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insertsickusername13 · 1 year

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this is quite possibly the worst thing I have ever written (not self-deprecating, just objective, I'm awesome, I love myself, blah, blah blah) but I'm sharing it bc the richjake fandom needs to be fed.

inspired by this post (link may or may not work, I'm bad at tech, it's by @theabyssgazesalsointoyou and the gist is rich wearing jake's clothes and jake loving it but I like...twisted the idea. a lot. for my own purposes.) and one of my headcanons that I can't say without spoiling the whole thing. kinda. whatever.

anywho here is this fic. i wanted it to be like 700 words but it's 2611 and I'm not giving you any hints as to what it's about, just read it!! for me!! anywho enjoy

Before moving in with Jake, Rich had spent almost every night at Michael’s house. Despite being hesitant to let a scarred arsonist sleep at their house, Michael's parents had grown to accept him as almost a son within days. He did chores, went to family events, he even started to rival Jeremy’s title as their favorite friend of Michael’s. He didn’t quite snatch the spot before Jake invited him over for dinner one night and, instead of just cooking Rich pasta, gifted him an entire bedroom and house key. (To please Michael’s parents, Rich had always called that night ‘the great kidnapping’)

Rich was endlessly grateful to Jake for letting him move in, happy to not only have his own space but also to get the privilege of waking up to see that gorgeous face in his kitchen every morning. He wouldn’t have it any other way, really.

But there was still that small part of him that was only sixteen, and though Jake gave him independence and a new type of love Rich had never thought would be directed his way (it couldn’t be romantic, Jake was straight, but there was this glowing adoration in Jake’s eyes whenever he looked in Rich’s direction that made Rich forget about the SQUIP and fire), he couldn’t offer the same familial love Michael’s household could.

So, no more than once a month, Rich would spend the night at Michael’s. It wasn’t the same as it had been before—Rich was a guest this time around rather than a resident—but Michael’s parents still lit up at the sight of him and spent the entire night feeding him and playing board games in the living room. They asked about school, girls, boys—all the things Jake subconsciously knew and didn’t need to ask about. Rich, grinning, would happily answer all their questions while Michael (sometimes with Jeremy, sometimes alone) would do something or other in the background, completely unentertained.

Rich looked forward to those nights. Jake knew he looked forward to those nights. Which was probably why he decided not to tell Rich he had a 101.8 degree fucking fever.

“Since when?!” he whisper-yelled into his phone speaker, holding it close to his mouth to keep as quiet as possible. He was hiding in Michael’s bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub while Michael and his family ate dinner. He was supposed to be with them, but Brooke had been texting him non-stop for the past ten minutes, and considering their friendship mostly consisted of group events and choosing each other for group projects in classes they had together, he decided it was probably urgent enough to sneak away from dinner to see what the hell was going on.

“I don’t know!!” Brooke whisper-yelled back, mimicking Rich even though she had no reason to keep quiet, “He was complaining about having a headache earlier?”

Rich ran a stressed hand through his hair. He could hear his heel tapping against the tile floor, though he was completely unaware of the motion. He wasn’t—he wasn’t that overprotective, okay? He knew Jake could handle himself in almost any situation. But he also knew Jake was probably the most independent person he’d ever met, and if he texted Brooke asking for help (technically he’d asked for, quote, ‘love and affection’, but for him, that was practically the same thing), then he was probably on the verge of death. So yes. He was stressed. Not panic-attack-break-down kind of stress, but reaching not-abiding-to-speed-limits-on-the-way-home levels.

“Is he gonna be okay on his own?” he asked, knowing full well that whether or not Brooke said no, he’d probably still end up going home anyway. He thought mournfully back to the wonderful meal Michael’s parents had prepared for him. Honestly, with the image of Jake all alone at home, it suddenly didn’t seem that appetizing.

“I don’t know, probably. He said he threw up.”

“Fuck. Okay. You don’t need to go over, it’s fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Are you sure? I can probably—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. He’ll probably be embarrassed as fuck if he finds out you had to come over and take care of him.”

“He literally asked me to.”

“He’s not mentally stable right now, it doesn’t count,” Rich replied, already getting up and opening the bathroom door.

“Fair point. Don’t tell him I told you, by the way, he doesn’t want you to know.”

“Seriously?! That ass—” he glanced down the hall to see Mrs. Mell looking at him curiously. “ —jerk,” he amended.

“Shut up. He was being nice, wanted you to enjoy Michael’s house and all.”

“Of course. I hate him. I’m gonna go now, I’ll text you when I get there. Bye.”

“B—” her voice cut off before she could finish. By the time she’d realized he’d hung up, his phone was already in his pocket as he walked back into the dining room.

Mrs. Mell was giving him an innocently hurt expression, clearly confused as to why he left dinner just to take a phone call in the bathroom. Rich felt guilt well up in his throat—-this house was quite possibly the closest thing he had to a real family—but Jake. Jake took priority over every other thing on this planet, no matter how loving or kind.

“I’m really sorry,” Rich said, walking back to his seat only to stand behind his chair rather than sit down. “Jake’s got a fever and I can’t—I gotta go make sure he’s okay.”

Mrs. Mell #2 (not Rich’s least favorite, just the second one he was introduced to) frowned.

“Aww, sweetie,” she said, “Are you sure you have to go?”

“Yeahh,” Michael said, voice drawn out by the excesses of weed he’d done before Rich arrived (Jeremy had been over, Rich didn’t want to know what they’d been doing in that basement), “Are you sureee?”

Rich was positive Michael’s parents didn’t notice his sarcasm.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrible,” Rich said, deadpan just to piss Michael off, before turning to his parents. “Seriously, I would love to stay, but he’s a total mess. Can we reschedule for next weekend?”

Even as he said it, even as they were offering to let him take leftovers home with him, Rich was drifting towards the door, mind already focused completely on Jake. He slipped his shoes on as quickly as he could and left, offering goodbye smiles and adult-leaving-an-adult-party waves (since moving in with Jake, a lot of the things he did seemed a lot more adult now. Small talk with strangers, paying bills, going grocery shopping—growing up wasn’t nearly as life-changing as he thought it was going to be. Most of the time, it just consisted of snuggling with Jake on the couch as they did homework together).

He didn’t let his fake smile falter until he was pulling out of their driveway messily, hitting the brakes too hard when he realized he was going too fast and forgetting to switch on his turn signal until he was already rounding the corner out of their neighborhood. He considered texting Jake, but he didn’t find the time to pick up his phone between buying cold medicine from CVS and searching the isles for Jake’s favorite snacks and an herbal tea that was advertised to reduce congestion. With no update as to how Jake was doing, he ran a few red lights and ignored a few laws that were probably important for the safety of everyone on the roads on the way home.

“Jake?” he called the second he opened the door. The whole house reeked of sickness, the blinds pulled down, the lights off, and the kitchen messy. There was a pot on the stove with ramen still in it, a half-eaten pop tart on the island, and a couple of bowls on the counter. Rich cringed. Jake was a neat freak. Not a good sign.

Rich dropped his bag of stuff on the counter and cast a glance at the living room as he passed, just in case Jake was on the couch. He wasn’t.

“Jakey?” he called again, this time a bit gentler. He knocked on Jake’s bedroom door, not waiting for an answer before opening it.

Empty. Jake’s bed was a mess, the covers pulled off and all the pillows gone, but there was no Jake. Rich went as far as to check the floor on the far side of the bedroom, but that was as spotless as it had been this morning.

Okay. That was fine. This was totally fine. Stress level: phone-in-hand-to-call-the-police. Slowly reaching the-love-of-my-life-died-and-I’m-going-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-mourning.

“Jakey? Where are you, bro?”

The bro felt heavy in his mouth, mixed dangerously with the pure, soft, obviously romantic concern.

“R’ch?” Jake called, voice so hoarse it gave up on the ‘i’ in Rich’s name and slipped right into the ‘ch’ that sounded more like a ‘k’. Rich, previously unaware that one person could sound so completely helpless, stumbled from Jake’s room and into his own, drawn to Jake’s voice like a fucking cliche, metaphorical magnet.

“Jesus Christ,” Rich breathed. Jake was on his side, piled under both Rich’s comforter and his own. He was shivering, his face both pale and flushed with sickness. Alone. The fact he hadn’t called Rich—he’d just planned on staying here by himself—

Rich, who’d dedicated months to undoing all the damage Jake’s parents had done, sent up a curse directed both at himself for failing to notice Jake was sick earlier and Jake’s parents for leading him to believe he couldn’t ask for help when he was like this.

At least Jake had found comfort in Rich’s clothes, apparently. Four of Rich’s shirts were strewn across the bed and one of his favorite hoodies was being used as a pillow. Another was being used as a stuffed animal, Jake snuggling it with his mouth and nose burrowed in the fabric. Rich, for the life of him, could not figure out why Jake would do such a thing, considering he could hear his rattling breathing from here.

“‘M not feelin’ good,” Jake said, muffled by the shirt. Rich laughed incredulously as he knelt next to the bed and pressed the back of his hand against Jake’s forehead.

“Yeah, buddy, I can tell. What’re you doing in my bed? You trying to get me sick too?”

For some reason, that seemed to upset Jake. His breathing quickened without deepening, and Rich could practically hear Jake’s snot leaking onto Rich’s hoodie. Disgusting.

“No,” Jake whispered, his voice cracking, “No, Richie, I’d never, I swear, I—”

“I know, I know, it was a joke,” he replied quietly, making a small ‘shh’ing sound to try and soothe him.

Rich could see Jake frowning even behind his sweatshirt. As gently as he could, he reached for the fabric to take it away from Jake’s mouth, hoping it could help him breathe easier. The second he tried, though, Jake made a whining sound and shuffled away, hugging it closer and letting out a tiny sob.

“No.”

“No? Okay, that’s okay. But don’t you think moving it will help you breathe?”

Jake shook his head ‘no.’ Rich frowned. Okay, different approach then.

“You’re getting snot all over my sweatshirt,” he said, plain and simple if not a bit accusatory. He sounded so much more apathetic than he felt. He was playing this ‘straight boy who doesn’t care that you look so small and helpless and oh my god I want to kiss you, wait, no I don’t, I’m straight’ character really well.

That, unsurprisingly, got Jake to let go of it long enough for Rich to pull the sweatshirt away and add it to his growing pile of laundry. There was shuffling behind him as Jake tried to sit up.

“Do you need anything?” Rich asked, turning back to Jake, “Soup? Medicine? A… Jake?”

Jake was upright and crying. Straight-up tears pouring down his face, eyes red and lips pursed pathetically. He was clenching the comforter against his chest and trying to hide his face behind it without getting snot on it as Rich had previously complained about.

‘What’s—holy shit, what’s wrong?”

Rich shot across the room, searching Jake for some injury that could cause him to fucking—

Rich had never seen Jake cry before. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to run and hide, to protect himself from such an unholy sight, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Jake here. Alone.

“‘M sorry,” Jake sobbed, collapsing forward onto Rich’s shoulder. Rich could feel Jake’s fever through his shirt and, not caring if he got sick, wrapped his arms around Jake and pulled him closer. “I didn’t wanna—I just missed you so much, and you were so so far away and you’re so tiny—”

Instinctively, in a desperate attempt to return some normalcy, Rich squeaked out, “I’m not that short!!”

Jake shook his head and cried harder. Rich ran a soothing hand through his hair.

“You’re so short your stupid sweatshirt doesn’t fit—”

Rich paused.

“I’m—what?”

“You—” Jake rasped through tears, “—you always wear my stupid sweatshirt when you’re sad and… and I thought it might make me happy if I could smell you, or pretend you’re here and not at stupid Michael’s, but—but you’re so small it doesn’t fit, and I tried to hug it but it wasn’t enough because I was cold and you’re warm and if you were with me I would never ever be cold, so—so I came here and I didn’t mean to mess up your clothes ‘nd make you angry.”

If Jake continued like this, Rich’s heart was going to erode away into nothing but Jake Jake Jake. He was going to get a false sense of hope that nothing could break. The world was already more golden than it had been before, already so much brighter despite the fact Jake was crying.

“I’m not angry, idiot. I just wanted you to be able to breathe.”

Jake’s sobbing ceased. Nuzzling deeper against Rich, he whispered, sounding childish, “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Of course, dumbass.”

Jake tried to laugh with relief, but all that came out was a coarse groan and unhappy sigh. Rich kissed Jake’s forehead as he untangled himself and laid Jake back down on the bed, ignoring Jake’s protests.

“I’m not letting myself get sick, but I promise you, you can have my entire closet until you're better, yeah?” Rich said, unable to stop his giddy smile.

Jake gave him a sleepy but content sound of agreement.

“I wan' that stupid shirt with the nerdy science pun on it," Jake breathed, already drifting off to sleep.

If any other sick person in the universe was asking, Rich would flip them off and tell them it was his favorite shirt and no one could touch it. No one was even allowed to eat spaghetti at the same table as him while he was wearing it.

But it was pretty, smart, perfect Jake, so Rich took it off its hanger and gave it to the poor guy to snuggle with for the next three days.

(And if, while Jake was still delirious with fever and sound asleep, Rich snuck from the house and to Target just to get a sweatshirt for himself in Jake’s size, then no one needed to know. If he had to hide his smile behind his hand when he walked into their apartment a week and a half later to find Jake cooking dinner in that same sweatshirt, then only God was his witness. If he was so overwhelmed at the sight that he grabbed the drawstrings and dragged Jake down to his height to kiss him, then that was between him and Jake.

And everyone else. Because Jake, apparently, felt the immediate need to brag about getting ‘Rich fucking Goranski, like the hottest guy fucking EVER to kiss me, Jenna, he kissed me. Me!!')

#bmc #rich goranski #jake dillinger #michael mell #richjake #i wrote this instead of studying for midterms #also that hc i had was that jake gets emotional when he's sick #ahhhh i'm gonna die lmao #also inspired by that one tall guy i was with who constantly talked abt wishing he could wear his so's clothes #this is for u buddy #sorry i was too short for u #sparkly star fanfic #for sorting purposes #inspired by my pfp

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Singer – Part Two

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 7,970

Warning: Lots of Smut, Some Swearing

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***Drinks and Secrets***

Seven days after your last encounter with Kurt, you finally had his desk delivered back to his office which was located at the Dublin theatre and music district at the back building of a large venue.

Next to his office were several recording studios which meant that, whilst you were recording your new album, you saw him more frequently than you would have hoped.

In addition to working on your new album, you were working on an advertising campaign for the upcoming arts and music festival. As part of this campaign, you were recording a song with Amanda and another Dublin artist named Jeremy who gained a lot of popularity lately.

He was a nice man, in his late thirties who had a lot to offer. He played several instruments and it was easy to work with him and Amanda, at least until Amanda tried to organise a date between you and Jeremy.

She told you about it over some drinks on a Friday afternoon following a day at the recording studio.

‘I have two tickets to see the new play at the Abbey. I was going to see it with Cillian but, since we broke up, this isn’t going to happen. I thought that, perhaps, you could go with Jeremy’ Amanda said with a big grin on her face as she handed you a pint of Guinness.

‘Jeremy? Why would I go with Jeremy?’ you laughed, somewhat surprised by Amanda’s suggestion.

‘He is handsome, a real gentleman, funny and defiantly not a douche like Kurt. Despite, you said that you liked older and more mature guys’ Amanda laughed.

‘Well, perhaps you should ask him out yourself then?’ you giggled, causing Amanda to sigh.

‘I am not ready to date anyone Y/N. In fact, I don’t know if I am over Cillian yet’ Amanda said somewhat disappointed, causing you to take in a deep breath as you thought about your recent encounter with Cillian.

You were overrun with guilt as Amanda continued on, talking about her breakup with Cillian. You knew that you shouldn’t have slept with him, but then again, you didn’t know that you and Amanda would be working together again until three days ago when one of the other musicians dropped out of the project.

‘So, do you think you will give it another chance?’ you asked curiously.

‘I don’t think so. I think he made up his mind. To be honest, I don’t know if I still have feelings for him or if I just miss the sex’ Amanda laughed just before she ordered another drink.

‘Right…that good, eh?’ you said as your face turned red almost immediately. Of course, you knew the answer to your own question.

‘That’s probably too much information, I am sorry. The beer is getting to my head’ Amanda said with some embarrassment.

‘It’s fine, seriously’ you responded before telling Amanda a little bit about your relationship with Kurt.

In turn, after Amanda had more beers, you learned that Cillian liked to take control in the bedroom and you weren’t surprised about this in the slightest, thinking back to the night at your apartment where he took you over Kurt’s study desk. The same study desk that was now in Kurt’s office once again. The thought of it made you giggle internally.

But then, the conversation changed and became more serious when Amanda told you the real reasons behind their recent break up. She believed that she was at fault, pushing him away slowly over time with her jealousy and trust issues, trying to prevent him from socialising and leaving him no space for himself. She accused him of cheating several times but later found out that there was nothing behind the rumours. Cillian eventually had enough of her antics and broke it off again.

‘Oh my god, I am sorry. I usually don’t drink’ Amanda said as she observed your facial expression when she continued to talk about Cillian. She was certainly more direct and open about her sex life than you had hoped.

‘I think I should get you home’ you said with a warm smile, feeling a sense of responsibility, and Amanda nodded in agreement.

Since you only had two beers over two hours, unlike Amanda who had at least six or seven, maybe more, you were still able to drive and you helped Amanda to your car, hoping that press wouldn’t notice her state. After all, she had quite a following herself.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled up in front of Cillian’s house which was where she was still living at the time as the settlement of her property was delayed.

Supporting her, you walked towards the front door and rang the doorbell. Within a minute, Cillian opened and couldn’t believe his own eyes when he saw you with his completely drunk ex-girlfriend.

‘Hi’ Cillian said somewhat surprised as he took hold of Amanda. She barely managed to walk by herself.

‘Hi’ you said, your eyes avoiding his.

‘Uhm, thank you…’ Cillian chuckled, not knowing what else to say to you, before asking you whether you wanted to come inside.

‘I would love to use your bathroom, if I could’ you laughed as you had to pull over earlier when Amanda got sick and your clothes smelled like vomit.

‘Sure, common in’ Cillian said just before he pointed you to the bathroom and helped Amanda getting out of her vomit-stained clothes.

You left the bathroom door open slightly as you cleaned yourself up and observed Cillian getting a bucket from the laundry before telling Amanda to have a rest.

After he helped her to lie down, placing the bucket next to the bed, he came into the bathroom to speak to you. He left the bedroom door open slightly so that he could hear if Amanda was getting sick, worried that she might miss the bucket in her state.

‘What happened? It’s only 6 o’clock’ Cillian asked almost amused.

‘She just kept drinking Cilly…I don’t know’ you said with a chuckle as you tried to wash the vomit out of your expensive vintage blouse.

‘Beer?’ he asked curiously, causing you to nod.

‘Fuck. I am in for an interesting evening then’ Cillian said somewhat irritated, causing you to laugh out loud.

‘So am I because I meant to see my sister and her husband for dinner at 7 o’clock and I smell like puke now’ you giggled, seeing the humour in all of this.

‘Have a shower here. I will get you a clean t-shirt’ Cillian suggested and you accepted his offer gratefully.

A minute later, Cillian gave you a towel and one of his black t-shirts. You closed the bathroom door behind you and got undressed.

When you stepped into the shower, you were slightly confused by all of the buttons. You never saw anything quite like this. You pressed one of the buttons and nothing happened. Then you pressed the next and, finally, water came rushing out from the top like waterfall but, it was cold.

‘Dammit’ you said loudly as the cold water came rushing down over your body, barely managing to wash away the little bit of soap you had placed on your chest and breasts earlier.

‘Having problems with the shower?’ Cillian asked from outside the bathroom door a few seconds after he heard you yell.

‘There is no hot water’ you said as you stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around you and opened the door.

Cillian stepped inside, gazing over your semi naked body for a second or two, before turning on the shower for you.

‘Wow, that’s high tech’ you giggled as you stood right next to Cillian, his body awfully close to yours.

‘Isn’t that usually how you young people roll?’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to give him a slight nudge and, in the process of it, loosing hold of your towel on one side.

Cillian noticed immediately and his jaw dropped as he drew a deep breath.

‘Cillian?’ you whispered as you noticed him looking at the ceiling, purposely trying to avoid eye contact with you.

‘Yeah’ he said with a low voice as he looked back at you but, instead of saying anything else to him, you pressed your lips onto his tentatively.

Cillian gave into the kiss and parted your lips with his slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth in order to meet yours.

Your hands reached for his cheeks and the back of his head while your towel dropped to the floor.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this Y/N’ Cillian whispered as your lips drifted apart after what seemed like an eternity.

‘No, we shouldn’t’ you responded despite the fact that you wanted him, right then and there.

But, his lips landed on yours again almost instantly, ignoring the interfering thoughts in your heads.

As you were kissing, Cillian’s hand wandered over the back of your body and then in between you, immediately finding your wet mound.

You let out a low moan as his fingers began to gently massage your clit before one of his fingers dipped inside of you momentarily.

On your left upper thigh, you could feel his erection press against you, restricted by his tight and ripped jeans.

You pushed your mound against his hand as much as you could while he swallowed up your moans, continuing to kiss you passionately.

But, as he began to apply more pressure against your clit, you had to pull away from his mouth and moan escaped you.

His speed increased and you let your head fall forward against his chest and shoulder, taking in the scent of his aftershave and moaning into the thin black cotton of his t-shirt.

Your legs began to quiver within minutes and his magical fingers on your clit brought you over the edge fairly quickly.

You held onto Cillian, continuing to moan against his chest as your orgasm washed over you and he finally slowed down his movements.

‘Fuck’ you whispered as Cillian chuckled at the fact that he just made you cum within less than five minutes.

‘You should have a shower now or you’ll be late for dinner’ Cillian winked before pressing his lips onto yours again.

‘What about you?’ you asked quietly as you ran your hand over his crotch.

‘I better check on Amanda’ he said somewhat reluctantly before leaving you by yourself in the bathroom.

After a quick shower, you got dressed and returned to the living room where Cillian was sitting, watching a documentary.

When you approached him to give him a kiss, he pulled away.

‘We cannot keep doing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly and it was obvious to you that he had been doing a lot of thinking while you were in the shower.

‘You are right’ you murmured, upset by his response.

‘Are we okay?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Thanks for the shower’ you said a little upset before grabbing your keys and phone and returning to your car.

***Family***

Later that evening, at dinner with your sister and her husband, your sister asked you about your music projects and, of course, your love life.

She knew that you had separated from Kurt and, even though you called it a break, it was obvious to her and anyone from your family that this was final.

She was glad that it was over. Finally, you were free from him.

When she asked you if there was anyone else, you couldn’t help it but tell her about Cillian. But you didn’t tell her his name, nor did you tell her how you had met.

All that you told her was that there was a man who you had slept with and who you think you might like and this was the first time that you admitted your feelings for Cillian to yourself as well.

It felt strange to you as, initially, when you met Cillian, you couldn’t stand him but now that you got to know each other more intimately, this changed.

When you told your sister that he was 43, making him exactly twenty years older than you, her jaw dropped.

‘Forget about him Y/N. Honestly’ she told you, thinking that he was too old for you and the press would rip you to pieces about it, just as it happened with your ex-girlfriend which emotionally destroyed you at the time.

‘I’ve grown since then, emotionally and mentally and I cannot help it. His presence does something to me and, currently, I work with him all the time’ you said with a deep sigh.

‘Is he a musician?’ your sister asked curiously and you shook your head.

‘He’s an actor’ you admitted but went no further than that regardless of how much your sister was poking around, asking you for his name.

‘It doesn’t matter because it isn’t going anywhere with us and you are right, it’s probably better that way’ you said when she asked you for his name for the third time.

Your sister gave up eventually and, after several glasses of wine, you decided to stay at her house for the night before a big day at the studio finalising the schedule for the music festival.

The next morning, when you tried to start your car, the engine had stopped working. It was a brand-new car and you were extremely irritated and contacted the car dealer immediately.

The car dealer advised you that they couldn’t get the car in for repair until Monday and your sister luckily offered to drive you into Dublin city.

‘Do you have time for a coffee?’ she asked as she pulled up in front of the studio and nodded. You still had twenty minutes before your meeting with Cillian and Kurt.

You sat down at a booth table in the small café beneath the theatre and the waitress was quick to take your order and bring you some water.

‘The coffee here is really good’ you said to your sister but she seemed somewhat distant and unresponsive.

‘June? Are you with me?’ you chuckled and, suddenly she looked at you with wide open eyes and whispered ‘Cillian Murphy’.

‘What about him?’ you asked absolutely flustered.

‘Over there, at the counter’ your sister then whispered with excitement, causing you to take in a deep breath. He wasn’t the person who you wanted to see right at this moment, especially after what you told your sister last night.

‘He is my cheat pass’ your sister then said, causing you to inadvertently spit out some of the water in your mouth.

‘You are joking?’ you asked, causing your sister to shake her head and continue to stare at him.

‘I am going to say hello’ she said determined and you took her hand quickly and responded ‘no you are not’ which was when Cillian noticed you and walked over towards your table.

‘Morning Y/N’ he said with a smile before giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek.

‘Hi Cilly’ you said before introducing him to your sister with some embarrassment.

Your sister was quick to move to one side, indicating for Cillian to sit down next to her and he didn’t think anything of it and joined you both for coffees and a snack to eat.

The three of you engaged in some small talk and Cillian informed you that Kurt had called him earlier that day telling him that he was sick and wouldn’t be coming in.

You were glad about it in a way but it also meant that it was just you and Cillian working on the schedule which might be a problem after last night.

After you drank your coffees and engaged in some more conversation, each of you went your separate ways. Cillian and you had a days’ work ahead of you and your sister had to get back home.

A few minutes after you left the café, you got a test message from your sister. ‘Fuck he’s hot. Can you invite him for drinks with me or something’ it said and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘What’s so funny?’ Cillian asked as he observed your facial expressions and small giggles.

‘Nothing’ you responded before putting your phone away, ignoring your sister’s text message.

***Working Together***

The day went by quickly and you managed to be quite productive, finishing the schedule for the festival by 4 o’clock. There was no arguing anymore between you and Cillian and, with Kurt not being there, there was also no shouting.

As you were working together, you and Cillian kept your distance from each other, trying as hard as you could to stay focused and professional.

You sent the schedule off to Kurt for consideration and communication to the artists and Cillian offered you to drive you home after you told him about your car.

You agreed reluctantly as it was raining but all of your focus and professionalism went out of the window as soon as Cillian pulled up in front of your apartment.

‘Uhm, would you like to come up for a drink?’ you asked, knowing exactly that you shouldn’t have asked him that after last night.

‘I shouldn’t’ Cillian responded reluctantly. He knew he couldn’t get involved with you again. Another relationship was not what he wanted, especially not with someone as young as you.

‘I know, I shouldn’t have asked that. It’s fine. Thank you for driving me home. Have a good night’ you said before giving him a friendly kiss on his cheek before getting out of his car.

As you reached the front door of your apartment building and searched through your bag for the key, you heard the door of Cillian’s car close.

You looked back and saw Cillian approach you with a hesitant smile.

‘Changed your mind?’ you smirked as he walked up the pathway leading to the front door of your apartment block.

‘Yeah, I suppose’ Cillian smiled with his hands in his pockets like a shy schoolboy while he was waiting for you to open the door.

You finally found your key and you both took the elevator up to your apartment, keeping your distance from each other.

You opened the door to your apartment and Cillian followed you inside almost shyly, remaining standing in the doorway and asking ‘before I do anything stupid, it isn’t really a drink that you are after, right?’

‘No. In fact, all I’ve got is tap water’ you said almost embarrassed and, just after you did, you found yourself pinned against the wall and Cillian crashed his lips onto yours in a haste.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore yours in a passionate kiss.

With one foot, you pushed your apartment door closed behind you before you gave into the Cillian completely.

‘Not fire safety compliant’ Cillian murmured as your lips drifted apart, causing you to look at him with some confusion.

‘The door. It’s opening into the wrong direction’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to raise your eyebrows and start to laugh.

‘You are weird’ you chuckled before you pressed your lips back onto his, thinking why on earth he would have noticed this in the heat of the moment.

‘Coming from the woman with a Harry Potter tattoo beneath her left breast’ Cillian chuckled after your lips drifted apart again momentarily and he began to unbutton your mustard-coloured vintage shirt.

‘What can I say…I am magic’ you chuckled before you pulled him closer again for another kiss.

Each and every kiss was passionate and urgent, full of desire for each other.

‘Didn’t we say we wouldn’t do this again?’ you asked as your shirt landed on the floor.

‘You are the one who initiated it by asking me upstairs for a glass of tap water’ Cillian chuckled. ‘Do you want to stop?’ he then asked, causing you to shake your head and pull his t-shirt over his head exposing his bare chest.

‘Didn’t think so’ Cillian smirked before he trailed kisses over your breasts, which were still covered by a black lace bra, and then all the way down to your stomach. He dropped to his knees slowly while his lips explored your body and his hands began to fondle with the button and zipper of your jeans, pushing them down gently.

You let out a soft moan as his hands ran over the front of your treasure. His face was awfully close to your most intimate area and you could feel his hot breath on your wet mound, fanning through the lace of your panties.

With your jeans stuck over your ankles, Cillian pushed your legs apart with his hands as wide as he could.

‘Don’t move’ he instructed, causing you to take in a sharp inhale and, just as you did, he hooked the index fingers of both of his hands into the hem of your panties and pulled them down all the way to your ankles.

You wanted to push your legs together, feeling vulnerable now that he got such a close look at your wet mound. But, Cillian’s hands wouldn’t allow as he held your thighs in place while pushing you all the way back at the freshly painted wall of your apartment.

Cillian then moved to your inner thighs and his soft, wet tongue administered little licks, alternating with kisses, as he moved back and forth between your left and right thigh, ascending higher and higher as he did.

‘Hmm….fuck’ you moaned in anticipation, causing Cillian to smile against the flesh of your right thigh before looking up at you for a brief moment, his blue eyes meeting yours.

You bit your lip suggestively and then watched as that pink, wet, soft tongue of his slid out of his mouth in a flattened state and land on the right outer lip of your wet mound.

A loud moan escaped you as soon as his tongue moved closer towards your centre, giving your slit a very long, very slow, torturous lick.

You placed your hands on his head and ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue licked up and down before sinking it into your entrance once slightly, making you squirm.

‘Hold still’ he instructed as he pushed your thighs apart again with his hands.

With both outer lips equally swollen, you watched as he made his tongue pointed again, spreads your swollen outer lips and then licks both of your inner lips from back to front at the same time, sending shivers down your spine. He then ran his tongue over your clit hood and gently pulled the hood back, revealing your swollen, throbbing, pulsing clit.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as he continued to lick you. He took his time, slowly licking all of the surfaces of your clit.

Unlike most men you've been with, he knew what he was doing and you soon began to shudder and shake as he covered this territory.

After as little as ten minutes, you could feel yourself getting close to your high.

‘Cillian, don’t fucking stop’ you moaned as your hands held onto his head firmly as he continued to suck on your clit gently.

Your orgasm washed over you almost instantly and you lost all of your self-control while Cillian kept pushing your legs apart with his hands and stimulating your clit with his mouth.

Your legs wanted to give way shortly after you came down from your high and Cillian got off his knees quickly before pressing his lips onto yours in a haste, wanting you to taste your own juices that had pooled across his lips.

You moaned into his mouth while your hand reached between the both of you, running over his erection which was trapped beneath his tight jeans.

‘I am not done yet’ Cillian said as he moved your hand away from his crotch and pinned you back against the wall, kissing you again passionately.

While he was kissing you, he ran his hand over your wet mound, collecting your wet juices with his fingers before bring his finger up to your mouth.

You took his fingers into your mouth, licking them suggestively until he pulls them away from your mouth again.

Without words, his blue eyes starred into yours, full of want and desire and, without you noticing, his hand returned back in between your legs where he now, effortlessly, slid both of his fingers into your warmth.

You let out a loud moan, while Cillian looked at you, taking in your facial expressions. His lips were parted slightly as he observed your moans and you leaned forward to kiss him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Within a few seconds, he found the magic spot inside of you and proceeded to tease it with his fingertips.

‘Holy Fucking Christ’ you screamed in shock. No one, not even yourself, had found this spot before and your legs were ready to give in right then and there.

‘Oh my god, stop…I mean don’t stop. Fuck, this is intense’ you said with laboured breathing as you starred at Cillian who responded with a satisfied grin.

‘Just relax and let go’ Cillian said before he pressed his lips back onto yours.

The pressure he used was gentle at first until he could feel you relax, which is when he increased his movements. You were already wet but, when his fingers massaged your g-spot, you began dripping on to the dark wooden floor.

‘Cillian, fuck fuck fuck, oh god’ you moaned as you felt a sensation you never felt run through your body. It was more intense than anything else you had ever experienced and, without being able to control yourself, you screamed loudly as your walls began to tighten around his fingers.

‘That’s it baby’ Cillian said as he watched your eyes close shut and listened to your loud moans while another orgasm washed over you.

As he did, he could feel a gush of wetness run over his hand and down to the floor, But you didn’t notice, you were in a trance, your legs were shaking by that point and you were entirely consumed by the most intense orgasm you ever had.

As you came down from your high, the wall behind you preventing you from collapsing to the floor, you looked at Cillian in disbelieve before noticing the puddle of clear liquid that had formed on the floor.

Cillian grinned, his tongue running over his lips suggestively as he watched your embarrassment.

‘Oh my god, what the fuck. This never happened before’ you said somewhat embarrassed when you noticed the puddle.

‘I am good then’ Cillian said before he pressed his lips back onto yours and wiped his hand on his jeans.

‘I am so sorry’ you said as your lips drifted apart, your mind filled with embarrassment about the mess you just made.

‘For this? Don’t be ridiculous’ Cillian said before kissing you again. ‘In fact, I think it’s sexy’ he added after your lips drifted apart.

‘Would you like to break in my new bed?’ you smirked as you took off the remainder of your clothes and indicating to Cillian to follow you.

‘It would be my pleasure’ Cillian smirked before he quickly kicked off his shoes and picked you up, remembering the location well from the last time he visited you.

As he held you against him and walked, you could feel his hardness pressing into you through his jeans and throbbing against your wet and naked mound.

He carried you to your bed and, with one swift movement, you found yourself with your back on the mattress.

As he took off his jeans and briefs all at the same time, Cillian couldn’t help but stare at your naked beauty, right there in front of him.

You could see his body respond as his hard member twitched and a few drops of precum escaped and fell to your bedroom floor.

You didn’t have to wait long for him to join you on the bed, hoovering over you and planting kisses over your body before meeting your lips again.

Then your lips were sucking and nibbling on his as he pulled away after each kiss, teasing you and occasionally your tongues would meet and fight each other.

No one ever kissed you quite like he did. It was intense and full of desire. Each kiss was different, new and exciting.

After your lips drifted apart again and while Cillian once more tried to take control, directing you to the position he wanted you in, you pushed him beneath you instead, catching him by surprise.

‘Do you have condoms?’ you asked as he was lying beneath you, thinking that you should have thought about this much earlier.

‘What happened to the ones from last time?’ Cillian asked as his hands continued to trail over your body, paying particular attention to your breasts.

‘They are in Kurt’s desk which is now in Kurt’s office’ you said, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘I can get dressed and walk to the shop. It isn’t far’ Cillian suggested before letting out a deep sigh knowing that his erection would defiantly not come down if he had to walk to the shops.

‘I am on birth control and, after Kurt, I just had all of my check-ups done’ you said, causing Cillian to nod in agreement before trying to take charge once again. But you wouldn’t budge and held him down against the bed playfully.

‘You really don’t like to give up control, do you?’ you grinned, causing Cillian to respond with a quiet chuckle.

‘No, but I am willing to try if you manage to tame me’ he winked jokingly before trying to pull you closer for another kiss.

‘I think I might just have the right thing for you Mr Murphy’ you grinned as you pulled away and reached for your bedside table.

From your bedside table, you pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs and held them up suggestively.

‘Do I get to use them on you some time?’ Cillian chuckled before he willingly put his hands above his head, ready for you to tie him against the metal frame of your bedhead.

‘Maybe’ you smirked as you secured the cuffs against his wrists and the bedhead, leaving him completely at your mercy.

By this time, the windows of your bedroom had become foggy, with precipitation running down the inside of them and the room was starting to smell like two people in heat, lust filling the air.

With Cillian’s wrists tied to the bedhead, you were now the one who hoovered over Cillian, planting kisses over him and rubbing your wet folds over his upper thighs suggestively. Random drops of his precum were caught by your skin and you got intermittent glimpses of his cock, still rigid this whole time.

He hated and loved the way you were teasing him all at the same time until, finally, you made your descent over his perfectly shaped chest and stomach and all the way down towards his hard member.

Cillian inhaled sharply as he watched you lick his precum of his cockhead, using your tongue only.

He pulled on his restraints, desperate for you to take his rigid member into your mouth as you continued to tease him with only small licks.

‘Patience’ you whispered before, finally, you took all of him deep into your mouth, making him groan loudly as he bottomed out in your throat.

Whilst your hands paid attention to his balls, you began to bob your head up and down before taking his hard shaft into one of your hands and licking around his tip only.

After about ten minutes, Cillian’s breathing soon became laboured and you knew that he was getting close as you could feel his cock pulsate inside your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned until, eventually, your motions came to a halt and you shifted your body back up towards his until your lips met his once again.

While you exchanged a passionate kiss, you swung one leg over Cillian’s waist and reached between you, holding his hard shaft and carefully guiding it inside you.

‘Jesus’ was all that escaped him after your lips drifted apart and you lowered yourself onto him, taking inch by inch of his cock inside of you until you sat flush against him.

‘Hmm yes’ you moaned as you could feel all of him inside of you, stretching you and filling you completely.

‘Fuck you feel good’ Cillian moaned, trying to pull against his restraints in order to touch you. But his efforts were futile.

His warm cock felt amazing inside you and, once you adjusted to his size, you began to move, up and down, backwards and forwards.

You flicked your head back, riding him fast and hard. His breath was laboured and it was obvious to you that he was enjoying it, no longer trying to get out of his restraints.

‘God damn Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he watched your breasts bounce slightly up and down with every movement and it wasn’t long until your fingernails dug down into his chest, leaving some visible marks.

‘Come inside me’ you moaned, turned on by the thought of it and this was all he needed to hear in order to let go completely.

‘I am so fucking close’ you moaned and Cillian groaned in sync with you as he tried to thrust back up into you despite the restraints.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned again, his cock beginning to throb inside of you and, just as he groaned once last time, you screamed his name as your third orgasm washed over you.

Cillian and you came together, in sync, and your walls contracted just as he filled you with his warm cum.

After you rode out your orgasm, you slowly uncuffed him before lifting your body up slowly, allowing his cock to slide out of you.

You could feel his cum leak from your core and down your thigh as you got up.

‘Oh wow’ you grinned sheepishly as you noticed the large amount of cum on your core and thigh.

‘Yeah sorry, it’s been like a week’ Cillian chuckled but you didn’t mind at all and collected some of it with your finger. You brought your finger to your mouth, licking it suggestively.

Your actions caused Cillian to raise his eyebrows and stare at you in disbelieve.

‘Well, I wanted to see what you taste like’ you smirked before you collapsed next to him.

You curled up against Cillian’s chest while he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers gently tracing over your back.

You pulled the sheets over you, feeling the cold air passing through the room, the heat of Cillian’s naked body radiating to yours.

‘I don’t really want to get up’ Cillian said, half covered by your sheets, starring at you with his deep blue eyes.

‘Then don’t. Stay here tonight’ you smiled before pulling him close for another kiss.

‘It’s only 8 o’clock Y/N. I probably should go’ Cillian said, causing you to pout.

‘I could order some chinese and a bottle of wine…we can watch a movie and then we can fuck again’ you suggested, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘I didn’t think that you could handle any more’ Cillian chuckled as he could see the exhaustion on your face.

‘Oh trust me, I can’ you said.

Cillian reluctantly agreed and you got up from beneath the sheets to get your phone to place the order.

Luckily, your apartment was a loft style studio penthouse and your large bed was in the middle of the large room, right in front of your flat screen TV.

‘What do you want to watch?’ Cillian asked as he flicked through the movies on Netflix and you finally agreed on a scary movie you had heard about from your sister.

But, neither of you paid much attention to the rather horrible movie. You enjoyed your chinese food and wine and joked, talked about almost anything and everything until, finally, the credits came on.

‘That was terrible’ Cillian laughed and you agreed and apologised for your choice of movie.

‘At least the main actor was hot’ you giggled as you got up and placed the chine food containers into the bin in your kitchen area.

‘Do you want me to introduce you?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Nah, I don’t get involved with actors’ you said as you sneaked back under the covers. You were both still completely naked, covered by the doona.

‘Is that right?’ Cillian laughed before his lips crashed back onto yours and you quickly found yourself beneath him.

‘I can’t believe you can actually go again’ you said delighted as you could feel his hard member poke against your upper thigh, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Well, I am in bed with a very sexy woman…one who doesn’t get involved with actors apparenty….so maybe I should leave’ Cillian joked as he ran his hand through your hair gently.

‘I will make an exception for you’ you smirked just before Cillian got up from the bed and walked to your bathroom ensuite.

Seconds later, he returned with a large white towel and placed it onto the bed, causing you to look at him with surprise.

But, before you could put any more thought to it, he kneeled on the bed and took your legs, putting them over his shoulders.

‘Uhm…’ you said, somewhat surprised by his choice of position and, before you could say anything else, he interlaces your fingers with his and you felt the head of his cock rest against your entrance.

Cillian shifted his hips back and forth, running the length of his shaft and head over your wet folds and then pushed the head into your already soaking entrance.

You take a deep, shuddering breath as you felt his swollen cockhead push your lips aside and stretch you.

Your walls relaxed while you felt even more wetness flowing from you as Cillian gently pressed forward and you could feel your walls stretch around him once again.

Cillian leaned forward, bending at the waist while he entered you slowly and fully until he bottomed out inside of you and there it was again, this unfamiliar feeling.

You let out a loud moan as you could feel the tip of his cock press against your g-spot which was when you began to realise why he chose this position and why had placed a towel beneath you.

‘You are so fucking beautiful’ he whispered while you watched as he started to pull out again almost all the way before pushing back in and pausing when his cockhead hits your g-spot again.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned as, with some subtle movements of his hips, he rubbed the head against your g-spot, making your fingers and toes curl.

Then he pulled out again almost all the way as he waited a few seconds for you to swell tighter. During that time, he ran his fingertips up and down your thighs and gave you grin before he started thrusting back into you again. He was slow and gentle, similar to when he his fingers first stimulated your sweet spot.

Once Cillian felt you relax completely and give in to the sensation of being penetrated this way, his thrusts became more forceful and fast.

The temperature of your apartment had increased significantly as sweat starts pouring down your bodies. Your juices once again started dripping from you and down his shaft. Your wetness was pooling underneath you two.

Cillian watched your toned stomach muscles flex as you cannot stay still as he reached down to rub your clit in circles, clockwise and counterclockwise while continuing his thrusting. Your breathing, which had started to become irregular, was now erratic. He smiled and enjoyed watching your breasts jiggle everywhere as you squirmed, trying to hold still.

Most of your body has now become a little numb, and as you felt him pulse and throb deep inside you and hear him moving in and out of your wetness, your eyes start glazing over a bit and rolling back into your head.

And then the intense feeling started again, at the top of your head. You couldn’t completely explain it and it was the most calm, relaxing feeling but with an undercurrent of tension that just gradually builds as that feeling flows over your face, neck, breasts, stomach, arms, and legs. When the feeling hit between your legs, your walls clamped down as hard as they could on his thick shaft.

‘Cillian, fuck…please don’t stop’ you moaned and with a loud cry, your body began to shiver, quiver, shake, bend, shudder, and contort as a multiwave orgasm rolled through you. Each wave feeling like a lightning bolt from head to toe as your tension lessened with each episode. Cillian pinned you down as you could not possibly stay still as he watched you writhe in ecstasy.

You almost blacked out as your whole body couldn’t stop coming. Just like the last time when Cillian massaged your g-spot, the pool of juices beneath you had quickly become a puddle and you could soon feel his balls swell up against your mound.

When your walls tightened around him, you could feel his cum rising within his shaft just before, with one loud groan, he filled you again with his warm seed.

Small tears fell from your eyes as you finally came down from your high and Cillian carefully pulled out of you, allowing you to rest your legs on the mattress.

‘Fuck Y/N, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ Cillian asked as soon as he noticed your teary eyes and flushed face.

‘No, it was just…’ you said as you took a deep breath before continuing your sentence. ‘It was very fucking intense’ you said, your breath heavy.

‘In a good way I hope’ Cillian chuckled before pressing his lips onto yours.

‘In the best way’ you giggled before you curled up against him.

After several gentle kisses and your hands roaming each other’s bodies, you eventually both drifted off to sleep.

***The Watch***

The following morning, you were both woken up by Cillian’s phone ringing at 8 o’clock. It was Kurt and he was persistent after Cillian didn’t pick up the first time.

Half asleep, with your head still resting on his chest, he answered the phone and talked to him.

‘Hey Kurt, what’s up?’ Cillian asked as he was waking up slowly while you began to trace your fingers over Cillian’s chest, playing with the little bit of chest hair.

‘I got the schedule last night and wondered whether you want to talk about it’ Kurt said politely just as Cillian wiggled around, stretching himself while you planted small kisses over his chest and down towards your stomach.

‘Uhm, talk…yes’ Cillian said as he raised an eyebrow when he noticed that you disappeared beneath the doona, your hands running over his upper thighs.

‘Could you come to my office in an hour?’ Kurt asked as Cillian took in a deep breath as your hands ran over his hardening cock.

‘Fuck’ was all that escaped him as he suddenly felt your warm lips wrapped around his base and he instantly went completely hard in your mouth.

‘Cillian?’ Kurt asked surprised by Cillian’s response.

‘Yes…fuck…sorry…9 o’clock?’ Cillian asked as he tried hard not to moan while you began to bob your head up and down, occasionally twirling your tongue over his head.

‘Yeah, if that’s alright?’ Kurt asked again, somewhat concerned by Cillian’s strange responses.

‘Yeah…’ Cillian responded before holding his breath, a deep groan stuck in his throat.

‘Can you call Y/N? She is being a fucking cunt not picking up my calls even though we need to work together on this’ Kurt complained.

‘Mhhm…’ Cillian said, pretending to listen to what Kurt was saying while you swallowed his length whole, moving your head up and down over and over again.

‘I actually think she is seeing someone’ Kurt went on to say as you ran your tongue piercing up and down Cillian’s shaft.

‘Aha’ Cillian responded trying to hold back his release, so close to coming.

‘I have to go man’ Cillian barely managed to say as your hands wrapped around his tight balls.

‘See you soon’ Kurt said before hanging up and just as he did a loud groan fell from Cillian’s lip.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned just as his shaft pulsated heavily and he filled your mouth with his warm and sweet cum.

You looked up from beneath the doona, opening your mouth slightly and suggestively before swallowing all of it with a grin.

‘So, what did my ex want?’ you asked sheepishly, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘You are so fucking bad’ he laughed before pulling you close for a kiss and telling you about the meeting.

‘You didn’t last very long despite your conversation with Kurt’ you giggled as you jumped up, walking towards the shower.

‘What can I say, blow jobs are my weakness especially coming from someone so talented’ Cillian smirked before he grabbed you from behind, kissing your neck and following you to the shower.

‘But, that’s not to say that we can’t keep going in the shower’ he grinned and so you went, spending twenties minutes making love while streams of hot water ran over your bodies.

After you came out of the shower and starred into the mirror you noticed that both, Cillian and you, were covered with small little bruises, scratches and bite marks.

You never quite had a night like this with anyone before and you weren’t ashamed. Nonetheless, you opted for a turtle neck jumper and some tight jeans.

Cillian had no choice but to wear the clothes he wore the night before, including the pair of jeans which had some obvious stains.

‘Sorry’ you chuckled as you noticed the stains.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll throw them in the wash and they’ll be grand’ he chuckled before you both walked to his car.

Ten minutes later, you arrived at Kurt’s office together and you felt the need to explain to him that your car broke down and Cillian was kind enough to offer to pick you up.

Kurt wasn’t suspicious by the fact that you arrived together, nor was he suspicious about the little bruises on Cillian’s neck. It was something else that, during your meeting with him, caught his attention and this was Cillian’s watch. It looked awfully familiar.

An hour into your meeting, rewriting half of the schedule because of Kurt being difficult and Cillian continuing to argue with him, Amanda and Jeremy arrived as well to finalise the advertising campaign for the music part of the festival.

Immediately, as soon as Amanda walked into Kurt’s office, she pulled Cillian aside.

‘Where the fuck were you last night?’ she asked quietly but everyone heard it, causing Jeremy to laugh.

‘I don’t think I have to answer that Amanda’ Cillian responded with some irritation before taking the paper schedule off Kurt and walking to the utilities room. Of course, she noticed the small bruises on his neck. It was obvious to her that he’s been with another woman.

You and Jeremy followed Cillian knowing very well that, the last time he tried to use the copier in the utilities room, he almost broke it and one of the administration assistants had banned him from ever touching it again.

As you were gone, Kurt had time to speak to Amanda in private.

‘I think I have an idea as to where Cillian may have been last night’ he chuckled, catching Amanda’s interest.

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Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 1: Just Keep Swimming // Ch. 5

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 1,600

Masterlist

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“Triton! Triton!”

As you run through the festival, Your echoing cries make people stop and turn but you could hardly care. You had already made it around most of the campus by then and had grown used to their stares.

“Triton! Where are you?” You call out again, leaning over the barrier of another art major's tent to look at the children in there. Hoping, Praying, that Triton was one of them.

“(Y/n)!” At the sudden call, you are suddenly pulled backwards. Spinning around you see it was none other than Bryce, with Yuri and Paul following close by.

“Bryce. T-Triton was—“ You stutter out, pawing at the male’s shirt as you try to get a simple sentence out in your jumble of thoughts.

You wanted to scream out. To cry. You wanted to tell him how you didn’t mean to leave Triton alone. How you thought he would be safe with Paul and Jeremy. How you didn’t think that someone would sneak into the tent while the kitchen staff were busy. How a stranger was able to lead Triton away and you didn’t even notice until someone came running to tell you later that he was missing.

You felt yourself internally sob in as you continued to recount what happened a mere half an hour ago. The feeling left you queasy and you felt as if your knees were about to collapse.

“Shh. I know. I heard what happened to your son.” Bryce says as he attempts to console you. All of a sudden the wind picks up and Bryce instantly pulls you closer to him. “Woah!”

Bryce watches in surprise as some of the tents and decorations are knocked down by the wind. As if they were as light as leaves. Easily snapped and drifted up as the wind pleased.

“We have to get out of here.” Yuri tells your group as she stares up to the sky. A dangerous mixture of dark stormy clouds were beginning to roll in. A telltale sign it wasn’t a bright idea to stay outside for much longer.

“I-I Can’t!” You stutter out as Bryce begins to pull and lead you back into the direction of the school buildings. “I need to find Triton!”

“(Y/n). You have to—“

“No!” You yell out, cutting Bryce off as you struggle against his grip. You didn’t want to listen to what they had to say. For—to you—it meant another second, or minute, waisted when you could be finding Triton.

Finally, after a bit more of struggling, you free yourself from Bryce’s grip. You planned to only give a bit of space between you and the others but then Bryce lunges at you to grab you again and you end up taking off in a sprint.

As you run through the crowd, your vision is a mix of colors. A blurry and unfocused Sea that you attempt to escape from. The only thing you ever think to focus on are the hints of colors of blondes that you pass by. Pausing for a second to check to see if it was Triton only to run off again.

It, in a way, reminded you of the first time you met Triton. How you saved the strange blonde boy that was sucked out in the stormy seas. Except this time it was from a sea of strangers, Humans. You just hoped this time you would find him.

Save him.

Wherever he was and from whoever he was with.

(Y/n)…

You feel yourself freeze as you hear your name being called. At first you thought perhaps Bryce and the others had caught up to you but you then realized that wasn’t the case. The voice you heard did sound familiar but it wasn’t normal. It echoed as if it was from a far off place. Nowhere near where you were.

…(Y/n)…

“Yes, Hello?” You call out, steering your head to look around the sea of people. Hoping to catch whoever was calling you.

…Go to the….Triton…

“I can’t hear—“ You are cut off as someone in the crowd bumps into you, nearly knocking you off your feet. You needed to get out of this crowd if you wanted to fully hear the voice. Especially with the sharp winds that were blowing in.

Helplessly, you maneuver and squeeze your way through the crowd. Thankfully finding a way out only a few minutes later near the edge of campus. Though eventually you realize that it wasn’t that great as it was an edge of campus you rarely traveled to. The only thing you knew about it was that it held a path through the woods to a rocky beach that only spelled trouble. If you didn’t get injured from the crashing harsh waves then you would likely get caught and in trouble by Campus Police for trespassing. Perhaps even both.

…Through the…Go…

“Through the path?” You question out loud, confused at how the voice was cutting in and out. Leaving you unable to get an accurate answer.

You wait for the voice to answer but it never comes, leaving you with you to make the final choice. In hindsight it wasn’t that hard as there were only two options. Either turn around to safety or go into danger.

You knew what you would do. You would do what you always did. You would turn—

It was then when you step forward into the path, with no fear or thoughts whatsoever, that you surprise yourself. You can’t help but wonder if you changed. How you changed.

Was it when you first saved Triton at the beach that caused it?

That caused the girl that hated crowds to run through them. The girl that hated confrontation to argue against her friends. The girl that ran away from danger to run into it.

You couldn’t help but wonder. But at the same time you didn’t. You couldn’t.

…Faster…

You couldn’t as you stumble and sprint down the path to the beach. As you hear the voice chanting, ordering you to go faster. To get to the beach quicker.

…Faster… Faster, (y/n)….

Even as your lungs are sucked out of oxygen. Even as your legs burn in agony. Even as your knees and palm sting from tripping and falling only to get up again.

You don’t stop. You can’t. You know you can’t.

Especially as you see the small beach through the brush and catch the sight of…

…Blonde.

And Red. Scarlet red that scattered and dripped from his pale skin.

“Triton!” You scream out without thinking, running through the sand to the boy. Lifting his limp body from the sand as you carefully shake him. “Triton…Triton.”

The young boy opens his eyes and looks over at you. Though it is only for a second as he shuts them again as he groans.

“Triton. Where. Where does it—“

A loud defining bang cuts you off. Surprised you spin around to look behind you. Looking at the crater in the sand that laid a few feet away from you, you connect eyes with someone.

“Marissa…”

As you call the name of your classmate in front of you, they begin to walk out of the crater towards you. Shuffling in sand, you cradle Triton in your arms and begin backing up.

No, you know that isn’t your classmate, that ‘thing’ in front of you isn’t even human. Wild pink hair, slit like green eyes, pointy teeth and claws. Nothing, nothing, about her was human.

“B-Back up.” You order out to the thing in front of you. Could you even run away from her? No, it created a crater in the ground, you couldn’t run away. You couldn’t even fight it. “You… better back up.”

Fight or flight. Both were useless in this situation.

Your body knew it as well as it seemed to freeze up as the thing gets ready to lunge at you. As if your bones had turned to ice and your organs had shut down. You felt like you couldn’t even breathe. Like if you dare to do, you would perish.

Fight or Flight. Your main instincts. Your survival instincts.

As the thing finally lunges at you, you finally breathe again. The fresh intake of air seemed to restart your body and then you realized Fight or Flight wasn’t your main instinct. It wasn’t why you came down here.

You had to protect Triton. He was your son. He was more important than yourself.

Even as you shake in fear, your motherly instincts take over your body and you are able to cover Triton. Spinning yourself away so that thing can only pierce you.

So that only your warm blood will flood out, leaving a harsh smell of iron in the air. So that Triton will be able to escape in time. So that Triton will be safe.

And when you finally feel the warm crimson liquid drip down your body and into your clothes, you find yourself gasping.

You went to grab the clawed hand that pierced through your torso. Hoping to grab onto it to stop Marissa from grabbing Triton, giving the boy enough time to run. But found yourself unable to. For it was never there in the first place.

A loud thud brings you back to reality and you find yourself looking up from the sand. Staring at the top half of Marissa’s—that thing’s—Body. It’s guts and blood pooling and mixing into the grainy sand.

“H-How…”

You find your voice die down in your throat as you turn your head to look behind you.

Blonde Curly hair, Icy piercing blue eyes,…

…Pale marble skin, Covered head to toe in blue, white and gold,…

…A Trident by his side…

There was no doubt in your mind who was behind you.

“P-Poseidon…”

Author Note: Ahhh Poseidon finally appears! The romance portion of this story finally starts hahaha. Thank you for being patient and waiting until Poseidon appears. I wanted to give a nice character development before he appears. Can’t wait for the next update on Thursday!

Taglist: @angeli-fucking-cat @marixxhq @sproutcorner @orophaea @anime-lover-forever-1127

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv poseidon x reader #snv #snv poseidon #record of ragnarok #bivalve

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writerofshit · 3 years

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(I mentioned briefly a story of how the Stream Team met. This is that story.)

Somewhere in Los Santos, in the late night hours of a Tuesday, a convenience store is robbed. So is one several blocks southeast. And one roughly in the middle of them both. After all, what's more convenient than 24 hour chili dogs on every other street corner?

Cash. Cash is more convenient. So are guns. Hollering, waving one to get the other. Most important, back alleys that twist and turn, snaking away from increasingly distant sirens. Three individuals find themselves running through these alleys, a couple grand each weighing their pockets down.

It's through serendipity and convenience that their paths cross.

The man from the farthest store arrives first. He's done this a few more times than he'd like to admit, so he'd had a plan. Of sorts. Cut through the park, take a few sidewalks like an upstanding citizen, under the bridge and find a fire escape to utilize from there. There aren't any that reach the ground, of course, because he's smart but not quite enough.

And so this is why Trevor is standing in an dark alley, contemplating whether or not the dumpster will give him enough height to reach the ladder, when the man from the middle store appears. He's around Trevor's height, but would probably win in a fight between them, if he were so inclined. He doesn't seem to be, though. He seems shaken, like he's not quite sure how he ended up in this alley. He's holding a gun almost gingerly, as if it might bite him.

Trevor pulls his own gun.

'dont you fuckin' try anything!'

This does not go over well with Matt. He takes a step back, and then seems to remember that he also has a gun so maybe this is even footing. He holds it aloft, finger nowhere near the trigger.

'same, asshole!'

At this moment the robber from the first store arrives, also, of course, with a gun. And a mask. And an entire purple and orange neon fucking suit, actually, topped with a white cowboy hat. It gives them a few extra inches of height they are distinctly lacking, comparatively. Somewhere in the back of his head, Trevor acknowledges that this newcomer could probably kick his and the other gunman's asses. It is not a pleasant thought.

'oh, what the fuck!?'

Jeremy sounds more annoyed and less scared than one would think, considering they've run into an alley only to find two men with guns. Two men who quickly turn those guns on them.

'who the fuck are you?'

The question surprises them all, including Matt, even though he's the one who asked. As it turns out, people have a tendency to say the first thing that comes to mind when in a stressful situation. Such as, having robbed a convenience store for the very first time and immediately finding himself face to face with other apparent robbers. It would get to anyone, probably.

'i don't want any trouble, but i've already robbed someone tonight and i don't give a shit about felony murder!'

Two lies and a truth, is what Trevor has chosen to play, for some reason. In reality, one does not rob a convenience store at gun point if one is intent on staying out of trouble. And he does, in fact, care very deeply about felony murder. Felony murder is the precise reason he'd shot a bag of Doritos and not a clerk. In his defense, the clerk had initially rolled her eyes at him, asked what exactly he thought he'd get out of this. He'd found this question rude.

The truth, of course, is that he did rob a convenience store. That did happen. No take backs.

'so did i!'

Matt and Jeremy speak so in unison it's almost scary. If they didn't know any better, they'd think the two of them had always known each other.

Trevor's gun wavers between them, unsure which is the bigger threat. The guy who clearly has zero experience with guns, or the weirdo who seems to have far too much? It's a toss up, really. So his aim pinballs back and forth, but his finger does not curl around the trigger. He's serious about that felony murder thing.

The air seems to shift, suddenly, and the sound of sirens is now growing closer. This evidently also annoys Jeremy, and they throw a glance over their shoulder to the direction they'd come from. Red and blue lights flicker past.

'shit. ok. we're all robbers, i guess, and we're all fucked if we keep standing here. who's got a plan?'

Jeremy's eyes are staring impatiently at Trevor. Eyes being the only part of their face Trevor can see. And their hands, a plastic bag in one and a gun in the other.

Trigger finger is an apt name.

He glances at Matt, still wild eyed and glancing back and forth. No, Matt probably does not have a plan. He sort of gives the impression that he's never had a plan ever, actually. That perhaps he'd simply woken up here and decided to wing it. So Trevor makes an offer.

'fire escape?'

There's another moment of tense silence. Well, minus the sirens. And oh, helicopters. Even better. Jeremy shrugs.

'good a plan as any.'

And then they're off, brushing past Trevor and hoisting themself up onto the dumpster. He knew it could work. Trevor blinks and Jeremy has caught the ladder, is quickly working their way up. Shit, how does five foot something manage to get that high on a good day, much less in this situation and with a bag and gun in hand?

Matt's gun clatters to the ground, and honestly, that's probably for the best. He's climbing onto the dumpster now, and he mutters something about not signing up for this shit. Trevor reminds him that he apparently robbed someone, so yeah, he kind of did.

Before Trevor climbs up, he shoves his gun into his jacket pocket. Smart? Probably not. Convenient? More so than climbing with a gun in his hand. He follows Matt up the ladder, wondering what happened to his plan. Yeah, the ladder had been involved. Two other people, however, were not.

Above them, glass shatters.

'warning, maybe!?'

'oops. careful, there's glass.'

Jeremy's voice is no longer directly above them. Instead, it comes from one story up and a little to the left. So they've broken into an apartment. Sure, add breaking and entering to the list of charges, that sounds great. But Matt and Trevor follow, because there's not really another option.

Inside the apartment, Jeremy's mask is gone. The suit is quickly disappearing as well, revealing a rather boring outfit of a white tank top and...sweatpants? The true mystery lies in where the cowboy hat has gone to, because that's a hard item to miss.

'do we really have time for this? don't you think someone might, oh, i don't know, wake up and call the cops?'

Trevor doesn't mean to hiss, it's just that he's sure there's more pressing matters to attend to than an outfit change. Continuing to flee, perhaps.

'nobody's gonna wake up.'

They don't even have the wherewithal to lower their voice. It registers to Trevor that Jeremy's bag and gun are missing as well. Had they dropped them on the way up? It was certainly possible. Trevor thinks he would have noticed a gun flying past his head, but there's a lot going on.

'can we maybe not kill anyone? he brought up a good point with that felony murder thing.'

It's the most words Matt has strung together since he'd shown up. It's damn near a whisper, but at least it's progress.

'i'm not- god, can you two shut up? i gotta make a phone call.'

Jeremy yanks the door open, hand carefully wrapped in the fabric of their shirt. For a moment, Trevor thinks they're leaving and steps forward to follow Jeremy. Instead, Jeremy turns and heads toward the kitchen, pulling open a drawer and digging inside it briefly. They come back with a cell phone.

Something dawns on Trevor.

'is this- do you live here? did you break your own window?'

Jeremy doesn't answer. They put the phone to their ear.

'you're gonna wanna hide whatever you've got. and try not to look like you just climbed in through a window.'

And then-

'hello? yes, hi, i'd like to report a break in, i think? i was hearing a bunch of sirens and then i don't know what happened but some guy just broke my window? he ran through and i just- my friends and i are really scared and we didn't know what to do- yes, we're ok, he's gone, but we- you'll send someone? ok, thank you. the address? oh, uh, it's the del perro heights building, apartment 7. should i shut the door? no, don't touch anything. ok- guys, don't touch anything, she said someone's on their way to check on us! thank you so much- no, i think we'll be fine. thank you.'

It's a marvelous performance. Jeremy genuinely sounds like some poor flustered victim of a crime. Trevor would applaud if he thought Jeremy would appreciate it. Almost immediately, their voice is back to normal.

'check things out my ass. they're gonna show up, ask which way he went and never call me again. feel real fuckin safe.'

Jeremy settles themself onto the couch, choosing the spot closest to the door. Matt, who has apparently gotten over his initial terror, wanders into the kitchen. Searching for something to distract himself, if Trevor had to guess. Trevor is still standing in the middle of the living room, dumbfounded. How did a simple robbery become hanging out with other robbers, waiting for cops to show up?

'i'm jeremy, by the way. they won't ask, but y'know. just in case.'

They're flipping channels on the tv, seeming to arbitrarily skip almost a dozen programs. Finally, they settle on one and stand. Trevor recognizes it as an old Disney movie, and desperately wants to ask why the fuck Jeremy has put this on.

'uh, hi. i'm trevor. why are we watching Mulan?'

'matt. oh hell yeah, i love this movie!'

He sounds remarkably cheerful, considering the circumstances. How Trevor had seemingly switched places with Anxious McGee is beyond him. He needs to get it together. He pulls his gun from his pocket and takes it to the kitchen, sticking it in the drawer Jeremy had taken the phone from. There are several other phones of varying price point. He steps back to the living room just in time.

'that's why.'

They don't elaborate. Apparently Trevor is meant to just figure this out on his own, which ordinarily he might be able to do. After the course of events of this particular evening? Not a chance.

But he can't ask, because now there's a cop in the doorway and he's staring at Trevor and that will never be a good thing. Trevor stares back. He has no clue what he's meant to say. Hello? Welcome? He went that way?

'oh thank god! we've been so terrified, we didn't know if he'd come back or what he'd do.'

Naturally, Jeremy has taken lead on this. They're a phenomenal actor, Trevor has to admit.

'did you see which direction he went?'

'toward the stairs, i think. we've all been rooted to the spot, you know, it's so scary-'

Matt freezes in the doorway of the kitchen. He's just out of the view from the front door.

'right, well. you boys did the right thing by calling. can you give me a description of the man?'

The corner of Jeremy's mouth quirks.

'gosh, it all just happened so fast. taller than me, probably, but shorter than you, wouldn't you say, trey?'

Trevor nods, because he's not quite sure what else to do.

'alright, thank you. someone will be in touch with you for an official statement. in the meantime, if you remember anything else don't hesitate to call.'

He's holding a card out to Trevor, of all people. He takes it carefully, like if he does it wrong somehow the guy will know and arrest them all. The card is simply the number for a tip line.

As suddenly as he'd arrived, the cop is gone and they're all breathing sighs of relief. Jeremy closes the door.

'you guys can stay for Mulan, if you want.'

So they do.

Trevor asks about why Mulan again, and Jeremy explains that they assume most people have seen it, could answer any questions about it if they came up. Perhaps, if LSPD officers were less incompetent, they would have. Although if that were the case, they wouldn't be LSPD officers at all.

Matt asks about the window, and Jeremy says yes, they did break their own window. Of course they'd had an actual plan when they'd entered the alley. They were always going to end up exactly here, give or take the extras. Asking for a plan was simply a test, determining the merit in bring them along. They'd passed.

Jeremy asks if they want to stay for Mulan II, which is apparently up next. They do.

Somewhere in Los Santos, in the early morning hours of a Wednesday, three convenience stores are recovering from three separate robberies. Right in the middle of them all, their respective robbers are sitting on a couch together, watching a straight to video children's film.

It is the beginning of something far greater than any of them can imagine.

#is this dumb? maybe. did i have way too much fun writing it? absolutely.#is this how any of this would go irl? god no. is it still fun? hell yeah.#fahc #fake ah crew #ks writes

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megsbr · 4 years

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𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, charlie gillespie

inspired by Behind The Band episode 3

pairings: Charlie Gillespie x fem!Reader words: 2,003

masterlist = taglist

“Alright you guys remember, you are gonna be singing a lot more over the next few days. So please, take care of your voices, you guys.” The band was finishing up their first day of recording the album and Kenny was giving them instruction to follow. “This means to limit the singing at home, watch what you're eating, and maybe even talk a lot less the next coming days.”

This came as a surprise to all four of the members as they didn’t realize how many rules came with recording an album, except maybe Jeremy since he’s recorded music before. But they all reluctantly agreed to Kenny and the producer’s terms and headed home for the day. The first day of recording was so exciting for all of the band but Charlie particularly felt like he just experienced the coolest thing ever. Being in a professional studio with the mics and headphones felt so surreal and he couldn’t wait to come back tomorrow.

But he knew that he had to take Kenny’s warning seriously. After Madison, Charlie sang the most in the show and he had so many songs to get done. Charlie also knew that he was someone who talked a lot and wasn’t very good at getting to the point. If he had to take days off from singing because he messed up his voice, he would push the whole recording back and cause everyone to fall behind.

After saying their goodbyes to everyone, Charlie headed back to his shared apartment with Owen. Despite the day being so exciting, it was also exhausting and Charlie couldn’t wait to get back to his bed and cuddle with his girlfriend who had come to stay with them for a few days. She is only able to stay a few days at a time because of her job back home in LA but she visits as often as she can ever since Charlie moved out to Vancouver for boot camp and eventually for filming.

“Welcome home you guys!” Y/N’s voice came screaming from the kitchen as soon as Owen pushed open the door, Charlie slowly trudging behind him due to how tired he was. Neither one of the boys yelled hello back like they normally did but instead opted for just entering the kitchen and sending her a wave. Owen began to down a water bottle as he exited the kitchen, mumbling something about taking a shower. Charlie walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned over to place his head on her shoulder. “So how was the first day of recording?” Y/N asked as she continued to stir the pasta that was cooking on the stove. She knew the boys would be too tired to make anything themselves and she wanted them to have a nice dinner waiting for them after a long day.

“It was amazing.” Charlie slightly buried his head more into her neck while tightening his hold on her waist.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Y/N laughed because last night before they fell asleep and then first thing this morning Charlie couldn’t shut up about how excited he was. The smile never left his face and he never kept both feet on the ground because he was jumping around too much. “I thought you’d run in here and start rambling off about how cool it all was.”

“It was, babe. It was so cool.” It could have been because he couldn’t talk that much or because of how drained he was, or a combination of both, but these short and vague answers were all Charlie could muster up. When Y/N put down the spoon she was stirring with, she placed her arms on top of the ones that were holding her waist. She then started to ever so slightly sway left and right as she continued to watch the pot of water boil.

“Then why do you sound so defeated bubs?” She brought her voice to more of a whisper to match Charlie’s. She felt his breath on her neck as he let out a soft sigh.

“I was told to limit my talking. Save my voice.” Y/N smiled as she could sense the small amount of disappointment in Charlie’s voice. She knew there was nothing he wanted to do more right now than tell her every single that happened today. “I’m also super tired.”

“Well bubs, why don’t you go take a nap? It will distract you from talking and you need it after your long day.” She turned around in Charlie’s arms lifting her own to wrap them around his neck. He picked his head up and opened his eyes to be met with hers, looking up at him with so much love and worry. “I’ll come to wake you up when it’s time to eat something.” Charlie just sent her a small smile as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling her close to give her a tight hug.

Y/N hugged back with just as much strength before pushing him away and sending him in the direction of his bedroom, shaking her head as he shuffled across the floor, too tired to pick up his feet. After a few minutes by herself, Owen appeared back in the kitchen to make some small talk. He explained he didn’t have to follow as many rules since he doesn’t sing as many parts. The two finished up the dinner together enjoying each other’s company and making jokes about how quiet and peaceful it was in the apartment with Charlie’s usual screaming and running around.

Y/N plated up three portions of pasta, handing one to Owen who took it into his room and then grabbing the other two herself. She carried the plates into Charlie’s room, her heart melting at the sight in front of her. Charlie was curled up on the bed, the blanket pulled up to his chin, and held tightly to his chest. His lips were slightly parted as he let out small breaths with an occasional quiet snore and his face was relaxed. Y/N quietly walked across the room and placed the plates of food on the table before slowly climbing onto the bed. She then ever so slightly began to trace her fingers across Charlie’s face, the faint tickle beginning to wake him up. He suddenly woke up and lifted his hands to rub his eyes as he let out a large yawn. Y/N giggled at the scene, his whole demeanor reminding her of a puppy getting woken up.

“I was waking you up to eat. Here you go.” Y/N turned to her side to grab one of the plates as Charlie was still rubbing his eyes but began sitting up in bed, leaning on the headboard. A smile appeared on Charlie’s face as he took hold of the plate. His eyes got wide, as wide as his stomach apparently, as he began to scarf down the noodles. Hearing her giggles next to him, Charlie turned his head and opened his mouth to say thank you but immediately remembered he couldn’t talk which caused a pout to appear on his face. “Don’t worry bubs, I know you really wanna talk. And you are welcome for the food.”

Y/N pulled out a tissue from the box they had next to the bed and turned to Charlie to wipe some of the sauce off his cheeks. He playfully pushed her hand way, pouting even more because she knew that it made him feel like a baby. But it also made him feel loved and taken care and he secretly loved it but Charlie would never admit that.

“You know, I should be taking advantage of you having to stay quiet these next few days.” Charlie sent her his big puppy dog eyes, worried that she would do just that. He hated not being able to talk to her about his day or sing to her sleep tonight, especially since she will only be here a few days and he knew as soon as she was gone being quiet would be even more painful. “But don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll even stay quiet with you bubs.” Y/N grabbed her plate of food after reaching over to pull her laptop onto her lap. She was quick to pull up the downloaded files of FRIENDS that she had saved.

Immediately perking up at the show selection, Charlie took control of the laptop and picked a random episode from his favorite season. He placed the laptop back in between the two of them as Y/N scooted closer to Charlie and slightly leaned her body against his. Charlie placed his plate on his lap and only ate with one hand available so he could wrap his left arm around Y/N. The two hummed along to the theme song when it came on and they both tried their best to go along with the claps but were completely offbeat since they had to be careful of the plates on their laps.

They got through a few episodes before they decided to call it a night as it has begun to get pretty dark out and they both knew Charlie had to be up early again tomorrow. Y/N took the plates that had been completely licked clean, something Charlie always did because he believed in ‘not wasting food’, and put them in the sink, deciding to put off cleaning them till tomorrow. Walking back into Charlie’s bedroom, Y/N changed into something comfy to sleep in while Charlie scrolled through his phone. She eventually was ready for bed and she climbed back in next to Charlie as he put his phone down and went to wrap himself back into the covers. But before Y/N could join him in the blanket cocoon, Charlie stopped her.

“Check your phone.” He whispered, his eyes darting between Y/N and her phone sitting on the table next to the bed. She went to ask why but he shook his head and waved his hand in the air in the direction of her phone. Knowing to not question Charlie, Y/N reached over to pick up her phone, seeing a notification on her screen. She unlocked it and went to her messages to see a text from Charlie himself. She turned her head and sent a confused look his way. All he did was send a smile back and nod his head down, wanting her to read it.

From: Charlie <3 obviously i can’t talk a lot but i wanna say i love you so much and thank you for always taking care of me. and sticking beside me during these crazy few weeks of filming and stuff. i don’t know what I would do without you.

A few tears appeared in Y/N’s eyes as she read the sweet message on her screen. When she finished she turned to see Charlie staring at her with his big, bright eyes and the smallest smile, awaiting her response. Y/N placed her hand on the side of Charlie’s face and he turned slightly into it and placed two small kisses on her palm.

“You’re welcome bubs. I know how hard you are working on this project and I can’t wait to see it all pay off. And I love you too, so much.” She leaned forward to give him a real kiss, their first one today since he rushed out the door this morning. Charlie smiled into the kiss, showing that her response was what he was hoping to hear. They both pulled away after a few seconds and sent each one more soft smile before finally getting comfortable in the piles of blankets and pillows. Charlie reached over to turn off the lamp, darkness taking over the room as they found their respective spots back in each other’s embrace.

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Summary: A recent change in your shift allows for you to have lunch with Michael at his brand new dealership.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Swearing. I think that’s about it.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This idea came to me recently today lol. We all know Michael Langdon isn’t a stranger to a little office sex. I imagined this one with F&R Michael. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael walked around his dealership, hands clasped behind his back as he silently studied his employees at work. Not wanting Michael to always stress over his job as the anti-Christ, you convinced him to pursue something else that he was interested in. Why not start a business, he had thought. He decided that he would own a decent sized car lot, divided into 3 sections; luxury, middle-class, and pre-owned vehicles. The business took off well as he constantly won awards throughout the year whether it be for most sales or outstanding customer service.

He could feel the eyes burning into him as he walked passed, from employees and customers alike. He knew he was attractive. He knew that some of his workers wanted to screw him, but he paid their nasty thoughts no mind. He dressed in all black as usual. A black button up shirt that hugged his figure perfectly, tight black jeans, sporting the Michael Kors belt you had gotten him for his birthday, and his favorite pair of black dress shoes to go with it. He never went anywhere without wearing the platinum chain, which proudly displayed his last name, around his neck. That was also a gift from you.

His hands shifted behind his back and his thumb brushed against his wedding band, causing him smile a little bit as he finished walking the floor, returning to his office and taking a seat at his desk. He looked down at the wedding band, reminding himself of the passionate encounter that the two of you had shared a few nights ago.

"Michael..." you whispered against his lips as he lay comfortably between your legs.

"Hmm, my love?" he questioned, his blue eyes meeting yours, his lips not moving an inch away from yours.

"I want you to wear your ring while you make love to me. I want to see it. I want to be reminded of your commitment to me." He smiled against your lips because funny enough, it was something he always thought of too. Normally he would take it off to avoid it flying off his finger due to any sudden hand movements while the two of you got lost in each other.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"I have your weekly sales report, Mr. Langdon." his lovely Ms. Mead said, walking into his office and gently placing the folder on his desk. He smiled warmly at her, taking a bite of his now cold bagel before moving the folder closer to him. It was only right that he made her head of the financials. She was so good with numbers and always had Michael's files correctly placed together.

"Now you know you don't have to call me that." he said to her. "Michael, Mike, even son, works just fine for me."

"I know." she said. "But we're in your place of business, my dear. I will always address you with respect."

"You're too good to me, you know that?" All she could do was smile. "Took care of me when no one else would, never left my side, always provided for me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough." She was going to say something else when Michael's front desk receptionist walked into his office, his shirt drenched in coffee.

"Jeremy what the fuck happened to you?"Michael questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as one of his first impression's of his establishment was now completely a mess. "You can't fucking greet people like that. What type of business do you think I'm running here?"

"There's a woman, in the lobby." he began, out of breath. "She keeps demanding that I direct you to her office and that she's your wife. I think she's crazy, but I tried letting her know that you're a very busy man and that she'd have to call in advance to meet with you, but she wouldn't take no for an answer." A smile crept its way across Michael's face as he snapped his fingers, restoring Jeremy's outfit back to its original state. Yup. That was you.

"Yeah, that sounds like my wife." Michael said, grinning alongside Ms. Mead. "Perhaps you should of listened to her the first time."

"But sir, I was just trying to-,"

"Ah ah. I've heard enough. Walk her back here and make sure you get nothing else thrown on you for the rest of the day or your fired. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremy said lowly, turning to exit Michael's office and get you.

"These fucking new hires, huh?" Michael questioned, looking at Ms. Mead.

"You let Jeff and Mutt do the hiring when you really should pass that job along to Gallant. He would make sure the right people were working here."

"That he would. That he would..." Michael agreed, rubbing underneath his chin. And then you walked into the room. With a recent shift change, you now got off at 2PM, which means you were able to meet Michael for his lunches that he took at 2:30. He stared at you, smiling devilishly, running his fingers across his bottom lip.

"You're lucky I don't fire you my fucking self." you said to Jeremy as he escorted you in.

"My apologies, Mrs. Langdon." he said, with his head low.

"Yeah, whatever. You can get out now." He wasted no time, quickly leaving the room, accidentally bumping into the side of the door, causing the 3 of you to giggle. "Ugh, Michael, don't tell me you're still chewing on that bagel I sent you to work with." You walked over to his desk, engulfing Ms. Mead into a tight hug, which she gladly returned before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll leave you two, to it." she said, giving Michael a nod before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Why so bossy today?" Michael questioned, sitting up in his chair and resting his hands on his desk, admiring your unique figure.

"Between work today and your stupid front desk agent, I'm just ready to eat lunch with you and for you to come home."

"It was that bad today?"

"If I could throw my computer out of the window with no consequences, I would." Michael chuckled, grabbing his bag of Panera Bread. You knew his favorite. Turkey Bacon Bravo, with avocado, extra, extra, avocado. Cheddar Broccoli soup and a Coke.

"You and me both, my Queen." Michael grabbed a remote, the one that control the shades in his office. He lowered them, half way, just so that no one walking by would be able to peak in at the two of you. "Staying with me until I get off at 5 or do you just want to take my car and go home and then come back for me?”

"You know I am. I've missed you terribly today."

"Is that why my front desk boy ended up covered in coffee?" The two of you looked at each other with a grin. "A temper just like mine. Mrs. Langdon, I love it, just as much as I love you."

"I love you too." you responded. "My temper is how I keep things in order."

"Mmmm." Michael hummed. "Tell me about it."

After lunch, Michael returned to his duties, going over his sales reports, moving things where they needed to go, and sending out emails and reminders. You loved watching him work. You loved how fast his fingers moved a crossed the keys and how his gaze never broke away from the task at hand. You were mainly focused on his outfit choice for today. You had no idea he would be leaving the house in an outfit that pointed out ALL of his features. Though he was soft, you could still see the full outline of his length through his jeans when he sat down. His chest, outlined against his shirt perfectly, you could just make out his nipples. The size of Michael's thighs drove you insane, that you couldn't help but come over in the chair you were sitting in and start rubbing them.

His focus still didn't break and while you knew he preferred to stay focused on his work, today it didn't seem like he cared. He allowed you to rub his thigh, his breathing slightly increasing as he typed up a inventory report. When he paused for a moment, wanting to crack his knuckles, you took the opportunity to spin his chair around so that it was facing you. The both of you immediately made eye contact, but no words were spoken. You could read his face and he could read yours. You were both on on the same page. He grabbed another remote, this time the stereo remote, turning it on, leaving the music at a reasonable volume.

Your hands were already fumbling with his belt as you got it unclasped. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans, Michael kicking off his shoes and moving them to the side. You pulled them down, bringing his boxers down with his, revealing his semi-hard cock. And all you did was touch him. You knew how much Michael craved you, both intimately and non-intimately. He was weak underneath your touch most of the time. You got on your knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as you slowly took him into your mouth. He let out a Godly sigh, leaning his head back as you got to work on him.

"Ssssh." you said, popping him out of your mouth. "It seems to be a busy day for you. You don't want your customers to know what's going on behind your office doors do you?"

"And what if I do?" Michael questioned, his cock twitching from missing your mouth.

"Well let's pretend you don't. No noises. Can you do that for me, daddy?" Michael's jaw clenched at the name and he bit his lip slightly. Silent Michael was sight to see. While extremely audible Michael was one of your favorites, nothing beat looking up at him and watching as he expressed his pleasure with his face and body.

You took him back into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down on his length. Michael's jaw dropped. He desperately wanted to moan. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel, but he kept it quiet. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He didn't bother to take it off, his chest and torso for the most part exposed, his chain landing perfectly in the middle of chest. You licked up and down the sides of his shaft, using your hand to stroke circles around his spit glazed tip. The sound of the wetness drove the both of you crazy. Your own arousal soaked through your panties.

Putting him back in your mouth, you sucked on just his tip, using both of your hands to stroke the rest of his length. Looking up at him, he looked so beautiful. He was breathing heavily as he peered back down at you, running his hand through his hair, his hips starting to thrust upwards in your hand to try and match your pace. His foot found its way between your legs and using his big toe, he slowly rubbed it across your clit, causing you to moan lowly around him, the vibrations ripping through him.

You were sucking faster now, moving your hands faster. He gripped both sides of his office chair, before deciding to let them go, wanting his hands wrapped up in your hair instead. You moved your hands, knowing what he was wanting to do. Welcoming it. And you loved watching him do it too. His thrusts in your mouth started off slow and gently, before they became rough and fast. You looked up at Michael again, who was now breathing so rapidly you thought that maybe he could be hyperventilating. You could see him mouthing the word fuck over and over and over.

He stood up abruptly, pulling you up with him before smashing his lips onto yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, the two of you fighting for dominance. He was quick to rid you of your clothes before pulling his shirt all the way off. With a quick wave of his hand, everything that was now on his desk, was on his office sofa, neatly stacked so that he could return to it lately. He picked you up, setting you down on his desk.

"Now can you do the same for me?" he asked, quickly sliding into you, catching you off guard. Sensing your impending loud moan he quickly put a hand over your mouth. "No noises yes? Or I'll stop and we'll have to finish this at home." You nodded against his hand and he slowly moved in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You pulled him by the back of his neck, closer to you, putting your lips directly against his ear. His hands roamed all over you, squeezing your breasts, playing with your nipples as he gradually increased the pace at which he fucked you. Your hands travelled up and down his back when suddenly he grabbed them, pinning them above your head.

You swore the desk was inching farther and farther away from the area it resided in as he now pounded into you relentlessly and you could help but let out a cry of pleasure, or at least you tried to, but Michael knew you all to well. He used his powers to keep you quiet, your mouth wanting to make noise, but nothing but breaths and pants coming out.

"Poor, girl." Michael said between breaths. "Dishing out challenges you can't even do yourself. Now look, I have to use my powers to keep your mouth shut. Pathetic. You enjoy being my little office toy?" You nodded vigorously. Not only had your shift change allowed you to have lunch with Michael, but it was just the fact that you were now able to spend the rest of his work filled day with him, sex or no sex.

"That's what I thought." he continued, his pounding becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his climax, you not following too far behind. When he let your hands go, they immediately found their way to his hair, giving it a sharp tug to which he inhaled sharply to stop himself from cursing. You grabbed him by his throat, pulling him back down towards you as you neared your orgasm, foreheads pressed against each other with nothing but pure love and lust in the both of your eyes.

You let go first, squirming violently against Michael, who sloppily kissed you following his own release shortly after, breathing and panting loudly in each other's mouths. You both rode out your orgasms until the pleasure was completely gone.

"This shift change is going to be so much fun." Michael said as he rested his face in your neck.

"So much fun, Mr. Langdon. So much fun." you said back.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @theneverendinghunger

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader

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3! 4! 7! (for the prompts yo) .... oh. and. kandreil. (duh)

Be GAY do CRIME, on a violently orange yacht. Oh, and they kiss for the FIRST TIME 😘 For Kandreil!

This is my first Intentional Kandreil y'all (as opposed to like.. the three Accidental Kandreil I've done so far), I hope I don't fuck it up for you XD

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"Kevin I swear if you peak I am going to go leak those photos of you from last Halloween."

Kevin snorted at Neil's empty threat, though he dutifully kept his eyes closed, letting Andrew tug him out of the car and lead him down what felt like a wooden walkway. A deck, maybe. Or a pier, Kevin thought as he registered the smell and sound of water, the squawking of gulls above and around them.

"Even if you did, no one would believe they were real."

"I'd leak them right to the Trojans." The laughter in Neil's voice warmed something right in the center of Kevin's chest. It wasn't so long ago that Neil was so... terrifyingly cold. He'd joined them as a rebellion against his father, the bogeyman of the east coast and loyal lapdog to the Ravens - who were the direct rivals to Kevin's much smaller, much wilder group of Foxes. But whereas the Ravens were a legit syndicate that dealt with such things like human trafficking and heavy drugs, the Foxes were a group of barely-organized criminals that mostly just liked to say 'fuck you' to the laws they didn't agree with.

The problem? The laws the Foxes didn't agree with tended to be the ones that directly benefitted the Ravens' front businesses. After all, the Ravens controlled several of the biggest corporations in the country, and they were regularly stepping all over average folks, ruining their lives.

Every member of the Foxes had, in some way, been hurt by the Ravens. They were all determined to get back at them in whatever ways possible. Sometimes that meant framing their executives for fraud. Sometimes that meant blowing up a few buildings. They were a multi-talented group.

The Trojans were a similar group of not-quite-but-still-criminals based on the west coast, and they'd combined forces a few times by now. They also were pros at anything that had to do with the internet. If Neil wanted to make something go viral, the Trojans were definitely the place to go to.

"Jeremy would never help you soil my good name."

"Jeremy would think it is hilarious, do not fool yourself, Day." Andrew's tone was dry and deceptively uninterested, but Kevin knew him well enough by now to hear the amusement hidden between the carefully articulated syllables.

Kevin rolled his eyes while still keeping them dutifully closed. He didn't bother to hide his smile though, knowing the other two would see it and not really caring that they would. It was kind of strange to think of, honestly - that he was here, comfortable being led around with his eyes closed, smiling without care. It was because of these two men, and that... that warmed something inside him. Made it glow. Made it blossom. Made it live.

"Okay, alright. Kevin, you may open your eyes." Neil's grin was audible in his voice, and it was the first thing that Kevin saw when he opened his eyes.

The second thing he saw, though, was the absolutely impossible-to-ignore explosion of orange directly behind him.

"What the actual fuck?" Kevin half-spluttered, but he was grinning, too. He could feel it. One did not look at a violently orange yacht and not grin. He laughed. "This is my surprise? You saw an orange yacht in the marina and had to show... me..." His voice drifted off, distracted and confused as he saw the name of the boat in sharp white script along the side.

The Brightest Day

"Neil?" Kevin blinked, and something giddy bubbled up right below his throat, catching and fizzing. He had to swallow it down, and it took effort to do so, especially as he saw the warm, pleased look on Neil's face, then turned to see a similar expression on Andrew's.

To see a similar expression on Andrew's face.

Kevin stared, because Andrew... Andrew wasn't one to emote. Even when it was just two of them, or the three of them. Even after all they'd been through. Kevin and Neil had learned to find the truths hidden behind his sturdy walls, to accept what Andrew was willing to give them when and however that may be.

And here was Andrew, in the open, looking at him with an almost-smile on his face and an expression in those natures-gold eyes that was unmistakably fond.

Kevin had to take a breath, and he wasn't at all surprised to feel it shake. Rough, strong fingers slipped between his own and Kevin looked over to see Neil's expression had shifted to understanding. If anyone would ever know what Kevin was feeling, how he was feeling it, at any given time, it was Neil. They were so similar in the way they processed the world, and how they appreciated the small gifts they were granted in a life that had been too dark and too unforgiving for far too long.

Andrew's smile was one of those gifts. Arguably, it was the grandest of all.

"Come on you idiots," Andrew sighed as he turned to walk up the short ramp already positioned to bring them onto the boat.

Without further word, and without unlacing their fingers from each other, Kevin and Neil followed Andrew up the ramp and onto the yacht. Something struck Kevin as inexplicably right about that. After all - no matter where any one of them went, the other two were sure to follow, hand in hand.

And when they needed to face a challenge they would face it hand in hand in hand.

"I don't understand," Kevin finally said as Andrew lead them across the deck. "The Foxes don't have the resource to --"

"It did not come out of the Foxes' coffers," Andrew cut him off. He nodded to the menace still holding Kevin's hand. "It came out of Neil's."

Kevin turned to Neil, staring at him in open shock. "You bought the Foxes a boat?"

Neil snorted. "No. I bought you a boat." He paused, then looked from Kevin to Andrew and something passed between them. Some kind of understanding, or agreement. Andrew stepped away from where he'd been about to lead them to the interior of the boat, instead joining the two of them. Once he had, Neil looked back at Kevin and said, "I bought us a boat."

It took a moment. Kevin wasn't stupid, but he also had never expected... This thing, this connection or relationship or whatever that was between the three of them - Kevin wasn't sure it would ever be defined and he had come to terms with that months ago. If they went on forever just being Kevin and Andrew and Neil, just as they were right now with no changes - he would be okay with that. As long as he always had these two men in his life, everything else, he decided, would work itself out.

"Us," Kevin said slowly, testing the word, making sure it really meant what he thought it meant.

"Yes," Andrew said. "Us."

And that... that was really all that needed to be said, wasn't it? At least he thought so, up until Neil tugged on his hand, bringing him a bit closer to the both of them, and said, "Kevin, can I kiss you?"

"Yes!" The word burst out before Kevin really made the decision to answer or even necessarily registered the question. A soft huff came from Andrew that might have been a laugh, but Kevin wasn't able to fully catch it when Neil was already pulling him down.

Neil smiled into the kiss. He kissed him slowly, with a graze of teeth and a hum of adventure. He kissed him like it was just the beginning. He kissed him like he knew it was a first kissed but by far would not be the last. Confident, pleased, satisfied.

Blood was pounding in Kevin's ears so hard he could taste the tremble of his own heart on the tip of his tongue, and when the kiss broke he gasped, already leaning in for more. This time, Neil was not the only one smiling.

By the time the kiss ended, they were no longer holding hands. Instead, Kevin had an arm wrapped around Neil's shoulders, keeping him tugged as close as possible, the other hand resting on the side of his neck. Neil was similarly wrapped around his waist and he was still smiling. Kevin rested his forehead against Neil's, then turned to look at Andrew to find the other man was watching them with heat and affection burning in his eyes.

"Andrew," Kevin said, and his voice rasped. He didn't say the words, but only because he was too high on Neil's fire to put the syllables together right now.

Andrew answered anyway, because he knew Kevin well enough to know exactly what question he was trying to ask.

"Yes," he said. And if Neil's kiss was fire and satisfaction, Andrew's was the ocean and determination. Andrew kissed him like he was going to carve his intentions on his bones. He kissed like he was going to take Kevin apart one sigh and tough at a time and Kevin melted into it, more than happy to yield to the power of that kiss. Anyone who lives near the sea would tell you the same - you don't fight the waves, you let them carry you - and that was exactly what Kevin did.

Neil's hand was stroking up and down his spine. Andrew's was cupped around the back of his neck. When the kiss broke, that hand squeezed firmly, then pulled him just a bit further down so Andrew could place one more kiss on his forehead before he turned to Neil.

Something perfect and delicate and yet, at the same time, positively indestructible filled Kevin up to the brim as he watched the way Andrew cupped Neil's face, the way Neil leaning into that touch, the way fire and ocean wave met in a promise while still in the circle of Kevin's arms. And finally, finally, Kevin had a word for it - for the feeling he got when he was with these two beautiful, thrilling, amazing men.

And it was, quite simply, home.

#asks #aftg #aftg prompts #kandreil #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard #first kiss #they are IN LOVE #zan my dear this is for you #i hope you like it <3

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Can I just ask how you make your ocs interesting? I’m trying to make my own Twst oc and he’s going to be a big eater himself, so what qualities could I give him to make him seem interesting?

Ooooh...okay, this is a HARD one to answer. So...buckle in, this will proooobably be long. 'XD First and foremost...I never SET OUT to make my characters "interesting." If...that makes sense? Here's the thing about writing advice from me: I'm bad at it. LOL It's not like writing is easy for me (it REALLY isn't) and it's not like there aren't certain things I try to keep in mind and ideas and concepts and even rules I follow...it's just that, in the moment of creating a character, I'm usually just...creating a character. And how that happens can work in a variety of different ways. Also, what makes a character "interesting" can be so many different things. It's not like there's some magic wand of interesting-making-power that I have. So...I guess what I can tell you is that there are a few things I keep in mind when I'm making my own TW OCs. The main ones, that is - including my preds and Chief Jehan (since he's the only recurring non-pred OC I have in my gallery CURRENTLY; I have another I'm actually planning to write about after I finish Nakoda's next big work, WHICH WILL BE DONE, I PROMISE YOU). First of all, I don't know if your OC is a TRUE OC or based on a Disney character. There are, of course, original characters in TW: Jack doesn't seem to come from anywhere specific, and it's hard to tell with several other characters. For example, most of the Heartslabyul students are clearly based on the Card Guards from Alice in Wonderland, but those characters in the film (and book) are really one solid unit, so they really do come across as original characters with a Card Guard motif beyond anything else. If your character is purely original, all you have to do is make sure they fit the style of this universe. If your OC is - as all of mine so far, and most in general, tend to be - a reimagining of a popular Disney Villain or other Disney Character, then you first have to look at what makes this villain who they are. All of the Night Raven students who are based on such characters - and that is the vast majority of them - have the sort of creative DNA of those characters in their personalities, motivations, and even appearance. Even with someone like Idia, there's a little something of Hades there; Leona takes a LOT from Scar; Azul goes in a somewhat different direction from Ursula (he's more like Mephistopheles or an old-time-gangster), but the basic idea of his modus operandi and elements of his look are found with her, as well. See what elements you think are most important to keep or throw out. And you WILL have to throw stuff out: the Disney Villains are usually pure evil. That's part of their appeal. Very few of them have much empathy or sympathy, what makes them interesting is usually just how much they ENJOY what they do, and how creatively they're handled, and how delectably they're voiced. No one watches Scar kill his own brother and try to murder a small child and thinks he's in the right; that's about the point where we stop finding him funny and instead think he's a right old git. But OH, how we love watching "Be Prepared," how we love seeing him toy with and tease people, and how we relish how much FUN Jeremy Irons is clearly having with every SYLLABLE of his dialogue. With Twisted Wonderland, the whole point of the "villains" of Night Raven is they really aren't villains at all. They're not always good people, but they aren't always bad, either. They all have sad and sympathetic origin stories, they all have understandable reasons for why they do the terrible things they do, and we like to see how they learn from their mistakes and even become friends and helpers to us. They are rounded, flawed people, not demons or lost causes. Your OC should be the same: someone the audience can understand on a fundamental level and find a way to latch onto. These characters can be dangerous, at times downright evil, but they should also be characters we care about: that's a BIG part of their identity, pretty much universally. Going back to Scar: with Leona, the first big change for his character is that he

legitimately cares for his family. Yes, he's annoyed by his nephew, and yes, he resents his big brother, but he makes it clear (perhaps without trying to, because Chernabog forbid he ADMITS having empathy) he does still love them. That, ultimately, above all else, is what separates him from his inspiration: Scar will kill and backstab anyone and enjoy it. Leona still has the capacity to care about other living creatures. Find what makes your inspiration tick, and then "twist" it up: if they're greedy, WHY are they greedy? If they're gluttons, is there anything you can add to that? If you can't find a way to justify your character, then you should probably consider trying a different one. Also, do try to stick with Disney characters. I guess there's nothing to say you can't do other franchises and such, but it feels like cheating to me to include non-Disney properties in a place like this. Then again, Disney freaking owns HALF THE BLOODY PLANET at this point, so that won't be too hard, I guess. :P Anyway...one last word of note: one very hard part is finding a way to make your character unique. I've come to find people have actually made a few different Kaa OCs, but none are the same as Nakoda. If you're familiar with people doing a lot of different versions of the same character, then make sure you're doing something that is truly your own: don't just riff off of someone else's work. Nako may be based on the same character as some of those others, but he's aaallllll mine. If you're not aware of it...then don't worry about it! Don't look it up, don't be discouraged, don't fret! Trust me, the more you freak out about if other people have had the same idea, the less inclined you'll be to try, and/or the more influenced you'll be. Just do what YOU like best. On top of that, be careful your character isn't too similar to other characters within the TW universe: one of the reasons I haven't and likely may not ever make a Shere Khan OC is because, as of now, I don't really know what I'd do with Shere Khan that other characters don't already have, on several levels. I love Shere Khan - he's one of my favorite Furry Preds - but I don't know what I'd do to make him all my own and make him different from both the canon cast and the OCs I've already planned or created. Again, you want your character to stand out and be all your own, as well as fitting for this universe. After all that...it's all aesthetics. Their powers, their designs, their names...maybe you have those ideas first, maybe you don't know yet. It doesn't really matter where you start - Billy and Nako both started with plot concepts, Eli and Reno both started with a desire to make OCs based on certain characters - but the basic idea is, what makes a TW OC interesting is this blend of elements: they need to be unique, and they need to be understandable, and they need to fit the rules and ideas of this world. I could say SO much more, but this post is lengthy enough, and I'm under medication, so I've probably been rambling for too long as it is. 'XD If you have any other questions I can answer more easily, you're always welcome to send them along.

#ask #answer #twisted wonderland #ocs #disney #writing

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1ddotdhq · 4 years

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👋 Wed Aug 26 🎉

Aaaannnndddd we’re back! So, slow week, huh? Absolutely nothing has happened. Except, oh wait! We got an unreleased 1D song yesterday! Half The World Away (no, not the Oasis song) leaked yesterday, and it appears to be an old demo of a song written by Harry in 2013! This version is clearly Harry’s demo (Harry ft. One Direction, one commenter pointed out), but it’s a sweet song that fits perfectly in the Take Me Home Era.

Harry himself is still aggressively MIA, but he did take the time to go on Instagram and share resources as to how best to seek justice for Jacob Blake. Although! New show dates are out! He’s rescheduled some shows in Mexico for the beginning of November! Could this be the first of many new LATAM show dates? We shall see.

Louis is also super MIA (he might or might not be in the Caribbean, but he’s *definitely* been child-free this whole time). Although, David Dyson, Louis’ drummer since at least 2017, posted an instagram post of himself in Retreat Recording Studios two days ago (8/24) wearing a Harry Styles™ COVID T-Shirt, and he made sure to tag Harry in case we were on the fence about whose merch it is.

The BIG news of the day is GIGI’S PREGNANCY SHOOT!! She looks beautiful in black and white gossamer pictures on her own Instagram. Her captions read “growing and angel” and “Cherishing this time. Appreciate all the love & well wishes <3 will never forget creating these special images with my friends...thank you. I love you!”. She also dated one - the pictures were taken on 7/26/2020! She looks really pregnant, and, despite a few mean comments, the reaction has been mostly positive (as it should be!).The due date is meant to be sometime in september, and it might just be me but she seems to have been pregnant for a very long time now. I think that means that time no longer exists. Zayn has yet to say a word about it - although he always makes sure to support the boxing match of the day - but the pictures are out, and they’re great!

Liam’s show is in three days, and he went live to talk about it last Sunday, including a very special reaction of the boys dancing in the old days (“Quite the aggressive mob, it seems”). Since then, he’s making a push for his birthday show, which is looking to be really exciting, and *might* have a special tik tok guest in the form of Jeremy Lynch! And speaking of Jeremy Lynch, he and Liam will be doing tik tok song challenges, in which they cover the most recommended songs of Tik Tok. Sounds cool guys, might even be worth making a tik tok for (though probably not).

And speaking of Liam’s show: remember the form people filled out for a chance to meet Liam? Well if you purchased the $200 ticket, you also have a chance to be in a fan quiz with him! What does this entail? Liam will draw three names, and ask one fan’s question to another. There will be prizes, it will be virtual, and there seem to be no restrictions on the questions, although Liam’s team will be pre-picking the questions. What could go wrong? This does seem like a better set up than only giving people who have money access to Liam, which is...Not It, to be honest, but I suppose only time will tell.

Meanwhile, Niall has been active on Twitter, answering fans and assuring them that he and Lewis Capaldi are still friends despite not interacting publicly these last few months. (Can you believe that people can be friends without publicly interacting? Who would’ve thunk!). He’s also been showing off golf gift baskets (as well as some other fun gifts) on his Instagram! I never thought we’d see the day when Niall and Liam are the best influencers of the bunch, but here we are! He also did a joint interview with Ashe on Radio Disney, in which he confirms he is not a major tik tokker, but thought that Moral Of The Story was amazing. Niall and Ashe “get on like a house on fire” and the whole thing just “fell into place”. Awww #frienshipgoals.

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Unrequited Love

CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, human trafficking, amnesia, hot water burns, exhausted whumpee. Pretty mild one honestly. ^^

Ok i didn´t notice it before, but THIS is the corrected version. Idk what happened. Also taglist? I didn´t tag y´all???

Taglist: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker

During the party, Zarai had gotten the contact she needed to talk to Dune’s Ceo. Or at least the first of three people she needed to stablish contact to get to Gil Jefferson.

So while she was hopping around searching for the phone number of her client, asking for extensions and generally being absent, the whole team needed her approval to finish their jobs. So Albus was the one in charge now.

“Albus, can you check this out and tell me if its ok, please? Was a question he heard at least ten times a day now.

“Serra, talk to management on the next floor and tell them we need the results now” he would nod and fly downstairs.

“Serra I need your sign for this budget…” Zarai had given her authority to do that after Robert’s visit.

Any problem the marketing and development team had was managed by the albino with a few wretched nerves and increasing eye bags. Then he would inform an overly tired Zarai that everything was in order. But there was always a small mistake she would notice and make him fix in shouting everyone on the office was too surprised to never have seen Albus cry from.

Despite the shouting making it all the way to other side of the office, he simply remained calm, waited for her to finish and then apologized before going to fix it. He just continued to work efficiently. Until there were no mistakes to get yelled at.

Sometimes, one of the new trainees would ask him if he was alright, but he would look at them with a funny look and change the subject. If he was to be honest, he had fully expected to be properly punished when they were alone, at home. He was so grateful he could hang his role as Albus Serra for a moment and allow himself to be only Al, the pet who didn’t hide his collar.

He was bent over some newbie’s desk when he straigthened up with a smile “Now, you just need to click this button, and you will have the whole system on your drive in a few minutes”

The newbie looked at him with adoration “Thank you so much, mister Serra!” He had said with a gleam on his eyes that made him blush.

“Mister Serra, I’ve a few questions about the report I sent you” Albus trotted to the woman.

“Ah, yes. I checked and it’s looking fine. I already sent it so, dont worry about it and give a hand to Ryan, please” the woman blinked “I know it’s not part of your job but look at them…” he cocked his head to the glass covered office of five people laying over their desks, one fully crying and the other lost in infinity. “You’ve got a degree on computer engineering right? The development needs to find the exact problem today. Please lend them a hand”

“Yes, sir” she had answered before walking away. Albus froze for a moment. An strange feeling sitting on his stomach.

He didn’t have time to wonder what it was when he was called again.

—

Albus was staring at the ceiling, serving himself some coffee from the machine at Tony´s office when he blanked out for a second and heard the man yelp.

“Albus it´s spilling!” he shouted loud enough to make the boy react. His half open eyelids fixed on the cup and then on the floor before taking lots of paper and wiping the floor with it “I´m sorry! Imsorry,Imsorry,Imsorry” he muttered before the man grabbed his right wrist and pulled down his soaked sleeve to reveal a growing red spot “Dude you burnt yourself! Are you ok? Does it hurt?” he said lifting him up.

Albus head spinned wildly enough to make him stumble against a wall. The man passed an arm around his waist “Jesus, Albus, what´s wrong?” Albus groaned while rubbing his eyes with his other hand.

“I´m sorry, I´m just… I´m… I´m ok, it doesn´t hurt. I promise I´m sorry” he told the man as he put him down on his chair.

“Hey, hey, it´s ok, it´s just some bean water. Look at me” the boy pulled his red eyes to look at his friend “I´ll go get some ice to put on that, yeah? Sit here for a second” he waited until the boy nodded to walk out of the office. Albus stared at the disaster on the floor and felt horrible. He looked around and found some kleenex on the desk. He hoped he wouldn´t mind and started wiping the floor again.

“Mister Serra?” The trainee asked him outside the office. Albus looked up at him and then at the floor. “Mister Serra you´re green! Please lay down, I´ll call someone to clean that up” the boy trotted to help him sit on the chair again.

“i-it´s fine. I´m ok, Jeremy” he said feeling his head puffy. The boy left him there for a second and then leaned on the frame of the door.

“Lee, can you get me some chocolate from my backpack? Mister Serra isn´t feeling well!” he shouted as the boy shrank on his seat.

“Mister Serra? Does he need some water?” a feminine voice asked with a worried tone. Possibly the intern from last week he had to sign her papers for.

“Yeah! and get someone from cleaning!” Albus heard a reply and felt his cheeks burning as Jeremy knelt next to him.

“Thank you” he whispered to the blonde. He directed a genuine smile at the albino. “Mister Serra has helped me a lot since I got here. Please don´t thank me. It´s the least I can do for you, mister!” Albus felt himself sink into the chair further as Lee handed him Jeremy´s candy bar.

“You´re looking a little pale, mister” She said when he was about to take a bite. Jeremy was about to say something when he heard himself laugh. Lee smiled triumphantly.

“Still, mister, have you slept enough? I saw you doze off during the report meeting with the interns yesterday…” Jeremy continued, his cheeks burning red. Albus swallowed feeling guilty someone had seen him fighting to keep himself awake.

“Don´t fall off yet, soldier, we still got work to do” Sasha came inside the office with Tony behind her. He put the ice on his burnt hand and he didn´t even twitch. The four stared at him with worry. “Does it hurt?” Sasha asked him. Albus didn´t look up, only shrugged.

“Thanks Tony…Sorry for the mess” he apologized putting his hand away. He tried to stand up, but his legs refused to do so.

“Don´t mind it. But maybe you should stay here for a moment” He bit his lip.

“I still have work to do…” he tried to stand up, but Sasha pushed him back to the chair.

“Well, then it´s a good moment to just rely on us for help. You have that meeting with the trainees again don´t you?” he nodded slowly. “You two” she directed the trainees, who squared up instantly “Make a summary and send it to me before clocking out. I´ll make the paperwork and Tony will help with the mails” The boys both responded with “yes, ma´am” Albus jumped trying to stop her, but Sasha gave him a freezing look. “You rest here, workaholic. You trying to imitate Zarai with her unhealthy habits? Just eat your candy bar, boy”

“But we´ve got that meeting with…” she put Tony´s coat on his shoulders.

“You´re in no conditions to listen to old men talking about how far to the right a letter should be to increase sales a 10%” she rubbed his back before pulling away “Just sleep a bit yeah?” she silenced him.

He tugged the cozy coat over his shoulders close to him. Hiding his face with it. “Thank you…”

Sasha smiled and pulled everyone out of Tony´s office as the cleaning lady took care of the mess. Jeremy and Lee walked out the office wishing him to get better soon after leaving some more candy. He thanked them and saw them snickering to each other as they went out.

Albus pulled his knees close to his chest and the coat covered his back when he fell asleep against the desk.

Tony´s coat was warm.

—

He never mentioned it to Zarai, but when he was working at home that night, or well, the early morning of the next day, he received a photo from Tony.

It was him curled up into a ball in the chair with only his white hair sticking out of the brown coat.

“A wild tired cinnamon roll has appeared!” Tony wrote below it.

Sasha keysmashed and put lots of faces laughing.

Albus just shook his head and grinned before he continued working.

Didn´t stop until dawn when Zarai came in to tell him they were leaving in a few minutes.

He arrived to the office with the same exhausted face from yesterday but when he came out, Lee was there with a coffee on her hands.

“Jeremy sends you this sir” she said to the mute boy.

“I…uh…thank you, Lee” he said as he shifted the coffee cup and saw it had a number and a smiley face. He looked up at her with his cheeks fired up. “Uh…”

Lee simply walked away before he could say anything.

He showed it to Tony and Sasha at lunch and snickered to the other “Aren´t you popular, boy! I´ve also had girls ask me for your number!” Tony howlered

“What?” Sasha grinned as he blushed

“But you´re taken already aren´t you? With that freckled boy you always talking about”

“Sann?” Albus widened his eyes. “Oh, I…no, no. It´s not…” he remembered his smile at the party, the tuxedo and the rose on his chest, his dimples, his hair looking like fire in the sunset and immediately went silent. “I wish but It´s more complicated than that”

Both leaned on him. He let out a heavy sigh before staring at the city from their table on the roof top.

“I met him two years ago, but I don´t remember anything from that period. I know I learnt what I know back then…but it´s blank. I feel like something important happened…but everytime I try to remember it´s like…it just hurts and it´s uncomfortable” he said rounding one thumb with the other “I want to remember that meeting, but I can´t. I just recently remembered some… things” he continued to explain, the images of handlers touching him all over came to his head. The shocks. “And then there´s…” the problem that´s he´s someone else´s pet and I´m not supposed to get close to him. “Anyways, it´s messy” he smiled at his quiet friends “It´s dumb to say that I would be completely fine just by seeing him being happy even if I´m far?”

Both stared at him for an uncomfortably long time.

“Does Zarai know of your amnesia?” Sasha asked bluntly, playing with the bracelet in her left wrist. Albus had to shrug.

“Did you have an accident or…?”

Albus had to think hard about it. “…maybe I had someone hit my head repeatedly…” Sasha opened her mouth outraged “No, no it´s ok. I don´t know for sure. I just remember feeling numb after a hit” he hurried to explain. “Can we change the subject?” he asked closing his eyes, feeling ill suddenly.

“…ok” both laid back on their chairs as Albus sighed relieved “You should get that head checked up tho´. Two years is a long time, Albus” Tony told him.

Albus bit his tongue to not spit he didn´t remember most of his life anyways. Or his parent´s faces, or his own name.

He instead tried to put a smile. A mask that pleased everyone was easier to pull than try to uncover the truth.

“So, please help with Jeremy? I don´t wanna break the poor boy´s heart”

It took a while for them to talk normally to him again, but in the end, Jeremy was understanding when he explained he was not available. In fact, he had smiled and thanked him for being honest and Albus could pull an all nighter in peace because of that.

He cried on Lee´s shoulder later at the bus station, but that was something Albus didn´t need to know.

#you came back a stranger #writing #my writing #whump #pet whump #tw human trafficking #tw dehumanization #collars #tw burning #hurt comfort #tw implied abuse #amnesia #albus #zarai #caretaker #whumpee

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codename-adler · 3 years

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Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover, pt.IV

In times of college finals, aftg is my coping mechanism of predilection. hope it helps some :)

>> Table of Contents,TW and other parts here!

i’ll let you guess what Kevin and Juliet chose for their project

oh, yes

the letters of Hamilton, Eliza and John + Hamilton: The Musical

i will fight you on this

at first, when Juliet suggests it, Kevin stares at her so hard bc really?? a musical??

but then she lends him the 50$ leatherbound official book of the musical (you know the navy blue and beige one? you know what i’m talking about, right?) and reads it all in one evening and wow

lin-manuel miranda? genius. ron chernow? Genius. alexander hamilton? Dumb Genius.

oh yeah and Juliet? Absolutely mind-blowing genius.

as Andrew & Neil grow closer and the match agaisnt the Ravens rounds the corner, Kevin finds himself looking more and more forward to the time spent at the library with Juliet

she is just so focused on their project and so oblivious as who he really is and doesn’t really care if sometimes he is more anxious, if freaks over everything to be perfect, if he babbles on&on&on&on about any bit of history he discovered

she’s just there, smirking, stiffling her laughs and asking for more

they’ve exhanged phone numbers and she installed snapchat on his, and although he never sends her anything, she always has a short video and a funny caption that pop up from time to time; they’re that little reminder that the world goes on outside of exy and that he exists outside of exy

she introduces him to funny videos and he didn’t know absolute dumb shit could make him snort??

his favorite is the peanut butter baby

at first the Foxes give him this judgemental look when he ugly-snorts in the locker room or at Eden’s, but eventually they just get that glint in their eyes as if they were in on the jokes

sometimes, Juliet’s so focused on writing down bullet points in her notebook, peeling the skin off her lips, so unaware of Kevin’s personal hell of a life, that he just wants to spill out everything

although he’s not sure if it’s because he wants her to know him and stay, or because he wants her to reject him and therefore spare himself the trouble of getting attached...

she takes the decision for him

on a Thursday afternoon, on their planned study session, she doesn’t show up

she doesn’t answer her phone either

he even tries out a completely blacked out snap with “r u alive?” in caption

no answer

he gives her space, sending her occasional cat videos he thoroughly researches

if she watches them, she doesn’t say anything

on Monday afternoon, she doesn’t come to class

that’s when the panic Kevin’s been reigning in just... bursts

what if it’s Riko?

what if it’s the Master?

what if it’s Ichirou?

what if, somehow, it’s the Butcher’s people?

that afternoon’s practice is hell for the Foxes, Kevin is ruthless and an asshole and very agressive

Dan waits for him outside the boys’ locker room as all the other Foxes leave (not even Andrew and Neil want to wait for him)

“Spit out your goddamn problem before I tell Coach to bench you next game”

oh, how Kevin wants to cuss her out

and then he looks at her face, ready to vomit words, when he sees her worrying her lips

just like Juliet

it shouldn’t be enough to make him tear up, but it does

he still manages to keep as much of the truth to himself as he possibly can

“My EAL partner isn’t responding to my messages or my calls and she didn’t even come to class today and it stresses me the fuck out and what if it’s like with Neil, Dan?” he says in one breath, trying to tear out the net of his racket

Dan recomposes her face and gets that very serious look, the one she usually gets when someone touches her family

“It’s not, Kevin. That’s over. We got Neil back, we got you back, you got Jean back. The team didn’t even know who that person was. The most info we’ve gathered is what you just told me now. Yeah there are some bets but it’s mostly for funsies, nothing even remotely serious. You wanna look for her?” she soothes him.

“I don’t even know...”

“She lives on campus?” she asks.

“I don’t- I don’t know, Dan. I spent months with her and I can’t even vaguely say where she lives! How fucked up is that?” Kevin yells.

“It’s not even remotely fucked up, Kevin. You should know that. Does she have instagram? twitter? Or like, facebook?” she questions some more.

“God, I don’t know. She only sends me stupid fucking videos and I never even respond like the goddamn asshole I am...”

“Shut up. We’re all assholes at the end of the road, ‘kay? You ain’t better or worse than others. Now she sends them to you in text or somewhere else?”

“Sometimes texts... Sometimes the yellow app, the chat one. Why.”

“Oh great, that’s great. We can locate her, with snapchat, if she forgot to turn off the sharing. And if you’re comfortable with that, too. I know you’re not a creep like that. You’re creepy sometimes, don’t get me wrong. But, not a creep.”

“Gee, thanks, Dan.”

“Hey, shush. You down or what?” she says, arching an eyebrow.

“Okay,” he answers, unable to make the fear go away without knowing for sure.

And so it turns out Juliet’s location is, in fact, knowable. Dan grabs one of Kevin’s shoulders as he leaves the court, squeezing her affection into her grip; he nods emotionally in her direction, as far as emotions can translate unto his face.

he doesn’t even know what he’ll do once he finds her, his brain is solely focused on the animated map that brings him closer and closer to Juliet

the more he progresses, the more he realizes he is far from Fox Tower, on a campus area he has never even seen

he stops before a decrepit building, old and moldy-looking

Jackie Kennedy Hall

student dorms? this shabby? she can’t possibly live-

except that she can, because there isn’t another building close and the map has brought him here, and he doesn’t really know her...

so Kevin straightens his shoulders, inhales deeply, and goes inside

he could go on and on and on about everything that is just wrong with the place, from the smell to the decoration, but he makes a beeline for the front desk (he’s lucky there’s even one)

he asks for a way to contact someone, flashes his press smile at the women behind the desk, gives up his ID in exchange for the room number

Juliet Grier, 418

stairs, stairs, stairs, stairs

heavy door, right, 412, 414, 416...

418

what, now?

Kevin hesitantly knocks once, twice

no answer

he knocks again and decides to speak up, in case she didn’t hear

“Juliet? It’s Kevin. Day. From EAL? Can I speak with you?”

still nothing

maybe she isn’t home... no, the map says she’s here. maybe she’s sleeping...

he decides to try one last time

“We really should finish that project, you know? I think we could both use the free time...” he says without his heart into it.

without surprise, no response still

he decides to take a loose paper from his sachel and writes down some words

Greetings Hi,

My friend Dan helped me look for you, but you don’t have to worry about your privacy; it’s because of the yellow app. You should turn that off if you don’t want other people to be nosy.

You weren’t in class today. I’ll share my notes if you want them. But, you should come to class, it’s better. For learning.

I’ll wait a few in case you’re asleep.

Text me or call me or whatever when you’re ready.

- Kevin D. (your partner from EAL)

quick, efficient, to the point

Kevin slips the paper under the door, and waits

he refreshes the map too many times, to see if her location changed or if somehow there was a glitch

it stays put

he ends up sitting on the hallway floor, his back sliding down the wall

he catches up on a book for another class, checks exy stats and watches many, many videos of Jeremy Knox on the court and in interview

some students pass him with a nasty look, eyeing the lack of earphones on his phone

some other students walk by him and will themselves to keep going, because holy shit it’s Kevin Day in Jackie Hall

it’s at least an hour and a half before the doorknob slowly and quietly starts to click

Kevin was absorbed deep into whatever move Knox was making before scoring

the 418 door opens

Kevin gets up in one move, all things Jeremy Knox and exy forgotten

she’s loosely holding Kevin’s paper in one hand, the other clutching a large scarf that covers up the majority of her body

from what he can see, though, she’s wearing sweats from head to toe; her hair’s tied on the top of her head, but most of the curls escaped and it looks unwashed and her curls, dry

her skin’s turned pale, dark circles under her eyes, a haggard look in them, her cheeks stained with dry tears

Juliet looks terrible

“Hi...” Kevin attempts

she finally looks up from the paper and gives him a bored look that could rival Andrew’s

with a rough voice strained from cries and many days without speaking, she asks, “My EAL partner?”

“Well, yes. In case.”

“In case of what.”

“I-”

“I know who you are, Kevin.”

and isn’t that both his most ardent wish and his worse fear?

with that, she turns around and goes back to her dark room, leaving the door open behind her

is that... an invitation?

Kevin’s never been to another person’s place, apart from the Columbia house, Abby’s and Wymack’s

he reminds himself why he came in the first place and decides it would be a waste to leave now, right?

the small studio is a mess, much like its occupant

there are clothes everywhere, on the floor, on a chair, on the bed, on the desk

all the curtains are drawn, no light is on, the only source coming from Juliet’s laptop somewhere amongst her bedsheets

it’s like she made herself a nest and hasn’t moved from there for a long time

maybe even since last Monday, the last time he saw her

Kevin doesn’t understand the scene he has before his eyes

he’s never seen such apathy in someone that is not Andrew

and at this point, apathy is pretty much Andrew’s default state of being

not Juliet’s

Juliet is a soft glow, toothy grins, wild curls, countless jumpers, dumb jokes and references, color-coded notes, an organized mind, unwavering focus and determination, flowing words and warm, kind eyes...

so what is this?

then Kevin realizes he spoke aloud

and Juliet can only chuckle sadly, almost mockingly

“This? This is why I don’t have friends. This is why I don’t mix with people. This is why I’ll never amount to anything in life. This is my dirty laundry, both metaphorically and literally. This is it. That’s... That’s it. This is what I get,” she answers flatly

Kevin’s mind is spinning

he doesn’t understand

he needs to understand, though

“Explain it to me,” he says

Juliet looks at him like a brick just hit him on the head and made him speak Swedish

“Why.”

“Because, surely there’s a way to work with it.”

she laughs

it doesn’t reach her eyes, nor her lips or her cheeks

it’s just a desperate sound

it makes him think of Andrew again

and that gives him an idea, a gut feeling, if you will

“Can I try something out?” he asks

“Kevin... I can’t- I’m tired... It’s not a good idea... I’m tired, Kevin,” Juliet responds, pain noticeable in her voice and her movements slow

“I know, I- I know. Someone I know... He plays this game. It’s really not a game, it’s more like a communication thing. He calls it “A Truth for a Truth”. In exchange for something I tell you, you tell me something. And in exchange for something you tell me, I’ll tell you something else. It’s made me... work through some things... before,” Kevin explains calmly

Juliet keeps on observing him from her bed, silent

“Look, can I just stay here to do homework? I have nowhere to go right now,” Kevin asks, almost blurting out “Please” before Andrew’s ghost caught it in his throat

she lies back down, burries herself in her covers, a silent “yes”

Kevin ends up falling asleep sitting on the floor, books open, head resting at the end of Juliet’s bed

he wakes up around 2 AM

he’s got multiple texts from Aaron and Nicky, one from Andrew, and one from Dan

“told everybody you spent the night at Coach’s. take care.”

he silently vows to thank her later

now he either really goes to Wymack’s to finish his night there, or... he stays exactly where he is

Juliet is still sleeping soundly

in a haze, he palms for a pillow or cushion, pulls his hoodie on and lies back down on the carpeted floor

he’s only awaken in the late morning when he brutally gets stepped on

“What the shit?? Kevin! How...???” Juliet yells

“Um, ow? No, no, don’t apologize so quickly. You just, you know, crushed my lungs and a couple of ribs, no worries, Jules!” Kevin groans

“Ju- you know what? I’m not sorry. Right now I gotta pee, so you better have a damn good explanation when I get back,” she replies and leaves her room to go to the bathroom at the end of the hall

instead of dread, Kevin feels calm about the upcoming conversation

he doesn’t prepare lies, doesn’t run away, doesn’t resort to assholery

he just stays put where he is on the floor, snuggles deeper into his hoodie, and waits for relief, for the truth

he waits for Juliet

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Labels - Josh Anderson

Word Count: 1,872

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Language

To say that your relationship with Josh was complicated was an understatement. A chance meeting at a bar in Columbus had you falling into bed with him that same night. You thought it would be a one-time thing, as you snuck out before the sun came up, but then as you headed for your morning coffee two days later; who did you run into, but Josh. Some would call it fate, but you weren’t one of them, though you did exchange numbers.

You weren’t looking for anything serious, and neither was Josh, but sex with him was so amazing; it was only natural that you became friends with benefits. When Josh was home it was inevitable that most nights, he would end up at your place or you at his. It was exactly what you needed, great sex with an equally great guy. That was until things started changing.

It was subtle at first. Josh would call when he was on a road trip, usually horny. He would con you into phone sex or FaceTime, where he’d want to see what you were wearing and try and coax you out of it. Those conversations led to more. There were ones where he was having a bad game and just wanted to talk. They then turned into hour-long chats about nothing in particular. When he came home, your sex life resumed; though now he didn’t get up and leave right away or he’d ask you to stay and have breakfast in the morning. This all led to coming over for pizza or take out, before you two would get down and dirty; and before you knew what was happening you were catching feelings for him. Which, as everyone knew, was a big no, no, for anyone in a friends with benefits relationship.

Your friends knew that you had a thing going on with someone; you’d just never mentioned that it happened to be an NHL hunk. So, when you sought advice from your best friend; she said the only thing to do was get under someone new. It wasn’t exactly the best plan, so you tried to distance yourself from him first. That didn’t work. He’d call and the weak part of you would answer. The next thing you knew, you were at his house, on his couch, in his kitchen, in his bed, and most importantly in his life.

The times when you didn’t answer, you started to wonder what he was doing? Or more importantly who? The two of you spent a lot of time together, but there were periods where he would go out with the guys and when he didn’t call at the end of the night, you were curious if he’d taken home someone else. It ate at you.

One particular night, Josh said he was going out with Seth and Boone. You decided that maybe your friend was right and convinced her and some others, to go out as well. Maybe if you found someone, just for the night, it would help you put things with Josh into perspective. The bar was crowded. You ordered a couple shots and drinks before hitting the dance floor. “What about him?” Cassie asked, pointing over to a guy that was totally your type.

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Come on (Y/N), he’s hot and you know it.” Cassie was right, of course, you were just comparing him to Josh and well…any guy here would come up lacking. You glanced back in the guy’s direction and he nodded; you did the same. It wasn’t long before he was heading across the dance floor towards you.

“Hey, I’m Jeremy.”

Before you can even answer, Cassie was pushing you towards Jeremy. “And this is (Y/N). She could really use a drink.”

“Cassie!” You hissed out.

Jeremy just lightly chuckled. You realized he had a really nice laugh. “Well (Y/N), how about I buy one?”

You blushed, as he was forced into getting you a drink now. “That would be nice, thanks for the offer.” You elbowed Cassie in the ribs before heading off to the bar with Jeremy. The two of you talked for a bit, the conversation nice and easy. You’d lightly touch his arm now and then, and when someone came over to order a drink, he rested his hand at the small of your back to draw you nearer to him. You were so busy flirting that you didn’t notice Josh and the guys walk-in or the girls that were attached to them.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Jeremy finally asked you about thirty minutes later.

There was a pit in your stomach, for as nice of a time you were having with him; it just didn’t feel right going home with him for the night. You realized you just wanted to be with Josh. You placed your hand on Jeremy’s chest, before saying. “I’m sorry. You’re a really nice guy and all, it’s just…”

That’s when you heard Josh say your name. “(Y/N)!” You looked over and there he was, some random girl hanging onto his bicep. It took you a minute to find your voice.

“Josh, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” Your hand dropped from Jeremy’s chest as if it were burnt. The scowl on Josh’s face as he looked from you to Jeremy made your skin grow cold. You knew what he thought, and he wasn’t entirely wrong; though who was he to judge, considering the woman that was latched onto him. You decided not to wait for Josh to answer you and turned back to Jeremy instead. “You know what, I changed my mind. Let’s get out of here.”

Jeremy, for his part, knew something was going on between you and Josh and sent you a questioning look. Which you shrugged off. Grabbing his hand, you headed to the door, only to be stopped by the brick wall that was Josh. “We need to talk.” The woman was hovering at the bar and you looked over at her before trying to move around Josh. He stalked your every step.

You blew out a frustrated breath, before huffing out. “Fine.” You turned to Jeremy then. “This will only take a minute.” He nodded and you let Josh lead you outside where it was quiet. Once you were out of the bar, you stared daggers at him. “So…” you prompted, folding your hands across your chest, not realizing that you were giving Josh a great view of your breasts.

“So? That’s all you have to say? Like what the fuck (Y/N)? Is this what you do when I’m out on the road?”

You blinked hard, was he really throwing all this back at you. “Me? What about you? That blonde in there looks awfully cozy with you and how many others are there?” He cocked his head at you. “What like you don’t have one in every city?” He opened his mouth but you weren’t done yet. “Is that all I am? Just a regular hookup to you?” He ran his hands through his hair, a telltale sign that he was frustrated. “This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

You started to head back inside, but Josh grabbed your arm pulling you back so that you had to steady yourself against him. “What do you mean further than planned?”

Your hands were pressed up against his chest, while he had one of his wrapped around your wrist and the other at your waist, pressing you against him. “It’s just…” You put your head down not willing to look him in the eye at that moment. “We were only supposed to be fuck buddies Josh.” It was all you were willing to give as way of explanation.

He grasped your chin and tilted your head to look at him. “Is that all you think we are?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You obviously only see us as that, or you wouldn’t be out with that…” You struggled to not say whore, and instead went with, “bimbo.”

“I’m not with her (Y/N). She’s someone that came out with the woman Boone likes and just attached herself to me. I’ve been trying to get rid of her all night. I only want to be with you baby.” You searched his eyes, hoping to see the truth and when you found it; it made your heart melt. “But (Y/N), do you really want to go home with that guy in there?”

“No!” You blurted out your answer without even thinking. “I don’t want him, Josh. It was just a silly idea that Cassie had for me to get over the fact that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?”

Oh fuck, you closed your eyes. You hadn’t meant to say it like that. This situation was already messed up as it was, you didn’t need to go announcing your feelings like that. It would probably send him straight back to the bimbo’s waiting arms. You took a deep breath then opened your eyes back up to see Josh with the happiest grin on his face. Could it be that he loved you too? There was only one way to find out. “Yes, Josh, I am. I mean…I love you.”

His mouth was on yours in an instant, as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you so close you almost couldn’t breathe. He pulled back long enough to look down at you and say, “I love you too.” Then his lips were back on yours, kissing you with a passion that made you weak in the knees.

It was your turn to break away from the kiss this time, as you pushed on his shoulders to get some air. “Wait so, what does this mean?”

“It means, I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore. I want to be more, so much more (Y/N).”

“More,” you said on a breathy sigh.

“Yeah, a lot more baby. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms every night and you still to be there when I wake up in the morning. I want to take you out on dates to the finest restaurants in town. I want to go on vacation and see you walking around in a bikini and know that I get to peel it off of you later on.”

You giggled at all the things Josh wanted to do. “So um, I think what you’re saying there Anderson, is that you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that, especially since it means that makes you my girlfriend.”

“It does have a nice ring to it.”

“Come on let’s go home.” He said practically pulling you down the street.

“But what about…”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, maybe they'll even hit it off. As for our friends, we’ll just text them and I’m sure they’ll understand.” They did of course, though Cassie made you spill every juicy detail once she found out you were dating Josh Anderson. Oh, and you also had to promise her an introduction to Seth.

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No Reason To (39/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter and for fair warning, chapters from this point on most likely will be! Especially compared to season five. There will be one to two episodes per chapter! OH! And from this point we are on the last TWELVE CHAPTERS!

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 06x01

“Okay, so, you think you’re good for tomorrow?”

The boy sat across from you flickers his gaze up at you at the sound of your voice. Almost instantly, a bright smile crosses his lips as he sends you a confident nod. “Totally,” he assures, slowly shutting his textbook. “And I wouldn’t be without you. So, thank you.”

With a soft smile, you follow the younger boys lead, shoving your books into your bag. “Of course, Jeremy. That’s what i’m here for. To help you.”

“No, I mean,” he begins, voice sharp in an attempt to stop you. He catches you just as you push yourself to your feet, reaching across the table to set his hand over your own stretched one. Your eyes flicker from his hand back up to his eyes, gaze questioning as he eases, cheeks warming faintly. “I just mean, we went way past our hour all because you wanted to make sure I was ready for the test tomorrow. So... thank you.”

“Oh,” you mumble, biting your lower lip, not oblivious to the way the boy still has his hand on yours. “Of course,” you repeat, smiling warmly. “You’re a smart boy anyway, i’m sure you would’ve been able to get it on your own. Though,” and a smirk falls on your lips then, a twinkle shining in your eyes. “The effort does help.”

He lets out a light chuckle, finally pulling his hand back and mimicking you as you move around the table, heading out of the library. You gaze at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he runs a hand through his hair, brushing it back and out of his face. The soft warm glow to his cheek is still there, and as your brows furrow in puzzlement, you’re sure his cheeks get even warmer.

“I’m only able to focus with you.”

Laughing lightly, not really sure how to respond to what you’re sure is not just a friendly statement, you pull the strap of your bag up on your shoulder, swallowing thickly. Your eyes flicker around quickly, relief flooding you when you realize you’re nearing the exit doors. “Good to hear,” you comment lightly, nodding slowly. “And I’m sure you’ll ace the test tomorrow, but..,” you begin, pushing open the doors and pulling your keys out of your bag. “It’s been a long day, so I think i’m gonna head home.”

“Oh,” Jeremy mumbles, and you’re not oblivious to the way his shoulders fall. “I was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat or...”

Lips parting, your chest tightens, eyes widening as you scramble for a response. By the disheartened look in the boys face, you can tell he won’t give up that easily on convincing you to hang out; even if only for a little. And saying you’re tired probably isn’t enough of an excuse anymore. But you are tired and you do want to go home; and above all, this boy was freshman.

And maybe, just maybe, your heart was still set on someone else.

Still, you did have to give the boy credit; he had guts.

“I, uh,” you stammer, licking your lips, “I should--”

Thanking the Gods on whoever decided to call you at that exact moment, you send an apologetic glance Jeremy’s way before reaching for your phone from your bag. Your eyes narrow slightly in confusion when you read Stiles’ caller ID, ignoring the way your heart races -- even if just slightly -- at his name, swiping yes to answer.

“Stiles?”

“Hey, Y/N!” Stiles calls, almost sounding breathless. “Good news! They need us!”

“Uh,” you hum, brows furrowing as you glance around, “who needs us?”

“Beacon Hills,” he explains, as if that’s suppose to make any sense.

Stiles takes your silence as it doesn’t.

“My dad called me. There’s a kid who can’t seem to remember his parents. Like, at all. Where they are, what they look like... Scott’s going to see if he can find out anything from the kid.”

Pursing your lips, you nod even though you know Stiles can’t see you. “I’ll be there in a minute. I’m at the school anyway.”

There’s a pause, then; “you’re not at home?”

“No,” you frown, “I’ve been tutoring, remember? Tonight I had a session with Jeremy.”

“Jeremy... Jeremy. Oh, the freshman!” He pauses, again. “I thought you were finished tutoring him.”

“What? No, I... It doesn’t matter. I’ll meet you there.”

You hang up before Stiles can argue any further.

Turning to Jeremy, you smile softly over at him. “Sorry, that was--”

“Stiles,” he interrupts gently, nodding as he shoves his hands into his front pockets. Your eyes narrow at the deep set frown that curls onto his lips. “You’re boyfriend, right?”

You blink in surprise; “he’s not...-- anyways, um, I have to go. My brother and... Stiles need my help with something.” Shaking your head, you begin to shuffle backwards, pointing behind you in the direction of your car as you send a wave Jeremy’s way. “Text me tomorrow letting me know how the test goes. I’ll see you next week!”

“Yeah,” the boy mumbles under his breath, watching as you leave. “Next week.”

“Here. You can hold my hand.”

The young boy glances up at you, obviously terrified. However, as you hold your palm up towards him, a gentle smile on your lips, he seems to ease; even if just a little. And he doesn’t refuse your hand either, his smaller hand slipping into your own and squeezing tightly.

Meeting your brothers eyes, you nod.

Scott braces the boy by sending him one last questioning glance, to which the boy nods in agreement. And your eyes flicker to the back of his neck, watching as Scott inches his claws closer and closer until finally, with a sharp jab, slips them into the boys neck. He instantly tenses, his fingers digging into the skin of your hand but you don’t dare respond or pull back.

You can’t imagine how terrified this poor boy must be.

And for a while, Scott’s silent. Even through his lids you can see his eyes turning every which way in response to what he’s seeing through the boys memory. But it only lasts for a couple of minutes before he’s pulling back with a gasp, springing to his feet and stumbling as Noah and Stiles rush to help him steady. You keep close to the boy, eyes scanning across him to make sure he’s okay as his grip finally eases.

“What’d you see?” Stiles asks, eyes flickering from Scott to Alex.

Turning to Scott, you wait for his answer.

“I saw a guy on a horse.”

Stiles blinks; “horse?”

“He had a gun,” Scott breathes, panicked eyes meeting Stiles’.

“Okay,” Noah begins, “a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours.”

“Wait,” you call, shaking your head, “what about his parents? What happened to them?”

“I don’t know,” Scott shakes his head, brows furrowing, trying to remember what he’d seen. “That’s all I remember. But... I got this feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?”

Scott winces. “They’re coming back.”

Flinching lightly at the boy’s sudden voice, your wide eyes fall on him. You watch, baffled, as his head slowly rises, meeting your gaze before flickering to the others.

“They’re coming for me.”

“I don’t think they’re dead.”

Handing Malia her clothes, you frown at Lydia’s words in bafflement.

“They’re dead,” Malia argues, shaking her head adamantly as she takes the clothes from your hands gratefully. “Probably torn apart,” she continues, “the only thing I don’t get is why there’s no blood.”

“They’re not dead,” Lydia repeats, confident in her words. “If they were dead, I’d sense it.”

“If they were alive, I’d smell it.”

“Yeah,” Scott nods, “i’m not getting anything either.”

“Scott, what’re you talking about?” Stiles questions, baffled. “You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it.”

“Well, it’s not an exact science,” Scott explains. “And he’s a kid. Maybe he’s too freaked out to remember.”

“He was scared,” you nod, meeting your brothers eyes before glancing at the rest. “Like, terrified. I could see it in his eyes,” pausing briefly, you shudder at the thought. “Whatever he saw...”

“Okay,” Malia says slowly, letting out a huff; “why does it matter if they’re dead? Dead is dead.”

“Okay, if it’s just a robbery, we can’t help them,” Stiles sighs, “and if it’s something supernatural, my dad can’t help them.”

“It sounds like you want it to be supernatural.”

“He does,” you say simply, nodding at Lydia.

Stiles pauses, meeting your eyes with a frown. “It’s been like, three months since something’s happened.”

“Yeah,” Lydia huffs, ,”and once a week you drag me out of bed like I’m some sort of supernatural metal detector.”

“Okay,” Stiles calls in defense of himself. “It is way more often than that.” Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your chest. “You-You can’t tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?”

“What i’s saying is maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

With that, Lydia turns, walking off. You can’t help but smile, biting your lip in an attempt to hide it, as Malia sends a look Stiles’ way, flipping her hair over her shoulder in agreement of Lydia and following after her.

Stiles rushes after them, but only makes it two steps, not really saying anything. He turns to you and Scott in hope you’ll agree. You don’t.

Neither does Scott if the shrug he gives Stiles is anything to go by.

“I mean, Stiles,” you mumble, shaking your head at him. “Would it really be that bad?”

He just scoffs at the both of you, storming past and slipping into the drivers seat of the Alex’s parents car. Slamming the car door shut behind him, he slumps against the seat, staring at the broken windshield.

With a brief glance to Scott, you both make your way over to Stiles.

“You’re staring at a broken windshield.”

“There’s something wrong with it.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “it’s broken.”

Stiles’ eyes fall shut.

“And,” Scott adds, leaning towards Stiles, “it wasn’t a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet. That blew out a regular windshield.” Then, turning over his shoulder, he points to another car; “just like that one, and that one, and...”

Brows furrowing, your eyes fall on Scott as he slows.

“...That one.”

Stiles seems to understand his meaning, eyes flickering across the broken windshield of the car he’s in before picking up a shard of glance.

Your eyes widen in realization.

“Magic bullet.”

Shoulders dropping, you frown; “can’t it just ever not be something supernatural?”

“Y/N!”

Blinking at Stiles, you slowly lower your books onto the table where everyone else is sat, eyes flickering from Malia, to Lydia to your brother, before back to Stiles. “Stiles.” You call back lightly, shaking your head in confused and mocked excitement.

“They,” he glowers down at the rest, “don’t want to come with me but I know you won’t fail me.” You blink. “So, would you like to come with me to an abandoned house?”

“Uh, um... why would I want to go with you to an abandoned house?”

“The missing parents!” He exclaims, explaining it all. You slump slightly at the mention, face easing with understanding but unable to stop the way your shoulders fall in response. “Come on!” He calls in response to your reaction, “missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Wanna come with?”

Glancing down at the other three, you bite back your smile, taking a seat at the table. “As much as that sounds like absolute fun,” you tease, “I can’t.”

Stiles’ face instantly falls. “Why not?”

“I’ve got tutoring.”

“You’ve always got tutoring,” he groans, frowning at you.

“Yeah, well...” You don’t really have any other response then that.

“No, Stiles is right though,” Scott pipes up, pulling your eyes on him as he leans towards you. However he pauses in regret at the way Stiles perks, shaking his head; “meaning the tutoring,” he turns to you. “You’re always tutoring people. You wake up early and go home late just to keep up with it all.”

“And,” Malia adds, frowning, “you barely have time for us anymore.”

You jerk your head back at that; “what do you mean? I always hang out with you guys.”

“Uh, no, you don’t,” Lydia smirks, pointing her finger at you. “It’s practically a miracle you’re even here now.”

“Won’t even come to an abandoned house with me,” Stiles grumbles.

You choose to ignore him. “It’s not that bad.”

They all send you a look.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you give up trying to convince them otherwise, slumping against the table, arms sprawled out in front of yourself. “It’s just this one kid, Jeremy?” They nod in recognition. “He’s a freshman and he’s always extending our sessions way past the set time. And I can’t say no because he always looks so... desperate. It just takes a lot out of me, I guess.”

“Just tell him that,” Scott reminds, shaking his head at you in confusion.

Letting your head fall in your hand, you sigh. “I can’t.”

Malia frowns; “why not?”

“Because the boys got a crush on her,” Stiles huffs, causing everyone to blink over at him in surprise. Lips parting at their reaction, he shrugs: “what? I’m not wrong. He’s like in love with Y/N.”

Lips parting, you try to fight the blush that threatens to grow; “he is not! He’s just... sweet.”

Stiles rolls his eyes; “sure.”

“How would you even know?” You call back in defense of yourself, sending Stiles a quirked brow.

It’s Stiles’ turn to be stumbling for a response. “I... I may or may have not checked in on a few of your tutoring sessions.”

Your eyes bulge; “what? Stiles, that’s weird!”

Stiles doesn’t waste time arguing back. “I’m just making sure nothing bad is happening!”

“He’s just a freshman!”

“Doesn’t mean he isn’t dangerous!”

All the while, the both of you seem to forget the audience watching the both of you.

“Stiles--”

“Hey, can I get a candid?”

You blink at the sound of Lori.

“Uh, no--” Stiles tries to argue, but Scott cuts him off.

“Yeah, sure.”

Rolling your eyes at Stiles, you laugh as Scott pulls him forward, making room for him to sit next. You stand up in response, falling to your brothers other side and leaning on the table to make it into the shot.

“Okay, fine,” Stiles huffs, “if you can explain to me why this,” he pulls something from his back pocket. “Is blue. I’ll let it go.”

You glance over Scott’s shoulder, brows furrowing at the blue stained glass. It was strange--

“Everyone, smile!”

Blinking, you raise your eyes to the camera, pushing back your thoughts briefly. You teasingly raise your two fingers behind Scott’s head, lips curling upwards brightly and eyes twinkling with delight as you pose for the picture.

Y/N...

“Not again.”

“Sorry?”

Blinking at the sound of Emma’s voice, pulled from your own heavy thoughts, you shake your head, smiling softly -- forced. “What?”

She blinks, puzzled; “you said ‘not again’. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble, moving to stand up. “Yeah, of--”

Y/N...

“Of course. Yeah, woah, um,” glancing around, you gesture towards the windows in the library. “Look at that. It’s dark. Can we, uh... can we wrap up this session for today?”

Emma follows your lead, slowly standing. It’s obvious she’s confused, her brows furrowing and a deep frowning marring her lips. But she doesn’t argue, instead, she simply nods her head, slow and hesitant. “Uh, yeah, of course. Is... Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah, totally,” you dismiss, hastily shoving your books into your bag. “I’ll see you next week.”

Help...

She calls after you but you don’t answer. You hastily turn, making your way out of the library and into the parking lot. You’re thankful no ones around when you make it out, setting a hand against your chest and trying to calm your racing heart. Why? Why now?

After all this time?

Help me...

“Theo,” you groan, his name leaving your lips in a hiss. It didn’t make sense. Since that first day, so long ago now, Theo hasn’t tried to contact you. Not once.

You still didn’t even know how he had...

But why would he now? Why specifically now?

“Get out of my head,” you huff, pressing the palms of your hands against your ears. “Get out, Theo. Get out.”

There’s a moment, just a brief one, of silence. Then,

Not Theo...

Chest tightening, you pause. Not Theo? Who else could it be? Who else... It didn’t make sense. Not one bit of it. The logic behind how Theo had reached you, through your head, still didn’t make sense. However, this was different. This, somehow, wasn’t Theo and someone else. But who else would? Who else would be able to?

Who needed help?

It’s then, almost like a slap across the face, you realize that this feels different but yet, familiar.. It’s a sensation you’ve felt before, just slightly different. Stronger, even. This.... This sense inside of you bubbles within the middle of your chest like a fire waiting to burst. There’s something pounding in your head, screaming at you to listen.

But who else would need your help?

Remember...

“Stiles...”

You’re not sure why it’s his name that leaves your lips. However, as it does, it just makes sense. It just fits.

You can’t explain how or why, and the voice doesn’t even sound like Stiles but... you realize why this feeling is familiar. Why this sense of panic that overwhelms you suddenly makes so much sense; it was your instinct. The instinct you’ve ignored time and time again and because of that, things have gone wrong. Terribly so.

Starting from Void Stiles to Theo...

It was your instinct, yourself... somehow, warning you. Warning you of what’s to come.

Something was wrong with Stiles.

You move to grab your phone, move to call Stiles knowing him and Scott had gone to that house after school and you hope to reach at least one of them. But as you do, you seem to register the flickering lights from afar; out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, shuffling in the direction, eyes squinting as you try to make sense of what you’re seeing.

Your lips curve into a deep frown when you realize it’s police cars.

You’re not sure why you hadn’t noticed them before.

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you pick up the speed in your step, racing round the school, to the other side and towards the police cars and ambulances. Your lips part, trying to understand what’s happening or to find a familiar face; maybe the sheriff and ask him what’s going on.

But, before you can, you run into another.

“Y/N!”

Blinking, you stumble back, finding your footing thanks to the hands that hold tight onto you, holding you steadily. You pull your head back, a bout of brief relief flooding you at the sight of your brother. “Scott,” you breathe, chest tightening as that voice, that faint, light voice in the back of your head reminds you; something’s wrong.

Stiles is in danger.

“Thank God. I was looking for you.”

“Me too,” Scott nods, panic clear in his gaze. “Have you seen Liam or Hayden?”

“Liam and Hayden?” You question, baffled, shaking your head. “No. But, Scott, there’s something wrong--”

“Yeah, Liam and Hayden are in danger. They’re next.”

Lips parting, you huff; “next for what?”

“The Ghost Riders. They’re next.” He explains in a rush, words leaving his lips quick and frantic. “Alex’s parents were taken and then Alex just was. They take you and erase all memory of you. From everyone. Everything about you seizes to exist.”

Your heart plummets.

If that was true, then...

“Scott, Liam and Hayden aren’t the ones in danger,” you swallow thickly, heart pounding madly against your chest. “It’s Stiles. He’s next. I can’t explain how I know, but I just do, okay? We need to find him--”

“Stiles?” Scott questions, brows furrowed.

“Yes,” you huff, frantically moving to step past Scott, moving to pull him with you. “You just have to trust me. We have to find Stiles before--”

Scott’s hand wraps around your arm, surprising you as he pulls you back, halting your movements. Blinking down at his hand before meeting his gaze, your lips part to speak but he beats you to punch. And the words he says absolutely breaks your heart. “Whose Stiles?”

It’s already started...

“Stiles,” you emphasis, “your... your best friend? The boy you’ve known since you were four?”

Lips parting, the look in Scott’s eyes tells you he has absolutely no idea who you’re talking about.

Eyes watering with distress, you take a step back, pulling your arm from Scott’s grasp. “You don’t remember?”

“Y/N,” he calls, voice firm, reaching out for you. “Who are you talking about?”

“Oh, God,” you breathe, voice shaky. “It’s already started...”

“What’s already started? Y/N, whose Stiles?”

You ignore Scott. Ignore the worried and confused look in his eyes as he glances back at you. You meet his gaze one final time before turning, running off and past him before he can even attempt to stop you. He calls after you, but you don’t bother to listen, your feet racing beneath you, eyes frantically searching every which way for even just a glimpse of Stiles.

You need to find him. You need to. Before this gets worst; before... before you maybe forget him too.

You... don’t want to forget him.

Not before telling him...

“Okay, okay, Y/N. Just breathe. Breathe.” Slowing your step, you glance around the open courtyard of the school, nodding to yourself in encouragement. “He has to be here. He has to be. Where would he--”

The sound of doors opening interrupts you, catching your attention.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever been as relieved as you are in that moment to see Stiles.

His eyes catch yours and he hesitates, terror flooding his gaze. But the second you call out his name in distress, voice cracking and you’re racing towards him he knows that you remember him.

“Y/N!” He calls, hands falling on your arms as you reach him. “You know me. You remember me. Oh my God, you remember me!”

“Of course I remember you,” you breathe, hands falling on his arms too, gripping onto him tightly, afraid of him disappearing on you. “How could I not? But Stiles, Scott--”

“I know, I know,” he cuts in, glancing around before focusing in on you. Meeting his eyes, you pant, chest rising and falling frantically as you step closer to him, refusing to let go.

The two of you are silent, unsure, but then, the distant sound of wind picks up in your ears.

Glancing around, your brows furrow when you don’t see anything.

However, Stiles’ grip tightens on you, and he leans closer. “Hey, do you see him?” He asks, pointing past your shoulders. You follow the direction, lips parting and eyes narrowing when there’s nothing there.

“See what?”

“The guy on the horse.”

You blink. “Stiles,” you call slowly, turning to him. “Does that mean...--?”

“No, I know, I know,” he cuts in, shaking his head at you before he can continue. Cupping your cheeks, he leans in close, keeping his eyes trained on your own and trying to remain calm. The words he speaks he says with certainty, without an ounce of doubt in his mind. “Okay, they’re coming for me. Which means you have to get away from me right now, okay?”

He shakes you, voice firm as he tries to convince you. But you won’t listen. Of course you won’t listen. There’s nothing, nothing in the world that could convince you to leave Stiles right now and right there; not even if you’re life was in danger because of it.

Shaking your head, you grip firmly onto his arms; “no, no,” you argue, voice soft at first. With each word you say, your voice spikes higher and higher, panic bleeding into rational thought. “No, i’m not leaving you, Stiles. I won’t.”

And he pauses at that. Part of him must of known there was no way you’d leave, but you’re sure a part of him, a rather large part of him, hoped you would. You watch as his eyes flicker from your own to past you, where you assume he sees the man on the horse, the Ghost Rider, before back to you. It’s then he comes to a decision, shifting his grip to your hand and gripping onto it firmly as he tugs gently. “All right, come on. Come on!”

You follow without fault. You’re sure it’s a situation of the blind leading the blind because of the way Stiles is glancing over his shoulder every few seconds, you assume that the Ghost Rider is directly behind the both of you.

“This way. This way, come on!”

You make a sharp turn, but only make it a few steps before Stiles is calling out in panic, desperately pulling you back. Eyes wide, you shake your head.

“Okay,” Stiles gasps, turning the opposite direction, “this way. Keep going!”

Again the two of you only make it few steps before Stiles comes to an abrupt halt.

Using your free hand to brush back strands of wild loose hair that had fallen into your eyes, you glance around frantically, eyes squinting in the hopes you’ll something, one of them; but you don’t. You never do. “Where are they?”

And Stiles takes a moment to reply, and when he does, your heart falls at his words.

“They’re everywhere.”

He paces on his feet, hand gripping onto yours tightly but you barely feel it. You’re too scared; and not for yourself.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Stiles calls, pulling you back. Your head turns over your shoulder in response, blinking at the sight of his jeep and understanding his meaning. You gain more controlling over your own footing, quickening your pace.

“Okay, Y/N, don’t look at them, okay? Don’t even try to!” Stiles warns, slipping his hand from your own to make his way to the drivers seat. You try to hold onto it for a moment longer, terrified it’ll be the last time you’ll feel his touch, before you shuffle, moving towards the passenger’s side. “Don’t try to do anything. Don’t try to use your powers. They’ll take you, too. Just do not look at them.”

You quickly climb into the passengers seat, eyes instantly falling on Stiles’ own. “But maybe.... maybe I can help-- my powers, maybe--”

“No, no, you can’t. You can’t.” His words are muffled but clear. You don’t try to argue anymore as your eyes fall to his hands, watching as he tries to put his keys frantically in the ignition. But his hands are too shaky and far too jittery so it takes him a few tries before he even gets the key properly in. And then, when he does, he stops, doesn’t turn the key -- doesn’t do anything.

He just stills.

You watch him for a moment, staring at the keys, before you whimper; “what are you doing?” And then, turning your head towards him, you plead with him; “we need to go!”

Stiles doesn’t say anything. Not at first.

He pulls his key out of the ignition, “there’s no time.”

Meeting his eyes, your lips part; “Stiles--”

“Y/N,” he calls, leaning towards you, grabbing onto your arms and pulling you close. Then his hands slide lower, never letting go of you. “I’m going to be erased, okay?” You can’t say anything, your head shakes and your lips part, but you’re stunned silent. “Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”

“No,” you cry, the word just spilling from your lips. “No, I... I won’t. I couldn’t forget you, Stiles.”

“Y/N... you will.”

And you blink at that, heart breaking at the fact that he’s right.

“Just... try to find some way to remember me, okay?” His hand slips into your own again, threading his fingers through your own, gripping onto you tightly, firmly. “Remember... that it’s always been you... Remember that it’s never been anyone but you, from the first minute I saw you...”

Swallowing thickly, you let the words sink in, never tearing your gaze away from Stiles. These are the words you’ve been wanting to hear for months, wanting to know if you’re feelings for Stiles were one sided. If you were still the one he loved.... and now that you are hearing them, he’s about to be taken away from you.

“Remember that you saved my life.”

Lips parting, you whisper; “you saved me life too...” And then you shake your head, small, stiffly, and you feel your eyes water. “Countless times...”

He’s silent for a moment, gazing back at you, as if taking it all in for the last time. And then,

“Just remember... Remember that I never stopped loving you and...” He blinks, eyes never wavering from your own. “I never will.”

There’s an echo of silence, and then, he’s being ripped from you.

You watch as he’s pulled out of the car, and even as you try to hold onto him, you can’t. His hand is pulled from your own and yours is left wandering there, flinching when the car door is slammed shut behind him. There’s a flash and then there’s just... nothing.

It feels like the image of him is... disappearing.

“Remember,” you mumble, softly, inaudible except to yourself. Eyes flickering lower, to your hand, your brows furrow. “Remember... you have to.... remember...”

Remember... what?

Pushing open the doors to the school, you find you’re slow in your step.

Your eyes wander across the crowd of students, feeling your chest tighten for some reason as you do. Things feel wrong, but you can’t explain why. It feels like a blank spot in your mind when you try to search for the reason why. And as you glance around, catching sight of Hayden, Liam, Mason and Corey, they smile and wave at you like nothing is wrong.

And everything else seems normal.

But it’s like this instinct, this sense...

“Y/N?”

Blinking, your head turns, meeting a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Everything okay?”

At your silence he takes a step towards you, curling his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. A soft smile curls onto his lips as he does, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, and blinking back down at you in curiosity and mild concern.

“Yeah,” you say softly, a whisper. Then, you blink, shaking your head, smiling softly up at him. “Morning, Isaac.”

His grin brightens, turns goofy as he squeezes your hip gently. “Mornin’,” and then, his smile falters, even if only a little. His brows quirk, furrow, and he tilts his head. “You sure you’re okay? You look a little distant in the eyes.”

“I--”

“Hey guys.”

Blinking over at Malia and Lydia, you find yourself slow to respond to their greeting smiles. Which, of course, instantly catches their attention.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Malia asks softly, her brows quirking in concern.

“That’s what i’ve been trying to figure out,” Isaac calls, frowning down at you.

“She won’t tell you either?”

Turning your head, it’s your turn to frown as Scott walks up to the four of you, eyes already trained on you. For some reason, it felt... well, it felt like someone else was supposed to be with him...

But it’s just him.

“Won’t tell any of us by the looks of it,” Lydia calls, pursing her lips at you.

“Guys, it’s nothing...” You mumble, falling into Isaac’s side, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “It’s just... I don’t know... I woke up this morning and something felt wrong...”

Isaac’s brows furrow; “wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “just like a sense...”

Just then the school bell rings. You blink at it, eyes flickering to the students that bussle around to get to class.

Glancing back at your friends, they seem to eager to go as well.

“But i’m fine,” you assure, plastering a soft smile to your lips. “I promise.”

“Well,” Scott says slowly, obviously still worried. “Just let us know if it get’s worst, okay? Your instincts are usually right.”

“We’re all here for you,” Malia adds, sending you a warm smile.

Nodding, you wave at them as they all go their respective ways. And for a moment, you forget Isaac is still there, gaze falling to your feet.

The feeling just won’t go away.

Slipping his arm from your waist and instead slipping his hand into your own, Isaac squeezes it gently, pulling your eyes on him. And, as your eyes flicker up to his own, you can’t help but have this feeling that it’s supposed to be someone else holding your hand. And not him.

And that there’s supposed to be a different pair of eyes gazing back down at you like he is.

But that wouldn’t make sense.

Isaac has been your boyfriend practically all through high school, so... who else would it be?

“Ready?” He calls gently, pulling you from your thoughts.

Blinking, you pause; “for what?”

“Class?” He mumbles, gesturing around you at the now practically empty hallway.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Shaking your head, you smile apologetically up at him. “Sorry, i’m just tired. Haven’t been sleeping much lately.”

Pulling you gently along, Isaac smirks teasingly; “it’s all that tutoring you’ve been doing. You’re pushing yourself too far.”

“Yeah, well,” flushing lightly, you just smile up at Isaac. “It’s extra credits. And the two i’m tutoring are very sweet.”

“Yeah, especially one.”

You don’t miss the tone behind Isaac’s words. And you push back the feeling that this conversation almost seems familiar, like you’ve heard it before. That sounded absolutely ridiculous. Maybe it just sounded similar because Isaac’s had an issue with you tutoring this kid for a while -- yeah, that must be it.

Rolling your eyes, you just laugh; “Jeremy’s nice, Isaac. There’s no reason to be jealous.”

Isaac’s eyes widen in disbelief; “he totally has a crush on you!”

“He does not!”

“Yes,” he emphasizes, “he does.”

Shaking your head, you decide not to argue, already knowing that this is something Isaac has been convinced of for a while.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t,” you smile gently, leaning against Isaac to press a quick, teasing kiss against his cheek. “You’re the only one for me.”

And he eases at that; “of course,” he grins, “who else?”

Someone else...

No.

Chuckling at his words, you pull back from him, ignoring his attempt for a proper kiss. “I’ve got to get to class, Isaac. I’m already late.”

“Which is why one last kiss won’t matter!”

Slipping your hand from his own, you shake your head; “i’ll see you later, Isaac.”

He just sighs, but doesn’t argue, letting you slip into class. You offer one last wave, before moving to your seat and settling down, taking out your books and everything else you’ll need. However, just as you move to set your bag down, something causes you to freeze;

And not just something but a... voice.

Remember...

“Remember,” you whisper, to yourself mainly, shaking your head. “Remember what?”

Part 40?

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Chapter 23 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Charlie Gillespie|~

“Since when do we go shopping?” I ask them as we enter a clothing store. “We’re not, I just need to pick up a sweatshirt I saw online,” Owen replies and goes straight to a clothing rack, picking out a light pink sweater. He holds it up for us to see. “Nice, huh?” “Pink really is your color,” Jeremy compliments with a smile, then turns to me, “Don’t you think, Char?” I’m aware they’re only trying to keep me busy and happy, but it’s not really working. It somehow feels like I see Emily everywhere I go. “Yeah, it’s a cool sweater, Oh.” Owen offers me a sympathetic smile before heading to the cash register to pay for it. While I look around, shoving clothes back and forth on the rail, pretending to be interested in any of it, Jeremy looks at me. I can feel his eyes burning on the side of my neck. “You okay, buddy?” My question startles him a little. “Uhm, yeah… Just really unsure of what to talk about with you…” I raise my eyebrows at him, fully focusing on my best friend now. He draws in a deep breath. “All I can think about is Emily and how we can get her back, but I don’t know if I can even mention her to you or talk about her because you get all sad and teary-eyed,” he points at me, “Like that! But I miss her so much, bro. Like, I get she was your girlfriend, but she’s become my best friend and I really do miss her.” I manage a smile and pat him on the shoulder. “We all miss her, man,” I wrap my arm around him and start leading him towards the exit, knowing Owen has wrapped up and is in tow. “I swear, if I knew a way that could get her back, I would. But I went over there Saturday, and Mitch said she really wasn’t up for any visitors. I even texted Madi and she told me to leave Emily alone for a little while. I’m sure that, once we come up with a good idea to get her audition back, she’ll talk to us again.” I take a deep breath. “And if we don’t, I guess I’ll just be sad forever.” “And if we don’t,” Owen chimes in, “We’ll take the time to heal. You’ll take the time to heal. Even if that means no band rehearsals for a while until you find your love for music again.” I take in a deep breath. He’s not wrong, and I know he isn’t, but it’s still hard to believe. “I think I left my love for music with Emily,” I say, which earns me a pained expression from the boys. “Where to next? Anything else we need to pick up?” “We could head into the Music Shack?” Jeremy points at the music store at the mall. Everything revolving music reminds me of Emily, but I nod anyway and follow the boys to the store. All three of us walk around separately for a while, and I find myself at the pianos without even noticing. I press a couple of the keys, a soft melody bellowing out until my fingers subconsciously start playing Emily’s song Wake Up. “So get up, get out, relight that spark You know the rest by heart,” I sing out the lyrics I know by heart now. Her voice even resounds in my brain. I wish she were here to sing it for me but instead I’m faced with the reality again that Emily is angry at me and hasn’t talked to me in almost a week. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on without her. The fire in my heart has been snuffed out. “Hey, bro, ready to go?” Jeremy asks, suddenly seemingly nervous. He fiddles with his flannel again, not even daring to look at me. They probably heard me and are now sad Emily wasn’t the one singing the song. Even though it was just one line. “Uhm… Yeah, let’s go!” I step out of the shop and want to go left, but the boys grab my arm and pull me into the other direction. “We came from there, guys,” I tell them as they push me further. “Yeah! I uh… I forgot something!” Owen says, and I can tell he’s hiding something. “Coffee! We forgot coffee!” Jeremy chimes in, pointing to the coffee shop a few feet further. “Let’s go get some coffee, Char!” He grabs me by the hand and pulls me with him into the coffee shop. I look at Owen, who’s looking at something behind him for a moment before following suit. We stand in line for coffee, my two best friends fidgety and nervous. It makes me wonder what’s gotten into them. I want to ask when Owen’s eyes grow wide. “I-I forgot my wallet at the music store,” he says, “How stupid!” And rushes out of the store. I glance at Jeremy, hoping he’d give off some explanation, but instead, he’s looking at the menu, trying to figure out what to pick. “What are you going to drink?” he asks, “I think I might go for a Frappuccino,” he blabs nervously, and I find him still fidgeting with his flannel. “I think I might go for a black coffee,” I reply, suspicion rising within me. “Are you guys okay?” “What?!” Jeremy suddenly sounds offensive. “Of course we’re okay! Just a lack of coffee, is all.” I blink a couple of times. Both of them had coffee this morning. I turn my head to find Owen walking back this way and another guy walking the opposite direction. With his ginger hair and small posture, he looks exactly like Uncle Mitch. “Hey, was that Mitch?” I ask when Owen joins us again. “What? No! I wasn’t—I wasn’t talking to anyone.” He immediately breaks eye contact with me and looks up at the menu now too. “I’m going to go for a cappuccino. What are you guys going for?” Jeremy and Owen have always been weird, but this is topping everything. They’re hiding something from me, and I want to know what. “You’re hiding something from me,” I blurt out. Owen and Jeremy look up at me, both looking like deer in headlight. I busted them and now I’m waiting for a response. “What’s going on?” “Next,” the barista says, and Jeremy steps up to order, dropping the conversation. I will find out what they’re hiding from me, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do.

“What are we going to do about this audition thing?” I ask the boys when we’re walking away from the coffee shop. The conversation in there has been stilted, neither of us knowing what to say. I did ask for an explanation for their weird behavior, but neither of them ever answered. “I don’t know, man…” Jeremy replies, “I mean, I would do anything to get Emily in that school, but they’re pretty strict. Guidelines are guidelines…” “Yeah, they’re guidelines. Not actual rules,” I mumble, fidgeting with the bracelet around my wrist, not even looking where I’m going. “It just frustrates me we can’t do anything.” Owen’s hand comes up to my chest, stopping me. When I look up at him, his eyes are wide, staring at something ahead of him. I turn my head slowly, and when I find what they’re looking at, everything instantly makes sense. Emily’s sitting at a table, eating ice cream with her uncle and Madison. She’s the only one with her back to us. “We’re sorry, Charlie, we tried to keep you away from her when we saw her earlier,” Jeremy apologizes, but I barely hear him. All I can see and hear is Emily. She’s talking about something to Madison. None of the words seem coherent. Then a soft laugh erupts from her body, warming the fire in my heart just slightly. Madison’s eyes meet mine, and they grow in shock. “I think we’ve done enough shopping for the day!” I hear Mitch say and the three of them get up. Mitch grabs their shopping bags while Madison wraps an arm around Emily and guides her away. The girl turns around, mouthing a ‘sorry’ my way. I didn’t think seeing Emily would hurt me so much. Maybe it’s the not being able to talk to her or sing with her. Or maybe it’s the not being able to touch her or tuck a strand behind her ear. It kills me to see her. Because all it reminds me of is the fight we had in the parking lot. “Can we go now?” I ask, my eyes pooling with tears. Both Owen and Jeremy offer me a sympathetic smile before putting their arm around my shoulders and guiding me out of the mall. There’s no way I’m ever going to get over Emily. We need to figure something out.

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“Elena I CAN’T believe this!” You groan. “You have gotten our family into a LOT of trouble but this is the first time we’ve been kidnapped.” You laugh.

Elena stares at you with a look of guilt in her eyes. Still, you didn’t care. You were furious at her for putting you and possibly Jeremy in danger again. All because she associated herself with the Salvatores.

“Why am I even here?” You demand angrily to the girl keeping you there.

A moment ago, her companion had tried to drink from your neck and that’s when you’d gotten angry and hadn’t stopped yelling since.

“You look exactly like her.” She says to Elena, ignoring your comments while analyzing Elena.

“But I’m not her! Please whatever you-“ your sister begins to beg and you roll your eyes.

“Be quiet!” The woman demands her and Elena looks at her pleadingly.

“But I’m not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert, you don’t have to do this!” She cries.

“Pretty sure she knows that Elena.” You groan.

“I know who you are. Both of you.” The woman says, finally at least giving you a glance. “I said be quiet.” She growls.

“What do you want?” Elena cries and finally, the woman grows tired of her whining and slaps her hard using her vampire strength, knocking Elena unconscious and onto the couch behind her.

“I want you to be quiet.” She says afterwards.

You sigh quietly, flopping backwards onto the couch.

“I am never getting out of this mess.” You sigh.

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You silently pace back and forth in the room you’re kept in, biting your nails out of bad habit.

Elena begins to stir next to you so you sit back down and wait.

As she begins to sit up, you put a finger to your lips to tell her to keep quiet.

You’d been listening to the conversation of your captors and had learned that they were in contact with a man named Elijah.

Elena stands and gestures for you to follow her upstairs so you can listen even more. Reluctantly, you follow.

You hear one of their names, Trevor and learn that they’re on the run.

“I’m sick of running!” The girl cries.

“Yeah? Well running keeps us from dying.” Trevor responds.

“Elijahs old school. If he accepts our deal, we’re free.” The other one says, dismissing the boys words.

Suddenly, Elena steps on a creaky floorboard and the woman turns quickly, noticing the both of you.

“You! There’s nothing around here for miles. If you think either of you are getting out of this house, you’re tragically wrong. Understand?” She yells.

“Who’s Elijah?” You ask, curiousity getting the better of you.

“Your worst nightmare.” She replies before returning to her brother.

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Elena, curious as she is, follows the woman off into a room. You ignore it, staying put on the couch in the room you were originally in. Trevor enters as Elena leaves and sits next to you.

“Can I help you?” You mutter.

“I can’t tell if you’re brave or stupid for talking to a vampire like that.” He responds.

“Why are you keeping me here? I get Elena, she’s leverage over the Salvatores. But I mean nothing to them. So why not let me go?” You ask, facing him now.

“You both ask a lot of questions.” He states.

“And I’d like answers.” You sigh. “I’m stuck here. You might as well tell me why.”

“I personally don’t understand why. My sister seems to think handing you two over will redeem us. I think it’s a death wish.” He responds vaguely.

“Because of Elijah?” You ask.

“You are quite the eavesdropper.” He says.

“Who is Elijah? A vampire?” You ask, ignoring his sarcasm.

“He’s one of the vampires. He’s an original.” He tells you, finally revealing some information.

“What’s an original?” You ask, puzzled.

“Don’t the Salvatores teach you anything?” He asks.

“The Salvatores don’t talk to me. I’m just y/n to them, elenas younger siblings.” You sigh.

“Well then.” Trevor sighs. “The originals are people we’ve been running from for 500 years. My sister believes that if we use you two, we can negotiate ourselves out of the mess.” He sighs.

“Why us?” You ask, still not understanding.

“You, I don’t know. Your sister is however a Petrova Doppelgänger. She’s the key to breaking the stupid curse.” He sighs.

“The sun and moon curse or whatever?” You ask.

“You do know some history.” He replies sarcastically.

“Only because I’ve read my sisters diary.” You mutter. “How is my sister the key to breaking it though? I thought that was the sunstone.” You sigh.

“Moonstone. And no. It’s the binding to the curse. What breaks it is the sacrifice.” He explains.

“Oh. Wait what sacrifice?” You ask.

“ the sacrifice of the one with the doppelgänger blood. Your sister.” He responds.

Before you can react, Elena comes back in with the woman.

“Tell me more.” Elena asks.

“Captivity has made them both pushy, huh? What do you want to know doppelicious?” Trevor asks with a smirk and you feel yourself wanting to gag.

Elena asks a few more questions but you ignore them, looking around the room for a way out. You knew that if the Salvatores came, they’d do everything to save your sister, leaving you to fend for yourself as per usual.

You tune back in a moment later.

“They’re the first family. Rose and I pissed them off.” Trevor says and the woman you now know as Rose gives him a pointed stare.

“Ok I pissed them off, Rose had my back and for over a millennium, they wanted us dead.” Trevor corrects himself, obviously annoyed.

“What’d you do?” You ask, piping into the conversation and surprising Rose by doing so.

“He made the same mistake countless others did. He trusted Katerina Petrova.” She says simply.

“Katherine.” Elena sighs.

“The one and only. The first Petrova Doppelgänger.” Rose elaborates.

“I helped her escape her fate and now I’ve, sorry, WE’VE been marked ever since.” Trevor adds.

“Which is why we’re not gonna make the same mistake again.” Rose says sternly before turning on her heel and going to wait for something. Or someone.

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Not long after, Trevor is pacing around the room in a panic about someone wanting him dead and Rose is trying to convince him everything will be fine. She’s convinced that whoever this ‘Elijah’ is, he’d want Elena and you more than their deaths which makes you feel slightly uneasy but not scared per say.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Rose takes a deep breath before beginning to walk away to answer it.

“You’re scared.” Elena states and you glare at her, telling her to stop poking the vampire bears.

Rose ignores her and orders Trevor to stay put with the two of you.

An elegant males voice wafts throughout the house. “Rose Marie is there somewhere we can talk?” He asks her and your stomach does a small flip.

She directs him into the house and apologizes for how messy it is but he simply shrugs it off a moment later.

She explains to him what she wants and why he’s there from what you hear.

“I have complete authority to pardon you and your little pet. What’s his name these days? Trevor. If I see fit.” The man assures her. At the sound of being insulted, Trevor glares quietly at the door.

Rose says Katherine’s given name and he immediately takes interest. She tells him that she didn’t die in the church, which you’d already known because of Elenas diary entries about it and because you’d already met Katherine herself.

To your surprise, he doesn’t seem the least bit shocked at the fact that she’s still alive. And it seems Rose returns the surprise.

“Oh, when you called and invited me to this armpit of civilization, which is a mere three hours from the town we know as mystic falls, I surmised it had everything to do with Katerina. Do you have her in your possession?” He explains calmly.

“No. But I have better. I have her doppelgänger.” Rose says.

The man stops speaking for a moment and then continues. You listen to his voice for a moment longer but then get bored and turn to Elena. The two of you sit in silence, watching each other for a moment.

Then, the door opens. Elena gets startled and turns towards the door and a man rushes in using vampire speed, right to her. You watch, mesmerized.

The man looks over Elena for a moment then slightly sniffs her neck.

“Human. It’s impossible.” He states. Then he looks directly at her face. “Hello there.”

You stay silent, holding your breath and standing away from them, hoping whoever he is won’t see you. You presume he’s Elijah.

“And you. Who is this?” He asks as he lays eyes on you.

“I’m nobody. Just here for some very unknown reason.” You sigh.

He analyzes your entire body, sending chills down your spine the more he watches you.

You cross your arms across your chest defensively, feeling nervous about a man who looks like he could have been carved out of marble by the gods staring your body up and down.

“Clearly you must be somebody. You are here after all.” He says finally before turning back towards Rose as if he’d never spoken to you.

“Who might that be Rose Marie?” He asks again.

“It’s her sibling, y/n Gilbert. We brought them because they were with the doppelgänger when we found her. Think of them as leverage to make her cooperate.” She explains, obviously nervous.

Elijah stops and thinks for a moment, watching you intently before speaking again.

“We have a long journey ahead of us. We should be going.” He says finally, gesturing to you and Elena to come with him. You look at him, shocked.

“But why me? I have nothing to do with this!” You sigh.

“You are just as Rose-Marie said. Leverage.” He says simply.

Elena gives Rose a pleading look. “Please. Don’t let him take us.” She begs.

Elijah faces Rose again. “One last piece of business and we’re done.” He says before walking gracefully over to Trevor.

“I’ve waited so long for this day Elijah. I’m truly, very sorry.” Trevor cries to him, a look of obvious remorse and regret taking over his face.

“Oh no, your apology’s not necessary.” Elijah says, sounding almost bored.

“But it is. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you.” Trevor insists, staring at the ground in guilt.

You feel almost bad for him with all that’s happened in his life. He trusted a pretty girl and spent 500 years paying the price. It was a sad life story.

“Oh yes, you are the guilty one and Rose aided you because she was loyal to you and that now I honour. Where was your loyalty?” Elijah responds calmly, yet clearly disgusted. Somehow you could tell he was definitely a man who valued honour.

“I beg your forgiveness.” Trevor pleads and Elijah gave him a quick one over before answering, causing you to nearly hold your breath in anticipation. This was better than most tv you’d seen.

“So granted.” Elijah replies.

Trevor smiles and you feel a rush of relief for him. Sure, he’d kidnapped you but he really did deserve to be pardoned for his actions. Even if it was his sister doing the work towards his pardoning.

But then, Elijah makes one swift motion and Trevors head goes flying across the room. You let out a loud, scared gasp and Rose looks at him, horrified and furious no doubt.

“You!” She cries, tears in her eyes and her tone crackling with anger.

Elijah looks in her direction calmly. “Don’t Rose. Not now that you are free.” He warns.

He looks to you and Elena and you feel yourself shivering at his stare.

“Come.” He says calmly, and you know it’s not a request. You begin to go towards him but Elena stops you.

“No. What about the moonstone?” She says defiantly. You groan and shut your eyes, preparing for a swift death because of your sisters death wish.

“What do you know about the moonstone?” He asks, suddenly curious. You feel yourself slightly relax, knowing he won’t kill you right away.

“I know that you need it and where it is.” Elena replies.

“Yes?” Elijah asks, intrigued.

“I can help you get it.” Elena replies calmly.

“Tell me where it is.” Elijah orders. You give her a stare saying to do what the vampire who could snap you in two says but she doesn’t notice.

“It doesn’t work that way.” Elena says and you mentally kick yourself.

“Are you negotiating with me?” He asks her, a smile fighting its way to his lips, showing he’s amused by her brave act.

He turns to Rose questioningly.

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” She says with a shrug.

He turns to you. “What do you know of the moonstone, y/n was it?” He asks.

“It is. And as I said before, I have nothing to do with this. I don’t even know what the moonstone looks like.” You reply.

You watch as he tries to compel Elena but see it doesn’t work. You know full well the necklace he notices right after is why.

“What is this vervain doing around your neck?” He asks before pulling the necklace off her neck and throwing it away. He quickly grabs her head and compels the real answer out of her.

“Interesting.” He mutters to himself when he hears it.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of glass shattering from upstairs.

“What the hell?” You mutter.

“What is that?” Elijah asks Rose, ignoring your comment.

“I don’t know.” She admits.

“Who else is in this house?” He tries.

“I don’t know.” She repeats again.

Without a word, he grabs you by the shoulder then grabs Elena and rushes you both to another part of the house using his vampire speed.

“Hey! I’m not some rag doll you can just drag around!” You argue.

He ignores you once again, throwing Elena into Roses arms and letting go of you.

“Rose.” He says warningly.

“I don’t know who it is.” She says.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounds from upstairs. “Up here.” You hear Stefan say.

Elijah rushes up the stairs using his speed.

“Down here.” Another Salvatore voice rings out from downstairs.

As Elijah goes to go downstairs, a stake goes through his hand. You gasp out of reflex but he simply removes it with a small groan.

When you turn, Elena and Rose are nowhere to be seen.

‘They saved even the kidnapper before me?!” You think sadly.

“Excuse me, to whom it may concern, you’re making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can’t, do you hear that?” Elijah says loudly as he returns to where you are.

He looks you over for a second, obviously puzzled as to why you’re still there. He snaps out of it immediately and breaks a coat rack behind you as a makeshift stake.

“I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girl. I’m gonna count to three or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?” He says again cautiously.

Suddenly, Elena appears at the top of the stairs.

“I’ll come with you. Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.” She begs.

Elijah speeds over to her, not dropping the stake in his hand.

“What game are you playing with me?” He asks her angrily.

Elena responds by throwing a grenade of vervain in his face. He recovers quickly but when he goes to grab for her, Stefan appears and shoots him with another weapon. When he isn’t affected, he throws it at him and runs towards him, tackling Elijah. The two come barreling down the stairs together and as soon as one of them hits you, everything suddenly goes black.

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You woke with an aching head, slowly sitting yourself up. Even with silence that you could hear a pen drop in, your head throbbed in pain.

“I wouldn’t sit up that fast if I were you.” A voice says from behind you.

Startled, you jerk your head around to see Elijah, a stake dropping out of his hand. You wince, grabbing your head out of pain from the sudden movement.

To your surprise, he gently kneels down beside you and reaches out.

Out of reflex, you lean back in fear.

“You needn’t fear me. I only wish to help.” He says simply and for some reason you can’t comprehend, you believe him.

“What... what happened?” You ask, your memory fuzzy and confused due to the perfect quiet in the house.

“The doppelgänger tried to attack me and when I went after her, her suitor, Stefan I think his name was, ran at me. Then the other suitor, the darker haired one, Damon I believe, ran a stake into my chest. Quite rude if you ask me.” He says with a small smile.

“The Salvatores suck that way. Leaving me in a house with someone trying to kill my sister and taking her kidnapper with them, for instance.” You groan.

“Yes, I suppose that is unthoughtful of them.” He agrees with a slight chuckle.

“Come. We will find some ice for that bump on your head. Before it swells.” He offers, standing and holding his hand out for you to take.

Cautiously, you place your hand in his outstretched one. He carefully helps you off the floor and picks you up in his arms.

“I apologize, it’s easier to travel for you like this than it is to just hold my hand.” He explains sheepishly.

“It’s alright.” You mutter sleepily, your eyes fluttering shut tiredly.

Suddenly, you were moving at higher speed than you’d ever known possible. You were no longer tired. In seconds, you were at a random apartment.

Elijah opened the door and entered, setting you down on the couch. He wordlessly went to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He returned to you and gently placed it on your wound.

“Why are you helping me? I never did anything to earn it nor am I important in your business.” You ask.

“You’re quite curious.” He states. “I’m helping you precisely because you have nothing to do with the business I have with your sister. You’re an innocent bystander. Rose-Marie should never have taken you in the first place. It is not your fault your sister is a doppelgänger. You should not suffer the consequences of her burden.” He answers your question.

“You know, I don’t know why you kidnapped my sister but I’m sure she deserved it.” You admit.

He’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“You’re taking my side? How strange.” He comments and you shrug.

“You’re clearly not a bad guy so you must have a good reason.” You say, knowing better than to ask for his reason.

He gives you a thoughtful look, clearly happy and not used to others finding reasons to trust him.

“I hate to bother you but I’d really like to sleep in my own bed...” you begin awkwardly. “Can I go home?” You finish, feeling your face burn red as his face filled with disappointment.

“Of course.” He says, clearing his throat. “I never meant to make you believe I was keeping you here, I apologize.” He finishes, standing up and away from you.

You stand carefully and begin towards the door. He follows you so you stop, confused.

“You don’t know where we are.” He points out, once again picking you up in his arms.

More aware of your surroundings and situation, you feel your face burn red again.

He speeds over to the Salvatore house and sets you down on the porch lightly.

Damon comes around the corner, clearly irritated.

“I thought you were supposed to be dead.” He growled to Elijah.

“Yet here I am in one piece.” Elijah says calmly, clearly unaffected by Damon’s mood.

“Yes. Here you are.” Damon says with a frown.

“He brought me back in one piece Damon, which is more than I can say for you and your brother.” You butt in, staring at the ground sadly.

“Y/n I-“ He begins, his tone softening.

“Save it. I know you guys don’t exactly love me but leaving me there? That stung.” You interrupt bitterly.

Elena is suddenly outside, rushing to you for a hug. You immediately push her away.

“I’m so sorry we were so caught up y/n.” She begins.

“Caught up saving your kidnapper?” You accuse angrily. She stares at the ground guiltily.

Stefan silently comes outside but doesn’t bother saying anything to you, knowing he’d only sour your mood more if he did.

“At least Elijah had the heart to check on me after tackling me. He gave me ice when none of you could be bothered to even get me out of there!” You yell.

“Wait you’re taking his side?” Damon says in angry disbelief.

“Damn straight I am!” You reply, crossing your arms. “He clearly has more of a heart than any of you so I’m sure he had a valid reason for this. Besides, he didn’t actually kidnap us. The girl you rescued instead of me did.” You finish.

You glance at Elijah and notice a small smile on his lips. He seems happy to be defended, so it seemed.

“Whatever y/n. That’s ridiculous but whatever.” Elena mumbles, going inside. Stefan quickly follows to be sure she’s alright.

You sigh and feel guilty immediately but a hand gently grabbing your arm makes you turn, forgetting your guilt.

“I would like to thank you. Your defence for me means a great deal.” Elijah says with a smile, making your heart race.

He’s staring into your eyes contently as you speak.

“It was nothing. Just telling them how I feel.” You admit with a sheepish grin.

“Well, enjoy the love fest now but you lay another hand on Elena and it will end in tragedy.” Damon threatens from behind you, bringing you back to reality.

“Well it seems I am not welcome here.” Elijah says with a sad smile. “I should leave. Goodbye darling y/n.” He said, gently kissing your hand.

You smile. “Goodbye Elijah.” You say in a near whisper.

He runs off but you don’t worry. You know, somehow, the two of you would meet again soon...

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