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missjanjie · 3 years

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Taste of a Poison Paradise | Chapter 8

Title: Taste of a Poison Paradise Summary: Life at Jackie Cox’s strip club, Poison Paradise, isn’t just lapdances and g-strings. There’s enough drama, lust, and heartache to rival any soap opera. None of the girls know what to expect on any given shift, especially while navigating their torrid, complicated relationships. Word Count: ~3k (this chapter) / ~24.2k (total) Relationship(s): Lemyanka (Lemon/Priyanka), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode), Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Jaidie (Jaida Essence Hall/Jackie Cox), BVK (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo/Kameron Michaels), Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx) Rating: E

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Chapter Summary: Things seem to be going well for Lemon until they go really bad really fast. Things are actually going well for Jackie and Jaida.

For the next couple of weeks, it seemed like Lemon was on the mend. She had finished her finals, gotten through her senior year, and now it was time to celebrate. Hers and Gigi’s graduations were only a couple of days apart, so the group decided to combine their graduation party that weekend.

It was one of the rare times the club was closed on a Saturday, but Jackie wanted to make sure everyone could celebrate together and turned the main room into their party space. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass, “to Lemon and Gigi, college graduates!”

The group clinked their glasses together and drank, everyone resuming their casual conversation, relaxed, and enjoying one another’s company. With the exception, of course, of Lemon and Priyanka, who were still trying to avoid each other like the plague.

“Look, I love those two as much as the rest of y’all, but I’ve stopped feeling sorry for them — at this point, it’s just annoying,” Kameron remarked as she watched the way they behaved with a grimace. “Not that it’s any of my business, but it kind of is considering how often I have to witness them, but how long were they hooking up for anyway?”

Vanessa furrowed her brows as she counted on her fingers. “Dunno, like four months?”

“Shit, that’s like a lesbian year,” she murmured, sipping her drink. “This isn’t gonna fix itself is it?”

“Not as long as Pri’s got that rock on her finger.”

“It could be worse,” Brooke Lynn chimed in, her lips pursed around the straw in her glass, “at least she doesn’t wear it to work, can you imagine the fit Lemon would throw if she had to stare down a diamond every day?”

The three of them looked at Lemon, who, at least for the moment, appeared to be enjoying herself, then at Priyanka, who was talking to Crystal and looking stressed.

“So, dress shopping is happening on Wednesday?” Crystal asked. “Does she know?”

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Priyanka scoffed and shook her head, “I have no idea how to keep her from knowing, no one can keep a secret in their family.”

Crystal winced but nodded. “Well, good luck,” she offered before Gigi made their way to her side and her attention immediately became divided.

“Thanks,” Priyanka mumbled, her gaze drifting to Lemon, who was talking animatedly to Jan and Rosé, “I’ll need it.”

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By the time Wednesday rolled around, Priyanka’s nerves hadn’t quelled in the slightest. Lucky for her, at least, those with her — her mother, sister, and future mother-in-law wrote it off as pre-wedding jitters. Scarlett knew better, but there was no need to blow up her best friend’s spot like that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a more traditional store?” The mother-in-law asked, “I know Mark doesn’t want your culture to be ignored.”

“It will be two separate ceremonies,” Priyanka’s mom cut in before she could speak for herself, “she will be wearing her grandmother’s sari for that.”

Priyanka had to fight off the pained expression that tried to twist its way onto her face. It was only when she had broken the news to her family that she remembered what a big event weddings were in her family. She wasn’t about to get off lightly with this. Instead, she let the assistant at the shop lead her to a rack of dresses and suggested a few. She agreed to them without giving them a proper look, figuring she would let a majority rule.

Once she was in the first dress, she returned to the main room and stepped up on the platform in front of the mirrors. Right away, the women began discussing and debating the pros and cons of the dress — where it fit right, where it’d need to be taken in. But she couldn’t bring herself to focus on anything, instead zoning out to the song playing through the store’s speakers.

I'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and not quite sure where to go And I don't know what I'm diving into Just hanging by a moment here with you

Normally, Priyanka would roll her eyes at this sort of song, at the cheesy love in the lyrics. But with her only alternative being actively participating in shopping for a wedding dress, she listened to the music and let it resonate.

Desperate for changing Starving for truth I'm closer to where I started I'm chasing after you

She winced but blamed it on accidentally being stuck with a pin. They didn’t have to play a song that hit so close to home, she thought. It made it that much harder to ignore the feelings that bubbled up inside her. It was only then that she realized someone was talking to her. “Huh?”

“I asked if you liked the dress,” Scarlett replied.

“Oh,” she cleared her throat. “Yeah, it’s fine.” She then realized she should have been more convincing because she found herself ushered back into the dressing room to try on dress number two, which she would then force enthusiasm for so the day would end as soon as possible.

“Are you okay?” her mother asked with sincere concern.

Priyanka nodded as she stepped off the platform. “Just a little lightheaded, I didn’t have breakfast.”

“Well, let’s get this dress taken care of, then we’ll go get something to eat.”

She nodded again as she went back to change into her regular clothes. Maybe she did just need to eat, she thought. Maybe some food or a nap would bring her back into reality. The reality where she was preparing to get married. The reality that Lemon could no longer be the main character in, no matter what some stupid song was trying to tell her. Or even worse, no matter how much she wanted her to be.

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“You don’t normally ask me to make house calls,” Jaida remarked as Jackie let her into the apartment, “is everything okay?”

Jackie exhaled deeply. No matter how many times she had rehearsed what she was going to say, she still ended up tongue-tied the second she laid eyes on her. But she was determined to work her way through this and not let nerves get the best of her. “I watched the video you did with Denali. I… I watched it more times than I’d like to admit,” she confessed. “And I can’t get the image of you fucking her out of my mind. But more specifically… I can’t stop picturing myself in her place.”

Jaida had to put all of her mental energy into fighting off a smug grin. She wanted to choose her words carefully, not wanting to overwhelm an already anxious Jackie. “Since we’re being honest here, that’s kinda what I was aiming for,” at Jackie’s confused reaction, she continued, “you could have been less obvious with your username and how you talk online. Maybe it’s ‘cause I know you so well, but I could read all of your messages in your voice.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured to confront how you felt, considering your coming out was still fresh for you. I just wanted you to know that the option was there whenever you were ready.”

There was a silent beat before Jackie swallowed thickly and told her, “I’m ready.”

“Then tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” The words felt foreign for Jackie to say, the phrase has never left her lips with any sort of sincerity before. But at the same time, she had never been more certain in her life about what she wanted and how badly she wanted it.

Jaida moved to Jackie, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. “I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” she promised as they made their way to the bedroom.

And Jackie trusted her, she trusted her more than she would have anyone else in this position. She let Jaida take her to bed, let her take her time undressing her and pressing kisses to every newly exposed inch of skin. She eagerly helped her clothes off as well, letting her hands roam her body in ways she had only fantasized about.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of being loud,” Jaida told her. “I wanna hear you, wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” As she spoke, her fingers glided down Jackie’s body, stopping between her thighs before starting to rub her clit in small, firm circles.

Jackie’s head tilted back into the pillows, soft moans spilling from her lips. Her body yielded to Jaida’s touch and her moans grew louder as the other woman eased one finger into her, thrusting and curling it before adding another and picking up a steady rhythm.

“Good girl,” she praised, trailing kisses down her body. She then slowly eased her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue, licking and thrusting at a similar pace while her fingers moved to rub her clit in tandem.

It wasn’t long before the sensation became overwhelming and Jackie’s hips started to jerk erratically. She barely managed to squeak out a warning before she came harder than she ever had before, her body trembling when she was spent. “Oh my god…”

Jaida came back up and laid beside her. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, pushing the hair out of her face.

“I’m good,” Jackie assured. “I just… I haven’t… it, um…”

“Jackie…” she furrowed her brows and sat up a bit, “have you ever been with a woman before?”

Jackie’s face turned a deep shade of red. “I have, kind of. It’s been hard to work through so many years of repression and internalized homophobia, you know? I’ve made out with girls, fooled around a bit. But I guess no, I’ve never properly had sex with another woman before. I wouldn’t have wanted to put that pressure on you anyway. Besides, I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

Jaida exhaled deeply, suddenly becoming aware of the weight that’d built upon her chest. “Then that’s all I needed to hear.”

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“There’s a birthday party out there tonight,” Gigi remarked offhandedly as they and Lemon got ready in the quick-change room. “I know how much you love those,” they added with an overly exaggerated eye roll.

Lemon groaned. Birthdays and bachelor parties were tied for the worst groups of men to deal with as clients, the only exceptions being the ones that take it as an opportunity to go all out and tip well. “And you’re on the stage next?” she let out another disgruntled whine when they nodded, finishing off her cocktail. “Gonna get a refill, gonna need it for doing rounds.” Naturally, when she went to the bar, she went right to Crystal. The downside was Crystal knew to cut her off after three drinks and she had to flirt with men to keep the drinks coming.

“You’re getting your third one this early?” Crystal questioned as she mixed it for her. “Something on your mind?”

“Nope. Just got a birthday party that’s probably all gonna want lap dances,” she replied, taking a swig as soon as she got the drink in her hand. Sure, it didn’t help that she had seen Scarlett’s instagram post of Priyanka in her wedding dress earlier, but she wasn’t about to hash that out, especially not with the bride-to-be all of four feet away.

And Crystal wasn’t entirely convinced, but she knew there was no use in pushing further. “Well, good luck,” she offered.

Lemon set her empty glass on the counter before making her way through the crowd. It took a little while before she ended up in the vicinity of the group of men, and not long after that, they flagged her down. At first, it was business as usual, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that one of the men seemed familiar.

“Hey Mark,” the man celebrating his birthday remarked, “maybe we should come back here for your bachelor party. I bet Priyanka won’t mind!” he laughed.

That made Lemon freeze in her tracks as it all clicked. She saw red and her blood boiled with a wave of anger and loathing she had never felt before. Something inside of her took over, she hadn’t even realized she had thrown a drink in his face and screamed at him until Kameron was pulling her away and all eyes in the club were on her, including Priyanka’s, who had dropped everything to run over the second she heard Lemon scream.

“Who the hell are you?” Mark asked incredulously.

“I’m who your fianceé thinks about while you’re fucking her,” Lemon snarled while locked in Kameron’s grasp.

It was then that both Mark and Lemon realized Priyanka was right there. “What the fuck is she talking about, Pri?”

Priyanka felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach as she prayed for the floor to open up beneath her so the ground would swallow her whole. She knew she had been playing a dangerous game, but she could have never predicted that it would blow up in her face this badly. “I-”

“She’s never gonna love you,” Lemon continued with disdain in her voice. But then her tone softened to a calm, albeit distant one. “But don’t worry,” she looked towards Priyanka, their eyes meeting, “she’s never gonna love me either.”

Other than the music playing in the background, the room was silent as Lemon let Kameron take her upstairs to the common room. “How are you feeling?” she asked gently as she sat at the other end of the couch, resting her hand on the smaller girl’s leg. “You really caused a scene back there.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “He was gonna find out eventually. You can’t live a lie forever,” she hiccuped as she sprawled her barely-dressed body out. “I need another drink.”

“The only thing you’re drinking is water,” she said sternly, getting up and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and bringing it back, propping Lemon up enough so she could drink. “I’m gonna call Rosé and have her take you home, I don’t think you should stick around tonight,” she told her as she fished her phone from her pocket.

Lemon nodded and pushed herself to sit up properly. She hung her head down, intentionally hiding her face from Kameron as she sniffled quietly. “Pri’s gonna hate me now, isn’t she?”

Kameron winced, unsure of how honest she should be with someone both drunk and emotionally unstable. “I think once the dust settles, you two are going to have to have a long talk. It’s not gonna be easy, but it’s gonna be the only way you two have a shot at healing.”

“I ruined her marriage.”

She shook her head. “She ruined her marriage the moment she said yes to someone she didn’t want to be with. She probably would’ve gotten cold feet and left him at the altar,” she mused, both out of her honest belief and the hope that she could get Lemon to crack a smile. And once she did, she felt comfortable getting back up and calling Rosé, warning her of exactly what happened.

“I got here as fast as I could,” Rosé announced once she made it upstairs. “Three different guys tried to buy lap dances off me on the way, sorry,” she added before rushing to her cousin’s side. “You’ve done it now, huh, Lem?” she shook her head as she helped her to her feet.

Vanessa emerged from the locker room with the rest of Lemon’s belongings. “Here, you might wanna get her changed before you take her back outta here.”

Kameron furrowed her brows. “You know her locker combination?”

“Um… yes?” she tucked a bobby pin into her back pocket. “This ain’t about me,” she was quick to change the subject and helped Lemon get changed.

Rosé effectively ignored the entire exchange, saying her goodbyes to the other women before driving Lemon back home and getting her changed again, this time into pajamas. “Mik isn’t home, you can sleep in her bed,” she offered.

Lemon chewed her lip for a moment, then shook her head. “Can I stay with you? I just… I don’t wanna be by myself.”

“Of course, baby,” she assured and tucked her into bed. “Do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?”

“Need to wake up in a world where none of this happened.”

Rosé sighed sadly. “Fresh out, unfortunately.” She changed as well before joining her in bed. “Just wake me if you need anything, okay?” When she got a nod of confirmation, she turned the lights off and called it a night.

But that wasn’t the case for Lemon. No, she wouldn’t be so lucky. Even though she had been drunk, the incident replayed in her mind in great detail no matter how many times she tried to shut it off. That, coupled with struggling to sort through the mix of emotions still swirling through her, kept her awake for another hour or so before exhaustion took over and she passed out.

And back at the club, everyone else was left to pick up the pieces of the explosive incident. But as much as the clientele was willing to move past what they’d witnessed, none of the employees could get themselves to carry on. So, with Jackie’s blessing, they called it an early night and nearly everyone went back home.

Priyanka hung back, seeking solace in Jackie’s office, knowing her boss might be the only one that could understand the gravity of the fallout. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now, Jackie? This is effectively outing me to everyone. And I look bad too, they’re gonna find out I’m gay and a cheater in one go. What should I do?”

Jackie sighed, her heart truly breaking for her. “I wish there was an easy answer for this. I think, for now, you just need to get through the night.”

And Priyanka would, though she was afraid to fall asleep, overwhelmed with the need to postpone tomorrow as long as she could, because she had run out of ways to hide or lie her way out of it.

#lemyanka #jaidie #rpdr rpf

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wholesomeromy · 4 years

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Genderfluid Neil! Because I love this hc and don't see enough of it >:(. Also I'm keeping Neil as "Neil" when presenting as both he/him AND she/her because it just makes my life a little easier :).

And yes Andriel is still canon in this hc, and yes I know Andrew is gay, but Andrew honestly couldn't give a fuck because he loves Neil too much and his binary changes nothing about that.

I also want to state that I am not gender fluid so I ofcourse have a very loose understanding over this form of gender identity, so if i get anything wrong or my representation isn't good then please tell me and I will fix the problem accordingly :)

It is January 19th, Neil's 12th birthday, and him and his mum are driving a new stolen car to Brouge, Germany. This is when Neil tells his mum.

"I think I want to be a girl." Neil says, because the silence was starting to infuriate him.

"All the time?" She had asked with such a rare genuine kindness and curiosity that Neil wished he could see this side of his mother more.

"No. Just sometimes."

Mary thought this was brilliant because it would help even more with hiding from Nathan.

So Neil usually picked unisex names if she could but sometimes the person who created their new identities picked for them.

She was rarely bothered by other people on the streets misgendering her, as long as her mother knew she didn't care.

Neil also never bothered to tell people when in Millport, not seeing the point if he wasn't planning on staying there long.

Neil also didn't tell the foxes straight away. If he was going to die anyways then there was no need.

But then Andrew happened. And Neil couldn't lie to Andrew.

They were sat on the roof, sharing a cigarette and it was his turn to tell a truth.

"I need to tell you something." "What?" "I'm not always a boy."

To this he just got a blank stare in return, but Neil could see the slight quirk of Andrew's eyebrows.

"So you're genderfluid?" "I'm what?" "Genderfluid."

Neil didn't know there was a word for it. He didn't know that other people felt the same and that this was a recognised thing. He always thought he was alone, different, messed up.

"Do you think of me differently now?" "No." "But you're gay." "I suppose. But you're still Neil."

This is when Neil thought that perhaps Andrew really did like him. But neil still had doubts, because its Neil and he's oblivious.

Obviously, Andrew didn't tell anybody about this new shared truth and Neil was okay with that. He eventually told Kevin, when Andrew was sent away, but kevin barely batted an eye and just shrugged at it. But he was always careful when using pronouns around Neil, to his appeal.

When Neil does finally tell all the other foxes it's when they're all sat in the lounge at the stadium, and Neil is telling them her story.

She doesn't mean to tell them, it just kinda slips out and she immediately clamps her hands over her mouth.

Renee just smiles kindly and gives her an encouraging nod, while Allison and Nicky both gasp in delight. They both look at eachother, then back at Neil, then back to each other before shouting "shopping trip!"

Matt gives Neil a massive hug, which she strangely enjoys and holds on tightly to his shoulders. Kevin and Andrew are, obviously, unphased.

Aaron doesnt say anything, he just gives a small approving noise before looking back down at his hands.

Dan cries because she's been misgendering Neil this whole time and she didn't bother to correct her, to which Neil is quick to apologise and give her classic "I'm fine" speech, which Dan quickly bashes her for.

"So right now...?" "I'm a girl now." "Okay!"

They all immediately switch to using the correct pronouns, except Aaron because he doesn't talk to or about Neil anyways.

Skip ahead a few weeks and Neil is unusually fidgety and awkward. She keeps slowly inching toward Allison, which she notices but doesnt comment on, until everyone leaves and they're the only two left in the room.

"What?" "I want you to teach me how to do makeup."

Allison is over the moon because one: she has a new model to try stuff out on. And two: because she was been waiting for this moment ever since she found out.

"Well its lucky I kept your colour then, eh?"

Renee one day let's Neil try on one of her skirts and she is in love. They're so breezy and soft and lightweight and immediately asks the girls if they go out to buy some.

She also buys some crop tops which she also wears when presenting as he/him.

Andrew is sat in their dorm reading a book when Neil and Renee come in giggling with a million shopping bags on their arms before rushing into the bedroom.

Andrew pretends not to care but he is overly curious when he hears their giggling get louder.

Finally Renee emerges with the brightest smile on her Face that Andrew had ever seen, and his curiosity is instantly peeked to full.

Neil walks out in a pink dress with lots of little strawberries on and some knee high socks. (Yes I'm using the strawberry dress)

"200%" "but-" "200%"

Neil cant help but hide her grin.

And when it's only them in the dorm, because Kevin and Allison went out on a "rich people day", Neil puts on one of the crop tops and Andrew instantly drops his book and throws himself at her.

Matt is the most verbally supportive out of all the foxes "work it girl!" "Yes dude, flex your amazing abs on us with that crop." "Sis slay."

This is canon idgaf what you say.

Dan and Neil have spa days no matter what gender Neil is that day. Dan just loves spending time with him.

Nicky is constantly asking Allison's opinion on new clothes for him to try and get Neil to wear.

Half the time she says "I will never let Neil be caught dead in that."

But secretly she loves it and just doesnt want to agree with one of the monsters.

Neil only let's Andrew and Renee buy him clothes, but he let's Allison and Nicky put together his outfits most times.

Okay so this is super long already so I might make a part 2 of this in the future :)

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nekojitachan · 4 years

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Okay, so there was this post, about where I was stuck at a rather miserable wedding. And in the comments, @fuzzballsheltiepants left a comment about imagining being stuck at the wedding with Neil and Andrew at the table.

Well, guess you could say that it inspired this fic.

No real warnings here, other than Neil stirring up trouble. Oh, and drink responsibly.

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“Who the hell does a puzzle game at a wedding?”

The left corner of Neil’s mouth twitched upward at the hint of indignation in his husband’s voice; he glanced over to find Andrew, his expression bored (better than murderous), gazing around the room with a half-empty plastic cup held in his left hand. He looked so handsome in his black suit with dark grey dress shirt (sans tie), blond hair freshly trimmed and bangs brushed back from his forehead. Yet for all the enticing picture he made at the moment, Neil would much rather he be dressed in a pair of comfortable sweats – that they both be in sweats and at their townhouse, busy making dinner and spoiling the cats than stuck at Regan’s wedding.

Unfortunately, it seemed that when the captain of your Exy team got married, you were expected to attend the event, especially if you were a married couple yourself and they helped back a transfer that got the two of you on the same team at last.

Dammit.

“I must admit, that’s the first I’ve heard of it – if anything, Nicky would have had it at his wedding.” Neil smiled when Andrew snorted at that, considering the spectacle the event had already been. “Or suggested it for ours.” When his husband grimaced, his smile widened. “Though to be fair, I think seeing who could pick a lock fastest would have been more ‘us’.”

“That or break out of handcuffs,” Andrew suggested while giving him a narrow look for some reason, then finished the last of his whiskey. “But we were smart enough to skip all of this nonsense.” Their ceremony had lasted five minutes, tops, at the courthouse and included only their most ‘necessary pests’ (Andrew’s words).

“True,” Neil murmured as he glanced around the large room crowded with people; some he knew since they were teammates, but most were strangers – Regan’s family and friends, or Sarah’s, he supposed. He’d only known the Dynamite’s captain for a few months, not counting the occasional meet-up when his former team played Andrew’s, and so wasn’t that familiar with the man’s fiancée.

Certainly not familiar enough to feel as if he should be stuck at the man’s wedding, but Regan wanted his team there for some reason, so Neil (and Andrew) had to suffer through the thing. Strict orders had been given – they couldn’t leave until after the cake had been cut and handed out.

Dammit.

At least there was an open bar, which they braved yet again so Andrew could have another drink (Neil stuck with juice since he wasn’t comfortable having more than a glass or two of beer or cider with his new teammates), but it seemed by then that the servers were done walking around with appetizers. Andrew stood there radiating indignation while Dave (backliner) introduced Neil to his wife, Laura, then clicked his tongue in disgust once they left. “They said the reception would start at 5:30. That was ten minutes ago.”

“Uhm, these things tend to run late?” Neil winced at the spark of irritation in his husband’s hazel eyes. “Maybe there’s something left at the cheese table.”

That seemed to appease the walking black hole, at least for the moment; they went into the one room where a cheese and vegetable spread had been placed (and a small classical quartet played music), and found that it hadn’t been entirely picked clean just yet.

They also found Mark, the team’s sub goalie, being berated by a guest who appeared determined to convert him to a vegan lifestyle. “-much better for the planet if you stop murdering animals because you ‘like a nice steak now and then’,” the young woman sneered.

Neil was bored, stuck wearing a suit (even if Andrew had picked it out for him and it always led to a quite enjoyable time later when it came to removing it) and would much rather be home, so he decided ‘what the hell’ because when would he see most of these people again? “Actually,” he informed the woman as he cut into her tirade, “there are some downsides to a vegan lifestyle. I mean, unless you’re growing everything yourself with sustainability in mind, you can negatively impact the environment even if you’re not ‘murdering animals’.” He gave her a cold smile as he nodded to her fake leather purse and shoes. “Think plastic is good for the planet? Or when you just have to have your latest fad vegetable or grain to the point you don’t care how it impacts the area around it?” He tried to remember some of the other arguments Allison had made during their last visit together, but it seemed that he’d already annoyed the woman enough as she’d taken to glaring at him (along with her date for the evening) while Mark smiled in relief and Andrew continued to decimate what remained of the cheese.

“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she snapped before she stomped away (with date in tow), and even tossed her long, black hair over her shoulder in emphasis.

“Thanks.” Mark gave him a relieved smile then took a swig of his beer. “All I did was make a joke about if she thought we’d be lucky enough to have steak for dinner and she went off on me. What happened to ‘each their own’, eh?”

“We’re with you there,” Neil agreed; personally, he didn’t care about one’s lifestyle choices as long as they didn’t impact others, and wished that more people felt the same.

He talked with Mark and Jennie (offensive dealer) who joined the discussion while Andrew basically cleared the table, and then it was back to the bar (some people better have a ride home or plan on cutting themselves off soon, because it was clear the long wait for dinner was not a good thing). “You just can’t resist stirring up shit, can you?” Andrew mused as he swirled the whiskey (at least the bar was stocked with semi-decent liquor or Neil suspected they’d have been long gone, ‘cake’ rule or no cake rule).

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” Neil kept a straight face until Andrew scoffed, then smiled enough that the scar on his left cheek ached from stretching so much.

They snuck outside to smoke (one of their five cigarettes each of the day), uncaring of the cold when they were alone and able to enjoy each other’s company in silence for a little while. Then it was back inside, where they found a quiet corner to wait (well, except for when Andrew bitched and bitched about how Regan had no fucking clue how to tell time) for the reception hall to be ready.

Almost an hour and a half later than it had said on the invite, the doors were opened and they were ‘invited’ to sit at their arranged tables for the reception part of the wedding. Regan and Sarah had set things up so the players were scattered amongst their family and friends.

Somehow, Neil wasn’t surprised (not with his luck) to find himself at the same table as the vegan couple.

She gave him and Andrew a cold look and immediately made it clear that she and her boyfriend were the best of friends with another couple at the table, which left two other couples for Neil and Andrew to talk to for the next hour or two. Except that Andrew had never gotten along very well with Lucas, who helped with the team’s media accounts (which meant that Neil didn’t, either), and the other couple were related to Sarah and had kids, so Neil listened to them ramble on for a couple of minutes about nine-to-five jobs and toddlers and just lost focus around the time they mentioned ‘day-care’.

“We’re going back to the bar, and this time distract the bartender while I grab the bottle of whiskey,” Andrew murmured in German.

Considering that vegan-girl was going on about some amazing quinoa recipe, Neil figured that it was the best thing possible, or else he’d be calling Renee to help him break his husband out of prison for mass homicide.

On second thought, it might be a good idea to text her just in case…..

While the maid of honor rambled on about what a precious saint Sarah was, he smiled at the one bartender (who appeared exhausted and looking forward to a break, now that people were seated and about to be fed), and asked about gin drinks while inching a twenty toward the tip jar, and walked off with a gin and tonic he would sadly have to ignore (especially since it was obvious that he’d be driving home) while a smug Andrew cradled his illicit goods beneath his coat back to the table.

Andrew stared everyone down as he drank straight from the bottle, while Neil had never been so grateful to see a salad appear in front of him in his life.

That and the bread baskets had to last them until it was their table’s turn to go to the buffet for any real food, and of course they were table ten. “Isn’t it odd, how all of a sudden the balls seem attracted to Regan’s head,” Andrew said as he snatched up the last two rolls, much to Lucas’ ire.

“Or his car tires are always deflated.” Neil hadn’t thought that the backliner had disliked them, but he was beginning to revise that opinion. “Good thing we didn’t go with the one bar set he wanted as a gift.”

“No, he deserves that horrid vase.” A slight shiver of distaste ran through Andrew’s stocky body.

“Ah, it’s rude to talk in a language no one else understands,” vegan-girl’s bestie said with evident disapproval, never mind that most of the table had been carrying on a conversation together - without Andrew and Neil.

Andrew gave her a blank look while Neil offered his father’s smile until she blanched. “Not our fault you don’t understand it,” he said before he rolled his eyes and turned back to his husband. “Make sure to throw the balls really, really hard.”

The look he received from his ‘better half’ made it clear that he needn’t have said anything.

While they waited for their turn, Neil exchanged a few texts with Renee (Andrew appeased for the moment, but chance for bloodshed still possible, while she mentioned various flight arrivals, that Allison was excited about her upcoming fashion line and that a care package was on its way to them). For his part, Andrew sipped the whiskey while he recited a German drinking song with rather dubious lyrics in a rote manner in an obvious attempt to annoy their dinner-mates.

(It worked.)

Everyone appeared relieved when it was finally their turn to eat; vegan-besties tried to get there first, but Andrew blocked speeding balls for a living while Neil dealt with people larger than him trying to knock him down all the time, so they had no problems getting to the buffet ahead of everyone else. Neil threw a smile over his shoulder at the couple while Andrew grabbed their plates.

At least the food looked decent; Andrew loaded up on the lasagna, fried chicken sliders and prawns, while Neil had the first two and a bowl of fruit salad; the vegetables were roundly ignored.

When vegan-girl saw their plates at the table, she glared (especially at Andrew, who was busy breaking apart the pieces of lasagna). “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Could she not see the bowl of fruit? Neil opened his mouth to argue and then thought better of it – Renee would be slightly peeved if she had to break both of them out of jail, after all. “What type of cake do you think it is, hmm? Chocolate? Vanilla? Almond?”

“It better be the best damn cake in the world after putting up with this shit,” Andrew muttered between bites of food.

On that they both agreed.

It was quiet while everyone ate, which Neil put down to everyone being hungry, and then the married couple made noises about it being late (not really) and the babysitter and kids. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised when first the wife left the table and then the husband once their plates were empty, and neither returned after ten minutes.

He was jealous as hell.

Even though there had been a couple of (thankfully short) speeches when the Regan and Sarah had entered the large room, Regan’s best man (Tim, his brother) got up to say a few more words and then the cake was wheeled into the room. Neil and Andrew perked up at that, even though it looked to be covered in that awful fondant icing and lots of gold dust. There was more talking (why?) between Regan and Sarah, and then they finally cut the damn thing.

“Maybe we’ll be out of here soon,” Andrew murmured as he tapped his fingers against the top of the table.

“One can hope.” The next time they got any invitations that weren’t from their fellow Foxes in the mail, Neil was going to come down with a case of food poisoning or something instead of suffer through another wedding.

Andrew got up from the table at one point, so Neil pulled out his phone to text with Renee some more to ask her what she thought might bring on some convincing flu-like symptoms for a couple of days (he’d ask Aaron, but chances were fifty/fifty that the bastard might poison him for real) while he half-expected the fire alarm to go off.

Especially when Andrew didn’t come back in ten minutes.

(He knew his husband hadn’t gone off without him, because then there would be bloodshed.)

Andrew finally returned bearing two plates overloaded with cookies, of all things. “That’s not cake.”

“Nice to see you haven’t taken too many hits to the head yet,” Andrew remarked as he pushed something round, white and covered in powdered sugar toward Neil, who regarded it with some suspicion but bit into it regardless; it was a shortbread cookie with walnuts so not bad. “There’s a cookie table out there.”

“Really?” Neil thought about that while Lucas’ wife (who actually nice) looked on with interest. “Okay, why?”

Andrew shrugged and had another cookie, some rolled thing with filling. “Something about Sarah being from Pennsylvania and it being a tradition there, from what the server told me.” Knowing Andrew, all he cared about was that there were sweets readily available.

Neil leaned against his husband while the glutton ate his way through the cookies, and smiled when a pumpkin spice cookie was nudged his way (it was good). When twenty minutes went by and still no cake but a DJ invited people (more like harassed) onto the dance floor, Andrew made a slight growling noise, had another swig of whiskey and went to fetch more cookies.

It was beginning to feel like they’d never leave the damn wedding, that they were trapped there forever. Neil had survived a life on the run, had lasted through two (three) weeks at Evermore, had been tortured, so refused to be broken by this evening.

But dammit, it was hard.

Especially when the DJ started playing Justin Bieber.

When Andrew began to slide his fingers beneath the cuffs of his sleeves, Neil knew that they had to leave, and they had to leave now. “Go get our coats,” he whispered in his husband’s left ear, followed by a slight nuzzle. When Andrew gave him a curious look, mindful of their instructions for the night, he smiled in a confident (well, Nicky called it his ‘oh shit we’re dead’ grin) manner. “Trust me.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Andrew insisted, yet grabbed the bottle of whiskey which did have a good bit left in it still and left the table.

Neil couldn’t resist giving a chilling smile to the remaining people at the table, which made them cringe back, before he headed to the kitchen. The staff was surprised to see him and tried to politely shoo him away, but all it took was holding up two fifties and explaining how his spouse had a headache so he needed two slices of cake (which was already cut and plated, so what the hell was the hold-up?) to go.

They were only too happy to box those two slices for him.

He made sure to take pictures of the slices, which he’d provide to Coach Denham to prove that he and Andrew had remained at the damn wedding until they’d gotten their cake, per instructions.

Cake in hand, he left the busy staff to their work and headed to the front door, where Andrew should be waiting for him. Andrew and their coats… and a large platter covered with cookies, apparently.

“Uhm….”

“Let’s go,” Andrew said as he shoved Neil’s coat into his arms.

Neil wasn’t going to ask, not when his husband radiated barely contained annoyance and there weren’t any dead bodies (that he knew of, which was all that mattered).

The cake box in the back seat of the Maserati and the cookie platter firmly held on Andrew’s lap, Neil smoothly shifted the car into gear to drive them home. “For any future weddings, we’re out of town,” Andrew declared before he bit into a brownie.

“Agreed.”

It was a peaceful drive home, the only sound the purr of the car’s engine and Andrew munching on cookies. Once they were inside their townhouse, Neil put the cake and the remaining cookies (he smiled when he noticed that Andrew had gotten more of the pumpkin ones for him) away, then fed the cats, who acted as if they were such starved creatures.

When he straightened up, Andrew was next to him. “Hey,” Neil breathed out, his smile strengthening as he was tugged closer by broad hands on his hips. “Renee was ready to fly out here and help me stage a jailbreak in case you snapped tonight.”

“It was close,” Andrew admitted. “Someone tried to get me out on the dance floor, but Terri cut her off before she lost her arm.”

And probably more than that, knowing Andrew, Neil thought with a slight wince; he would have to thank his fellow striker next week. “Well, we’re home now, you still have some sweets left despite everything, and I’ve this suit which I can’t quite remember how to take off.” Neil batted his eyelashes a couple of times. “Won’t you help me?”

“Pathetic as always, Josten,” Andrew sneered, but the heat in his lovely hazel eyes had nothing to do with anger or disgust.

“Josten-Minyard,” Neil reminded him before he was tugged down for a kiss, a pleased hum escaping as warm, strong hands slipped beneath his jacket.

The evening might have been horrible, but he couldn’t complain about the sugar rush from all those cookies Andrew had eaten, oh no.

*******

Ok, I really do need to get back to some in progress fics. But that was mildly amusing (and cathartic).

#aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #neil stirring up trouble as always #renee ready to ride to the rescue #don't get in the way of andrew and his sweets #andreil #married andreil #is it too much to ask for some friggen cake?#mumbling into the void #as always #nekojitachanfics

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Pretty in Pearls, Chapter 5 (Jankie) - Plastiquedoll

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A/N: hi! here's a short update but I still hope you enjoy it! thank you for reading it! <3

-5-

“Good evening, welcome to Lucky’s… I’m Jan, how can I help you?” She smiled brightly.

The flash of Crystal’s phone almost blinded her.

“Aw, look at you. First day of work!” The ginger cooed.

“They grow up so fast.” Jaida pretended she was crying.

Crystal was definitely crying.

“You guys…” Jan whispered. “I work here now… try to keep it cool… please?”

“How dare you? We always keep it cool.” Nicky crossed her arms on her chest.

“Aren’t we banned from that bar in the city?” Heidi asked.

“Technically, that wasn’t our fault…” The blonde mumbled.

Jan counted the people in the group; Widow and Gigi were there too, Widow was telling Gigi something but the girl was a bit too concentrated on certain ginger –she had said yes to their invitation in the blink of an eye when they told her Crystal was going to be there- Rosé and Lagoona would arrive after their rehearsal but still…

“Where’s Jackie?” Jan tiptoed, looking around.

“She had to close the copy room and told us she would meet us here.” Jaida explained.

“Oh… okay.” Jan displayed a new smile. “I’ll take you guys to your section.”

She walked the group to the booths and assigned them two tables next to each other –they were going to need a third table by the time the other girls arrived but for the moment, it would do- she distributed the menus and left them to check her other clients just like Denali had taught her earlier that day.

She had met some of her co-workers -there were other two waitresses working that night, Kandy and Olivia, Olivia was a sweetheart meanwhile Kandy was hilarious- and the day manager, Britta; for what it seemed, the night manager not being there was a recurring thing so Denali walked her carefully through every detail. She explained how the register worked, how to add tables and mark them as occupied or free, she also told Jan about the standards and rules with the diners, what to do, what not to do… and when she thought Jan was ready, she sent her to her first table ever.

“And don’t worry, if something goes wrong you can always say that you’re new and get away with it. I still do it sometimes.” Denali shrugged. “But I’m convinced you’ll do well.”

Jan did perfectly; she served two high school students who stopped by right after school. They ordered milkshakes and Jan was more than excited to prepare their drinks and deliver them while wearing a dazzling smile. They left a good tip for being teenagers so she took that as a good sign.

And obviously, her friends were going to drop by on her first day. She just hoped that Denali wouldn’t scold her in extension so she had asked them to behave… as much as they could.

Rosé and Lagoona walked in next.

“Look at you, baby!” Rosé celebrated her roommate. “Stunning!”

“Let me have a glance.” Lagoona gestured for her to twirl.

“Y’all…” Jan blushed but did as requested showing off her red and white striped uniform.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you in a dress or a skirt.” The pink-haired girl noted. “I’m not counting the skorts you wore when we went bowling.”

“You didn’t want me to wear sweatpants to it.”

“Bitch…”

Jan had no proofs or doubts Rosé would have burned the skorts if she had the chance. She knew it was a questionable fashion choice but hey, they surely were comfy.

She also hoped she never told Nicky or Gigi about them.

“Everyone is here already… well, except for Jackie, she’s kind of running late.” Jan guided them toward the booths.

The other girls immediately cheered when the other two girls joined as if they hadn’t had lunch all together the day before.

“I’ll check on you in a minute.” She said before running to the table that was calling for her.

Rosé’s words echoed on the back of her head. She didn’t have anything against skirts or dresses only she had never consider buying one for herself. Other girls looked ethereal with them but Jan still had war flashbacks from that time she attempted to buy a dress for her graduation with her mom… it hadn’t gone well.

Plus, sports clothes always fit her and were practical.

Denali had offered both options –the candy cane striped dress and an alternative set of pants and a white shirt with an apron- but she had opted for the dress for some reason. She wanted to fit into that environment and copying the black-haired girl seemed the first step to it. Trying it on had been a bit weird; she almost didn’t recognize herself in the mirror but the more she looked at herself the more she liked it.

At that moment, Jackie arrived.

She was apologizing even before completely trespassing the door when she lifted her gaze and met Jan’s eyes.

“…and I’m sorry for…” She began losing her ability to speak as she got in a trance.

Seeing Jan always gave Jackie butterflies on her stomach –the good type of butterflies- and she wasn’t going to admit it to her friends not even in a million years because she wasn’t the kind of girl who believed in something as cheesy as butterflies but most importantly, she had promised herself she wasn’t going to fall for that again.

But there she was, with that smile that made all the other smiles in the world irrelevant.

Seeing Jan in a dress made her brain malfunction –not because of the dress itself but because the girl was glowing while wearing it.

Jackie wetted her lips, she had forgotten what she was going to say.

“So… what do you think?” She stretched the dress with her hands. “You can be fully honest.”

No, she couldn’t.

“You look… very happy.” The brunette made a great effort to reply. “You look nice.” This time the words came out a bit more articulated.

Jan smiled, satisfied with that answer. “C’mon, the girls are over here…” She started walking and Jackie followed her. “Don’t you love this place? It looks like it’s been ripped out of the fifties or something.”

For the first time, Jackie actually paid attention to the diner.

“Oh, that’s right… the aesthetic…”

“Hey girls, Jackie’s here!” She announced.

“Miss Cox!” Heidi yelled.

Suddenly the table turned in her direction; they created a fuss, full sentences or loose words were hardly able to comprehend but Jackie was used to it, she spoke the loud language better than anyone. She looked at Jan before sitting with the rest of the group and cracked a secret smile just for her then she rolled her eyes and got entangled in one epic story about the time a cat crashed in the dorms.

Jan cleared her throat and asked very nicely if she could bring them something to drink. She listed soft drinks, mostly cherry coke, regular coke, diet coke, Sprite, and an ice cream soda for Crystal. She walked behind the counter and pressed some buttons to make sure she got it all correct.

It took her a moment to understand the computer’s system for the tables as in the abstract but now that she had some practice with it, she was getting faster at it. She charged table eight and then added a new order of fries for table twelve and finally opened the bill for her friends.

Denali approached her at some point while she was juggling with a couple of trays.

“Hey, how’s it going?” The black-haired girl asked. “Are you okay handling that big group by yourself?” She typed some numbers and printed the receipt without blinking.

“Ah, yeah… Don’t worry, they are all my friends.” It was the first time she had said it aloud and it filled her with pride.

Denali looked at the table; it was a colorful ensemble of people that were having a blast. They were loud and they burst into laughter every couple of minutes. Jan spotted Widow covering her face with second-hand embarrassment while she was laughing underneath, Heidi cackling next to her, Nicky and Jaida holding hands but still participating in the debate, Rosé holding her stomach, Lagoona trying to add something but cracking up as soon as she started a sentence, Gigi with a blank stare trying to discover what she had said that was so funny, Crystal in an attempt to explain it to her –laughing still- and Jackie shaking her head, knowing the situation was irredeemable.

Those were her friends and it filled Jan’s chest with warmness to see them there on her first day of work.

“They came here to support you?”

Jan nodded.

“Aw, that’s so cute!” Denali beamed. “Let me know if I can help you with their order though.”

“I probably will… they already found out there are mozzarella sticks in the menu and when they say «bring mozzarella sticks» they mean all the mozzarella sticks.”

Denali chuckled. “Alright.”

Jan returned to the tables with the drinks and placed them carefully remembering who ordered what. Her friends ordered a ton of food and she had to write it down and register the order on the computer.

They were talking about Rosé and Lagoona’s latest news, they had started preparing the winter musical for a class but one of the girls that were taking part had to step out of the play.

“She said she didn’t want to brag but honestly, Sydney, who the fuck cares if you’re doing Hamilton now?” The blue-haired girl sighed. “Anyway, so we need to recruit someone else this month to play that part.”

“What’s the play about?” Widow asked.

“We’re honoring the one and only Lindsay Lohan and decided to adapt the fictional musical Eliza Rocks from Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen.” Rosé explained.

“So… Pygmalion?” Gigi frowned.

“No, no… well, yeah… It is Pygmalion but with a twist… a remake if you like.”

“So the Glee version of Pygmalion?” Heidi tried to connect the dots.

“There’s nothing new under the sun anyway.” Rosé gave up.

“We still have to, write the music and the script… but that’s the big project of the drama department.”

“We could help you with the costume design,” Nicky suggested. “That could be interesting.”

“I don’t know if-” Gigi whispered.

“I love all the theatrical stuff, can I help you?” Crystal volunteered.

“Alright, yeah… we’re helping with the costumes.” The other blonde corrected herself.

Jan shook her head and left them to discuss other details.

She was tapping the screen of the computer when Jackie sat on one of the stools of the bar.

“Look how the tables have turn… Literally.”

Jan giggled. “Right? The food will be ready in a second… I’m just finishing here.”

The brunette watched her work. “You know, that role on the play Rosé and Lagoona are putting together… you could do it.”

Jan stopped what she was doing and stared at Jackie. “What? Me?” She shook her head. “No, no… I just sing in the shower and when I’m alone… that’s it. I’m not a singer and I’m not an actress.”

“You could be one. Nobody was born knowing but you can learn. I’m sure they’d love to have you on their production.”

“Jackie, I don’t know… It’s really not my thing. Besides, they already have a lot of work to do, I don’t want to delay them even more.”

“It sounds to me that you would be doing them a favor. Just… think about it. This is the perfect time to try new things… maybe.”

“I won’t promise anything.”

“Alright.” Jackie stood up. “By the way, you should bring extra ketchup… talking from experience.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

Jan delivered the food with Denali’s help as she had suggested and then let them enjoy it until it was her time to call it a day, hang her apron and change her dress.

“Great job today. You're a good new addition to our staff.” Denali congratulated her on the back of the restaurant.

“Thank you! I’m glad that you hired me.”

“Don’t even mention it. Now go have fun with your friends.” She winked at her and left Jan to collect her things.

She then saw with her friends and let a big sigh out of her chest.

“The first day is over…”

Her friends congratulated her as well and took turns to compliment her as if it was a Yelp review.

“Let’s make a toast for Jan’s new job!” Jaida raised her glass in the air.

“For Jan!” The table cheered in unison.

“Five out of five stars, excellent service.” Heidi qualified.

“Speaking of…” Rosé whispered just for Jan to listen. “Who is that girl that helped you earlier?”

“Denali? She’s basically my supervisor at this point and she hired me.”

“She’s cute… like… very cute.”

Jan had never seen Rosé blushing until that moment –not even when Heidi had dropped some of her –arguably- best pickup lines during one lunch.

“Oh, so you think she’s cute?”

“Do you know if she’s single?”

“I’ve worked here for a day or so…”

“More than enough time.”

“I can ask her later but she’s like my boss now, you have to promise me you’ll be chill.”

“Baby, have you seen the people around us? I’ll be the chilliest of them all.”

That wasn’t the most reassuring thing to say.

The second week, Jan was more used to her work but her teachers started setting deadlines, and with her baseball practices on top of everything else, she ended up being exhausted by the time her head touched the pillow.

After a long day, the only thing she wanted was to take a long hot shower and put on some pajamas. She walked into the hallway, yawning and carrying her little bathroom basket with shampoo, soap, and a towel.

She had followed Nicky’s advice and always wore flip-flops to the shower. The bathroom was covered in steam most of the time so the girls had to clean the mirrors to brush and dry their hair hoping to see their reflection.

Jan politely greeted two girls from the dorm and got in the shower before closing the curtain. She heard the door as the two girls left and with that, she was left alone. She turned on the shower and let the water cover her entirely to wash off all the stress of the day.

While shampooing, she unconsciously started humming some random song she had heard on the radio earlier in the diner. She closed her eyes and got under the shower when someone moved the curtain.

“I knew it!” Rosé yelled. She had her pink embroidered bathrobe on and her hair was dripping wet.

Jan screamed. “Rosé!” She covered her body with the plastic curtain. “Holy sh… You nearly gave me a heart attack… I thought we had agreed on no Pitch Perfect reenacts.” Her heart was beating faster than ever.

“I didn’t know it was the whole movie, I thought it was just the songs… you know, I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes-” She hummed.

“Rosé…” The shower’s water continued running. “Get out.”

“Okay fine.” The girl closed the curtain. “But I heard you before, you hum when you’re happy.”

“Yes? Like a normal person?” She said on the other side.

“No, no… you’re good. Why didn’t you tell me you were good?”

“Because I’m not a singer… I don’t sing like you or Lagoona.”

“But you could! This is great… I knew you were good.” She repeated.

“Wait a minute, were you waiting for me to come shower?”

“No bitch, I was exfoliating… I wasn’t stalking you.”

“Okay… sure… this definitely crosses some boundaries but okay…”

“Sorry about the curtain thing but hey, here’s a fun idea… you should drop by the auditorium tomorrow. We’re holding auditions this week and I’m just saying… you could be what we need.”

Jan finished showering and stepped out wrapped in her towel.

“Look… I’m flattered that you even consider me good but I’m not… musical theatre material, trust me.”

Rosé stared with supplicant eyes. “I know you can do it… but alright.” She raised her hands in the air in surrender.

She sighed. “Listen, Rosé, I’d love to help you but my plate is full right now… I wouldn’t be able to do it all.”

“Don’t worry… I won’t insist and I won’t bring the subject anymore just… please, consider it overnight. You don’t have to say no right away.”

“Fine… can I brush my hair in peace or is Lagoona going to jump out the sink and start a number about why I should sing?”

“We don’t have that budget but I’m sure she can improvise a song if that’s what it takes.”

“See you in the room and remember that you can’t bring this up again.”

“For someone who’s cheerful all the time you surely are picking traits from Miss Jackie Cox, aren’t you…?”

Jan blushed. “No, I’m not…”

The following day, Jan found herself roaming outside the auditorium for no particular reason.

Well, that was what she kept telling herself.

Because she wasn’t there for the auditions.

No.

Not at all.

She took a deep breath before walking in.

Luckily, most of the auditorium was empty except for the stage where most performers were still doing warm-up exercises and no one noticed the presence of the girl when she entered. Instead of standing still in the middle of the rows, she sat at the back and hid behind another seat hoping no one would spot her from there.

That was a mistake, she wasn’t supposed to be there.

She had told Rosé she would think about it but she chickened out the second she stepped in.

The rehearsal began and some of the members of the club started reading fragments of the play. It was really funny, Jan found herself holding back her laughter at some dialogues and performances. Lagoona played the piano and Rosé sang along with her and some other students joined for the chorus of the song.

It was mesmerizing to watch it from afar and maybe that was all she had to do. She could be supportive this way, without getting too involved.

“Now, what on Earth are you doing here?” The voice made her startled until she noticed it was Jackie who was now hiding next to her.

“Shhhh… keep it quiet. They don’t know I’m here… wait, why are you here?”

Jackie was so close, Jan could smell the green apple notes of her perfume.

“After my shift ended, I went to the administration office to talk with the dean and when I left I saw you walking in.” She explained.

“Ah… well, I’m leaving already so…”

“Please, don’t mind me.” The brunette assured. “So, what really brings you here?”

“Rosé is trying to get all Pitch Perfect and recruit me for this. She heard me sing in the showers.”

“Understandable. I’d call it the troyboltonification of Jan.”

“I’m not… I won’t get troyboltonificated. I’m here just to… take a look… That’s it.”

“Aha, sure.” She didn’t sound convinced. “What is holding you back from this? Obviously, you want it.”

Jan lowered her gaze. “Back in high school… I secretly wanted to participate in the drama club but the rehearsals were at the same time as my baseball practices and well… I always picked baseball over it because that’s what I’m good at it… plus it was an excuse to hang out with Nathan after the practice.”

“I see…” Jackie mumbled.

“Besides, I didn’t think I have what it takes… yes I can hit a couple of notes but that…” She pointed at the stage. “What they do there is art.”

“Listen… you’re not in high school anymore. It might be difficult to juggle the extracurricular activities with your studies and work but… if you want this, you should give it a try.” Jackie said candidly, her eyes reflected the sincerity of her words. “If it’s not for you, at least you can say you tried it.”

“Do you really think I could do it? I mean, being in front of a stage like them?”

“I’m certain about it. Some people might be born with it but I’m sure they had to practice a lot anyway and they probably failed more than once before they could get better. It is easier to say it than doing it but you’re a spitfire, if you put your mind to it you can do anything.”

She smiled even though they were in the darkest place of the auditorium.

“Thank you, Jackie. I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you, seriously.”

“Whenever you need it.” She smiled back.

Then, Jan stepped out and walked down toward where the stage was.

“Hi!” She approached shyly the people there, Lagoona stopped playing and Rosé was more than happy to see her. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys but I was told you have a vacancy for a role…”

The pink-haired girl jumped out of the stage. “Fellas, this is Jan… she’s my roommate and she has a great voice. I think we could use her talent here.”

They welcomed her warmly, introducing the team.

Jan turned around before going on stage and Jackie gave her a thumbs up.

“Break a leg.” She murmured even when the younger couldn’t hear her from there.

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #jackie cox #jankie #college au #lesbian au #slow burn #pretty in pearls #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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Chapter 7: Columbia, Part 1

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It had been a very long week of practices. Blue had been far above her teammates back in Henrietta, but now that she was playing on a college team her new teammates were -literally- running circles around her. Drat that Neil. He hadn't spoken to her much since that first meeting. She wasn't sure if he was treating her differently because of what happened with Mr. Gray, or if it was simply that he struggled with new people. Kevin was also the bane of her existence. It was clear that he resented her presence on the team and didn't think that Neil had picked well. And that whiny little voice! At least try to make a goal. Fuck him.

Her Raven boys hadn't been having much more luck than she had. Gansey had somehow managed to offend nearly every single one of the Foxes individually. She'd overheard him accidentally being condescending to Allison. He got in a fight over some inconsequential history detail with Kevin on Tuesday and they hadn't spoken since. Blue wasn't sure what the problem with Aaron and Andrew were, but figured the twins didn't need much to be set off. Neil and Renee each seemed to distrust him on principle. Gansey's only good relationships on the team were with Dan and Matt, and that was because Gansey treated Dan with absolute, unfailing respect.

As for Ronan and Adam, it was going about as well as Blue could hope. Ronan hadn't gotten into any fights, and Adam was on neutral ground with everyone so far. Neither of them trusted any of the Foxes, but maybe that would come with time. They'd decided not to come out to the team until everyone was more comfortable with each other, which Gansey and Blue had promised to respect. Also, Gansey and Blue had a private betting pool on who would figure out their relationship first (the Foxes' gambling habits were addictive). Blue's money was on Renee.

Blue woke up on Friday morning feeling terribly homesick. It was nice to be on her own, but change was hard, and this morning she missed it all. The constant chatter of Fox Way. The quiet of her small bedroom. The tree with her father in the backyard. The knowing eyes of her mother. Carla's brashness. Persephone's oddities. Noah.

Noah would have loved to come to Palmetto, Blue thought as she cried silently.

Just as she was preparing to get up, she heard noises from the other side of the room. Crap. Up until this point, Blue had been the first awake every morning, and nobody had seen her without makeup yet. She only wore foundation. The other Foxes probably wouldn't judge her for her scars, but she didn't feel like explaining them. Maybe the other girls would leave her be and she could sneak to the bathroom later.

No such luck. Allison poked her head up over the side of the bunk. "Rise and shine, freshman."

"Go away."

"Oh my god, are you crying?" Even better. Blue sat up and turned to Allison to give her a proper tongue lashing but froze at the astonished look she received. Allison continued to stare for several seconds before breaking the silence again. "Damn, girl, you look like someone tried to gouge your eye out."

Blue threw a pillow at her. "Someone did. Go away." Blue threw the covers over her head and, blessedly, Allison left without another word.

Blue listened as the girls got ready, waiting for Allison to tell them all what had happened, but she never did. She woke up Dan and Renee and hustled them to the kitchen with promises of coffee, leaving Blue alone. Blue immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to put on her foundation. Then she got dressed and joined the others for breakfast.

Everything was as it had been for the last few days. Dan was throwing frozen waffles in the toaster and singing some dorky Disney song. Allison was sitting across from Renee, looking entirely too awake for a morning and chatting away, and Renee was sleepily sipping coffee and ignoring the other two. "Oh hey, Blue!" Dan said. "Want a waffle?"

Blue took a waffle and a container of yogurt and sat at the table, eyeing Allison. Allison looked at her and shook her head briefly before returning to her one sided conversation with Renee. She hadn't told the other girls, then. Blue contemplated that as she ate her waffles. She disliked Allison. Her constant perfection grated on Blue - the hair, the makeup, the expensive and tasteful clothes. In nearly all respects Allison strove to fulfill the feminine attributes as defined by the patriarchy. Also, she was a jerk.

She did have some nice biceps, though. Blue would give her that.

"So, Blue, what are your plans for the weekend?" Dan asked, sitting across the table with her own plate of waffles."

"Oh, yeah, its Friday already." What a week. "I promised Andrew I would go to Columbia with them tonight."

Dan's face turned hard. "You don't say," she said flatly. She stood, abandoning her waffles, and marched out the front door.

"That short little Monster dared to invite you to Columbia, did he?" Allison snorted. "Dan will never allow it."

"Why not?" Blue demanded.

"You haven't heard what he does there! The last person he took chose to hitchhike back rather than spent another minute with them."

Blue snorted. "Was it Neil?"

Allison laughed. "Who else would pull a stunt like that?"

"I will have to risk it. I did promise. I owe him for it."

"Keeping promises is the best way to get to Andrew," Renee said. The coffee was finally kicking in and she looked at least semi-awake. "He will respect you for it."

At that point the door opened and Dan returned, looking much calmer. "You have my blessing for Columbia." She took a seat and dug into a waffle as Allison stared at her.

"But what about-"

"It's okay, babe," Renee cut her off, smiling sweetly. "It'll be different this year, and I think Blue can take care of herself."

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They had just finished afternoon practices and Blue was starting to feel like she had been forgotten. As the team was leaving the building, she sidled up next to Neil. "So what's the plan for Columbia tonight? I haven't heard anything yet."

"We're going out for ice cream and then to a club," he responded. "Leaving at 5. Wear all black, if you have it."

Blue rolled her eyes at his smirk. Her neon exercise clothes were awesome, thank you very much. "I'll manage the black, but I am a little underage for a club. As are you, I believe."

"Not a problem."

"Okay then. What time will we be back?"

Neil seemed surprised at that question, the oblivious fool. "Oh, Nicky has a house in Columbia. We usually stay there overnight. That way we can be out late and drive back sober the next day."

Blue nodded. "Sounds good."

At that moment Gansey went past. "What sounds good?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, I'm going to Columbia with Andrew and Neil and..." she trailed off.

"Kevin, Aaron, and Nicky. We're going for ice cream and to show Blue around the city," Neil finished smoothly. Apparently he didn't think Gansey would approve of the club.

Gansey nodded. "I hope you have a splendid time, Jane. Could I perhaps join you?"

"No, you and Adam are leaving to attend your mother's event tomorrow."

"That's tomorrow?"

Blue rolled her eyes, but fondly. "Yes, it's tomorrow. You and Adam are going back to the tower to grab the bags you packed earlier today, and then you're leaving." Gansey looked relieved. "Now you boys stay out of trouble, and don't do anything that I would do."

Neil laughed. "Shouldn't you say, don't do anything I wouldn't do?"

"No, no, she was quite correct the first time," Gansey laughed. "You would have appreciated the scathing remarks at the last thing Jane attended. The Senator was scandalized. I'll see you later, Jane!" He hugged her close before leaving.

Neil watched him go with a bemused expression. "Is... is he alright in the head? He seems very forgetful."

"Oh, he's alright. The second time he died really messed with his sense of time."

"The second time he WHAT?"

"Oh, look, its Ronan. I've got to go talk to him. See you tonight!" Blue sprinted toward the BMW and hopped into the passenger seat just before it roared to life. She threw on her seatbelt as he peeled out of the lot, leaving a very confused Neil staring after them. "Hey, do you have any spare black shirts I can have?"

"Why, maggot?"

"I'm apparently going to a club with Andrew and Company tonight, and I've been informed that the dress code is all black."

Ronan laughed, a harsh sound. "Do you even own anything that is solidly black?"

"Why do you think I'm asking you?" Ronan groaned. "Also, I know you can just dream yourself a new shirt."

Ronan raised an eyebrow at her before turning his attention back to the road. "I'm surprised you don't just ask me to dream you a whole outfit."

"I don't trust you to get it right." Also, she enjoyed the making of things.

"I'm not giving you my stuff."

"Don't be such a shithead."

"Fine," he snapped, "but you owe me. Also you're getting a failed dream shirt."

Blue grinned. This was going to be fun.

**********************

It was obvious why Ronan had dubbed this shirt a failure. It was massive, longer than Blue was tall, and ripped through as if attacked with knives, or perhaps clawed through by a night horror. That said, the fabric was sturdy but soft, and it was one of the most fascinating things Blue had ever looked at. If you inspected it closely, it was definitely a solid black. Or was it? Seen from the corner of your eye, it swirled with overtones of color, like the sheen of an oil slick, always there but just out of sight.

Blue had a great time transforming it in the hour before she had to leave. She chopped off the bottom just above her knees, leaving it ragged. She used the rips as a starting point to pleat the fabric in odd directions, pulling it in on itself again and again until it finally fit around her waist, then belted it with a silver ribbon. She had silver knee high boots to match (a lucky secondhand find) and some black fingerless gloves which she had knitted for Ronan (it wasn't her fault they had shrunk in the wash). The girls whistled when she strode out into the living room area.

"You look beautiful, Blue," Renee said, sweet as always. "You are obviously quite talented."

"I can't believe you threw that together in an hour," Dan added.

Allison looked up from her phone, gave her a cursory once-over, and went back to texting. Silence was better than the cutting insults Blue had been receiving all week, so she would take that gladly. She said farewell to the girls and headed out the door, clothes for the next day packed in her backpack.

Ronan was waiting for her in the hallway, leaning casually against the door with a small duffle bag and Chainsaw on his shoulder. "Ready to head out, maggot?"

Blue raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you were invited."

Ronan snorted. "As if I'd miss an opportunity to drink."

"He totally invited himself," Nicky called as he came down the hallway. "Knocked on our door and asked when we were going, wouldn't take no for an answer. Hold on, is that a bird?" Chainsaw cawed and flapped her wings, making Nicky duck. "Okay, you have a pet crow-" "Raven" "-raven, good god you're terrifying. Hot, but terrifying. Anyway, y'all ready to head out?"

Blue eyed him for a minute. "I'm ready as soon as I get some of that glitter you're dusted with."

"You're not getting fucking glitter in my car, maggot. And I'm not riding in that orange monstrosity."

"Hey, my orange monstrosity has quite the pedigree, I'll let you know." Ronan laughed. "But I suppose I've inflicted enough torture on you today." They followed Nicky into the parking lot where the other four were already in Andrew's Maserati. Nicky hopped in the backseat of the BMW to give directions in case the cars got separated, but sat as far to the side as possible after Ronan buckled in Chainsaw.

Once they were on the road, Blue asked, "How come Nicky can get glitter in your car and I can't"

"Nicky didn't steal my shirt, you fucking menace. Also, there's still some back there from the last time Henry decided to deck himself out."

"Who's Henry?" Nicky asked.

"A friend from Henrietta," Blue replied. "He didn't play Exy with us, but he'll be coming to school here in the spring semester, so you'll get to meet him at some point."

"Can't escape him forever," Ronan muttered.

"Shut up, you like Henry."

"He's a worse fucking nuisance than you are."

"And yet you still hang out with him. Anyway, Nicky, I think you'll like him. He's loud and fun and loves glitter as much as Noah does."

"Who is Noah?"

"Someone I miss a lot," Blue said sadly. The rest of the ride was mostly silent, beyond random chirping of kerah from the backseat. Nicky started to quietly give directions as they neared the city, and soon they pulled up to a place called Sweetie's.

Ronan pulled up next to the Maserati and everyone got out of their respective cars. "Guys!" Nicky yelled. "I can't believe I survived a trip sitting next to that omen of death!"

"Oh fuck off, Nicky, Chainsaw is harmless."

"You sure about that?" Ronan asked, grin sharp enough to slice.

"Actually, no. Not when Nicky has been pissing you off," Blue conceded. Nicky was apparently too intimidated by Ronan to flirt directly, but kept hitting on Adam. Adam was amused. Ronan was not.

"What did I do?" Nicky yelped as Chainsaw swooped at his head. Blue and Ronan laughed, and surprisingly Aaron and Neil did as well. As soon as those two realized they were both laughing at the same thing, they gave each other a look and turned away, pretending that it had never happened. Interesting. The whole group started walking into Sweeties, Kevin insisting all the while they will never let a bird in here. Ronan just shrugged and whistled, holding out his arm. Chainsaw landed, claws digging into his leather jacket. Blue had stolen the jacket and modified it to have more padding in the places Chainsaw liked to land. Ronan had never acknowledged it, but he wore the jacket more often now, and that was all the thanks Blue could ever ask for. Ronan tucked Chainsaw close to his chest as they walked in.

The group claimed a table that seemed to be a regular spot for Andrew and Co, as Blue had dubbed them. She'd heard the upperclassmen calling them "the monsters," of course, but didn't care for the nickname. She'd met real monsters. She suspected these boys had, too.

Nicky ordered the ice cream special for the table and Ronan added some baskets of fries. Chainsaw cawed only once before Ronan shoved a fry in her beak. The waitress sent them many sidelong glances, but as long as Chainsaw was quiet, she seemed reluctant to throw out a group of regulars. Blue sat back and observed the table as everyone ate. Andrew was staring out the window with Neil pressed into his side (there really wasn't room at this table for everyone). Occasionally they would mutter to each other in what sounded like Russian. Aaron was texting and sometimes getting dragged into conversation with Kevin. Nicky was chatty and bubbly and barely getting any ice cream into his mouth because of it. He was the only one really talking, Blue realized. He looked tired and stressed below the smile, as if he were trying too hard to be the happy one and needed a break. Blue knew that look. She wore it herself, sometimes.

Just like that, Nicky pulled her into the conversation. "So tell us how you and Gansey met."

I'm never making eye contact with him again, she grumbled to herself. "Well he insulted me at my job, accidently calling me a prostitute, and then I ran into him again the next day when he came to my mom for a reading."

Nicky stared at her. "Well, we don't have time to unpack all of that," he gave his best Mulaney impression. "But I'd really like to. A prostitute? Really?"

Blue grinned. "Not in those words."

"She sure put him in his place," Ronan added. "You should have seen his face."

"Yeah, I about strangled him when y'all showed up that next day," she laughed.

"So what do you mean, they came for a reading?" Nicky asked.

Blue sighed. She had gone a whole week without telling anyone but Renee, and now she was basically telling the whole team by telling Nicky. "My mom is a psychic," she explained. "A legit one. Her readings aren't always precise, but they're always true. And if you're one of the 'lucky' ones to get a precise one, well."

Nicky immediately launched into a spiel about how he'd been to a lot of psychics. They all sounded fake, in her opinion. Too much drama, not enough soul, as all fake psychics were. "So can you do a reading for me?" he asked excitedly.

"No, I didn't inherit any of the psychic talent." Still a sore point. "I sat in on a lot of readings, and I could definitely pass myself off as a faker, but there's no talent there."

"Adam could probably do a reading if you asked nicely," Ronan muttered.

Nicky beamed. "Is he a psychic?"

"Yes, my sort-of-aunt Persephone taught him. Though if you really want to talk to a true psychic, you should ask Wymack." The whole table gave her startled looks. "Come on, guys. How do you think he finds troubled kids?" Kevin nodded at that, looking thoughtful.

Nicky wasn't to be deterred. "Could Adam maybe use his fancy psychic skills to help me win some bets?"

"Not a chance."

"Too bad. There's some good pots out there."

"Really? What on?" Blue asked.

"Oh, the usual. Most of the big ones involve all of you, though, so if I tell you I risk spoiling them."

Ronan turned to Aaron. "What exactly do I need to do to make this annoying dipshit lose money?"

Aaron looked up from his phone and gave a small shrug before continuing to text. "There's a bet on when you'll fight someone, a bet on your relationship status, and one on your sexuality." Blue was surprised. That was the longest sentence she had ever heard from him, as well as the least assholish one.

"My sexuality isn't a fucking gambling pot," Ronan snarled. "It's none of your fucking business." He stood up, making Chainsaw squawk in indignation as he pushed Blue and Kevin out of the bench so he could stomp off.

Blue didn't follow, but she did kick Nicky in the shins. "That's a horrible thing to bet on."

"It's not the first time," Kevin said. "They had a similar bet last year when-" he cut off with a grunt as Aaron imitated Blue's kicking technique. "Hey!"

"Shut up, you'll ruin the pot!"

Oh, that was interesting. Blue would have to think about that exchange. The topic turned to Exy strategy as they finished their ice cream, just in time for Ronan to come back to the table. Andrew left a pile of money on the table, enough for the ice cream and a good-sized tip. Blue added another $10 on behalf of Chainsaw as they headed out the door. "Where are we going next?" she asked.

"Eden's."

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The Color of a Bruise Part One

Danny Reagan x Daughter! Reader

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Summary: After an awkward Sunday dinner, Danny begins to suspect that his daughter's new boyfriend may have violent tendencies. You desperately try to solve the situation on your own, but everything just spirals out of control. The entire family is called to arms.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to do an imagine with a daughter for Danny because he’s one of my favorite fictional characters ever. I really hope you guys enjoy and let me know if there are more Blue Bloods Imagines you’d like to see!

Warnings: Abuse, emotional and physical. Mentions of assault. Again, if you’re uncomfortable always feel free to skip. Also spoilers for those of you not passed season seven.

Dinner had nearly finished without a single argument. You pushed your food around your plate with your fork as your phone buzzed insistently. Your brother Sean sat beside you and smirked.

“Somebody’s popular.” He snarked, taking a bite of his dinner roll. Your great-grandfather gave you a look.

“You know the rules, Y/N.” He scolded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You turned off the buzzer, wincing at the number of texts and missed you were getting. You told him you’d be with your family today.

“Everything okay?” Your aunt Erin asked, passing the salad bowl to you. You nodded, faking a smile.

“Yeah, just one of the group chats I’m in is in a heated discussion about whether or not crocs are fashionable.” You lied, but you could see your dad glance at you from the corner of his eye. You may have learned how to fake it to the rest of the family, but even after years of practice, you could never lie to him.

Everyone quickly forgot about your phone and dove into this weeks saga of events. Nothing life-threatening, thankfully. Jamie and Eddie were going through with more wedding plans and Nicky was looking into more jobs. Your mind wandered back to the messages on your phone. He wasn’t going to be happy.

“I almost forgot!” Nicky exclaimed. Your cousin eyed you mischievously and you couldn’t stop her before she asked. “Y/N, how are you and your new boyfriend doing?” You glared at her as every pair of eyes at the table now turned to you. She laughed and you glanced at your father, who was very intent on hearing your answer.

“We’re doing just fine, thank you, Nicky.” You said through clenched teeth. As much as you loved her, you and Nikki liked to jab at each other almost as much as your parents did. You looked around at the faces eager with anticipation. “And that is all any of you are getting.” Everyone sighed in disappointment and you avoided your dad’s questioning glances for the rest of the evening.

Afterward, you scurried quickly out to your car, but you weren’t fast enough.

“Hold it!” Danny ordered and you winced.

“So close.” You whispered to yourself, turning around and giving him an innocent smile. “Hey, dad.”

“What’s this about a new boyfriend?” He asked putting an arm around your shoulders. You laughed awkwardly and he gave you a teasing smirk.

“It’s not a big deal, dad.” You insisted, leaning against your car. “We met at school and we’ve gone on a couple of dates.” You were in your senior year at college and you’d met Zach in one of your Criminal Justice classes. To tell the truth, you’d been seeing him for nearly three months. You just didn’t want your father to know that.

“Is this someone I should be meeting?” He raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“Definitely not!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “At least, not right now. I don’t want you to scare him off.” He put a hand on his heart in mock offense.

“Who, me?” You gave him a side-hug and got into your car, watching Jamie and Eddie walk to theirs, hands holding on to each others. Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Jamie said something that made her laugh. Deep down, you wished you’d have something like that one day.

Dread filled your stomach as you scrolled through the messages, each one angrier than the next. Your hand started to shake when you read the last message sent. I’ll be waiting at your apartment. We’ll talk there.

You should’ve driven as far away as you could. You should’ve asked your grandfather if you could just spend the night there. But Zach was just upset because he wanted to spend time with you. That’s all. That’s what you told yourself. That’s what made you drive back to your apartment.

“Where the hell have you been?” Zach demanded, standing up from his place on your couch.

“How did you-” You began to ask. You didn’t remember giving him a key.

“It doesn’t matter how I got here, it matters that you weren’t here.” He growled, looming over you.

“I told you that I have family dinners every-” A hand striking your cheek stopped you from finishing.

“I don’t care about your family!” Zach screamed. His hands latched around your wrists. This wasn’t the first time he’d grabbed you like this, but he hadn’t hit you before.

“Zach, you need to calm down.” You spoke quietly, trying to keep things from escalating. His face completely morphed and his tone was pathetically panicked.

“Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I think you should leave.” You looked at him intensely, but you didn’t want to set him off again.

“Please don’t make me leave, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” He begged. His eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t want to be alone, today.” When he looked back up, his eyes were filled with tears. “A year ago, today, is when I lost her. My mom.” He’d told you when you first met that his mother had killed herself. In fact, losing your mothers was the only thing that you had in common. Its what had drawn you to him. Someone else understood what it was like.

Maybe that’s why you let him stay the night. Maybe that’s why you let him do things that you didn’t want to. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

By the time morning came, Zach was gone. You let out a sigh of relief. As the events of last night flashed through your mind, you felt like the walls were closing in on you. You were losing control of everything all over again.

You slowly stood, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You winced as your hand grazed your cheek. Walking into the bathroom, you saw the large, blue bruise just underneath your eye. You cursed under your breath and reached for your concealer. Eddie’s dress appointment in less than an hour and fingerprint-shaped bruises wrapped around your wrists. When you left your apartment any evidence of the night before was hidden beneath makeup or the sleeves of your sweater.

The bridal shop attendant led you to where Aunt Erin and Nicky were waiting. Eddie was getting dressed and the mother and daughter saved you a seat on the couch.

“So…”’ Erin started. “Who’s this new boyfriend?” You subconsciously pulled your sleeves down further.

“His name’s Zach.” You didn’t want to tell her his last name. Knowing her, she would look him up or worse- tell your father to look him up. “We met at school. He’s… nice.”

“I think she should be able to date without being questioned like this is an impending investigation.” Nicky chimed in. You narrowed your eyes.

“Says the one who announced it at family dinner.” She playfully stuck out her tongue and Erin laughed.

“You two are acting like your those little girls running around the park again.”

“Well, life was easier back then, Aunt Erin.” You shrugged. As your eyes turned to an entering Eddie, Erin’s remained on you. There was something about what you said that sparked her concern and turned her people reading skills on high alert.

“You look amazing!” Nicky exclaimed. A bright smile spread across your face, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Instead, Erin saw the look she saw in so many victims she’d encountered over the years.

As they walked out, Erin stopped Eddie as the girls walked ahead of them.

“Have you noticed anything strange about Y/N?” She asked. Eddie looked at the younger girl, noticing the way she flinched as a stranger bumped into her or how she was wearing a sweater in the middle of June.

“Yeah…” Eddie agreed. “There’s something…” She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Something that makes me want to learn more about her new boyfriend,” Erin noted. You were lucky to have such strong women looking after you. If you didn’t have them, the next week’s events would have ended very differently.

The cafe was crowded so you had to pick a table outside. You were meeting your dad for lunch in less than fifteen minutes but you always like to be early. You put even more makeup on the marks, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to see them. Everything was going as planned… until you saw Zach storming down the sidewalk towards you. You stood, backing away slightly. The look in his eyes scared you more than you cared to admit.

“Zach, what are you-” You began before he yanked you into the ally.

“Who the hell are you meeting?” He boomed, earning glances from people passing by. His hands pinned your shoulders against the brick and you felt the panic set in.

“Zach, you have to leave. My dad’s going to be here any-” He slammed your head back into the wall, making your vision blur.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do, Y/N.” He spat, painfully tangling his fingers in your hair. “I don’t give a damn who your dad is. I’ll still kick his ass.” You gritted your teeth and gathered as much strength as you could. You pushed him off of you, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“That’s it.” You growled, pulling down your sleeves. “We’re done.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“You don’t get to decide when we’re done.” You crossed your arms over your chest, finally standing your ground.

“I just did.” He put a hand on the side of your head, shoving your face against the cafe wall. By this time, a crowd had begun to form around you, but Zach kept both of your faces from view.

“Get the hell off her man!” Someone yelled.

“Out of my way,” A more familiar voice ordered. “Police!”

“We’ll talk about this later.” He ran off in the other direction, pushing you to the ground and disappearing around the corner just as Detective Danny Reagan broke through the crowd.

“Y/N?” He gasped, he knelt down beside you. “What the hell happened?” His eyes scanned the ally.

“Nothing.” You stood up, brushing off your jeans. You lightly touched your cheek, wincing as your fingers came away bloody. “Just some creep trying to grab my wallet.” He took a step to go after him, but you grabbed his arm. “He’s probably long gone, just let him go.”

“Let him go?” He shouted. “Since when do you wanna just let muggers loose on the streets?” You held back tears, wishing that you could just tell him everything. But you had to do this on your own. You had to get control over your own life again.

“Let. Him. Go.” You pleaded and Danny saw the misery and fear in your eyes. “Please.” He dropped his hands to his sides in defeat. Your voice dropped to below a whisper and you stared at the ground. “I have to go.” Before he could even say he was glad you were okay, you pushed your way passed the dispersing group of people.

Danny just stood in the ally in shock. It didn’t take a detective to know that something was wrong. You always used to come to him whenever you had a problem, but now it felt like you were shutting yourself away from everyone. Before he could think more on the matter, his phone started to ring with a call from Eddie.

“Look, I really can’t talk right now.” He sighed. “I’m sure whatever you have planned, Jamie is gonna love-”

“I don’t want to talk about Jamie.” She interrupted. She took a deep breath. “There’s something you need to know about your daughter.”

Eddie was practically trembling, standing outside your door, waiting for you to answer. Once she had told your father what she thought might be going on, she convinced him to let her talk to you first. What she didn’t tell him was that she had a little experience in this kind of situation. When you finally opened the door, she gave you a nervous smile.

“Eddie… hi…” You stepped back in surprise. You had barely stepped out of the shower when you head the knock at the door. “Come in.” She brushed past you into your apartment and you realized that all of your bruises and marks were clear and visible. Makeup couldn’t lie for you now. “I can explain-”

“You don’t have to.” She shook her head, giving you a smile that reminded you of your mom. She motioned for you to sit next to her on your sofa, her eyes lingering for just a moment on the large scrape on your cheek from the brick wall. “I think I know what’s going on.” You looked at your lap, feeling your cheeks burn with shame. She put a hand on your shoulder.

“A few years ago, I went on this date.” She began cautiously as if she was afraid of the memory herself. “The guy walked me back to my apartment and forced his way in when I told him to leave. He groped me and he hit me. When I thought things were getting worse, he finally had enough of my fighting and he left.”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, knowing where this conversation was headed. “But I don’t know how that relates to-”

“There’s a reason no one has met your boyfriend, isn’t there?” She blurted and you froze. You opened your mouth to argue, but she stopped you. “I’m not trying to assume anything, but the look in your eyes this past week has been the same I had for those days after it happened.”

You didn't know what to say. You just wanted to tell her everything. But before you got the chance, there was a booming knock at the door. Zach kicked in the door and you both jumped off the couch. His eyes switched between you and Eddie.

“What the hell is going on here?” He said, his mouth salivating like a rabid dog. “Who the hell is she?”

“Zach, what are you doing here?” You were more pissed off than afraid. “I told you that we’re done.” Eddie instinctively put her hand on her hip but realized that there was no pistol. She didn’t think anything of leaving it at her apartment since she was just coming to see you. Zach mimicked her but pulled a handgun out from under his jacket. You both stepped back.

“You don’t get to say when we’re done!” He swung the weapon around furiously. Eddie pushed you behind her and Zach hit her with the butt of the gun.

“Eddie!” You shrieked as she fell onto the couch, unconscious. He pulled a zip tie out of his pocket and strapped her to the coffee table. Zach then grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the door. “Get off of me!” You hit his chest and kicked at his legs, but he wouldn’t let go.

“You are never going to leave me.” He growled in your ear, slamming the door to your apartment shut.

Eddie woke up sooner than Zach had intended, and she quickly pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Frantically, she called her fiance.

“Jamie,” She began in a panic.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” Jamie asked, earning a worried look from his brother. He and Danny had been grabbing a drink, discussing Danny’s concerns about Y/N.

“You and Danny need to come to Y/N’s apartment.”

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” He exclaimed. Danny jumped up from his seat and leaned in so he could try and hear Eddie.

“H-her boyfriend showed up and Jamie…” she took a deep breath. “He’s got a gun.”

The Reagan brothers were at the apartment in time to find Eddie trying to cut off the zip tie with a letter opener. Jamie rushed to his fiance while Danny scanned the apartment for any signs of his daughter.

“He took her somewhere… I don’t know. He knocked me out and now she’s not here-” Jamie took her face in his hands, trying to calm her down.

“We’re going to find her.” As he said this, sediment rained down passed the window. Danny and Jamie looked at each other.

“The roof,” Danny said, sprinting out the door.

“Be careful!” Jamie shouted after him, hurrying to free Eddie so he could join his brother and save his niece.

#danny reagan #reagan imagines #blue bloods imagine #jamie and eddie #janko #danny reagan daughter #donnie wahlberg

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elegant-phff · 6 years

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Seven.Berlin,Seriously?

Prince Harry of Wales September of 2015 Kensington Palace,London

"Wassup,Mate!"Skippy exclaimed approaching me."It's been awhile man!"I said."Of course it has,anyways gimme the drinks,"He yelled.I chuckled and got the beer from the freezer.I placed them on the coffee table and plopped down on the sofa.Skippy then took the seat next to me.

We started playing Call Of Duty when Skippy said,"You know boi,it's been forever since we took a vacation..."I scrunched my nose but didn't take my eyes off the screen and replied,"What are you trying to imply?"Skippy chuckled and said,"You are a single man again!We should go out of country for awhile!"Before I could answer,I got killed in the game."Fuck!"I scoffed and the screen read 'game over'.I turnt to him,''Who else is down for a vacation?"

"Well Sam,Thomas,Guy and I are confirmed.From the girls Chelsy has confirmed but I don't know about Cressida,"Skippy said.I groaned."Seriously,Chelsy and Cressida?The whole media is going to think I am going back to my exes after my break up with Meghan!"I exclaimed.Skip sighed,"Dude!Who cares what the media thinks?they always have some sort of assumption to make.You gotta enjoy your life."I looked at him,not quite convinced."C'mon man!stop chickening out,this ain't the Harry I know,"Skip smirked.

"Oh yeah?I am chickening out?Count me in,I am booking the jet,"I scoffed."Well then,pack your bags for Berlin,Germany !"Skip yelled excitedly.My eyes widened,"Wait hold up!Berlin,seriously?"

Skippy looked baffled,"Yeah what?" "Dude,do you not remember the Nazi costume fiasco?!"I practically screamed."Chill out!its going to alright,nobody except you is going to associate the two events,"Skip tried to reassure.I ran my hands over my face,"I am keeping your word for it."

One week later

It was early in the morning when we arrived in Berlin.The Press still hadn't found out about this trip so on our way out of the airport we were thankfully not bombarded by the paparazzis.The trip was about a week long.

The first two days of the trip was quite peaceful and fun.We travelled around Berlin like normal tourists,except we were disguised and there were two RPOs following us but in disguise,of course.

Everything was fun.We all were having fun except of me.Throughout the entire trip Cressida was clinched to me.She was the kind of ex who was obviously not over the break up but wouldn't admit it.Unfortunately,she is a part of the group so I have to cooperate with her.

Whenever we were outside she'd wrap her arms around mine which was just uncomfortable.Whenever I'd try to resist her response would be,"Come on Harry,stop being so awkward we are friends!"Like okay I get it we are friends but there are some boundaries.

However,the third day of the trip arrived and it was the day I was looking forward to the most.We were going to one of the best clubs in Berlin.A lot of celebrities come to this club so it's privacy was perfect for me.However,it was pretty rare for public figures to party in Berlin so there are very small chances of you meeting them.

I wore a white button up shirt and a pair of suit pants---a classic.The other boys were wearing similar clothings and the girls were short dresses---once again the classic.But,Cressida once again was trying too hard to get my attention and it was getting too much at this point.Thankfully Sam interrupted Cressida's seductive looks towards me by saying,"You know we are quite lucky,today the club is going to have extra security."

"Why so?"Guy asked."Apparently,some celebrities are here tonight and they don't want to be seen here,"Sam smirked."Oo,scandalous,"I said in a mysterious voice.They all laughed."Literally the same day we are going to the club,there are celebrities.Coincidence?I don't think so,"Chelsy said."Illuminati confirmed!"Thomas exclaimed.The laughter grew louder.

Once we arrived at the club we were escorted in safely.As Sam had some connections and obviously because I was there, we were led to one of the VIP sections of the club.The RPOs were at a safe distance from where the whole squad was sitting

It didn't take us long to get drunk.We were all downing the shots too quickly and soon enough we were completely wasted.The music started blasting through the speakers and we ran to the dance floor which there was only one.

We all were dancing like crazy to JLo.We were too drunk to even care and it got so hot that I had to unbutton a few buttons of my shirt.

The squad's fun was interrupted by another group of people entering the dance floor,who were a little less drunk than us,except for a few people.They were a large group mostly guys and two girls.One of the girl,whose back was faced against from my viewing was giggling like crazy and she was most probably the most drunk among the group.

In our drunken state we found out that they are celebrities.I swear,I thought I knew most of those faces but my brain was too fuzzy.Anyways,we were all dancing to Nicki Minaj's Anaconda and all the four girls (Chelsy,Cressida, and the other two ) started twerking and let me tell you it was a sight for sore eyes.You know what I found out the next moment?The super drunk cute girl was Alex!You know,the Alex that I hit on a long time ago and then she kinda rejected me and then I met her a couple of months ago?Yeah that same Alex.

You know,she is quite an interesting character.Most of the time she looks like this badass bitch who could probably cut you in two (which is mostly true,beware,don't hurt her she is scarlet witch,she'll control your mind and make your life a living hell!) but in reality she is this adorable tiny,dorky girl who is also drop dead gorgeous.She is also pretty stubborn.

Anyways,back to the story(drunk Harry stop getting sidetracked)wow author now you'll accuse me?Just admit it that you aren't able to describe what happens properly because you are sleep deprived(stfu and continue idiot)I'll remind you that my gran could behead you(I will cut you harry if you don't continue)Okay,okay chill out.

Suddenly a 5'6 Alexandra Larsson jumped in front of me and squealed,"OH MY GOD HARRY!" I don't know why,but I found it funny so I giggled."WOAH YOU ARE ALEX!"I said poking her nose,as if to see if she was real or just a illusion of drunk!harry.She was actually real!

"Harry look!I have so many friends!"She exclaimed dragging me towards where all the other people were."Woooooow,you have so many friends,I only have a few,"I pouted.She frowned at my reaction and replied,"No don't say that!you have me!I am like equal to soo many friends!"She stretched her arms trying to emphasis on 'so many.'She put her arms forward to hug me and I accepted the hug.As soon as I did,her grip tightened and she started swinging around.

A slow song had started so we continued to do so for the entirety of the song."What are we doing?"I finally asked."I don't know,"She giggled.I didn't say anything,instead I smiled and continued swinging.

All of a sudden,Thinking about Loud started playing.

For some reason,my eyes couldn't leave Alex's figure.Her eyes were a mix of grey and green---something which I just realised,she bleached her hair blonde,she didn't like maintaining women body stereotypes,so she didn't have a perfect slim hourglass figure.She had a beauty spot on her left cheek and another one on the lower right cheek,her eyelashes were very thick and long.Her lips were very plump,they had a pinkish tint.

My eyes travelled back to her eyes and I could see them staring at my own lips.

Then I did something sober me would have never.

I kissed her

And she kissed me back And all of a sudden I was sober once again but drunk by the taste of her lips.

Authors Note I did it.I couldn't wait any longer.What do you think happens next ?😏

#elegant #phff #princeharry #princeharryfanfic #chapter seven

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footballerindreams · 6 years

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The Birthday Stunt - Niklas Stark Imagine

Happy Birthday for the amazing @quack-and-yellow and Niklas Starksince their birthdays are just a day between them. To My friend! This is for you! Hope you like your present! But I have to warn you, this is a CRACK AND A SMUT! Please don't blame me if you cannot breathe because of too much scenes and laughs here. You know how much I love you.

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Y/N POV

Here I sat on the bathroom, on lid of the toilet bowl, sighing heavily at the pregnancy test in front of me.

It’s positive.

Again.

Outside I hear the soft knock on the door.

“Mommy, are you okay? Are you sick?” my daughter Issa asked me.

“Yes dear. I’m okay. I’m not sick. Don’t worry.” I replied.

“O-okay, Mommy. Because I don’t know what to do if you’re sick. I don’t know how to feed Nica, she might cry again sooner and Micky and Nicky are fighting again.” My daughter worriedly say on the either side of the door.

“I’ll be out sooner. Don’t worry.” I replied to her and heard the footsteps going away from the door.

I really can’t believe that my life would turn out like this. It’s not that I don’t like it. I actually love it. Having kids that makes you tired at the same time happy and having a husband that is very supportive despite his busy games and travels. I too have work but it seems everything is in place. And we’re just in the first five years of our wedding and family life.

This part of my life started when I met my husband, Niklas, back when he represented the Under 19 of the European championship. I went to Hungary with my family to watch the final where they won. And being my uncle working as one the of team staff, he gave me a chance to meet the players, and that chance led me to him. We became close really fast, and since we’re both in Berlin, me studying and him playing, we got much closer and out of the blue we started dating. We’re both 19 that time. I thought I was very lucky to be with him. Physically blessed with a good-looking face; boyish yet sexy, an athletic body (it always shook me everytime I see him shirtless and THOSE LEGS!), and going deeper in detail, very good in bed; he is very well endowed I tell you. Nothing could compare. His feature and genes are as stark as his family name…which led me to be accidentally pregnant even before we turned a year in our relationship.

It shook us a bit, me being in school and him still paving his way to football stardom. But despite of that, he never left me and took the sole responsibility. Hell, he even initiated to talk to my parents to tell them what we did and I was silent all the time. My parents we’re upset, the least (and I was looking at my dad and even though he is much smaller than Nik, I could tell he wants to choke my boyfriend and lift him up to kill him. Luckily he didn’t.)

My parents accepted it moderately but they were happy that Niklas took it seriously. Nine months later, Issa came into our lives and Nik really prove to all that he is a great father as well. Few months later, just after the Bundesliga season ended, we were married. I returned to school after our marriage, juggling my life as a student, as a mother and as a wife and Nik being a footballer, a celebrity, a husband and a father.

Me and Nik we’re trying our best to be “careful” because of our “careers” but when Issa was more than a year old, I was pregnant again. I went to my checkup myself since Nik was very busy with trainings and stuff, and that is when I found out that I was carrying twins. I went home that time angry that when I saw him entering the house, tired and stressed, I yelled at him, blaming him of me being pregnant, unprepared and now having his twins. He spat back and we had a quarrel. It took a week for us to reconcile.

If there was a good thing out if it is that I graduated that time with flying colors. The only challenge was me marching on the aisle with my toga and a big belly with twins inside. I was awarded on the ceremony and Niklas was the one who went up with me and made me wear the medal I have and kissed in the lips in front of the crowd. And it was like reliving my wedding day, much more formal and extravagant.

Micky and Nicky looked exactly alike their father that I could see the future clearly that girls will be swooning, and be confused of them which is which because of their similarities. It was more challenging this time that me and Nik had a one year old daughter and now have to carry and babysit twins. It was taking a toll on us that both the grandparents are worried and were volunteering to care for them but we refused. Nik had been very understanding and I felt that he takes more time to care for all our kids rather than me despite the more hectic schedule has compared to be. I also started to get a bit jealous because the kids seems to like their father more than me but Niklas always reassured that they also love me as well, and that is especially they make mistakes and Niklas will reprimand them and come running to me for protection.

The blessing and the curse the Nik brings to our family repeats again when (un)surprisingly I got pregnant again with Nica. Thanks for one drunken moment of celebration to me being promoted as the manager of the hotel I worked for. Niklas was trying to console me for crying aloud at the house again. Good thing the kids are with their grandparents.

“It’s okay dear, we always get through to this.” Niklas said as he rubs my back while I sob.

“I know we can but Nik, Issa is just almost 4 years old. The twins are turning three in a few months, now there’s another baby coming. I am becoming a regular in the delivery room. It’s getting embarrassing.” I said in my sobs.

“We can manage that. Even if you don’t work I could provide everything for us, even more than usual.”

“You make it sound like I’m a breeding machine.” I argued.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N. You know I could support you and will always support you no matter what.”

“Sometimes I think I’m regretting of making you my boyfriend and marrying you. Why do you have to be that big and long? And not to mention your strong and overflowing seed you have.” I mumbled.

“Hey. It sounds awkward. And I’m sorry for all the times the condoms are always broken. And don’t blame me fully on this, you liked it too.” Niklas rebutted.

“Whatever.” I sulked.

Nica came into our lives and her older siblings are so happy to see her. Issa finally has a sister to play with and the boys felt a sense to protect their sister. Niklas loved every moment with them but one time he sulked at me saying that Nica looks like me more than him. And I pointed out to him that he should not worry since his genes are “stark as his family name”, with our baby sporting the sky blue eyes her father has.

And now Issa is 5, the twins are 4, Nica is 2, and another one is coming. I know that accepting that birthday gift from him was a bad idea.

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On the night of our birthdays...

“Happy birthday baby.” He said to me as he lays me down on the bed while sucking my neck.

“Happy birthday too.” I moaned.

We came home from our dinner date and now we’re taking things to the heights now. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and reaches my back to unclamp my bra. Because of my impatience, I forcefully opened his shirt making all the buttons fly all over the place. Him on the other hand, after removing my bra, he attacked my breasts by groping them firmly.

“I’m liking your breasts more and more. Now that our babies are weaned, it’s my turn to be fed with this.” He said before sucking my left breast while he plays with the nipple on the right with his fingers.

While he does that, I roamed my hands all over his back to his toned chest and down his abs feeling the little regrowth of hairs just under his navel.

“I always like it when your navel hairs appear. It looks hot. I don’t even understand why you always have to shave it and manscape down there.” I said.

“I’m not comfortable when I wear my undies and shorts on training. But you’re just in time I guess, they’re starting to pop out again.” Niklas said to me wiggling his eyesbrows.

“Ew. Gross.” I said while I grope his toned ass. “But anyway, I wanna see it. I kinda missed it.” I said as my hands travel to the front removing his belt and unclamping his formal slacks. He helped lowering everything he had down there until he’s left with nothing.

His cock is ready; long and hard and now pokes at the insides of my thigh, making me wet myself more down my core.

“No more foreplay, Nik. Please.” I said.

Nik looks at me with wide eyes. His blue irises stare at me and I swear I felt hypnotized.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt.” He asked with concern.

“Yes.” I nodded. “But just promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Please pull out when you come.”

“I-I could wear a condom if you want.”

“No need. We both know it still useless since it’s always ripped up in the end.” I replied with a giggle.

“I don’t know if it’s a compliment or an insult.”

“Just take it as a compliment. And besides, I missed you so much now I want to feel you without barriers.”

“Well I guess I should be proud of having this junior. You know, even my teammates say so. Some of them are intimidated. And some of the older guys say they’re jealous of me.” Nik says out of the blue and I don’t feel awkward because that’s what happens in locker rooms everyone could see every inch of you when you change.

“Do we really have to talk about that? Stop it and dig in.” I persuaded him.

Niklas hovered above me and kissed me in the lips. I focused on him a bit, feeling his kiss until I opened my eyes, widening when I felt the head of his cock penetrating me and making me moan then I whined when he pushed deeper inside and tears starting to well in my eyes and I closed, wincing.

“Oh baby.” He gasped. “Oh God, I love how tight you are.” He added while he pushed deeper inside of me until he reaches the hilt. He looks at me and he noticed that I was crying.

“Y/N are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

“It hurts Nik, but don’t mind me. It’ll be gone sooner. Just move.” I said back at him and he nods.

He slowly pulled back leaving the head of his member then pushed again in the same manner. I gripped on his back as he did.

“Oh. My. Gooooosh. Baby. We already have four kids but damn you’re still tight!” Niklas exclaims as he thrust faster and all I could do is to moan, whine then scream.

My back was arching when I felt that he was deeper inside me. I felt the head of his cock touching my cervix and I was worried a bit.

“Nik, don’t forget to pull out.” I said in my whines as he continues is moves.

“I know.” He groans.

We tried a few positions to say the least but it did not take long until we were reaching our peak. I was starting to cry in pleasure and he thrusts are getting sloppy and his breathing harshly. I felt his cock was much bigger than before and it was making me high that I started to thrust towards him as well while arching my back.

“babe. Uh. Lo-losen up a bit. P-Please. You said I’ll pull---out. I-I’m almost th-ere.” He whines.

I heard his plea but because of the pleasure it felt like I forgot how to loosen up myself. The pleasure was so good.

“Ugggghhh. B-babe. I’m gonna –c-c-c-cummm.” He shudders as he warns me.

Now I was screaming so loud with the pleasure while he’s trying his best not to let go until I loosen up. But it was too much for me and I came first, coating his super hard cock with my slick and tightening more around him, making him slide deeper within me rather pulling out and shot his load.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!...” he screams with every pulse I felt from him on my pussy. He was cumming too much (as usual). And it took a few minutes for me to loosen up and he pulled himself out. He grunts because of the pain and that he is still very hard and sensitive when he pulled out. And because he let out so much, I felt some of his load leak out of me.

“Why did you do that? I wanted to pull out but you didn’t let me.” He whined.

“I’m so sorry. It felt so good Nik.” I replied panting on the sheets while feeling the warm seed my husband left inside my cunt.

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“Baby? Y/N?” I heard the knock on the door again. But the voice this time is Nik’s.

“Nik?” I asked.

“Is everything okay? Issa said you’re sick.”

“I’m-I’m fine.”

Probably he is not convinced, he unlocked the door and went in. He got the keys from our bedroom and opened the door seeing me sitting on the lid of the toilet bowl lowering my head while holding the pregnancy test. Then it hit him so fast.

“Baby Stark Number 5?” he asked and I nodded my head. He kneels beside me and hugs me tight.

“Well, we weren’t careful enough during our birthday stunt but that baby is still a gift. It’ll be okay.” My husband assured me and I looked at him.

“Five kids Nik. Five. How we’ll we do this?” I said while holding up the tears in my eyes.

“We’ll do it just like what we did with the four. We could handle it.” Niklas smiled at me softly and hugged me again. “I’m sure the kids will be happy and excited to have a baby sibling in the next months to come.” He added and he was right. The kids where jumping in joy when we told them.

And nine months later, Niklas Junior was born…and hopefully that is until him.

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jvj246018 · 3 years

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Next day

I pull my aching body from the comfort of my sheets and strat rummaging through my chest of draws settling in an oversized plane black t shirt and faded blue skinny jeans it was going to be a long day she knew it just by the feel of the morning after pulling on her flat riding boots on and grabbing a black jacket and her purple handbag/ back pack its one of those multi functional / compasidy bag that can hold literally everything perfect for my slaying gear and of cause my school supplies.

Grabbing my mobile placing it in my bag and quickly doing my make-up just light done to hide the bags under my eyes and the fact that I slept for literally 3 hours.

Then I head down to the kitchen where I hear Aunt Jenna toast I can make toast

Elena : it's all about the coffee aunt Jenna

Jeremy: is there coffee

Me : there's always coffee.

Oh aunt jenna have you forgotten about your meeting thing?

Jenna : that's at crap now...

Me : Go will be fine right guys

Jeremy huh .

Elena: of cause we will be.

Oh Nicki are you coming to school with me and Bonnie or making your own way?

Me : if it's cool with Bonnie I'd like a lift

Elena : I'll tell her it's both of us then.

Me : cool thanks .

In Bonnie's car.

Bonnie : so my Grams is telling me that I'm a psychic.

Me : maybe you are?

Bonnie : really not you too .Elena hey elena back in the car ..

Elena : oh god I did it again didn't I.

Me : its okay Elena we get it

Elena : you were saying that ?

Bonnie: that I'm physics now.

Elena : then product something somethings about me.

Bonnie : I see ..

Crack ..

Me : was that a bird ?

Elena : uhm.

Bonnie : yeah it was like a bird I'm so sorry guys.

Elena : it's okay we can't be freaked out by cars forever.

Bonnie: I predict that this year will be kick ass and all the sad and dark times are over and you two will be beyond happy.

Then we get back on the road and arrive at the school when Bonnie starts again.

Bonnie: total lack of male reliastate , oh wow look at the shower curtin..

That's where I choose to stop listening I don't like ragging on people's cloths it's not cool regardless of weather they appear to be wearing a shower curtin that's their perogative.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Elenas whine he hates me.

Bonnie : that's not hate thats you dumped me and I'm to cool to show it but secretly I'm listening to air supply's latest hits .

Me : she's right he doesn't hate you.

Maybe you are psychic?

Bonnie : umhum.

Wait who's that ?

Elena : all I see is back.

Bonnie : that's a hot back, I'm scencing seattle he and he plays a guitar

Me : not gonna drop this are you.

Bonnie: nope I'm pretty much going to run it into the ground.

Care: oh my god Elena Nicki your here how are you, how are they are they good

Me : yes we're fine

Elena : much better.

Care : you poor things she says as she breezes past us into her other friends.

Elena : no comment.

The bell rings and we all go off to class I sit second left at the back because Tanner didn't want me helping Elena in class so here I sit the new guy is in front of me and there fore behind Elena. Tanner called on Elena and Bonnie and the new guy jumped to there rescue just as I was about to, I'm kinda glad because i was too tired to play the Knight in shining armor today, he even rubbed Tanners face in it. Harsh considering he was just trying to make them pay attention but it's was nice enough of him I think he's trying to let Elena know he's interested witch she already knows. But he might not know that so I'll give him some credit but you know I can't get this feeling that he's... there's something not right he feels old. He feels like Angle but different too he's the same and yet not. Deciding to shake that thought away since he's new and I'm supposed to be in class not in slayer mode not that I'm ever out of it but he's knew deciding I'll text Wilson see if he knows anything.

Its probably just my elevated paranoia but still.

I look down at my phone send a quick text and head to my next class without waiting for Elena since I'm in art next.

She has French on the opposite side of the school.

So I sit in my class drawing on to my canvas over the dry paint to draw a silhouette of the moon that I will paint later .

There's a few stems of trees too that will have leaves when I find my natural sponge.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by a text from Caroline.

Have you spoken to the new guy ?

I send her back a message No.

And continue as I ignore my phone after putting it on silent.

To continue the project scenary views the moon is the view from my window I have a picture to prove it.

My teacher loves that I work in the style of Bob Ross. So she's okay with me using it alot.

All in all I like this class it's a lesson where I don't have to hide just got to be me that's it.

The rest of the day went really quickly since I had double art and pe last. I found myself walking home to avoid the Stephen talk.

I also wanted to stop in to see Wilson see if he turned up anything.

Oh boy did he ever.

Inside Wilson's spacious but cluttered apartment he is sat at his desk I'm opposite him reading his ansesters diary on the Salvetor brothers. Getting frustrated I lean back into his blue arm chair using a ribbon as my book mark.

Wilson: Stephen is a ripper, a ripper that forces himself to eat animal blood to survive according to my ancestor he's actually a good guy when he's on the waggon.

But his brother Damon he's a peace of work. And determined to make Stephen suffer.

Me : grate. Anything else I should know ?

Wilson : not yet but if I find more I'll tell you.

Me : this is just grate Stephen is vampire that may aswell have a drug addiction and he brings his brother that takes glee in murder and all things that vampires reval in.

Wilson : you may have to kill them.

Me : yes only problem Stephen is Elenas new thing.

Ugh this will be hard.

Wilson : your going to need to cast a protection charm.

Me : grate how do I do that? I don't have a spell book the things I taught my self were just academy's that kept happening I learned to control them

Wilson : here, taking the offered book I check the index .

Chaper 5 page 156780. Right .

So herbs holy water vervain talismans will that work on them they are of a witch made line.

Wilson : humm yes just pay attention to the making talismans really understand what you want them to do.

Me : right okay what do I use ?

Wilson : stones crystals metal wood just about anything really.

Me : okay where's that book on stones and what there for?

As if he predicted it he handed it to me then he sat with me and we found the one that will make it so they have to be invited in every time they leave and come back.

With that in mind she started digging through the crystals making sure to have them represent an angle since they are strong representation of a protector.

Carful to choose the representation stone tigers eye for Jeremy, Lapis lazuli for Elena , strawberry quartz for Jenna and amethyst for me. I figure I'm lucky that he keeps these things he's abit of a pack rat.i smile as I think this.

Then I made one for the house to be kept by the front door and it had all 4 stones in it each one is made from stones and steel for durability.

Then Wilson drove me home and thanked me for all my help with the restoration of old books.

Jenna might know but Elena and Jer don't so secrets to be kept.

After hanging the houses talisman up then I had jenna her one I attached them to the keys jenna nodded understanding and then I give Elena and Jer theirs and they thank me Jer likes his and Elena dose too its nice.

I never hide the supernatural I just don't come right out and tell them either.

They would never believe me.

And Elena would want to help but that would probably get one or both of us killed. They know I believe in this stuff and they think I'm mad for it. One day they'll know I hope but for now I'll just be the crazy sister.

Pulled from my thoughts by a text from Carebear or Caroline depends who you ask.

You better be coming to the back to schools bash .

I text back

Yes I am I'm just debating on an outfit I'm thinking riding boots to below my knee thermal leggings black boots navy leggings black dress top.

And a leather jacked .

She beeps back no the swishy floral top I gave you for your last birthday.

Laughing at her since she's grate at this kind of thing I pull on the top she demanded I use, and then the rest of the outfit.

Pulling it back off placing it to one side I think I'll just wear it all day tomorrow that way no big change and frees me up but care would kill me so my burgundy long top in place of the floral top for school.

Same purple bag I take for everything always be prepared.

Then I did a cleansing to keep out the vampires that Elena might end up inviting in, but she they won't be able to get in and out as they please.

I love Care but her need to be popular is suffercating its why we don't have the whole BFF thing going we are but out of the lime light I'm the one she can just be herself with not even Bonnie can claim to have that.

We have sleep overs monthly and she catches up on everything and in-between Elena tells me her self absorbed versions care is definitely the more trust worthy for gossip but you need to take her exaggeration with a pinch of salt.

With that last thought Nicki found herself headed out to patrol. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to slay Stephen tonight that would be a major downer.

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13th February 2017- All for the Game series

Author: Nora Sakavic Genre: Thriller, sports, relationship Rating: This is the only series ever to challenge Harry Potter as my favourite. It is incredible Favourite Quote(s): (You should be lucky I narrowed it down to five) ‘Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose.’ David Wymack, The King’s Men ‘Is your learning curve a horizontal line?’- Andrew Minyard, The King’s Men ‘I’ve been a problem for nineteen years. I’m too tired to be one tonight.’- Neil Josten, The King’s Men ‘Don’t look at me like that. I am not your answer, and you sure as fuck aren’t mine.’- Andrew Minyard, The King’s Men ‘I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.’- Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, The King’s Men

I’m going to warn you now, this is going to be long, and spoiler-y, and probably make little structural sense.

So I hate sports. Any kind of sport. I just about tolerate swimming, and never just doing lanes.

I would also probably sell a kidney to be able to play Exy.

This series, quite honestly, has changed my life (and not just about sport). It features; diversity, therapy, alcohol, abuse survivors of all kinds, not enough playing the actual sport, torture, the MobTM, extreme character development, my OTP and too many chess references.

I will start, quite appropriately, with Neil Abram Josten, the many named man. I will not lie and pretend that one of the main reasons I love this series is not because Neil is the first canon demisexual character I have ever read. As a demisexual, this representation was something I didn’t even know I had been craving until I got it. His character made me more secure in my identity; he meant that I wasn’t making it up, that I was real and valid and there wasn’t anything wrong with me. I wasn’t picky or just ‘hadn’t had enough alcohol yet’ (thanks mum); what I felt was different but it wasn’t bad. For all the demisexuals out there, Neil was a godsend.

(For clarification on Neil’s sexuality I recommend reading SpangleBangle’s one-shot ‘Swinging Along the Z Axis’ on Ao3.)

More than that, Neil’s character just broke my heart. He’s haunted and hunted and desperate not to let anyone else get caught in the crosshairs. He doesn’t always do the smart thing, but he does generally do the right thing, and never takes the easy way out. He’s scarred and easily triggered and in some ways damaged, at least when he first arrives at Palmetto, but never, ever broken. Not even Baltimore or Evermore could break Neil Josten and while he’s sometimes regarded in the fandom as the soft to Andrew’s sharp, you’ll never find the Foxes thinking that because Neil is sly and underhand and play’s dirty when someone he cares about is on the line. If Andrew had to be the one to cut the deal with Ichirou, he would never have gotten out of that car alive.

He asked Andrew TO HIS FACE why his ex thought Andrew was tying him up, and didn’t clock for a single second until Andrew literally told him he’d blow him. He asked Nicky if they were friends because he’d never had any before. He is about as quick to get a social cue as I am running. He is so respectful of Andrew’s boundaries even before he found out why, even before their deal. He left Andrew, a person whom nobody had ever admired, whom no-one had ever been grateful for despite Andrew giving up EVERYTHING for them, with “thank you, you were amazing” and figured that would be enough to cover the destruction his death would bring. He chose being tortured by Riko on the off-chance it might spare Andrew some pain, and he chose to be taken to quite literally his worst nightmare, giving up his life and his freedom and everything he’d managed to accomplish that year to keep his Foxes safe.

For the first canon demisexual, he’s certainly setting the bar high.

I’ll save Andrew for last, so let’s get on to the rest of the Foxes.

I’m quite sure I could write an essay on each of them (except maybe Seth. Sorry. I just. Hated that guy). For your sake I’m going to keep it short, but feel free to ask me for a full character eval I’ll be happy to do it.

Matt Boyd- Literal sunshine, saw actual homeless child Neil Josten and decided immediately he would die for him, half of the brOTP of the century, you just KNOW he’s so sweet and attentive and respectful of Dan because she’d never go out with him otherwise. He canonically has a white and orange themed wedding… I actually can’t. He didn’t blame the Monsters for forcing him to go full cold turkey even though he knew Andrew didn’t do it for him and he was ready to fight to keep Neil after Baltimore.

Dan Wilds- Absolute BAMF, can and will kick your ass, the only female captain in Class I Exy and she’s had an uphill battle on her shoulders for years before Neil or even Matt arrives at Palmetto. She has short hair and probably wear gym shorts 90% of the time but she’s still allowed to dress up without everyone being like ‘omg wow dan in a dress’ like it would be in any other book. She was a stripper and she owns it because it’s what she did to survive and it was selflessness not ignorance or anything else that’s stereotypically attributed to strippers, that drew her to it.

Renee Walker- Basically a flower, if it was a flower that could also slit you from neck to gut and plaster on a serene smile a second later, she’s an accepting Christian who isn’t gay herself (*cough* EXTREME RENISON SUBTEXT THO *cough*), she’s working her way through her trauma in a way that is healthy, she wants to put her past behind her but she’ll bring it out to protect/help her friends. She’s the only person that stays with Andrew without some kind of deal between them and she doesn’t do it out of pity.

Allison Reynolds- will slay anybody with her look, refuses to let her grief break her, came through being cut off by her family for not being picture perfect and an eating disorder with confidence and grace and sass. She’s brutally honest in a refreshing way and I think that post King’s Men, with all the secrets out of the way, her and Neil can become much closer.

Aaron Minyard- oh he’s an asshat but he still wheedles his way into your heart. He loves Katelyn more than he probably thought possible, and he’s so snarky I love it. He also killed Drake despite training to be a doctor which I think is something everyone always forgets. I think the thing that annoys me the most about him is not that he’s mean to everybody but that he doesn’t even try to understand Andrew; he just immediately blames him and hates him but not enough to let Andrew go.

Nicky Hemmick- ‘let’s get this straight: I’m not’, nobody really talks about how horrific his childhood being raised in such a homophobic household did to him. They sent him to CONVERSION CAMP and only falling in love with Erik managed to save him from that dark place. His parents refuse to love him on account of his sexuality and then they manipulate him in order to set up Andrew for rape. Obviously it’s Andrew who gets hurt the most here (well I mean Drake dies but like that’s a good thing) but Nicky, like Neil, has to live with that guilt for the rest of his life. He’s a constant ray of positivity despite everything, despite his cousins never thanking him for doing this long-distance mess from his home just to be there for them.

Kevin Day- oh Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. Kevin comes perhaps the farthest of all the foxes over the course of the series and it makes me feel so proud. I screamed in delight and had to put the book down to do a little victory dance when he got his Queen tattoo. I worry sincerely about his liver. He’s a sad little history nerd who has made Exy his LifeTM and an actual asshat on the court. Probably about as good as Neil at knowing how to make friends and he shows he cares through Exy references only but I still love my toll bean.

Ok. Deep breaths. We’re onto Andrew.

Sometimes I think about his character and it just makes me tear up slightly? He’s an apathetic shitty midget who hates Neil and sits on tall buildings because he’s scared of heights for the AestheticTM. Basically everyone on this Exy team is some shade of LGBT+ and yet there’s no similarities between how they express their sexualities. Andrew is gay and a sexual abuse survivor and a foster kid and ex-juvie, but he’s not stereotyped into any of the boxes any other series would put him in.

I know too many people who have been sexually abused. Any other time that I’ve read a book where someone was sexually abused it was either liberally ignored/easily overcome or the person was driven to committing suicide. Neither is particularly helpful to survivors in my opinion, not that I am any kind of expert, and therefore Andrew’s story blew my mind. Andrew is never going to ‘go back to normal’. He is always going to have boundaries and yes or nos and triggers. He is never going to smile often or take Neil off on romantic dates or care about more than his minimum. And that, that is ok. There is no checklist for trauma survivors that they have to work through to be counted as better. Even more brilliant than Nora allowing Andrew to be changed permanently by his trauma, is the way he has an active and encouraged approach to his own recovery. His relationship with Bee is something I truly treasure. I am lucky enough to have not ever gone through something similar to Andrew, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be extremely happy that other people have that representation. Recovery is a slow process, with setbacks and bad days, which is also shown in this series, but it’s possible.

I like that Andrew didn’t always somehow magically know to go and get therapy. He survived Drake through self-harm and while he doesn’t encourage it, which is good, he also doesn’t completely demonise it like some people do. I will be the last person to condone harming yourself, but wanting to be able to make choices in an otherwise choice-less situation is completely understandable.

Proust trying to ruin his scars makes me want to vomit.

He was put on meds after he attacked some men for attacking his cousin and everyone thinks he’s dangerous? And manic? And out of control? Neil is perhaps the first person Andrew lets in enough to understand that everything Andrew does has a reason, and while it’s not always a good one it is also never a selfish one. Their relationship was a trust-build for two and a half books and it makes it so much more powerful. By the time they progress to anything physical, they’re already tied by something unbreakable, not that Andrew’s likely to admit it any time soon.

This is already like five pages long oops so I’m going to round off now.

This series made me laugh, and cry, and I quite literally screamed into my pillow when Andrew finally kissed Neil but I think most importantly it opened my eyes to lots of previously not-thought-about topics and I’m a better person for having read it.

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#the foxhole court #all for the game #the raven king #the king's men #books #my review #nora sakavic

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Favorite Place, Chapter 1 (Crygi) - Lily Bee

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Summary: Crystal works at a French literature book store, and can’t help but fall for the pretty girl that comes in -also known as a cheesy bookstore au :)

A/N: hi guys! im lily & this is the crygi bookstore au ive been working on for a while! started as a oneshot and grew into what i plan on being a multichapter fic! thank you so much jazz for editing! if you want to request more writing check out my tumblr :)

Crystal always dreamed of working at a bookstore. As a kid, she used to save her allowance and go every week to her local book shop in Missouri for a new Star Wars book. Back then, they were only $5 and her only hardship was finding the loose change to pay the taxes.

Over the course of an entire summer that bled into fall, she read every adult Star Wars post-ROTJ book in print until she finally caught up. The store always had the science fiction section right up front and after that, she would march right up to the bays, pluck the latest installment on the day of its release, and make her purchase.

It was a huge store to her then, with two entrances and a long aisle down the middle separating towering shelves of books. Some of the smaller aisles snaked around corners or opened into new clearings of sections she hadn’t noticed before.

As Crystal got older, she was surprised when the manager actually hired her. She stayed there a few years until the store was forced to close. Of course she was devastated—this store had been a huge part of her life for so long, it felt like she was losing a friend. She kept the science fiction section clean and organized, taking particular care with the Star Wars books, until the day they had to pack everything up and move out.

Years later, she now found herself the manager of the book store Albertine in New York. The store was incredible: It was the only bookstore in the city devoted solely to books in French and English. The owner, Nicky, had the store stocked with more than 14,000 contemporary and classic titles from 30 French-speaking countries. Albertine was her pride and joy, and Crystal just felt lucky enough to make a living by selling books.

The days were fun filled with locals and tourists coming into the shop amazed by the gorgeous interior. They especially loved the hand-painted mural of constellations, stars, and planets. Crystal often found herself getting lost staring at that ceiling, spending her days recommending French novels to her customers and on her down time getting to read whatever she could get her hands on in her down-time.

Today was no different. A few customers had come in, but most of them just glanced around the store, leaving Crystal to read to herself at the counter.

When she heard the bell at the door chime, she didn’t even bother looking up. Over the pages of her book, she yelled: “Welcome to Albertines, if you need any help, let me know!”

“Actually, I do,” she heard a female voice say. She looked up from her book to see a tall girl leaning over the counter, tapping her long nails against it. Her long curly hair just touched the surface as she peered over at Crystal. “If you’re not too busy,” she added with a smile.

Crystal gulped. This girl was stunning, with piercing blue eyes that were currently glancing down at her. She was wearing a long coat over a plaid dress, and Crystal assumed she must have been wearing heels because she seemed to tower over her.

Crystal tried to stand up and stumbled over her words. “Yes, of course!” She gulped. “What can I help you with?”

The girl giggled at Crystal’s clumsiness. “I’m trying to find a gift for my boyfriend. He always talks about how much he loves France and I thought I would check it out here. You guys specialize in French literature, right?”

Ouch. There goes any shot of that, Crystal thought. Why would anyone this stunning be single? Or even not straight! But, she smiled and replied, “Yeah, we do. We can find him something!”

“Do you know what genre he would like?” Crystal asked as she led the girl throughout the store.

“In all honesty, no,” she laughed. “I can’t even speak a word of French!” She extended her hand to feel the edges of the books as they passed by.

“Here,” Crystal offered, picking up a book off a display case “This one is my favorite.”

The girl took it from Crystal’s hands and examined the cover. “How do you pronounce it?”

Crystal looked down at the cover and laughed; it was quite simple. “Madame Bovary.” She looked up at the girl. “It’s about a bored housewife named Emma Bovary as she laments her position as a doctor’s wife. She rejects her loving husband, and embarks on a number of unsuccessful affairs and drowns her sorrow in debt. Over time, she becomes increasingly dissatisfied with this though.”

“Sounds like me,” the girl mumbled under her breath as she brushed her fingers across the cover.

Crystal laughed to herself and continued. “The book looks at the effects of the rise of a bourgeois culture, showing a time when people who were capable of providing a good income for themselves became focused on their social image. It’s really quite good.”

“It sounds interesting. Maybe I’ll have to learn French and read it myself.” She locked eyes with Crystal. “Thank you!”

“Oh, it’s no problem—it’s my job,” Crystal beamed. “I hope your boyfriend likes it.”

“I hope he does too,” the girl sighed. “He’s a bit mad at me right now, and I’m hoping this will help him forgive me.”

Crystal didn’t know what to say, not great at comforting strangers.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” the girl disclosed.

“Well, why is he mad? If you don’t mind me asking,” Crystal questioned. She knew she shouldn’t pry, but this girl was basically begging for someone to ask if she was okay.

The girl gave Crystal a look, but didn’t object. “I always see him texting someone else, and he always is so secretive with me. So, I thought he was cheating on me. I confronted him about it and he was so mad he…” She trailed off. “I just don’t want him to be mad at me anymore, you know?”

Crystal knew exactly what this girl was talking about. She wanted to tell her to get out of the relationship, save herself. Crystal herself had been in an abusive relationship before, and just wished someone would have told her everything would be okay. She wanted to wrap this girl up and give her a hug, keep her safe in this book store.

“I understand,” Crystal said, not sure how to make her feel better. “I’m sure he’ll love this. You seem like an amazing girlfriend.”

“Thank you,” the girl laughed and wiped a small tear that began to fall from her eye. “I’m sorry, I’m giving you my whole life story and you don’t even know my name. I’m Gigi!” She extended her hand for Crystal to shake.

“I’m Crystal!” she beamed, accepting the hand graciously. She held onto Gigi’s hand as she spoke. “If you ever feel unsafe, though, don’t hesitate to come here. I can help you.” It was sincere. She wanted Gigi to feel safe.

Gigi just nodded. “Better check this out now,” she suggested.

“Don’t bother,” Crystal started. “It’s on me.”

Gigi just stared at her, wide-eyed. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.”

“Just think of the pretty girl from the French bookstore when you get around to reading it,” Crystal remarked, flashing Gigi a big smile.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #fluff #angst #eventual smut #lesbian au #bookstore au #favorite place #lily bee #tw mention of abusive relationship #s12

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