Seul sur la scène

[Alone on the stage]

Juste pour lui"

[Only for him]

Lucien raised his head off the black and white keys and looked at the door. Nothing. Hm. He could have sworn he felt as if he was being watched.

"Il n'y a qu'un seul moyen de le savoir."

[There is only one way to find out.]

Lucien dived back in his bubble of concentration. He knew what he should play next, to lure his lover out of the shadows.

He placed his fingers on the keys and took a deep breath. Lucien started much slower than the original version. But he needed to remind himself of the chords and arpeggios. Ah, oui, it was coming back to him now, his fingers knew what they were doing and he started to sing.

"Time can never mend

The careless whisper of a good friend.

To the heart and mind,

If your answer's kind,

There's no comfort in the truth.

Pain is all you'll find.

I should have known better, yeah."

Lucien looked at Perle and Soot. They were sleeping peacefully, their limbs were intertwined in a beautiful mix of black and white fur.

"I feel so unsure

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.

As the music dies,

Something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen,

And all is sad goodbyes."

A breathy line of saxophone resonated from the corridor and Lucien smiled. He went on with the music, nothing shall interrupt them!

"I'm never gonna dance again!

Guilty feet have got no rhythm!

Though it's easy to pretend,

I know you're not a fool!

I should have known better than to cheat a friend!

And waste a chance that I'd been given!

So I'm never gonna dance again,

The way I danced with you!"

Mundy had entered the living-room and was now playing that oh so famous saxophone tune from the well known 'Careless Whisper', by George Michael. He joined Lucien and leaned on the side of the piano.

One tapped ivory and ebony keys while the other played with gold. The flames of the fireplace lit the black varnished, grand piano and the golden saxophone beautifully.

Both improvised on the piece and it lasted much longer than it should. The piano answered the saxophone and the saxophone answered the voice. Hammers hit strings more passionately as Mundy blew in his golden dragon, the flames of what his voice couldn't sing springing vividly to Lucien.

After a length of time that none of them knew precisely, they stopped. Mundy had ended up sitting next to Lucien on the piano seat. He put the saxophone on top of the piano next to the cats and took a deep breath.

"That… was epic." He said and leaned his head on Lucien's shoulder. The latter chuckled.

"We should do this more often."

"What? Play Careless Whisper for hours?" Mundy asked as he dearly held Lucien's arm in his.

"Playing together. After all, that's all we've ever done, hm?" Lucien put his hand on Mundy's thigh and brushed it gently. He leaned his head on Mundy's.

"Yeah… Playin' together weird games, eh?"

"Oui, but I wouldn't change anything."

"I'd change the bit where you made me believe you were dead." Mundy teased.

"Ah, oui, that. I almost forgot about it." Lucien found Mundy's hand and laced his fingers around his.

"I didn't. It felt awful."

"To this day I am surprised that you did not beat me up for it." Lucien said.

"To be honest with ya, I couldn't. It didn't even cross my mind."

"How come? I thought I was your favourite punching bag." Lucien kissed his lover's head and leaned on it again.

"Ha, yeah, 'course you are but…"

"But?"

"But I was so happy to see you. I was over the moon…!" Mundy answered. "And uh… If you think about it, coming out of your hidin' is like refusing to lie. It's like you had the choice between continuing to lie or coming to me, and you chose to take the risks and come to me. Means a lot to me."

Lucien smiled, albeit sadly. He wished he had met Mundy much earlier in life.

"Now, the more I think about it, the more I… Uh… I mean I love you."

Lucien bit his lip. Something was gnawing him on the inside and had been for days now.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess, yet again."

Mundy straightened his back and looked at his lover next to him.

"What is it?"

"I fear you might want to beat me up after all." Lucien lowered his head.

"Why?" Mundy took Lucien's hand in both of his. He looked him in the eye but Lucien was staring down at his thighs.

"Because there is a lie that I need to clear up."

"Go ahead."

Lucien took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow I shall take you somewhere, if you agree. But you shall face it without me."

"Face what?" Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"The lie that Maurice has been nurturing for years and that he shared with me for days now."

Mundy frowned.

"Alright… Uh… I must say it doesn't explain much but I guess that's all I'm gettin' for tonight?"

"I am sorry." Lucien hid his face in his hands.

"Hey now, it's fine." Mundy hugged him.

"Non, it is not. You will hate me when you find out!"

"No! I can't hate you, luv', whatever it is, I won't hate you. I can't!"

"Mundy… Please…?" Lucien removed his hands off his face and looked up at Mundy. The Aussie saw the flames of the fireplace dance in the guilty pupils of his lover.

"Yeah?"

"I promised to stay with you and I will." Lucien said. "You will need to face this lie and look at it right in the eye. It will be painful and it will shock you beyond what you have lived so far."

Mundy's breath accelerated. His body was tense as he started to measure the seriousness of Lucien's words.

"I will not be with you because you have to do this alone. But I will be nearby."

"Lu', you're startin' to scare me…"

"I will be nearby but…"

"But what?"

"But I will understand if you don't want to talk to me for a while, if looking at me hurts because I have overstepped the mark and did something wrong to you, again."

"Lu', don't talk nonsense, I love you too much for that."

"Mundy…" Lucien headbutted Mundy's chest softly and buried himself there. "In my defense, please understand that since the day Maurice told me the truth, I have been unable to sleep soundly, I felt like I was lying to you and God knows that I never want that to happen again. It pained me so much that… I sometimes even found it hard to look at you in the eye because each time I did, I would hear a voice in my head screaming that I was lying to you. It was unbearable!" Lucien clawed Mundy's jumper on his chest.

"Whatever it is, it's gonna be fine and I won't be mad at you. Don't find excuses like this. I… I'm sure that if you lied, you had good reasons to, eh?" Mundy cupped Lucien's face and made him look up. "Ok?"

"Non. I was just too cowardly to tell you the truth, and too afraid of your reaction." Lucien answered sadly. "And now I am ashamed."

"Luv', there's no harm done, ok? I love you way too much to hold a grudge or anything."

"You say that now, but tomorrow shall test your love for me brutally."

Mundy hugged Lucien again.

"Whatever it is, we've fought worse." The Aussie said. "We've fought worse and we made it. Every bloody time, however hard it was, we made it together. Now I don't know what you've been hiding from me and why you're so terrified of my reaction when I'll find it out. But I can't afford to lose you, not again. I know how hard it is to be without you. So don't worry, I won't let go of you."

"I fear that you might reconsider everything tomorrow."

"Don't. There's nothin' in the world that'll change the fact that I need you in my life."

"So do I, mon amour, so do I…"

Lucien closed his eyes and clung to Mundy. That hug lasted for minutes and to the Frenchman, it almost seemed as though it would be the last.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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fan-imagines · 4 years

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Dylan O’Brien~Big Girls Don’t Cry

MASTERLIST

Dylan O’Brien x NeutralReader

Synopsis - you are an actor on Teen Wolf. you and Dylan are filming a scene, but there’s something in your past that doesn’t allow you to cry. Dylan helps you when you have a panic attack about it.

Word Count - 2.1k+

**Warnings** mentions of abuse and drunk driving accident, panic and anger attack, self-depricating

a.n. - hi! so this one is a little more serious so read with caution, and i also know that the way he stops the panic attack isn’t an accurate way to do so, i just wanted to use it because of the Stydia moment. also, i apologize for this being so late in the week. i have been insanely busy this week, but you don’t care lol. enjoy this imagine!

‘’Come on, Y/c/n, just say something. Please.’’ Dylan says his line to me, as he forcefully waves his arm to get his point across.

‘’What do you expect me to do, Stiles? I’m not equipped for this!’’ I shout back at him, and try to have some form of tear fall down my face. At least have my eyes pool, but this is the seventh take and nothing has happened yet. We used some tear-jerker eye drops, but they didn’t give the effect the director wanted. I am always told that I am a great actor, and that’s specifically why Jeff Davis had a role made for me. I can act out almost anything, but for the longest time, I have not been able to cry. I hate that I can’t cry. Well, I guess I could, but if I start, I won't be able to stop.

‘'I don’t know! I’m not equipped for this either, but you see me doing it.’’

‘’I can’t. I don’t... I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to lose you.’’ A tear is supposed to fall from eye, Stiles is to come up to me and wipe it away, then embrace me in a hug. No tear falls, so the scene doesn’t advance.

‘’Cut!’’ I hear the director call, and he sounds very annoyed, which I completely understand. I’m holding up production, and I can’t seem to do a simple task. I sigh heavily in frustration. ‘’That’s it for the day! Let’s go ahead and wrap it up.’’ He stands from his chair, rubs his temple, and begins walking away. I can feel the anger at myself rise up in my body, and I just want to get to my trailer so I can release it.

‘’Hey, Y/n, it’s-’’ But I don’t hear the rest as I am making a bee-line for my trailer. I open up the trailer door, and rip off the jacket I had on, as it was making me hot.

I close my eyes and breathe through my nose to try and calm myself down, but it’s not working. Thoughts are flying through my head, and overcoming my brain.

How are you even actor? You’re dumb, you can’t even do a simple thing as cry. You’re not an actor, you’re a child thinking they can do whatever they want. You’re stupid. You’re an idiot. You think you can do well with this job?

I clench my hair, trying to claw the thoughts out of my brain. I open my mouth to scream, but no noise comes out. I don’t want make too much noise, still a little aware of the other people on this lot. My legs give out, and I fall to the ground and lean my forehead against it. I bring my arm up and slam it back down to the floor of the trailer until my palm hurts. My breathing gets ragged as the thoughts continue to fly through my head.

You think that anyone on this team likes you? You hold up production, you forget your lines, you annoy everyone, and you know it. You ruin everything. You can’t do anything. You don’t matter, and you can’t save anyone. You couldn’t save your mom or sister. You can’t even save yourself.

My throat feels thick, and I feel like the room is crushing in on me. I cry out, and tears fly from my eyes for the first time in years when I think about what happened to my family. The sobs croak out as the air gets thinner in the room. I look at my hands through my tear-clouded eyes, and see them shaking violently. I can’t do this. I can’t think straight. I can’t even breathe. Oh my gosh, I can’t breathe. The door to my trailer is opened, but I don’t hear it over the sounds of me trying to catch a breath.

I don’t notice that anyone walked in until Dylan is sitting in front of me, looking worriedly at my eyes that are tear-filled.

‘’Y/n. Listen to my voi --- come on you can --- breathe ---- focus on me and ---.’’ His voice cuts in and out in my ears, not being able to understand what he is trying to say. He continues to look at me, seemingly trying to figure out what to do. The next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and it’s few seconds before I’m kissing him back. He pulls back in a few seconds, and I am finally able to take deep, heavy breaths; the thoughts in my head lightly subsiding to the back of my mind.

‘'Dylan.’’ I say, breathlessly. I look up at him, ^^^ still catching my breath, and happy to have the small distraction from my turmoil.

‘’I’m, I’m sorry. That’s not how I would usually calm someone down from something like this. I don’t know, it worked for our characters, and I thought I would try it.’’ He says, sheepishly, waiting for my reaction. My breathing stalls to almost normal, and my heart beat slows. I try to focus on everything else, but what was swirling in my mind. I look at the TV that’s mounted on the wall. The black sofa that turns out into a bed. I look at my trailer door which Dylan came in from. I look at Dylan’s blue shirt, his white and gray flannel that he still has on from Stiles’ outfit. I look at his golden-brown eyes, and the hint of worry behind them. I notice his freckles that scatter along his face. There aren’t too many, but there are enough to lightly coat his face. My eyes shift to his lips that were just on mine. They are nicely shaped for his face, and are usually in the form of a smirk or a smile. I look back to his eyes, feeling calmer, but suddenly realize that I haven’t said anything except his name.

‘’Thank, thank you,’’ My voice comes out shaky, and my body is starting to feel tired and shaky. My palm hurts from where I was hitting it, and my head feels hot, like it’s going to explode. ‘’I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t come.’’ His eyes change from worry to warmth.

‘’Here, let me help you up.’’ He stands before grabbing my elbows and helping me stand. My legs are still wobbly, and I almost fall again, but Dylan catches me. He leads me to the sofa a few feet away, and crouches in front of me to continue to be face to face. ‘’Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?’’ His voice is non-judgmental, and genuinely concerned, which makes me think. I can’t have this bottled in anymore. I can’t keep living with this burden that could weigh me down completely much longer.

‘’Umm,’’ I start.

‘’You don’t have to, Y/n. Just you can, if you want. I’m here to listen.’’ His voice comes out quickly, but still concerned, wanting to understand what’s going on.

‘’No, I do. It's just, I haven’t thought about this, let alone talked about it since it happened.’’

‘’You don’t have to tell me. We can just sit here until you get annoyed of me, but it may help.’’

‘’I want to. I think it’s time to finally get this off my chest,’’ I look down at my hands, trying to figure out where to start, ‘’My mom was left by my dad when I was little. She somewhat quickly remarried, needing help around the house, and with finances. They had a baby together, and the baby was a girl. My stepdad became abusive towards me, but told me that if I cried, he would hit my mom, or my sister, who was a toddler at the time. I cried twice, and the pain was much worse. He ‘dropped’ my sister, which gave her a concussion. So, I bore it. I never cried after that. I couldn’t risk him hitting my mom or sister again. I never even told my mom what was happening, she just assumed I was a clumsy child. One day, he got super drunk and upset, so he decided to take my mom and sister on a drive. They got in an accident, caused by him, kill-’’ I feel my heart start pounding at the thought, and reliving what happened. He grabs my hand, and lightly squeezes it. I take a breath and continue, needing to do this, ‘’Killing them. I don’t have any other family that stepped up, so I was sent to foster care. That’s where I would pretend to be someone different in every house I went into. It was the only thing that kept me rooted. I wouldn’t think about my mom or sister. I was someone else. I was playing a character, and when you’re acting, you don’t think about your life. If I cry, I am showing weakness, and there are consequences. I’m messed up, and crying only reminds me of that. I, I didn’t do anything to save them. If I told my mom, maybe it would have been different. Maybe she could have left. Her and my sister would still be alive. I wouldn’t have had to watch as they were lowered into the ground. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even cry at their funeral. I mean, who even does that? Who does that?’’ Another tear falls, and I furiously wipe it away.

‘’Hey, it’s okay to cry. It doesn't show weakness. It helps you build strength. You get out what's causing you pain, and you learn how to live with it. There are no bad consequences to letting out how you are feeling. It helps show how you think, how you care, and how you love. I know you loved your sister and mom, that’s why you shielded what happened to them. What happened to you. You can remember them without that man corrupting that. I’m sure your mom made you and your sister a PB&J, and you sat outside with a glass of milk, looking at the sun.’’ I lightly smile and nod, thinking about this. She actually gave us apple juice. We had just gotten back from the park, where my mom would push me on swings. ‘’Not all the memories have to be bad. You are not weak, in the slightest, Y/n. You endured that pain so your family wouldn’t have to. You are strong. Sitting here with me, telling me about what happened, and doing so well in life, despite what you went through is strong. You’re stronger than anyone I know. I am weak compared to you. Yesterday, I shed a little tear when I toasted my bread a little too long.’’ I laugh at this, and he smiles. I nod, accepting what he is saying. I am strong. I lived through torment, and I am successful now. They are still with me, watching over me. I kept them safe from what I could, and that was strong of me. Crying for them isn’t weak. Crying isn’t showing weakness. I’m not weak.

I lean forward, and grab Dylan to pull him to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and hug him tightly. He hugs me back in an instant, just as hard.

‘’Thank you, Dylan.’' He hums, and we stay in this position.

~~~~

‘’Come on, Y/c/n, just say something. Please.’’ We just came on set, and we’re doing our scene again, hopefully successful this time.

‘’What do you expect me to do, Stiles? I’m not equipped for this!’’ I shout. I think about how wonderful my mom was, and how pretty my sister was. My eyes pool, giving the right affect, and I see Dylan lightly nod.

‘'I don’t know! I’m not equipped for this either, but you see me doing it.’’ Dylan comes closer to me, meeting his mark. I let my eyes continue to fill, before saying my next line.

‘’I can’t. I don’t... I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to lose you.’’ Two tears fall, almost simultaneously, and Dylan wraps his arms around me, making sure to not cover my entire face, as that’s what will show in the camera.

‘’Trust me, Y/c/n. You can do this. I’ll always be here with you; I’m not going anywhere.’’

‘’And, cut! That was amazing, Y/n. Great job you guys. Let’s get set up for our next scene.’’ I hear. I pull away from Dylan, and he wipes my tears, smiling at me.

‘’You were fantastic. You’re amazing, Y/n.’’ I smile, and kiss him. He is slightly shocked, but kisses me back in two seconds. We pull away, catching our breath, and I’m the first to speak.

‘’You did this for me.’’ I tell him.

‘'No, you did this yourself. I just helped you a little.’’

‘’Thank you, regardless.’’ I chuckle.

‘’The pleasure’s mine.’’

‘’Alright, lovebirds, we’re setting up for the next scene.’’ Tyler says to us. We both look at him, and nod, following him to the golf cart, our hands intertwined.

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

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Hit me with some alpha Calum!!! Intimidating alpha Cal who takes no shit and would do anything for those he loves. And just like. Fuck me up I guess!! Thanks!!!

Eve, i love you so much!!! thank you for this ask!!! 😭😭😭 i hope that’s what you hoped it to be (if not just msg me and i’ll continue with alpha!cal until you’re satisfied)

Okay, as i’m deep in the world of “the girl who cried wolf”, let’s stay there. I mentioned in the fic, there are some southern packs in this area, and let’s just say they sometimes give Cal and Ash a bit of a headache, cause they are pretty savage. But Cal is always there to protect his pack (and Ash’s pack, and simple humans, neighbourhood old ladies’ cats, he’s just an ultimate protector, fight me on that). So there’s this lil family in his pack, a girl of 19-20, her younger sis, let’s say 11-12, and their lil brother of 5. Their parents are not in the picture, so pack is taking care of them and Cal takes it as his full personal responsibility.

One night at some pack gathering Cal sees the older sister (shall we name her? i like the name Gabbie) being sad and a little distant from the mutual fun. But he also knows that Gabbie in a million years won’t tell him what’s her problem if he just comes up to her and ask. He likes Gabbie, she’s strong and honest and loyal. She hasn’t ascended yet, so they don’t know her place in an hierarchy and it makes it so much easier for Cal to talk to her. But she’s also proud and stubborn as hell and hates how much of a burden for the pack her family is (even tho they are not a burden), so she won’t ever admit to him something is wrong. But Cal would be an awful alpha if he’d just let it be. So he comes up to one of the oldest she-wolves in the pack, the wise old lady he’s looking up at more like a grandma and asks her to talk to Gabbie. He himself joins his purebloods and they’re just drinking beer and have fun, being all young and joking around. And no one would say, alpha isn’t relaxed and having his much deserved rest, as no one would see how he follows Gabbie and that old she-wolf talking.

Soon he knows, that in the local college Gabbie attends she came across some asshole from the southern packs. She didn’t think much of it, until she saw her standing on the corner of her street some days after that. She shoves her younger siblings back in the house, even tho they are begging to play outside, and lock all the doors and windows in the house. She starts seeing him in the town more and gets really scared for both, herself and her younger sister. Everyone knows, southern packs often steal women from other packs, and even sometimes kids. But she doesn’t want to bother the pack with it, too thankful for what they’ve already done and feeling shy to ask for more.

Calum sighs as one of his betas tells him about this situation. She acts like a true stubborn she-wolf, but forgets she’s just a little girl. He doesn’t wait any time and calls Ash to ask for couple of his betas for a week or so. He needs someone to look after Gabbie while she’s at school or running errands, but he can’t use any of his wolves, as she’ll understand and get offended.

This evening is a complete madness for Gabbie. It all starts with a nock on her front door. She feels her blood freeze in her veins, thinking it’s that southern wolf. But before she can stop her younger sister, the girl is already at the door. But the man standing at the door surprises Gabbie even more, cause it’s her alpha, with the bags from local chinese restaurant.

“Alpha?” Gabby said, not really getting what was going on. Calum just shrugged, as Gabbie’s younger brother was already jumping on him, yelling “uncle Cal!”

Cal said something about not wishing to dine alone, so Gabbie gave in, going back in the kitchen and starting to set the table. They often had other wolves pay an impromptu visits like then. Old family friend, Cal’s purebloods and even alpha himself. It wasn’t too out of character for him to show up on her porch with a bag full of takeaways, so Gabbie talked herself in not reading much into it. The dinner went fine, her little sister was smiling and chatting about her school projects and they all were obliged to play her brother’s new game after the dinner. Calum did stay a little longer than usual, up to the time of getting kids to bed and made Gabbie promise she won’t stay up for too late reading for classes before he left. It wasn’t a completely odd evening, but still Gabbie couldn’t shake this strange feeling out of her.

The next evening everything repeated. The third night Calum came the same time as the pizza guy and stopped Gabbie from paying. She knew now there was a reason for his visits and was afraid to know it.

On the fourth day he came much earlier with paper bags from the grocery shop and said they could cook something this time. He agreed on Gabbie’s help while her sister was finishing her school work on the other side of the kitchen island and her brother was painting a picture for his daycare. They cooked pasta and had a lovely chat about Gabbie’s college and her plans for after she graduates. Later at night, as they finished with the dinner and kids went upstairs to get ready for school and Cal and Gabbie had a pretty heated but whispered argument about him not helping her with dishes, they settled back at the table.

“Do you, maybe, want wine?” Gabby asked carefully, feeling awkwardness rise inside.

“You have wine?” Calum asked in surprise. He’s never seen Gabbie drink even beer.

She shrugged. “Mom always said there should be at least one bottle of good wine in the house, just for the occasion.”

“Your mom was a wise woman,” Calum nodded. “But thank you, maybe later.”

Gabby sneaked a look at the clock behind Calum. It was almost eleven, was he about to stay even later? Before she could form any crazy idea in her head, his phone vibrated shortly. Alpha looked at the screen and stood up.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to leave your for the moment.”

Gabbie followed him suit, but had to stop on her porch. In the middle of a road, right in front of the house stood all Cal’s purebloods, two were holding the wolf stalking Gabbie last couple weeks. “You better stay in the house,” alpha said, looking at her over his shoulder and ran down the steps.

“Do you know whose territory you’re at?” he asked the wolf. His voice was low, almost a roar, full of anger.

The wolf just spit on the ground in front of Calum. Alpha smirked. He loved when they were so stupid to disrespect him. It made his job so fucking much easier. He shrugged out of his jacket and motioned to his purebloods to let go of the bastard. Before the wolf got an idea of what’s gonna happen next, Calum’s fist met his jaw with such force that the guy was on the pavement in no time. Alpha bent down and put the wolf up by his throat.

“Here’s how it’s gonna be,” he said in the same low and facke calm voice. “I’m gonna make a piece of meat out of you right now for even looking at one of my she-wolves. Then my men will drive you to some pit they’ll like and leave you there. Whether you die or not doesn’t bother me at all. But if you do survive and even try to come to Gabriel or any other of my wolves any closer than 10 miles, I’m gonna come back and kill you that time.”

Gabbie knew she shouldn’t have looked at what was happening next, but she couldn’t turn away. She was a wolf and that was her alpha protecting her. She had to see it. Alpha’s fists were fast and direct. She could hear only flesh meeting flesh, and the wolf spitting blood and groaning from time to time. When finished, Calum just stood up, leaving the wolf’s senseless body for his purebloods. He and one more of his men came up to Gabbie’s porch and stopped in front of her.

“I would like to wash my hands, if you don’t mind,” alpha told her, looking her directly in the eyes. He was asking her permission to come to her house and it literally blew young girl’s mind away. She just stepped aside, letting them both inside. Pureblood left Calum’s jacket on her sofa and left the house, while Calum was busy washing away blood from his knuckles in her kitchen sink.

“Thank you, alpha,” Gabbie said simply.

He hummed, turned off the water and looked around her kitchen.

“Where did you say the wine is?”

“The cupboard on your right.”

He found a bottle, poured himself a glass, looked at Gabbie in question, but she just shook her head. He sat back on his place at the dining table, took a sip and gestures the girl to sit opposite.

“The first thing you have to understand, Gabbie,” he said in a quiet voice, which enveloped Gabbie like soft velvet, “is that I’m your alpha.”

“I know that,” she blurted.

“Obviously, you don’t,” he sighed, taking another sip, his knuckles still red from punching. “I’m not just a family friend, not kind neighbour and not a friendly uncle. I am your damn alpha. And your safety, just like safety of your family and every other family in the pack, is my job. I was chosen to do this job by the wolves of the pack. And your father was one of those wolves. If anything threatens you, or you think it threatens you, you come to me. You don’t think you’d be able to deal with it yourself and you don’t wait till i ask someone to talk to you about it to get information i should have heard from you. Anything threatening you, threatens the whole pack. And you should come to me with that yourself.”

“I’m sorry, alpha,” Gabbie answered quietly, nervously playing with her fingers.

“Don’t be sorry, pup. Just learn from your mistake and never repeat it in the future,” he said, his tone even softer than before. “Your life hasn’t been easy on you lately, and I know your siblings made you too mature for your age. But you’re not only their sister, you’re a wolf. You’ll ascend soon and take your rightful place in the pack, and then mate with one of my purebloods and become the right hand of my mate. It’s time for you to start acting like a wolf you are.”

“How do you know?” Gabbie asked in a shaken voice couple minutes later. Alpha frowned, not getting what she was talking about. “How do you know i’ll become all this? You don’t know the wolf before he ascends.”

Calum smiled, finishing his wine. “I know the breed when i see a wolf,” he simply answered. The stood up, thanked Gabbie for a wonderful wine, picked up his jacked and wished her a good night.

But Gabbie didn’t go to her room and stayed in the kitchen for much longer than she should have, just looking at the chair her alpha had sat on and the glass her alpha had drunk from. She knew she had close to no chance to ascend as an omega, being the daughter of two purebloods, and knew her alpha had never even tried to mate any omega from their pack. But she’d lie if she said the only feeling she had for Calum that night was a wolf’s loyalty to her alpha.

Come talk to me about alpha!Cal or anything in the world really!

#why is that my blurb is 2k words again?#alpha!cal #calum blurb #5sos blurb #calum hood imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #my writing #abo blurb #abo!calum #ask #calpops #my blurb

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sxpernerd · 7 years

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teen wolf e.e

Debo decir que he comenzado a ver la serie hace como tres semanas y voy en el cap. 18 de la 5. Antes ya había visto las dos primeras, pero le di otra oportunidad y me enganché hdjsf

send me a tv series and I’ll tell you:

my all-time ultimate fave character: STILES. Mi bebé.

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Liam.

a character I used to like but now don’t: Ninguno. Creo. O tal vez Hayden.

a character I’m indifferent about: Boyd.

a character who deserved better: Isaac.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: LydiaxJackson

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Stydia y Scallison. I just love them.

a cute, low-key ship: Alissac.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: Stalia (? Creo que es unpopular (?

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Stiles y Caitlin, no es que realmente pasara nada but ese pequeño instante no debió pasar.

my favourite storyline/moment: En la temporada 5, cuando rescatan a Lydia de la Casa Eichen. La parte final, cuando están en la clínica y Lydia le dice a su mamá que Stiles la salvó *cries* es lo que él necesitaba escuchar por todo lo mal que se sentía y además nunca ha dejado de querer a Lydia y ;-;

a storyline that never should have been written: La muerte de Alisson (????

my first thoughts on the show: “¿Por qué le gusta a todos?”

my thoughts now: Me gustan las tomas y como han ido avanzando los personajes, pero no me gusta que siempre les estén pasando cosas malas (? I mean, siempre están en constante peligro. Eso me cansa un poco.

#Gracias por mandar <3 #about the mun #wereunicornbabe #mail

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crisrf1986 · 7 years

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Somos Cris y Lali, dos adictas a la lectura y las administradoras del blog Paraíso de los Libros Perdidos. Hoy tenemos el honor de entrevistar a:

Lizzie Quintas, autora de novelas de romántica juvenil.

1 – ¿Escribes con tu verdadero nombre o utilizas pseudónimo?

No es un psudómino al uso pues es un diminutivo de mi nombre, Elisabet

2 – ¿Cuál es tu nombre completo?

Elisabet Muñoz Quintas

3 – ¿Cuál es tu signo del zodíaco?

Aries

4 – ¿Que día es tu cumpleaños?

31 de marzo

5 – ¿Podemos saber tu edad o es un misterio?

Tengo 28 años aunque me han dicho muchas veces que aparento menos jajajajaja

6 – ¿Prefieres café o infusión?

– Ninguno la verdad. Le pillé asco al café con un embarazo y la infusión no es de mi agrado.

7 – ¿Eres de Coca-cola o de Pepsi?

Me da igual jajajajaja las dos bien frías.

8 – ¿Te gusta más lo dulce o lo salado?

Depende del momento pero tiro más hacia lo dulce.

9 – ¿Cuál es tu comida preferida?

Es difícil elegir jajajajaja Me gusta casi todo

10 – ¿Cuál es tu olor favorito?

La vainilla y las rosas blancas

11 – ¿Y el color?

– Negro

12 – ¿Tienes mascotas? de ser si ¿Qué es/son? y ¿Cómo se llaman?

Ya no tengo mascotas, pero en casa de mi madre tenemos una gatita negra de la protectora que está muy loca jajajajaja

13 – ¿Eres de usar deportivas o zapatos?

Prefiero las deportivas pero en ocasiones hay que ir elegante.

14 – ¿Cuál es tu lugar de nacimiento?

Ourense

15 – ¿Ibas al colegio público o privado?

Público

16 – ¿Eras popular o te mantenías apartad@?

Bueno, yo siempre he tenido mi grupo de amistades pero no me consideraba popular y tampoco me mantenía apartada.

17 – ¿Jugabas más al fútbol o con muñecas?

Ninguna de las dos cosas, leía libros y jugaba a la goma, la comba y todas esas cosas que ahora no se hacen.

18 – ¿Entre tus amiguitos había más niños o niñas?

Niñas principalmente.

19 – ¿A qué edad tuviste tu primer novi@?

Bueno a los ocho tenía un novio con el que nos dábamos picos jajajaja ¿ese vale?

20 – ¿Sofá, manta y una buena película o sentarte en tu lugar favorito y leer?

Las dos cosas están bien, hay veces que apetece más leer y otras más relajarse con una película.

21 – ¿Cuál es tu serie favorita?

¿De todos los tiempos? Doctor Who

22 – ¿Qué película ves mil veces y no te aburre?

Orgullo y prejuicio

23 – ¿Eres de playa o de montaña?

Playa

24 – ¿A dónde te gustaría viajar?

A Japón sobre todo, luego París, Nueva York y Finlandia.

25 – ¿Dónde vives a día de hoy?

Ourense

26 – ¿Si pudieras mudarte a cualquier parte del mundo cuál elegirías?

Buuf no lo tengo muy claro, hay muchos países y lugares que me gustan pero creo que a Tokio.

27 – ¿Cómo te gustan l@s hombres/mujeres?

Todo lo que pueda decir puede sonar a tópico así que diré que solo quiero un hombre que me quiera como soy, me apoye en mis locuras y participe en ellas dentro de lo posible jajajaja

28 – ¿Cuál es tu estado civil actualmente?

Casada

29 – ¿Estudias o trabajas?

Ahora mismo soy ama de casa y cuido de mis preciosas niñas.

30 – ¿Es fácil compaginar la escritura con ello?

No mucho porque son pequeñas pero mi madre me echa un cable y vigila a la pequeña mientras escribo ya que la mayor está en el cole y puedo escribir un ratito.

31 – ¿A qué edad escribiste tu primer libro?

32 – ¿Qué te impulsó a hacerlo?

Aburrirme en clases jajajajaja

33 – ¿Cómo fueron tus inicios como escritor@?

Aún estoy en los inicios jajajaja

34 – ¿Has sentido el apoyo de la gente de tu entorno? ¿De quién en especial?

Sobre todo de mi madre y después de mi marido.

35 – ¿Qué es lo que más te gusta de escribir?

Romántica sobre todo, de momento me sale juvenil pero estoy empezando a tocar más palos aunque siempre mis protagonistas tiran a jóvenes.

36 – ¿Y lo que menos?

La erótica porque tengo que pensar mucho. Soy muy bruta hablando por lo que si tengo que escribirla y quiero que quede fino tengo que pensar mucho como escribirla jajajaja

37 – ¿Quién suele leer tus libros, hombres, mujeres o ambos?

Sobre todo mujeres pero algún hombre también ha leído mis libros.

38 – ¿Cómo fue tu primera presentación?

Un desastre monumental, no vino ni dios a la presentación. Bueno mi madre, mis hermanos y mi marido no faltaron pero nadie más jajajaja

39 – ¿Alguna anécdota de alguna que recuerdes con especial cariño?

No he tenido muchas presentaciones por lo que no es que tenga mucho donde elegir, pero en el café literario me reí mucho. Habia pocos chicos en el café y a uno se le ocurrió preguntar que si estábamos solteras o divorciadas porque no habían venido nuestros maridos jajajaja me reí mucho, lo cierto es que mi marido no vino al café porque tenía que quedarse con las niñas.

40 – ¿Cuándo firmas libros utilizas la misma dedicatoria para todos o eres de personalizar?

Intento personalizar pero cuando no conoces a la gente suele quedar todo igual.

41 – ¿Cómo nos lo dedicarías a nosotras?

Para mi Cris y mi Lali, gracias por estar ahí, las charlas en facebook, los cafés, los ánimos, los consejos y sobre todo gracias por las locuras que aún quedan por hacer. Sois geniales!!

42 – ¿Qué temas has tocado en tus libros que creas importantes?

Soy una romántica empedernida por lo que hablo del destino, el hombre ideal y que a pesar de las perradas siempre se encuentra la felicidad.

43 – ¿Hay alguno que te haya marcado especialmente y por que?

De los que ya tengo publicados, Mi vigilante de la noche por todo el tema de un amor a través del tiempo, el dolor y lo que supone una nueva oportunidad para estar con la persona que realmente amas incondicionalmente. De los que tengo por publicar, el que será mi próximo lanzamiento que habla de la maldad humana, de hacer el mal conscientemente sin miedo a lo que le pasen los demás y como una persona fuerte y valiente consigue salir de todo con tiempo y buenos apoyos.

44 – ¿Prefieres crear personajes buenos o malos?

Buenos, los malos no me salen pero he empezado a crearlos.

45 – ¿Cómo surgió la idea de tu último libro?

El libro que estoy escribiendo ha surgido de la situación de muchas amigas que he tenido, desengaños amorosos que las han marcado y he reinterpretado.

46 – ¿Alguna vez te sientes agobiad@ mientras escribes?¿Qué haces para relajarte?

A veces sí me pasa, pero me pongo los cascos con la música a tope y después de cantar un par de canciones todo vuelve a fluir.

47 – ¿Como afrontas los momentos de bloqueo?

Con resignación. Leo, veo películas o series y ya se pasará.

48 – ¿Utilizas momentos reales en tus libros?

Algunos sí, pero no os voy decir cuales jajajaja

49 – ¿Te atreverías a escribir algo totalmente diferente a lo que sueles hacer? ¿Qué?

Claro ya lo he hecho. He escrito una novela negra que pronto saldrá a la luz.

50 – ¿Te identificas con alguno de tus personajes? de ser así ¿con cuál?

Mis personajes suelen ser totalmente distintos a mí, más pacíficos, calmados y yo soy una cabra loca jajajaja difícil identificarse de todo pero si me identifico con algunas situaciones.

51 – ¿Hay algún momento del día propicio para escribir o las ideas solo surgen sin más?

Ahora mismo con mi hija pequeña que tiene 7 meses solo puedo escribir por la mañana mientras la mayor de 4 años va al cole jajajaja pero siempre llevo mi libretita por si me viene alguna idea.

52 – ¿Qué lugar te ayuda a inspirarte para escribir?

Me ayuda pensar en la playa la verdad, el mar tiene un poder calmante en mí.

53 – ¿Hay alguna persona especial que te inspire a la hora de escribir?

No jajajajajaja

54 – ¿Tienes un espacio preferido para escribir en casa? ¿Cómo está ambientado?

Escribo donde cuadre ya que con el portátil no tengo que estar anclada en un lugar.

55 – ¿Necesitas silencio o prefieres tener música de fondo para escribir?

Yo necesito música de fondo.

56 – ¿Que tipo de música escuchas?

Desde Speed Metal hasta J-Pop, depende de lo que esté escribiendo.

57 – ¿Cual es tu grupo o cantante favorito?

Whitin Tempation

58 – ¿Qué canción te encanta escuchar y no importa el paso del tiempo, sigue haciéndolo?

Memories de Whitin Temptation

59 – ¿Que melodía suena en tu móvil cuando te llaman?

Como tengo un móvil asquero sin espacio jajajajajaja la predeterminada del móvil pero cuando tenía un buen móvil tenía Wolf and Raven de Sonata Artica

60 – ¿Eres de Apple o Android?

Android

61 – ¿Qué redes sociales utilizas?

Sobre todo Facebook aunque estoy empezando a usar Twitter e Instagram, es mi propósito de este año.

62 – ¿Tienes blog o página web personal?

Tengo mi blog literario en el que tengo mi espacio para mis relatos y novedades sobre mis libros pero no una única para mi.

63 – Define en diez palabras la piratería.

Me sobran palabras. La piratería es una mierda! La gente tiene poco respeto por el trabajo ajeno, es una lacra que debemos acabar con ella pero España es el país de la picaresca no? Si lo hacen los políticos porque no los de a pie? Y con ese pensamiento así nos va…

64 – ¿Hay algún libro famoso que te hubiese gustado escribir?

Pues no sé jajajajaja alguno de fantasía como Harry Potter, Eragon y eses que por mucho que leo soy incapaz de escribir yo.

65 – ¿Cuales son tus tres autores favoritos?

No puedo decir que tenga autores favoritos porque me encanta descubrir nuevos autores, de los más famosos podría decir que me gusta mucho leer a Laura Gallego y a Sherrilyn Kenyon. Una de mis autores indie favoritas es Isabella Marín, me encanta como escribe.

66 – ¿Cuál nos recomendarías leer?

Cualquiera de los de Kenyon está bien jajajaja

67 – ¿Cuál es el último libro que has leído o estás leyendo?

Estoy leyendo El aviso de los cuervos de Raquel Villaamil

68 – ¿Prefieres leer en papel o digital?

Los dos porque os llevo conmigo a donde sea jajaja

69 – ¿Y publicar?

Los dos, yo quiero tener mi libro con los demás en papel pero soy consciente de que en digital se vende mucho.

70 – ¿Con que editoriales has publicado?

Leibros y ahora publicaré con Multiverso.

71 – ¿Tienes alguna auto-publicación?

Si, mi primera novela Amor predestinado es autopublicación, el que tenía con Leibros está reeditado y en Amazon y espero publicar pronto un spinoff de Mi vigilante de la noche que irá a Amazon también.

72 – ¿Qué opinas de los blogs literarios?

Dan mucha visibilidad a los libros, son una gran ayuda.

73 – ¿Te gusta que reseñen tus libros?

Claro, me gusta saber que opina la gente de mis obras. De todos los comentarios se aprende.

74 – ¿Respondes a todas las valoraciones de tu libro sean de la índole que sean?

Sí, incluso las malas porque de ellas también se aprende.

75 – ¿Qué te aporta una crítica positiva?

Orgullo y ganas de seguir escribiendo.

76 – ¿Cuando la crítica no es buena cual es tu respuesta?

Gracias por tu opinión, me apunto lo que dices para mejor en próximas novelas.

77 – ¿Te tomas las valoraciones negativas como algo personal?

No, a no ser que con su reseña se demuestre que no han leído el libro y sea mala, entonces sí me cabreo.

78 – ¿Te han hecho alguna vez una pregunta que te haya avergonzado en una entrevista?

No, de momento no jajajaja

79 – ¿Te da reparo que tus familiares puedan leer alguna escena erótica de tus libros?

No he publicado ningún libro con escenas eróticas, aún, por lo que no me preocupa jajaja y si algún día lo publico tampoco me importaría mucho, soy una sinvergüenza como dice mi madre jajajaja

80 – Y por último… ¿Qué pregunta no te han hecho nunca y te gustaría responder?

Pues ni idea, madre mía si ya has preguntado de todo jajajaja

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