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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years

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The Reader is a virgin and Erik gives her oral turning her out/Erik dry humping The Reader playfully

I am doing two imagines in one because I wanted to write these two together I think it fits lol. Also, it took me forever to write this that is why I haven’t updated in like three days. Very long, and very detailed. Enjoy 💖

Warnings: SMUT, Bickering, slight FLUFF, Daddy-dom, mention of blood, Virgin SMUT, dry humping.

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“Yo, am I gonna have to pop this clown! Nigga, don’t you EVER put your fucking hands on my best friend like that. When she tells you no that means no, nigga.”

She looked at him with cautious eyes. Her best friend, Erik Stevens, was there to save the day. Thank God for him. The guy who had a death wish was pushing up on her and grabbing her ass after Y/N told him multiple times that she wasn’t interested. All she had to do was hit up Erik and he came to the rescue. He didn’t fuck around when it involved Y/N. That was his Thickums.

Don’t nobody fuck wit’ my Thickums. I will kill for her.

That’s just how it was. Erik and Y/N have been best friends since she met him through her brother. It didn’t take long to connect and vibe the way they both did. Tony, her big bro, died in a motorcycle accident and even though she hates to say it, that accident brought Erik and her closer. Now he was Y/N’s protector since Tony was dead. Erik is older than Tony by three years and Y/N by four.

“Aye, my fault, bruh, this yo girl?” The drunk asshole with frisky hands asked.

“Does that matter? Don’t worry about all that,” Erik pointed a deadly finger at the guy almost shoving his head back, “Don’t touch her again, BRUH, before I put you six feet under-“

“Erik!” Her prominent eyes went wide staring up at him before she mouthed let it go. Over the years Y/N gained some upper body strength with the number of times she had to hold Erik back from killing someone. The thing is, he would literally KILL someone. He didn’t hide anything from her. The times he’d been away was times when he was off doing a mercenary job adding scars to his body. He would come and go with little communication and each time felt like a hole was being drilled into her heart.

Now here he was. Back home after a couple of months. He seemed angrier than the other times he came back from a job. His eyes were stone cold and pitch black. Nostrils flared and blowing smoke like a dragon. Hennessy running through his veins. Fists clenched and veins popping out his arms. Y/N grabs Erik’s jaw to make him look down at her. When she did, his eyes seemed to soften and then a teasing smile spread across his lips.

“I’m cool, Thickums,” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “I won’t kill nobody tonight, I promise.”

They both had an audience at this little bar and lounge that Y/N’s friend, Paige, dragged her to. All the black people staring over at the bar to see if a fight would break out so they could record. The disgusting guy who tried to touch Y/N walked away muttering something and Y/N was sure that Erik overheard it. Pulling Y/N in closer, Erik placed a kiss to her forehead before turning her back around to face the bar. The smell of his Tom Ford cologne burned her nose. He dragged his face along her wild curly hair with his arm still around her. Y/N didn’t complain because she knew her best friend missed her and he was also very drunk. However, that wasn’t until Erik leaned against her, causing her breasts to painfully smash against the edge of the bar. He was doing that shit on purpose now.

“Erik, stop! you’re putting all your body weight on me, “ Y/N complains as she rolls her eyes before pushing Erik away.

“I miss you, Thickums. It’s always good to see my best friend when I come back home.”

“If you miss me so much you wouldn’t leave like you do, stupid,” She could feel Erik wrapping his large arms around her waist, prompting his biceps to mold into her hips. He was very touchy-feely when he was drunk and Y/N knew she was going to have to babysit his ass. No driving at all.

“Why would you drive here drunk, Erik?” She spoke with a stern voice.

“Because...I can,” He looked down at her with an elevated brow, “Why, you’re gonna punish me, Thickums?”

“If only I could tame your big ass.”

“You wish you could tame me, baby girl. So what’s really been up with you?”

She chuckled before taking a seat at the bar, “Besides the same old everyday boring shit, I’ve been getting set up with blind dates by Paige and her friends.”

“Blind dates? Really?” Erik shook his head before smiling, “And how did that go?”

“Fucking horrible. That’s all they want is sex. I don’t have time for that mess.”

Erik bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a laugh.

“What?” She asked with a bothered tone.

“I keep forgetting you still have your V card.”

She looked around her at the crowded bar to see if anyone overheard him. Blushing, Y/N takes a sip of her mixed drink. She didn’t want to get on the topic of virginity.

“Let me guess,” Erik nudged her with his shoulder, “You don’t wanna talk about it?”

“Nope. And definitely not here.”

“We ain’t gotta talk about it here we can talk on the way back to your place.”

Y/N leaned back from Erik with a playful smile, “You’re spending the night with me, bestie?”

“Only because I don’t feel like making that drive to my new spot. You gotta come through soon it’s dope.”

“Just like that Audi R8 V10 you got parked outside?”

Erik glanced over at her with low eyes and a smirk, “You love the whip, huh?”

“Love it?” Y/N’s eyes rolled with a leering expression on her face, “Love it doesn’t even describe how much I envy you right now.”

“You’re not driving my shit, woman,” Erik shook his head before waving his hand in her face, “I said no! you can’t drive for shit.”

“HERE WE GO,” Her voice grew loud and defensive, “I can drive jack ass-“

“Not when you swerve up on the sidewalk you can’t-“

“Bitch, don’t even play with me like that it was one time!”

Erik glared at her, his voice becoming deep and gravely, “Did you just call me a bitch?”

“I-Yes, yes I did.”

“You better watch your fucking mouth, Thickums. You’re lucky you’re my bestie because if not...”

Erik smirked before turning away from her. Y/N blinked at him with interest, impatience written all over her face.

“If not, what?”

“...Put my dick in your mouth to make you shut up.”

“Oh...” her skin felt like a furnace.

“See, that’s why I didn’t want to say it. You need to loosen up, bestie,” Erik nudges her shoulder playfully.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me, E,” Y/N avoided Erik’s eye. She couldn’t understand why she felt so...turned on. Maybe it was because that was the first time a guy ever said something like that to her. She wouldn’t feel so awkward if he said that to another girl but he was referring to her in that manner. Now, the wheels in her head were turning. What if Erik wanted Y/N to be his girl? What if he thought about having sex with her but didn’t mention it for obvious reasons. Y/N was so deep in thought at the bar that she hadn’t noticed Erik calling her name. It took for him to wrap his arms around her waist again and pull her close to him for her to finally snap out of her daze and come back to the present.

“Huh?” She said with a whimsical expression on her face.

“You good? Should we bounce?” Erik asked with concern. His brown eyes focused on her intently.

“Um, yeah, we can,” She grabbed her clutch from the bar, grimacing a little because it was sticky at the bottom, “let me just tell Paige and then we can go-“

“Paige ain’t worried, look,” Erik pointed to a small section near a bar on the other side of the lounge. Paige was surrounded by a few men and her other friends she brought with her. They were freak dancing and flirting with drinks in their hands and low eyes.

“Paige ain’t worried. She too busy freaking on some dude.”

“And drunk out of her damn mind,” Y/N added with a disapproving tone.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look, bestie,” Erik joked.

“Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous, Erik?”

“Because deep down in your virgin heart, you want to let loose and grind that thick ass on a nigga. I know you do. You ain’t even gotta front with me. I know you better than you know yourself, Thickums.”

“Clearly you don’t, because-“

“Save all that shit, ma,” Erik threw down some money that the bartender graciously grabbed before someone else did, “Let’s go. We need to have a little discussion.”

“No,” she shook her curly head, “You are drunk, I’m calling an Uber.”

“I’m not getting in the back of somebody’s car when I have my own,” Erik snatched her phone from her hand, “And I’m not drunk, just a little buzzed. I’ll finish off my bottle when we get in the house, ma.”

“Whatever,” Y/N stomped away and through the crowd, leaving Erik behind. He caught up with her and grabbed her hand, both of them rushing out of the claustrophobic lounge. Finally, outside, Y/N was thankful for the 60-degree weather because it felt much better against her skin than the 90 degrees in the lounge.

“Can I have my phone back now, DAD?”

“Not with that fucking attitude,” Erik pulled her arm like she was a bad kid, “Let’s go.”

Y/N stayed rooted to the spot. She pulled her arm back causing Erik to stumble and a black couple to walk past snickering. Erik looked down at her as if she tried to kill him. Eyes round saucers, nostrils flared, breathing heavily like a dungeon dragon, grip on her hand tighter than before, Erik was pissed.

“Y/N,” Erik looked from side to side before speaking in a gruff low tone, “Don’t make me embarrass you out here, best friend or not, I will whip that ass.”

“Okay, Killmon-“

“Say it.” Erik dared her. Y/N snapped her mouth shut before lowering her head to fight a smile. She loved toying with Erik.

“Getting on my damn nerves,” He pulled her again, “now come on before I throw you over my shoulder.”

“Fine,” She stopped with her games for now. They both walked down the street and around a corner to find Erik’s car parked next to a Subway. He unlocked the doors with a click of a button before walking to the passenger side to allow Y/N access. She slipped inside and watched Erik shut the door softly. As he walked around to the other side, Y/N opened the door again and slammed it shut. She snickered and damn near lost her breath at the way he stopped in front of the car and scowled at her. He nodded his head slowly before walking with his chest poked out to the driver's side. Y/N could not control her laughing. Hand clutched for her chest, eyes welling up with tears, breathing nonexistent. She was in literal shambles.

“WHAT THE FUCK, GIRL!” Erik growled, “You really asking for it don’t be slamming my door like that!!!!fuck is wrong with you!!!”

“You should have seen your face, oh my God,” she threw her head back, “You were ready to kill me over your whip.”

“You wanna try me again?” Erik asked with an even tone. But it was a dangerous tone of voice.

“If it makes you look all angry like a pit bull then HELL YEAH,” Y/N closed her eyes, falling into laughter again.

“I really wanna throw you over my lap and pop that big ass butt until you cry.”

Y/N licked her lips, the laughter gone and replaced with a shocked expression.

“...did you? I mean...did you just?”

Erik didn’t say a word. He started his car, turned the volume up on the radio, and focused all of his attention on driving even though his hands were itching to spank her good and hard.

“Erik?” Y/N asked with a soft tone. Still, nothing from him.

“E-Kill-I’m sorry,” She put an innocent smile on her face, “I love you, bestie, don’t be mad at me.”

“You really know how to piss a nigga off.”

Y/N beamed, leaning over to kiss Erik’s cheek, “It was all jokes, kay? I just like messing with you.”

Erik shook his head, “It’s because you know I won’t get you for it. But that’s where you’re wrong, Thickness,” Erik reaches across to the passenger side, grabbing Y/N’s exposed thigh and squeezing it hard. She swatted his hand away before kissing her teeth. Erik laughs before mushing her playfully.

“What do you mean?” She looked at him with wary eyes while massaging her upper thigh. His grip was firm.

“My best friend is too beautiful and sexy and she needs to let loose a little, cut all that shy shit out. You hear me talking to you, Thickums?”

“I hear you but I’m not following,” She gave Erik a puzzled look.

“When we get back to the house,” Erik paused for mystery, “I’m gonna teach you some things.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see. Put your seatbelt on.”

Y/N fastened her seatbelt. She kept her eyes on Erik to see if he would break down and tell her but no, he acted like she wasn’t even there staring at him with her doe eyes. Y/N pouts, folding her arms across her chest. The silence was eating her alive. The drive felt longer than usual. As soon as they pulled into her Apartment Complex and Erik parked his car next to hers, she hopped out and walked to her building to unlock the door. Erik took his time grabbing his bottle of Hennessy to annoy her further. He even turned up the music in his car to bop to a little while drinking.

“Drip to hard/don’t stand too close/you gon’ fuck around and drown off this wave/doing all these shows/I’ve been on the road/I don’t care where I go/long as I get paid/bad lil vibe/she been on my mind/Soon as I get back/she gettin’ slayed/do this all the time/this ain’t no surprise/every other night/another movie getting made!!”

She watched Erik rap in his driver's seat, tapping her foot rapidly against the concrete with a mug on her face. She was fuming watching him have his little concert.

“Erik!!!” She yelled at him even though he could hardly hear her with that loud music.

“What’s up, Y/N!”

Y/N turned to see her neighbor, Sharnese, walking towards the building in a pair of leggings and a thin ass T-shirt with a bonnet on her head.

“Hey, Nese,” Y/N groaned, her eyes focusing back on Erik dancing in his driver's seat.

“You okay, girl?” Sharnese followed Y/N’s line of vision and a big smile appeared on her face. Sharnese squealed like a schoolgirl, jumping up and down making her titties bounce around.

“IS THAT ERIK?!”

“Yeah, that’s his annoying ass-“

“OH MY GOD ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE SEEN HIM!” She rushed towards his car. Sharnese ran around to Erik’s side, knocking on his window. Erik looked over at her before smirking, rolling his window down. Sharnese wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck before leaning into the car, all in Erik’s face, planting a kiss to his cheek. They were talking a little too close for Y/N’s liking. She was growing jealous.

Why is this bitch on my best friend like that?

Sharnese giggles then she bit her lip.

Girl, you do too much.

“Erik!!!!!!” Y/N yelled making her throat raw. Sharnese and Erik looked over at her as if she interrupted something.

“What? Let’s go!” Y/N finally unlocked the door to the building before pulling it open and stomping up the steps to her place. She was so angry that she dropped her keys a few times while trying to get her apartment door, 2C, opened.

“I haven’t seen Nese in a minute, Y/N, stop acting like that.”

She ignored Erik and walked into her place, kicking off her shoes at the door. Feeling a vibration inside her clutch, Y/N pulled her phone out to see that she’d gotten a message notification from Paige letting her know that she made it home safe with everyone.

“She was all in your face, Erik.”

“I know,” He walked to the kitchen to retrieve a few cups, “She’s cute. Pretty and ghetto.”

“Erik, shut up.”

“I don’t want her, Y/N. Stop being jealous. Every time I come home you have me to yourself. A nigga has needs too. Just because you ain’t getting none doesn’t mean I don’t want none.”

“Was that a jab at me for being a virgin?” She was truly offended.

“Let’s talk about that.”

Y/N saw Erik pouring two cups of Hennessy and apple juice.

“What is there to talk about? I haven’t had dick Erik, boo-hoo, what’s so special?”

Erik almost spilled his drink, “What’s so special? Man,” He laughs, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you let a nigga pop your cherry.”

“I don’t want just any nigga taking my virginity, my pussy is too precious for any nigga.”

“You’re right,” Erik swirled his drink around his mouth before swallowing, “That’s why I have a suggestion.”

“If it involves one of your friends, fuck no-“

“If you shut up and let me talk, Thickums, then you’ll know.”

Y/N sat down on her carpeted floor in her living room, head leaning back against the couch. She motioned for Erik to speak.

“What if...I help you out?”

“Come again?” She asked him to clarify.

“What if I am the one to...” Erik made a motion with his hands to make her catch on to what he was inquiring about. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion at that very moment. Y/N stares unblinking at Erik. Even him snapping his fingers in her face didn’t break her out of it.

“Oh my God,” Erik ran his hands down his face frustratingly, “It’s sex, Y/N, I’m asking you to let me be the nigga to pop your precious cherry.”

Still bewildered, she opened then closed her mouth like a fish in the water.

“Hello?” Erik said with annoyance, “Why are you giving me the silent treatment now?”

“Um...” Y/N laughs nervously, lifting from the floor to take a seat while gripping the edge of the couch, “Erik...are you for real?”

“No, I’m for play,” Erik chuckles, “Yes, Thickums, I’m asking you to...let me...you know...lay that pipe.”

“Nah,” Y/N motioned for Erik to pass her his cup, “That’s enough devil juice for you tonight, bestie, you are really tripping.”

Erik threw it back in one sip before placing his cup on the coffee table, “I’m dead ass, ma, no games over here. I really wanna hit.”

“Wow. What the hell happened to you when you were gone for two whole months?”

“Nothing, I’m still the same old Erik. Just...okay don’t look at me like that,” Erik rolls his eyes, “You want me to keep it real?”

Y/N tilted her head up at Erik, “Yes, I want you to keep it real and stop messing around. You don’t play and say something like that unless you really want to do that, you get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah,” Erik lets out a breath slowly, “which is why I’m about to be brutally honest.”

“Fuck,” Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Fuck ain’t even the word, Thickums,” Erik looked over at his Hennessy, “I’m gonna need more to drink.”

“Fill mine up too,” Y/N really needed it. Her stomach felt queasy. She figured drinking Erik’s favorite drink would calm her nerves and prepare her for what this man had to say. Erik walked over with her cup and the bottle, settling next to her on the couch. He poured himself a cup, then handed her the mixture he made with the apple juice. Y/N curled up into the corner of the couch while tucking her toes into the cushion to warm them. She fixed her skirt so Erik wouldn’t have a straight-on view of her panties.

“Aight so listen,” Erik leans on his thighs while twirling his cup in hand, “I’ve thought about having sex with you on plenty of occasions but I didn’t initiate it because you’ve been my best friend since like, forever, and I just didn’t want to make the shit weird-“

“Like right now?” Y/N spoke with a shaky voice.

“Yeah...like right now. This shit is mad awkward forget I brought it up-“

“Nope,” Y/N takes a long sip before scrunching her face with disgust. Too much Hennessy and not enough apple juice.

“Don’t get scared over there cuz I know you can’t talk about sex for five seconds.”

“You’re so petty,” Y/N scowled, “Keep talking.”

“I told you I’m going to be brutally honest. And... I peep shit.”

What did he peep? Y/N sat up straighter. She felt like she was sitting in a confessional with a lie detector attached to her arm.

“For one thing, you get mad jealous when I talk to other women. Like...possessive. Two, you stare a nigga down hard when I got my shirt off and when I’m walking around in my grey sweat pants-“

“Erik-“

“Don’t interrupt me again,” He said with a husky voice. Y/N closed her mouth and listened.

“You blush anytime I make a reference to sex or compliment you, especially if I talk about your ass. You love it when I call you my Thickums. Makes you feel special doesn’t it?”

“I hate you.” She could feel her cheeks heating up. Y/N covered her face out of embarrassment.

“No, you love me,” Erik reaches across to pull her hands away, “And you have feelings for me.”

“Leave it alone, ERIK.” She was starting to grow frustrated.

“You want me to be that special nigga that pops your cherry-“

“Didn’t you pop Paige’s cherry? If that’s the case then you’re not so special, ERIK.”

Erik mugged at her, “The fuck you mean by that? I ain’t never fuck Paige. That’s a fucking insult to myself, especially this dick,” Erik pointed to the dick in question. He kissed his teeth, “Man...I can’t believe you put me and Paige in one sentence like that.”

“That’s what everybody said, Erik! And you didn’t deny it either-“

“Everybody must wanna die. I don’t like motherfuckers lying on me, Y/N. You know how I can get,” Erik’s jaw tightened, “Really? And you of all people believed that shit?”

“Because you DIDNT DENY IT.” She yelled.

“Number one, I was hardly around to deny it. Two, I don’t entertain that bullshit. It’s child’s play. Three, I would never disrespect you like that and fuck your homegirl-“

“Erik, you fucked one of my homegirls STOP IT,” Y/N laughed harshly.

“WHO?” He argued back.

“JAMILLA.” Y/N fired back.

“JAMILLA? Big titties? Chocolate? Short cut hair?”

“...Yes.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. Erik was deep in thought for a second before a coy smile spread across his lips. Y/N hated his handsome smile at that very moment.

“I remember Jamilla,” Erik reaches for his cup but those dimples couldn’t be hidden even if he tried, they were too damn deep.

“She was cool,” He shrugs, bringing that cup to his lips but as soon as he looked over at Y/N’s glaring face Erik damn near spit his drink all over his crisp white T-shirt.

“Fuck you.” Y/N said with spite.

“Listen, can we just get back on topic? About you? I’m not worried about Jamilla, Paige, or Sharnese, okay? I’m worried about my best friend-“

“That you all of a sudden want to fuck?”

“It’s not all of a sudden-did you hear what I said earlier? I SAID that I thought about it plenty of times before, Thickums.”

“Well...why bring it up now?”

“Because I figured I should tell you and get it off my chest since you want some dick from a worthy nigga such as myself.”

“What makes you think it’s you that I want dick from?”

Erik bites his lower lip, “That’s really cute, ma, real cute. What other nigga is worthy? You turn down any dude that gets in your space, and I’m the only man that you’re this comfortable around. So, if that doesn’t confirm it I don’t know what else does. Unless...there are some personal reasons that you haven’t shared with me,” Erik raises a brow at her while looking at her body. Y/N felt exposed and purely shocked at Erik looking at her the way he was. All seductive and sexy.

“Admit it,” Erik pushes, “You want to lose your virginity to me but you’re afraid. You’re afraid to ask because I’m your best friend and you don’t want to make it weird and ruin our friendship. Admit it...you were saving yourself for me.”

Y/N had a vacant expression on her face. She looked away from Erik and down into her lap, twirling the ring around her finger. She couldn’t look Erik in the eyes. He was right. She was saving herself for him. She thought she could deny it for however long and hope that he would somehow make the first move on her. She hadn’t expected that day to be today. He could read her so well. Was she really that obvious?

“I don’t hear you talking, Thickums.”

“Shut up, Erik.”

“Talk to me-“

“NO!” She threw a pillow at Erik’s head, “No! I’m not saying shit.”

“Cuz’ I’m spot on,” He laughs, “I knew it-“

“Erik...shut up...right now.”

“NO. You shut up before I lay you out on this fucking couch-“

“Don’t tell me to shut up-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Erik raised his voice.

“Who are you talking to?!!!-“

Erik Damn near charged at Y/N on the couch, pinning her body down flat, bringing her arms above her head, and placing his strong body on top of hers. She squirmed, squealed, fussed, but Erik wasn’t letting go. He allowed her to grow tired so that she would have no other choice but to give in. Finally, she stopped moving and started whimpering. Erik was laid out on top of her, his crotch resting on her upper thigh. The more she made those little whimpering noises the more his dick grew. He looked down at her thigh then up into her face. She weakly met his eyes before looking away to avoid them.

“Look at me,” Erik demanded.

“No. You need to get off of me.”

“But you don’t want me to.”

Y/N moved her thigh that was directly under Erik’s crotch, giving him some friction. Erik swallowed spit. That thigh meat felt good against his dick. He went to move against her causing her to writhe beneath him, her thighs moving up and down. Up and down. Side to side. Side to side.

“What are you doing?” Y/N glanced down at her leg.

“Nothing,” Erik plays it off.

“Erik,” Y/N threw her head back against the arm of the couch, “get off of me.”

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee.” She begged.

That only made Erik move against her thigh again. Alarmed, Y/N started twisting her wrists to try and release herself from his grasp.

“What are you d-doing?” She staggered.

“Just playing,” Erik laughs.

“Playing?” Y/N watches Erik move his crotch up and down her leg.

“Erik, are you-“

“Just shut up and let it happen, Thickness,” His dick was almost at full capacity. About 95% hard. It was Y/N’s thick thighs. Felt like he was grinding into a couch cushion with how thick and soft she is. Each time his dick would rub against her, his balls would jump.

“Erik, a-are you humping me?” Y/N barely spoke. Her voice was so low in his ear. How did it get to this? One minute Y/N was calling up Erik to help her out and now he was grinding his dick against her thigh. Her face was frozen. Her limbs were stiff. She could feel that thick pole and all its length glide against her skin. Each time he came back up his dick would twist to the side in his jeans and touch her inner thigh. He was...she couldn’t find a word that best describes how big he was besides large. Enormous? Monstrous? Vast? Colossal?

“What does it look like, ma?” He bit into his lip, a soft chuckle escaping his mouth at Y/N’s expression. She was lost. Barely able to register what was happening.

“That’s what it looks like,” Y/N spoke off to the side because she couldn’t look Erik in the eye.

“This too much for you, Miss Virgin? I mean...” he swiveled his hips causing his dick to move from side to side on her thigh, “I know you’re pure and all...”

“Fuck, Erik. Please get off of m-me,” Y/N’s heart was thumping in her rib cage, “You’re drunk and when you wake up tomorrow you won’t even realize what you d-did.” She felt exhausted and all she was doing was laying there taking Erik’s assaults. He clearly thought the shit was hilarious because Y/N could tell that he was smiling in her peripheral.

“You got me over here dry humping you’re leg. Stop acting like you don’t like it and let go.”

“I can see that,” she said with an awkward tone, “Erik, I’m in literal shock right now-“

“See what? You ain’t seeing shit with your eyes looking at the wall.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before biting her tongue. She did like it. She’d never experienced it. He was centimeters away from her crotch. All he had to do was pull his pants and briefs down and there would be skin on skin humping. Y/N would probably cum right then and there from that alone. Her pussy was throbbing right now, “I have more courage to focus on the wall than at what you’re doing to me right now.”

“Thickums,” Erik whispered in her ear, “don’t you wanna see it?” Her heart stopped.

“It?” She asked with a perplexed expression.

“Yeah,” He smiled, “Tell me what it is.”

“...I don’t want to, Erik.” She shook her head, trying to force herself to breathe normally again.

“Why? Tell me, I’m your bestie.”

Why is your dick so big? Why are you making my pussy so wet? Can you please pop my cherry? I’ve always wanted this too. Erik, I’m dick-hungry and I need it. Show me?

Her eyes closed.

“Why are you so damn thick?” His breathing was ragged.

“Genetics,” she answered sarcastically.

Erik kisses his teeth, “You’re so damn uptight. Loosen the fuck up before I make you.”

“Erik, please-“

“Nah, I want you to stop acting all shy. It’s me, Erik, your best friend for like, 15 years?”

But,” Y/N licked her dry lips, “My best friend is getting...getting hard because of me. It’s...I can’t even think straight.”

Erik grabs her chin, making her look at him. When she did, she saw all of the desire in his eyes. Raw, uncontrollable, desire. It stunned her. Now, Y/N couldn’t look away. He wasn’t giving her an annoyed look like he usually would. He wasn’t ready to burst into a laughing fit as if to say “gotcha”. Y/N knew he was dead serious. She felt her body relax against his. This was Erik. She could be open with him and honest.

“Erik...,” Y/N looked from her thigh to his face, “I’m not gonna lie...I’m nervous.”

“I know. That’s why I want you to loosen up. We don’t even gotta have sex-“

“No, no. I want to.” Y/N felt her body shivering.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I do want you to be my first. I can’t think of anybody else...”

There was silence for a moment. Erik and Y/N just stared at each other. They were silently accepting what the next move would be. Kiss. Undress. Touch. Lick. Suck. Fuck.

“I got you,” Erik kisses her forehead, “I promise it’ll be amazing. None of that wack shit. I want my best friend to have a memorable first time.”

“Okay,” Y/N spoke with a soft voice.

“Okay,” Erik let go of Y/N’s wrists above her head slowly. Her hands came down at her sides. Erik watched her for a moment to see if she would change her mind but Y/N waited patiently for Erik to make the first move. Any move. Erik’s eyes admired Y/N. Full lips, prominent brown eyes, round nose, head full of kinky curly hair that frizzed at the ends because she picked it out. Now, his eyes were staring at the silhouette of her body. Curvy, soft, chocolate. Everything that he loved. Everything he wanted to eat, suck, lick, bite, fuck. Erik reaches his left hand up to Y/Ns face. Using just his fingertips, Erik strokes Y/N from her forehead down to her chin. His thumb would delicately touch her cheek while he gazed into her eyes to watch her every reaction.

“You’re so beautiful Thickums,” Erik smiles.

“Thanks, E,” she bashfully looked down.

“Especially those lips,” Erik bit his lip, “Those lips looking really juicy.”

“Oh gosh,” Y/N giggles while biting her lip.

“Stop, STOP,” Erik deepens his voice, “I’m supposed to bite that lip.”

Y/N slowly dragged her lip from between her teeth. The moment her spit covered lip released, Erik takes his teeth to bit her lip lightly. Y/N’s body jumped. She wasn’t used to that type of contact. Of course, she kissed guys before but never like this. Erik’s lips sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Y/N could taste the Hennessy on his tongue. His tongue was so warm and silky smooth. Each time he dragged his tongue along her bottom lip, Y/N would take her fists to grip Erik’s shirt tightly.

“You’re gonna let me stick my tongue down your throat, Y/N?”

“Y-yes.”

Erik gripped her neck lightly, taking his much fuller lips to mold with Y/N’s. He took her breath away each time he kissed. Y/N brought her hands up to hold Erik’s face, closing her eyes to relish at the moment. She couldn’t look at him while they kissed. It was too intense. Erik didn’t even speak, his body did all the talking. Grinding his iron-hard dick into her thigh, grunting into her mouth, tongue wiggling in her mouth, hands coming down to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his solid chest. He could feel her nipples through her Demi bra and thin white top.

“Erik,” Y/N stopped kissing Erik to breathe and lick her swollen lips, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I can’t either,” Erik reaches up to grab her left breast, “but I like this shit. My dick is...so stiff.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered.

“Look, let me show you.”

Erik sat on his knees. Y/N watched with low eyes as Erik unbuttons his jeans. Then comes the zipper. The one barrier keeping that long dick away from her. Erik takes his shirt to rest under his chin, his hands sliding into his jeans and briefs, pulling them down in one clean motion. Her gasp and wide eyes were the reactions that he wanted. Y/N covered her mouth, her eyes never leaving Erik’s dick. Long, girthy, smooth, groomed, chocolate, veins protruding through his skin, tip shiny from his precum, Y/N was blown away.

“You see how hard my dick is?” Erik moved his hips to make his dick bounce, “I’m so hard, bestie.”

“Um,” Y/N licked her lips, “It’s nice, Erik...it’s...a lot of dick.”

Both of them laugh.

“Yeah,” Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, “touch my dick, Thickums.”

“I’m scared,” Y/N nervously laughs.

“It’s okay, relax, ma. Didn’t I tell you I got you?”

“Yeah…,” Y/N looked up at Erik through her lashes.

“So let me take care of you,” Erik rubs her hand with his thumb, “Here,” he spoke softly.

Erik wrapped Y/N’s hand around his shaft. Her fingers hardly touched with her hand grabbing him. She swallowed spit, her chest rising and falling swiftly. Y/N was afraid to do anything else but the warmth and softness of his dick made her pussy convulse. Imagine all that smooth dick sliding inside of you. Covered in your cream, stretching you out, digging deeply, and making you cum and squirt. At that moment, Y/N forgot about what her fingers and toys could do. She wanted to find out what Erik’s dick could make her do.

“Look at that little hand grabbing all this meat.”

“Fuck, Erik.”

“Don’t worry, just wait, you’ll be able to take all of this.”

“I-okay…” Y/N was unsure.

“That tight pussy can stretch, Y/N, before you know it, that pussy is gonna’ take all of me.”

She whimpers.

Erik didn’t say a word as he started untying Y/N’s long wrap skirt. He pulled the skirt from her body and stared down at a pair of yellow lace panties wrapped around a chocolate treat.

“Mhm,” Erik took his fingers to play with the corners of the crotch of her panties, “This the pussy I’m taking, Y/N? This virgin pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” she spoke timidly.

“Uh-huh is right,” Erik leaned down to her again, Y/N’s hand still wrapped around his dick, “I’m eating your pussy too.”

“Okay, you can eat my pussy,” She nibbled on her bottom lip.

“You can eat my pussy,” Erik mocked her sweet voice, “Damn, just like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” Her voice was shaky.

“Bet,” Erik grabbed the end of Y/N’s shirt. He pulled it up past her belly and then over her bra. She had on a brown Demi bra.

“Damn, nice full titties, ma,” He pulled down the straps and watched each fleshy mound pop out with hard Hershey kiss nipples. Y/N closed her eyes, skin heated from Erik using his thumbs to pluck her nipples and twirl them. Erik then pulled her nipples and shook her breasts, releasing them and watching them bounce. Y/N’s deep breaths became louder and louder while she squirmed beneath him.

“Shit feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yessssss,” She hissed.

“Ima suck em for you-“

“Please?” She reached out for him.

Erik wrapped his lips around her left nipple. He sucks nice and hard. She could feel her nipple repeatedly being pulled and suckled between Erik’s tight lips. Each nerve ending in her nipple ignited and sparked. Her thighs rubbed together, and her hands clawed his arms, mouth unhinged and stayed wide open with no sound escaping. So this is what it felt like to be suckled on? Now, she wanted him to show her right breast some attention. Y/N takes her hand to grip the back of Erik’s neck, pulling his face over to her other breast with a pout of her lip.

“Ha,” Erik looked up at her through his long lashes, “My bestie feenin’ already.”

“It feels good,” She blushes.

“Mmm,” Erik gave her right nipple the same amount of attention while using his thumb to play with her left nipple. Y/N’s body arched and writhed. She ran her fingers through his dreads, pulling the coarse hair. He made her body tingle all over. Her toes curled and eyes rolled. If Erik kept this up she might cum. It felt that strong and good that she was ready to burst.

“Fuck, girl,” Erik’s chin was stained with spit, “You taste like chocolate all over these nipples.” Erik licked her nipples one by one to give them equal amounts of attention. Her fingers in his hair were so violent. Erik could feel pain in his scalp as if she was trying to snatch his hair out. Y/N’s skin was at high temperature and now her thighs were squeezing Erik’s hips.

“Chill out, Thickums,” Erik reaches around her body to pull her bra fully off, “That’s better,” his hands squeezed and massaged her breasts, “Give me a kiss.”

Initiating the kiss this time around, Y/N leaned forward on her elbows, sloppily crashing her lips into Erik’s. He softly chuckles, blowing air from his nose that tickles her upper lip. It was unhurried, steady, and gentle. Y/N wanted to learn Erik’s mouth and what he liked. Did he prefer for her to use a lot of tongue or did he enjoy the way she sucked on his bottom lip? Erik seemed to approve of whatever she did because he was grunting into her mouth repeatedly. Kissing him made her body have chills. Y/N felt like her soul was being sucked through her mouth into his from how breathless she was at the moment.

“God,” she broke the kiss, taking in a deep breath. Erik trailed his kisses down her neck and back up over and over. Goosebumps rose over her skin and his hands stroking her shoulders didn’t help.

“Your lips are so fucking soft, Mhm,” He nibbled on her bottom lip, “Why did you move your hand from my dick, ma? Put it back on there.”

Scared, Y/N grabs Erik’s dick again, testing the weight of it. He was so sure that she would be able to take him just fine but the more she squeezed him and lightly stroked him she started to feel apprehensive. Y/N’s hand moves down to touch Erik’s balls. She trembled, her breath coming out uneven.

“Y/N,” Erik could feel her hand shaking around him, “Relax, baby, relax, Aight?”

“Erik-“

“Shhh, don’t talk,” Erik pulled at Y/N’s panties, “Let me take care of you, okay? That way, you’ll feel more confident to take care of me.”

Y/N simply nodded her head. Erik grabbed the sides of her panties to tug down her legs. Her knees quaked as soon as the fabric was down past her toes. She was now fully exposed in front of her best friend. Her best friend and now her fuck buddy. It was now or never.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes, E?”

“Not until I’m finished with you. I want you to undress me.” Erik carefully placed his hands on Y/N’s knees, “I’m about to spread these thick thighs, ma, you ready?”

Dragging her tongue over her bottom lip, Y/N nodded her head sluggishly.

“Talk to me, ma, say yes,” Erik’s hands dragged up her thighs.

“Yes,” Erik was captivating her with his smooth voice. He can get all the pussy in the world with his voice.

“Good girl. See? That wasn’t hard, Thickums-“

“Erik…,” She shyly looked away, “um...can you take off your clothes too? That’ll make me feel more comfortable if you're naked like me.”

“You sure?” He asked with a single brow upthrust.

“I’m sure, E,” Y/N smiled, “Let me.”

Erik stood from the couch while Y/N sat in front of him. She helped him out of his jeans and briefs before tossing that on the floor in a wrinkled pile. Now, her fingers lightly pulled at the bottom of his shirt, hitching it up to reveal his scar covered abdomen and chest. Erik helped her out the rest of the way, pulling at his shirt from the back, then up and over his head forward. Even undressing him was stimulating. Erik was a lot of man. Able-bodied and powerful.

“Lay back, girl, let me taste you.”

She could feel her body laying back against the couch but her mind was elsewhere. She was enthralled but at the same time, she was a nervous wreck. Erik’s strapping body hovered over hers for a moment before his chest touched her naked one. The scarring gave Y/N a pleasant texture against her nipples. His lips sucked on her throat before trailing down the middle of her chest, her belly where he licked her outie-belly button, and now all over her phat mound. She was smooth down there and could feel the moisture of his lips caressing and tasting her. She could feel her body thrusting up into Erik. Y/N’s heated eyes watched him push her thighs back gently so he could kiss her pussy lips delicately. Even when he kissed her outer lips, Erik could still taste her arousal. Sweet, syrupy, goodness. It was the natural lubricant that leaked from a virgin puss. Erik wanted to growl.

“Goddamn,” He was fanatical, “This motherfucker tastes good.”

“Thank you,” she withdrew her eyes from his, “It feels good...I like it…”

“How much?” Erik stroked his thumb up and down her pussy lips to rub in her natural lubricant. Each time he drew his thumb back, a slimy string would connect to the pad of his thumb from her pussy lips. Erik sucked his thumb each time causing his best friend to gasp with surprise.

“Tell me how much, Y/N.”

“So much,” she said with a self-conscious voice.

“Girl...I’m gonna break you out of that shy shit tonight. Wait and see.”

“Erik, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize. I know, baby, you can’t help yourself. I’m putting my lips on this little pussy and it’s too much to handle. Just know this though...I’m gonna make you handle it.”

“Oh,” she lets out a shaky breath, “You’re nasty, Erik.” She nervously bit into her bottom lip. He was too nasty.

“This ain’t nowhere near how nasty I can get,” Erik looked down at Y/N’s pussy, “open these thick thighs so I can see this little pussy, okay?”

“Okay,” hesitantly, Y/N opened her shaking thighs. Erik watched her juicy peach span out for him. The sound of her wetness against the skin of her pussy when her lips spread had Erik grinding his hips into the couch cushions. Y/N’s pussy is beautiful. All that honey sticking to her clit, labia, and outer pussy lips. He didn’t even want to lick it up just yet. It was so breathtaking coated in her sloppy goodness. He remembers taking some chick virginity when he was in high school and all he wanted to do was cum. But now, he took his time to fully admire how beautiful her pure and flawless pussy is.

“Baby girl...I don’t even want to ruin this just yet...oh my God-“

“Why?” She asked with a perplexed expression.

“Because it’s so precious, that’s why,” Erik licked his lips.

“Well...I want you to eat it, Erik, right now, please?”

“Right now?” Erik smirked, “look at you, demanding me. How about you lay there and watch me eat this pussy. How about that? And you better not look away either.”

Y/N gave Erik a nervous smile, “I’ll try…”

“Nah, you better do it, Thickums, you ready?”

“Yes.”

Erik adjusted Y/N’s hips on the couch. He got down on his knees and spread her legs wide. Y/N sat up on her elbows so she could watch him like he instructed her to. Erik’s hands smoothed up the back of her thighs before holding them firmly like he did when they were in the car. Pussy spread open and ready to be devoured, Erik started off by giving his best friend soothing kisses to her clit and labia. Y/N reluctantly watched Erik. She tried to pay attention but what she really wanted to do was hide her face with a pillow. She felt so exposed and watching her best friend kiss her pussy, her special place, made her want to shrink away. Erik is so intimidating and experienced, Y/N felt like she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

“Erik...Erik,” She called his name. He was too busy getting his lips covered in her juices. Y/N let out a silent scream when she felt the first lick. He dragged his long tongue between her inner lips and up over her clit. Erik repeated this a few times before looking up into her eyes. Y/N gave Erik a sheepish grin.

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

He tongue kissed her outer lips on each side before placing that same kiss but slower on her clit. Erik had a finesse with eating pussy that Y/N wasn’t prepared for. He took his time to work her up to even more wetness and a powerful orgasm. Now Y/N was being needy. She could see her hips pushing up into Erik’s mouth each time he gave her attention to her clit. Even while he teased her she felt the full capability of what he could do. Erik didn’t even suck on her clit and tongue fuck her yet.

“You like it when I do this,” Erik finally sucked on her clit and labia at the same time.

Y/N moaned, hummed, and sighed. She could only make noises. The vocabulary was a second thought. Erik wrapping his lips around her like that had her ready to scream. How could she miss out on something like that? Her clit felt so sensitive between his lips.

“Answer me, ma, talk to me.” Erik did it again.

Y/N shook her head no with a pout of her bottom lip.

“We gotta talk to each other, bestie. You don’t wanna talk to me?” Erik spoke with faux sadness.

“E-Erik-Umph!!” Y/N pushed at his head, “Ahhh, my God-“

Keeping her thighs back because Y/N was ready to smash his head like a grape, Erik really showed her just how nasty he could get. Erik used his whole mouth and all its skills to eat the fuck out of her pussy. He wanted his bestie to remember what that mouth could really do. Her arms covered her eyes and her teeth painfully bit into her lower lip. Erik watched her stomach flex. She was ready to fly off that damn couch.

“Erik, Erik, Erik, Erik, I can’t, Erik,” she whispered, “It feels so good I can’t, Erik. I-Umph!, Erik!”

Erik allowed her to grab hold of his dreads to move his head while he worked his mouth. Whenever she would move his head to the left, he would take care of her there. The same thing for the right, his lips would slurp and kiss whatever he could reach. That middle is what had her moaning and groaning. That’s where she smashed his face into her pussy. His lips sucked her directly over her clit before his tongue rolled out to flick at her entrance. He felt her pussy tighten around the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my God, ahhhh, Erik, it’s-I’m gonna cum-“

“Mhm, mmm,” He mumbled into her pussy. Erik stuck his tongue out and pushed it as far as it could go into her pussy before he started moving in and out. His tongue was so sharp, wet, smooth, warm, and textured while it fucked her pussy. Her clit didn’t feel left out either because Erik’s thumb would circle it and pluck it.

“Oh, my goodness, Erik,” She gasped, “Erik shitttt, fuckkkkkkkkk, this is too much-“

Fingers clawing the couch, Y/N threw her head back. She wipes her face to catch the tears. That wouldn’t be the first time she cries tonight. The feeling was extraordinary. As if choking on her breath, Y/N felt her lower belly tighten and a feeling creeps up and over her skin. She knew what this feeling was whenever she rubbed her own clit. Erik reaches out to interlock his fingers with hers while he took care of her, giving his all. She fought to breathe through it all but the second her eyes rolled shut and the muscles in her body tightened it was all over. Y/N erupted into Erik’s mouth. Her fingers tightened around his and she allowed her tears to fall.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” Erik praises her.

“I…” she didn’t even know where to start.

“You came so much best friend,” Erik was amazed.

“Baby,” Y/N moaned.

“You’re a good girl, cumming in my mouth like that,” Erik soothed her pussy with kisses, “Are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?”

“Uh-huh,” she cleared her throat.

“Because I gotta teach you how to suck Daddy’s dick, okay?”

“Umph, Erik-“

“It’s gonna be really good, look at this Daddy dick best friend.”

Y/N lifted her head to stare at all of Erik again. He was pulsating. His dick was really struggling. Erik was much larger than before. Maybe this was his full capacity. Y/N nervously nibbled on her fingers.

“It’s okay...it’s okay, best friend...I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

Erik stood up in front of Y/N. She moved her body to sit on the edge of the couch. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with her innocent eyes to wait for his first instruction.

“Good girl, now, you see Daddy’s tip,” Erik rubs it with his thumb, “suck on Daddy’s tip nice and slow for me.”

Y/N timidly wraps her lips around the head of his dick. She felt the sides of her lips stretch uncomfortably before he finally settled in her mouth. Her tongue flicked the tip to taste his pre-cum. More saliva produced after that.

“Yeah, Good, now suck on it...don’t rush it.”

Y/N did her best and sucked lightly on Erik’s head. She worked up a slow rhythm to help herself get used to it.

“Tighten them lips, ma...yeah, just like that, good girl.”

She kept her lips snug while sucking gently. Spit drizzled to her bottom lip and fell to her chest. This was going to be a mess.

“Damn, bestie, that little mouth…you ain’t so innocent anymore.”

She was getting used to twirling her tongue around his dick and sucking on his head. Now, she wanted to give the rest of him some attention. Y/N lowered her mouth some more over him. She stopped to accommodate the amount of dick she slobbered on now. Her body jerked a little because she felt like she wanted to gag.

“Be patient,” Erik fisted her hair, “You’ll get there, ma, it’s too much for you right now. Take your time wit’ it...uh-huh, Hmph, yep, that’s what I mean.”

The sounds of her sucking made her sunken cheeks blush. He felt so good in her mouth. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to take the challenge and fit all of him in.

“Fuck, Y/N, look at you, still tryna’ fit more of me in there? Y/N…breathe through your nose, ma.”

She did, and it worked just a little bit. She wouldn’t be able to speak in the morning. Ten inches of dick trying to fit into her virgin mouth is a lot.

“That’s how you want it, huh?” Erik asked with a breathless voice, “okay...okay.”

Erik took over, moving his hips in and out. Y/N grabbed his thighs, closing her eyes to calm herself so her throat wouldn’t close up. She wanted to challenge herself while sucking dick for the first time. The sounds Erik made while he swiveled his hips made her pussy drip to the floor.

“That’s it, let Daddy fuck this nasty little mouth. I’m gonna turn you into a real freak, best friend. Watch how you end up. Gon’ have you sucking dick and taking dick. You like that, don’t you? Turning into a slut? That sound good?”

She nodded her head with watery eyes.

“I’m gonna train you so well. Before you know it, you’ll be able to swallow this dick just like I like. And for that puss,” Erik reaches down to slap her pussy, “that little motherfucker gon’ know when Daddy in it, have you cumming and cumming fucking with me.”

Mmm,” she whimpered.

“Your jaws are tight,” Erik closed his eyes, “Goddayummm.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. Erik was heavy and thick in her mouth. She tried to be a good girl for him but the second Erik thrust his hips she gagged around him and slipped her mouth off his dick.

“Shit, come here,” Erik’s eyes were dark, “Nah, your mouth feeling too good right now.”

Y/N shook her head, “Erik, I can’t handle it.”

“You were just handling it,” He was desperate, “What if I went slow? I can go in and out real slow for you, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N wrapped her lips around him again.

“YES,” Erik growled, “Let me fuck your mouth nice and slow.”

He went at a measured pace. This also gave Y/N time to admire the faces he made. Scrunching his nose, biting his lip, licking them too. His eyes were no longer a deep brown but more of a piercing black. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Not once did he blink. He’s so sexy. So handsome. All that beautiful dick in her mouth. All of this man standing before her ready to turn her out.

“Guess what?” Erik pulls his dick from her compressed mouth, “I’m this close to cumming,” He put his thumb and pointer finger together to show her how close, “If you let me, bestie, I’ll cum in your mouth.”

“You want me to swallow it?” Y/N asked while staring at Erik jerk his dick.

“Uh-huh...swallow my cum for me?”

“Yes,” She nodded her head leisurely.

“Good fucking girl, I swear,” Erik rubs the tip of his dick against her lips, “open up.”

Y/N closed her eyes as Erik’s dick went deeper into her mouth. His hands came up to hold her face while he thrust his hips into her mouth. His mouth unhinged and his head went back to stare at the ceiling. She could hear him mumbling something. Probably saying how good it felt. Now, Erik stood still, taking one hand to palm the back of her head, using it to bob her head up and down his dick. Y/N used all the strength she had to accept his rapid pace. He didn’t care about slow and careful anymore, this big dick was about to bust.

“Fuckkkk, girl fuckkk.”

Y/N took it up a notch and grabbed his balls to squeeze.

“The fuck- Oh SHIT!”

Y/N’s windpipe gave way to Erik’s dick. She gagged around him.

“ECHHH, ACHHH,” Y/N gurgled. Her eyes widened and blinked when she finally felt Erik’s cum hit the back of her throat. Thick, warm, tangy, it was a new experience. Wanting to get all of him, Y/N gulped him down while jerking his dick to empty him. Erik breathes deeply. She didn’t think it would end with how much it was.

“Girl, I swear to God,” Erik pulls his dick out, “I bust so much, girl.”

Y/N wipes her mouth, “I know, Daddy.”

“I’m Daddy,” Erik lifted her from the couch, “That shit felt so damn good, mmm. And you’re my little girl.”

Y/N thought about that. Being Erik’s little girl. And his best friend.

“We takin’ this shit to the bed, Aight?”

“Okay.”

Y/N covered her chest, walking past Erik with a bashful smile. Erik reaches out to lightly slap her ass. That shit jiggled like a bowl of jello.

“Take your hands down. What I tell you about that?”

Y/N lowered her hands.

“Go and arch over the bed. Ass up, baby girl.”

He wanted it like that already? Y/N took her time walking to her room. While there, she crawled on the bed, lying flat on her belly. She shivered. Ass up? How would she be able to handle that?

“I thought I said ass up?” Erik walked in with his dick swinging.

“Umph, okay,” with difficulty, Y/N hiked her ass up and turned her head sideways to face Erik. Erik looked over her body before his eyes connected with hers.

“Now it’s time for lesson number two. I gotta teach you to take some dick in that little pussy. That arch...that arch ain’t good enough, ma.”

Erik walked up behind Y/N, grabbing her hips. His fingers massaged her hips in soothing circles. She closed her eyes. Now, Erik’s large hands were in the middle of her back, pressing down further. Y/N clenched. She never curved her body like that. Her chest was pressed into the mattress. Her ass was really lifted into the air. She shook slightly.

“This is how you arch. Get that ass up as far as it can go. See? This how you bring that ass north,” Erik slaps her cheeks, making them sting.

“Daddy…,” Y/N spoke weakly, “I-I’m scared.”

“Shhh, cut that out,” Erik rubs her ass cheeks, “Stop doing that. What did I say?”

“You’re gonna take care of me,” She spoke with a small voice.

“Exactly. I wouldn’t lie to you. It’s gonna be your first time, bestie, and my dick is big. Once I'm there, you’ll be feenin’ so good you won’t want me to stop,” Erik leaned forward to kiss her back, “You’ll want me to fuck you anytime and that’s cool cuz I plan on doing that anyway.”

“I trust you.”

“I swear, I promise.”

“I’m ready.” She convinced herself.

Erik got down on his knees to spread Y/N’s pussy open. She was still very wet but he knew she would need a lot more.

“Do you have lube?”

“Yes,” Y/N pointed to her dresser, “In there.”

Erik got up to retrieve the lube. He found it hidden between her socks and underwear. Erik walked back over to her, getting down on his knees again. He put his mouth on her pussy again to warm her up to it. Y/N reached back to grab his head. Erik slurped her up all over. She whimpered into the bed.

“Daddy, I love it when you eat me,” She spoke softly.

Erik went crazy. Now she was getting her pussy eaten from the back. Once he started he couldn’t stop. Y/N made the sexiest noises. Erik’s tongue wiggles everywhere and Y/N’s ass rocked back. She was going to cum each time Erik sucked on her pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” She shook, “ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!”

Like before, Erik drank her empty. Y/N pulled the covers from her bed.

“Girl, I’m telling you,” Erik rubbed her pussy, “I’m going to fuck your little ass up.”

“Please,” She begs, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

Erik takes his fingers, two of them, and slides them inside of Y/N. She instantly gripped him. Erik couldn’t even get his fingers out from her vice grip. He was steady with his fingers. The more he stroked, the more cream spilled from her entrance and trailed down to her clit. When it reached her clit, the fluids dropped to the bed.

“This pussy can’t stop leaking,” Erik wiggles his fingers deep, “I’m reaching in that pussy, best friend?”

“Yesssss-“

“I gotta stretch you to fit me.”

“Please fuck me.”

“I will-“

“Please?”

“Why do you have to beg me like that?” Erik grunted.

“Because I want you to pop my cherry.”

“Y/N,” Erik slaps her ass, “Say that shit again.”

“I want you to pop my cherry, Daddy-“

“Fuck, you know how bad I want it.”

“Then get it, fuck me like a Daddy is supposed to fuck me.”

“Ain’t shy no more. You talk like that now?”

“Mhm, please-“

“Bet, I got that ass.”

Erik opened the lube, squeezing some on his fingers. He applied it to his dick until it was fully coated before sinking those same fingers into her pussy again. He didn’t go too deep in her pussy but deep enough for her to feel him. She wanted that cherry popped it was going to be with his dick. Erik stood behind her, taking his dick and bringing it to her pussy. He rubbed it around her clit before placing the head of his dick at her entrance. He looked at her tiny fuck hole and the head of his dick was bigger than that. He would really have to squeeze in there.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, but you have a little pussy on you and...It’s gonna hurt at first, okay? Don’t be scared, I promise I will make it better.”

Y/N swallowed spit. She was panting like she ran a marathon.

“Y/N?” Erik asked with concern.

“Just do it, Daddy. Will this help?” Y/N reached behind her to spread her pussy lips, “Is that better, Daddy?”

“Yo,” Erik shook his head, “Oh, that’s fucking better alright. Keep that pink puss open just like that and take this big ass dick, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good fucking girl,” Erik takes the base of his dick, then at a slow-going pace, he pushes the head of his dick in. It felt like he had already popped her cherry with the way her body jerked and how his head went in. Smooth at first then pop it landed right inside.

“Are you okay?” Erik looked around to see Y/N’s eyes closed and lips parted.

She licked her lips before speaking with a hoarse voice, “Yes.”

“Okay, I’m about to put more in,” Erik watched Y/N’s pussy slowly engulfing him while her walls damn near wrung him dry. She was so wet and compressed around his thick pipe. Y/N’s hands let go of her pussy lips to reach for Erik. She had her face smashed into the bed. Erik pulled back to the tip and when he did that, Y/N clenched up and whimpered in pain.

“Ouch,” she cried, “Ouch, ouch, ouch.”

Erik looked down at his dick to see a little bit of blood. He did it. He popped her cherry. Y/N breathed so rapidly that Erik was afraid she was having a panic attack.

“Y/N are you cool? I don’t like the way you’re breathing right now.”

“I-I’ll be okay,” Y/N breathed out of her mouth, “Just...just please keep going.”

It stung, and now her pussy throbbed with pain but it wouldn’t last forever. Erik was stretching her and she wanted more. Under that pain is a tingly sensation inside of her. The reaction to the way he glided in. If that’s what it felt like she needed more of it and now.

“I popped that cherry, ma, you bled out on my dick.”

The sound of that turned her on. He took her virginity. His big dick invaded her purity. She loved it. Loved it a lot. Y/N could tell Erik did too.

“Can I see?” She asked.

Erik walked around her to show her. Covered in cream and her clear fluids with a little bit of blood on the upper shaft of his dick. No wonder she bled out as well. Erik is a big boy. She was surprised that was all that came out of her.

“You like this,” Erik smirked while jerking his dick, rubbing it in, “I like the shit too.”

“I want more,” Y/N reached back to rub her swollen lips, “please, Daddy, I want more.”

She was so excited and nervous at the same time. Erik was behind her again, fixing her arch and adding more lube. She was already so wet but he needed to be sure she would feel comfortable. Satisfied, Erik brought his dick to her entrance again, sinking back inside. Y/N clawed the bed, before turning her head to stare forward. Her toes flexed. She was stuffed full of dick. Finally, Erik had all of him inside of her pussy.

“Goddamn,” Erik brought his hands up to rub down his face, “Hold still for me, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N rubbed the bottom of her belly. She felt a lot of pressure there. It was this damn position.

“Gotta pull out some so I can get back in this pussy. You have me hooked.”

Erik pulled out to the tip of his dick, then bam! He hit her again. Y/N gasped aloud. He repeated it again, his hands on her hips. Y/N could hear her wet pussy covered in lube. After Erik thrust a few times she started getting used to it, arching her back even more and moving her hips. That deep pressure made her eyes roll.

“I’m fucking this pussy up. You ready?”

“Y-yes-“

“Damn, I’m about to show you some shit, girl.”

Grabbing the sheets, Y/N felt Erik’s hands get tighter. He pulled out again to the tip, then bam! Back in but this time he knocked the wind out of her. Her hands came back to grab his wrists. Erik pulled out...bam! Her eyes popped open. He increased with each stroke until finally, Y/N was experiencing what it felt like to be fucked by a big dick. Doing it nice and slow felt good but doing it fast felt amazing. He made her cheeks clap against him, loud moans escape her mouth, and her legs shake. He brought his hands up to her spine, Y/N’s hands falling to the bed.

“Nope, that’s not how we arch, girl,” He barked out, “I’m fucking this little pussy don’t play with me.”

“UHHH, UMPH, AHHHH-“

“Pussy so tight, give me that pussy,” Erik presses in deep, “still shy, baby? You’re doing so well, such a slut aren’t you? That’s it, keep that pussy open, fuck, you look so cute when you’re struggling, desperate mess.”

“Daddy,” She moaned. Sniffling back tears, Y/N tried to be a good girl but damn he was banging that thing to death.

“I fucking love hearing you struggle.”

Y/N was crying and drooling.

“Can you take some more?”

Y/N quickly shook her head no but Erik lifted her ass up more and kept pounding anyway. When he did that, he stroked her G spot. Y/N couldn’t pull away even if she tried, Erik had her arms.

“Daddy! Daddy! Please! Cum, Daddy! Please cum! I can’t take it!-“

Instead of him cumming, Y/N spasms, her eyes rolled almost to the whites and she leaked all over his dick. It happened so suddenly. She didn’t see it coming to be able to prepare herself for it. Now, her pussy felt overworked. Erik pulled his dick out of her. Y/N fell flat on her stomach while her body quivered.

“Flip over, baby, I’m not finished with you yet,” Erik strokes his wet hard dick.

“Daddy...I don’t know if I can take anymore.”

“You can, and you will. Flip over.”

Y/N flips over onto her back. Her curly bush was matted to her head and her face was stained with tears. Erik grabs her thighs, bringing them over his shoulders. When he did that, her pussy lips spread and she could feel it convulse with need even though it was sore and thoroughly fucked.

“Now you get to see how my dick gets all this pussy.”

“Erik...please be gentle.”

“I’ll try but I’m not making any promises.”

Y/N was in another dimension. Erik put his dick in and basically said fuck gentle. One clean thrust of all his long dick had Y/N gasping for air. Her hands came up to push into Erik’s chest but there was no use, her arms were like noodles. She looked around the room with wary eyes. He didn’t go too fast and he didn’t go too slow. She found herself staring down at Erik’s dick and the view had her in a trance. She would have never thought that all of him could fit inside of her. Y/N locked her ankles and wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck. She wanted to kiss him. He understood what that meant, bringing his lips to hers and took her breath away. It was sloppy and passionate while he was inside of her. The minute Erik’s hips smacked against hers loudly Y/N broke the kiss to moan. Erik took that opportunity to ruin her further. He sat up on his hands and fucked her just like he was fucking her from the back. Hard and long.

“Erik! Pleaseee! Just cum, Daddy! Cum! It’s so big and it’s too much!”

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets, ma-“

“Oh my God-“

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Erik leans down to kiss her throat, “But you gotta stop moving and be a good girl for me, okay?”

Y/N quickly nodded her head. She wanted him to cum badly, that’s how sensitive she is. His dick would drag over her G spot, causing her to tear up.

“Look at me.”

Y/N looked up at Erik.

“Go ahead, cum on this Daddy dick.”

She exploded.

“Good girl, now...let Daddy cum all over you.”

“Please-“

“Can I cum on these big titties?”

“Umph, yes-“

“You gotta say it, Thickums, tell me where you want me to cum?”

“I-I want you to c-cum on my big t-titties.”

“Yes-yes, baby, let me cum on you. Your pussy making me do this. I don’t ever wanna’ catch you giving this good tight pussy to another nigga, understand me?”

“YES!”

“You’re mine now. Make Daddy happy, baby.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” Y/N let out a sigh when Erik slowed down. His jaw tightened right along with his balls. He was really holding off his cum to feel her more. If she was his and only his, then he would have her pussy anytime. He didn’t need to hold off when he would be cumming again because of her sweet little pussy.

“Come here,” Erik hooked his hands under her ass, “Come to Daddy, baby.” He said with a gruff tone.

“BABY!!!”

“FUCKKKK! Y/N FUCKKKK!”

Erik slips out dragging his dick up to her breasts and shooting a hefty load over her nipples. He jerked and jerked as Y/N watched ropes and streams of cum shoot out and hit its target. He finally stopped cumming, a long string left over and oozing from his dick.

“S-suck Daddy dick, baby girl, clean up the m-mess you made,” Erik could barely talk after that big ass nut, “Clean up your fucking mess. All this because of that g-good pussy.”

Y/N wasted no time. She grabbed Erik’s dick up, opened her lips wide, and wrapped her them around him nice and tight. She could taste his cum on the head of his dick and her cum on his shaft. Erik was covered in it all. Y/N didn’t even need to be told to grab Erik’s balls. She squeezed them while sucking his dick. Erik was still iron-hard and ready to fuck. His limitless dick wanted more and more of her. She could tell because of his pitch-black irises. The killer look in his eyes. She popped her mouth off of his dick, a long string of spit hanging from her bottom lip while her innocent eyes cowardly gazed up at him.

“I don’t know what it is right now...but I feel like thumping that ass real good.”

“W-why?!” Y/N clenched her ass cheeks.

“It’s the way you’re looking up at me, girl. I really wanna spank that ass. Make you cry.”

“Erik, no,” Y/N shook her head, “You are too much.”

“You want it,” Erik smiles at her darkly, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Be polite and ask nicely.”

Y/N was back to being faint-hearted. This was Killmonger. One taste of Y/N’s pussy and now he was giving her evil looks and commands.

“Spank me, Daddy?” She spoke with a fearful tone.

“I can’t hear you, baby, what is it that you want?”

“Spank me.”

“Turn that ass over and arch your back.”

Y/N turned over and arched her back again. She flexed her neck to look back at him.

“That’s how I want you. Look back at me while I pop this big ol’ ass on you, girl.”

“Daddy...what did I do to deserve this?” Y/N was scared stiff.

“Making me cum like that, had a nigga stumbling over his words like you’re in charge. I’m in charge. Hear me?”

“Yes.”

Erik’s hand painfully struck Y/N’s ass without warning, “Good girl.”

She instantly screamed.

“I’m gonna turn you into my trained little slut, do you fucking hear me?”

“Yes!” THWACK, “YES YES!”

THWACK THWACK THWACK.

“Turn your little ass out, make you a slut for this Daddy dick. This is your dick now, slut, this is what you cumming on, okay?!”

“YESS, pleaseeeee.”

THWACK THWACK. Y/N’s legs shook tremendously. She no longer has pain receptors in her ass. She was going numb to his spanking.

“You like my cum on your tits?” THWACK, “Do you like my nut on your tits?”

“Ughhhh yesssss.”

“Daddy’s pretty little slut. Not a virgin no more, huh? I took that shit didn’t I?”

“Yesssss,” She cried.

“I popped that cherry and took that tight puss. I made that shit mine, am I right?”

“Daddy, yess,” THWACK, “Oh, gosh, Daddy-“

“Does it scare you that I could do anything to you right now? Like, take that puss again? Fuck that puss and make you scream?”

“Oh, Gosh- OH MY GOODNESS!!!”

Erik’s dick was in her again.

“DADDY!”

“What’s wrong, baby? Finding it hard to focus?”

“Umph! Umph!”

“Yes, moan like that. Yessss, you sound so fucking sexy.”

“AHHHHHH-“

You know what’s good? When someone with nice big hands is making you moan while they fuck you but the second you let out a sound they immediately cover your mouth and tell you to…

“Shut up,” Erik commands.

That’s what’s good. Y/N’s eyes rolled when Erik’s large hand with his thick fingers covered her mouth like that. Bonus points for him because he clapped that ass from the back while still keeping his hand around her mouth and the other in her hair. Now, he was putting his fingers in her mouth to make her suck on. It still kept her quiet anyway.

Erik leans forward whispering in Y/N’s ear menacingly, “You’re fucking mines, yeah?” Y/N mumbled against his hand, “you’re a messy slut, I can feel you dripping all over me.”

“Erik...stop,” she spoke with a muffled tone because of his hand. Y/N was done. She came on his dick again. She was afraid by the end of the night she wouldn’t be able to cum anymore. Y/N was definitely a virgin no more. Now that Erik took that pussy, she would be on his dick whenever he wanted.

“THAT'S it, baby. Feel good doesn’t it? Just needed a little more hm?”

“A-Ah-ahhhhh,” she moaned with a struggle.

“What is it, angel? That made you feel good?”

Y/N nodded her head with a whine.

“What? Like this?” Erik thrust back in and abused her sweet spot, “You’re so goddamn beautiful. Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, girl!”

Two more thrusts in her pussy had Erik pulling out and cumming on her ass now. His dick jumped against her ass. He didn’t even need to jerk it, his hazy eyes just watched his dick jump and spurt out cum covering her ass cheeks and lower back. Erik finally grabs the base of his dick, rubbing the rest of his cum onto her ass. He stood back watching her body slump into the mattress. He was definitely weak and in need of electrolytes to refuel himself. Erik walked to Y/N’s bathroom to retrieve a warm wet rag to wipe her down. It was late as hell and she needed some rest. He would run a bath for her in the morning. He made it back into the room, sitting down on the bed next to Y/N to clean her pussy, ass, and back. As he wiped her pussy, heavy, drawn-out, gurgling noises came from Y/N.

“Wow,” Erik laughs. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt. Y/N was snoring sleep with her mouth hanging wide open. Erik put her to bed. He flips her over to wipe off her breasts. She grumbled and snorted. He forgot how much of a snorer she was. Erik pulled the covers to her bed back, picking her up and laying her in bed. She automatically curled up into a ball, snuggling her face into her silk pillow and reaching out to grab her large teddy bear almost the size of the bed that Erik got her for her birthday.

“So fucking adorable.” He flicked off her light, pulling the covers back to lay next to her. He snuggled her close to him, his arm reaching over her bare chest to rest on top of the bear. As soon as he closed his eyes, sleep overtook him as well.

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With love, from J

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: G

Genres: College AU, Roommates to Lovers, Fluffy Fluffy Fluff

Summary: A beautiful bouquet of peonies are left on your doorstep, the only problem is, you don’t know who they’re from.

Warnings: none! this is just sweet fluff.

A/N: It’s finally here! This piece is a gift for Ashley aka: @taehyungforreal! I was honestly stunned when I found out that you were my Secret Admiree! I’ve been such a huge fan of your work for a while now and it’s such an honor to write for you. This is currently a very G rated, but I am toying with the idea of doing a smutty one shot down the line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic and encouraged me along the way: @ho-baebae @lovely-literati.

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Trudging up the stairs to your third floor apartment, you can't help but wonder if the $50 a month discount is worth all the extra effort. Especially when your backpack is full of Thicc text books. But at least tonight you don't have to leave again. It's Roomie Night.

Roomie Night is a tradition started way back when you and Jungkook first started living together. The two of you had been in the same group of friends since Freshman year, but weren't very close. But when it was time to leave the dorm, and both of you needed a place, you ended up together. In an effort to get to know him better, you proposed Roomie Night. Once a week the two of you set aside time to eat dinner and hang out with each other.

The idea worked, because now Jungkook is one of your closest, if not best friend. Tonight, Jungkook is bringing home takeout from the Chinese place you love and you've rented some action thriller that he's been dying to see. Should be a really fun night if you can make it up these stairs.

When you do reach the landing, you spot something outside your front door. Peonies? A whole bouquet of them in a beautiful purple vase. They must be from your mom, it is almost Valentine's day after all.

You unlock the door and pick up the vase to bring inside. Peonies have been your favorite flower since you were a child. You had spent many afternoons with your Grandmother as she tended to her flower garden. She often told you what each flower represented and Peonies represent good fortune and a happy marriage. Two things your Grandmother had, and two things you desperately wanted.

After losing the heavy backpack, you pull the card out of the Peonies. It simply says, "With love, from J.”

"From J?" you muse out loud to yourself. Could it be... Could they be from Jungkook? You had never seriously entertained the idea of dating your roommate. Not because he isn't gorgeous. He is. Not because he isn't sweet and caring. He is. Not because he doesn't have a great sense of humor. He does. Wait a second, so why haven't you considered him an option??

But wait, these just say, "from J." Maybe it isn't Jungkook. You don't call him J, nobody does. So maybe it's from someone else? You snap a picture and send it to another friend of yours, Seokjin.

You: any idea who these could be from??

Seokjin: are they from Jungkook?? how many times do i have to tell you to get on the Jungkook train Y/N???

Seokjin: theoretically they could be from Jimin, but i'm pretty sure he's got a thing for Taehyung...

Seokjin: wait what's that guy you were flirting with at work??

You: Jackson!! Omg... maybe it was him... he did ask if i had a valentine this year, but i thought he was just making small talk

Seokjin: only one way to find out

You: wait until someone comes forward so i don't have to awkwardly put myself out there :|

Seokjin: right...

~~~~~~~

Jungkook drags himself up the stairs, legs weak from his intense workout. His long dark hair is damp with sweat. Chinese food in hand, he walks through the door to see you texting away at the kitchen counter.

"Hey how's it going?" The soft smile blush on your face confuses him slightly, he wonders who you're texting.

"Oh it's going." Jungkook walks toward you, setting your dinner down on the counter. "Are you going to shower before we eat, I can smell you over the take out." You laugh and he knows you're kidding. He loves the sound of your laugh...

"I'll shower, you can go ahead and eat, I won't be long." Jungkook goes to the bathroom to start the shower before he walks off toward his bedroom down the hall. He's still thinking about who you're texting, who is making you smile like that. It should be him.

As he picks out some clean clothes he can't help but think about how badly he wants to be with you, but he can't bring himself to cross the boundary from friends and roommates to something more.

In the bathroom, the steam is rising from the shower and Jungkook is so ready to get into the hot shower. He opens the cabinet for a towel, but doesn't find any.

"Y/N! Where are all the towels?" Jungkook calls from the bathroom.

"In a basket in my room, I was gonna put them up later!" You call back to him, mouth full of noodles.

Jungkook slips out of the bathroom and moves quickly to your bedroom to grab a towel. He finds the full basket near your desk where he also notices a large bouquet of pink flowers. His heart stops for a second when he reads the card placed next to them.

From J? Who got you those flowers? Valentine's Day is around the corner and Jungkook realizes he might be too late. He may have already missed his chance to be with you.

~~~~~~~

Empty take out cartons litter the coffee table, the credits from the movie are rolling, but you can't move. You're afraid to move even an inch because Jungkook's head is in your lap. He fell asleep before the first explosion even happened. At first he was just resting his head on your shoulder, but in his sleepy state he eventually made it down to your lap.

You gently brush his hair out of his face and you can admire his beauty. God is he beautiful. The way his nose curves, the sharp edge of his jaw line, each of his cute little moles - all handcrafted by God himself.

Your fingers are still absentmindedly stroking through his locks. The motion of it slowly wakes him.

"Hello sleepy head." You smiled down at him. He quickly sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"So how did it end?" He looks back at you. God how did things change so quickly? Because all you want to do right now is kiss him on his perfect mouth. "The movie? Did they vanquish the evil doers?"

"Oh! Yeah yeah, they all exploded and the hero got back in time for his wedding."

"So all was well." He hums to himself. He'll probably watch the movie again later. He can never stay awake when he eats that much food. "So listen... next week Roomie Night is on Valentine's Day..."

Your stomach twists. Is this it, is he about to ask you out? He looks around the room before looking back at you. All you can do is hope that the blush on your face isn't too obvious in the dim lighting.

"Are you planning to..." He starts, shakes his head, tries again. "Are you gonna have a Valentine this year?" Why would he ask that now if he already bought you flowers, they must not be from him.

~~~~~~~

He reads your face carefully for a reaction. He's put it all on the line, he's got to know who the flowers are from. He waits for you to answer, but the longer you wait the more he realizes you must be trying to find a way to break the news to him.

You must be seeing someone.

"I'm not... expecting anything. If that's what you mean." What do you mean by that? Where did the flowers come from? God he should just ask you. But he can't bring himself to do it.

"Okay, so Roomie Night is on just like always?" He grins, starting to clean up the mess from dinner.

"Just like always." You return his smile, but it doesn't quite meet your eyes. Jungkook is still so unsure about what's going on inside that beautiful mind of yours.

~~~~~~~

Both you and Jungkook have full time course loads and part time jobs, so you don't see each other everyday. You don't really get to see him again until four days after Roomie Night. The two of you are going to be meeting up with your friends for dinner and game night at Namjoon's apartment.

You're waiting, sitting on the couch while Jungkook is getting ready. You're scrolling through your twitter feed when you hear the door open.

Jungkook walks out, shirtless. H-has he always had abs like that? He's towel drying his hair as he walks down the hall to his bedroom. The lean muscles on his back lead down to his slim waist. You hope he didn't notice you staring.

~~~~~~~

Once he's fully dressed and his hair is mostly dry, Jungkook joins you in the living room. He's wearing black jeans and his favorite Nirvana shirt covered by his denim jacket.

"It's pretty nice out for February, wanna just walk?" Jungkook shows you the temperature from his weather app, clear skies and it's almost 60 degrees.

"Sounds good. Got the keys." You respond, getting up from the couch. He watches you grab your coat and open the door, turning the lock from the inside.

"Let's go!"

The walk to Namjoon's apartment flies by. It's about five blocks away, but the time he spends with you always seems to move too quickly. He could honestly listen to you complain about customers from work all day long. And you listen intently as he talks about the latest album he's listening to. The way you giggle when he tells a dumb joke makes his heart soar.

Your cheeks are rosy from the cool wintery breeze that blows the hair out of your face. Jungkook is pretty sure God is playing a cruel joke on him, or maybe it's just a sign. A sign that you are meant to be his.

~~~~~~~

When you arrive at Namjoon's place, Seokjin is in the kitchen finishing up dinner with the help of Jimin. Taehyung is setting the table and Namjoon is in the living area looking through his extensive collection of board games.

Before too long, the six of you are around the dinner table, Jungkook by your side as always. His energy does feel a little bit different tonight though. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it does feel like he's looking over at you a lot. And he's laughing at everything you say. And maybe he's sitting a little closer to you than he has to.

After dinner, you help Seokjin wash the dishes while the other boys set up Clue. A classic.

"Okay listen he's totally into you. The flowers have to be from him." Seokjin whispers so that no one can hear him over the sound of the faucet.

"Jin! You can't just say things like that!" You whisper back at him.

"I'm not just saying it! God Y/N! How did you not see the way he was looking at you during dinner?" You look over your shoulder and see Jungkook play fighting with Taehyung. He's smiling, he's happy, and suddenly he's looking back at you.

~~~~~~~

Were you just looking at him? Jungkook lets Taehyung out of his grasp and stares back at you until you turn back to the sink. Taehyung punches Jungkook's arm, regaining his attention.

"What was that all about?" Taehyung glances over at you.

"Nothing." Jungkook tries to shut down his friend's snooping. "I don't know what you're talking about.

"Okay so we're just gonna pretend like you weren't in your own little Y/N-loving world during dinner then?"

"He's right." Jimin chimes in from his seat at the table and that's when Jungkook notices Namjoon is listening too. "You two would be great together, you should just go for it." Jimin continues. Jungkook looks to Namjoon for his thoughts.

"Based on both of your body language, I think there might be something there." Namjoon states matter-of-factly. Jungkook gives one last longing look in your direction before he put Taehyung back in a chokehold.

~~~~~~~

"Alright the game is Clue and to make it a little more interesting we are going to be playing in teams. Me and Jimin, Taehyung and Jin, and Jungkook and Y/N." You look over at Namjoon, but he is busying himself with shuffling the cards.

Throughout the rest of the night, Jin kicks you under the table anytime Jungkook does something that could be even slightly flirtatious. Every laugh, every smile, every secretive whisper in your ear that sends a chill down your spine.

When the two of you decide it's time to Make the Accusation, Jungkook stands dramatically. He looks around the room before proclaiming that it was, in fact, Professor Plum with the Dagger in the Library.

After checking the envelope and announcing your team's victory, you jump up and wrap your arms around Jungkook. He doesn't hesitate to return the hug and judging by the smug look on Seokjin's face, the hug lasted a little too long.

"Good game everyone!" You shout, suddenly embarrassed. "I guess it's getting kind of late, we should get going since we walked." You're now speaking to just Jungkook and he nods in response.

~~~~~~~

The walk back to your shared apartment is a little bit more awkward than Jungkook would have hoped. The temperature has dropped significantly and he can hear your teeth chattering. But your hands are hanging by your side rather than in your pockets. Maybe you want him to grab your hand.

"Do you have work tomorrow night?" He asks you, thinking maybe he'll finally have the courage to ask you out.

"Nope I'm free!" You turn and look up at him slightly, your pace slowing down. Jungkook takes a deep breath.

"Do you maybe wanna..." He starts, but he second guesses himself. Why would a girl like you wanna go out with him when you've clearly already got an admirer. He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe we could study together then?"

"Yeah sure sounds great."

~~~~~~~

You thought that was it, you thought he was going to ask you out, especially after the fun night the two of you had with your friends. The chill of the night is starting to really set in as the two of you approach your apartment. Trying your best to not sound out of breath, you wait for Jungkook to unlock the door.

"What are you waiting for?" Jungkook motions toward the door.

"Well you're the one with the keys." You retort, ready to be inside.

"No! When we left you said you had the keys." You look up at him, confused.

"No... I was asking if you got the keys! So neither of us have keys?" You groan, slapping the palm of your hand against your face. "It's COLD!"

~~~~~~~

Jungkook calls the emergency maintenance line for the apartment complex to have them bring a spare key.

"It'll be about fifteen minutes." He puts his phone back in his pocket. He can see you shivering in the dim lighting of the walkway. After some silence he adds, "I'm sorry."

"It's not totally your fault... I guess." You exhale with a chuckle, music to his ears. You close the distance between the two of you and Jungkook almost gasps when you nuzzle your nose in his jacket.

"It's so cold." Your voice is muffled and he almost can't make out what you said. He wraps his arms around you to try and help warm you up. And this feels so right. You belong in his arms, he's sure of it.

The two of you stand like this for a few minutes, really he wasn't counting, but he does feel you pull away after a while. Before he can be too disappointed, he hears people climbing up the stairs. Your neighbors, Yoongi and Hoseok are coming home from what looks like a shopping trip.

~~~~~~~

"Hey guys." You stuttered behind your chattering teeth. You're feeling the cold all over again after you peeled yourself off of Jungkook.

"What's up?" Yoongi asks, probably wondering what the two of you are doing standing outside in the cold. "Locked out?"

Both you and Jungkook nod in response. Hoseok offers to let the two of you in while you wait for the maintenance man, but you turn him down, he should be here any minute now. Before going into the apartment, Hoseok turns back.

"Have either of you seen a bouquet of Peonies anywhere?" Your stomach turns upside down. "I ordered some for Yoongi, they're his favorite. They were supposedly delivered, but they weren't here when we got home."

"Oh yeah, they were delivered to our door by mistake." You've never been so mortified, especially considering Jungkook is here watching this unfold. "They're my favorite flowers too, so I thought they must be from..." You pause, not wanting to keep that train of thought going.

"See Yoongi! I told you I ordered you flowers!" Hoseok calls into the apartment. Yoongi pokes his head back out.

"I'll bring them over when we get in. Oh but, the card said that they were "from J?" Hoseok blushes in response to your question.

"That's one of my nicknames for him..." Yoongi winks at you before they both retreat to the warmth of their apartment.

~~~~~~~

"So who did you think the flowers were from?" Jungkook teased. He was beyond relieved to know that the flowers weren't actually for you. Relieved that maybe he still had a chance with you. You roll your eyes at him, but Jungkook notices some sadness in them.

Before he gets the chance to say anything else, the maintenance worker comes to let the two of you in. Jungkook watches as you head straight to your room. He lingers in the kitchen, waiting for you to come out with the peonies.

“So are peonies really your favorite?” Jungkook asks.

“Not another word Jeon.” You announce as you leave the apartment with the bouquet. The flowers are just beginning to wilt, hopefully Yoongi will still like them. In the silence of the apartment, Jungkook decides it’s time you get some peonies that are actually meant for you.

~~~~~~~

When you come home from class the next day, your ascent to your apartment brings back all the embarrassment from the night before. At least this time you have your keys.

You are surprised to see that Jungkook beat you home, he’s rummaging around in the pantry for something to eat. Usually he stays late to work out at the rec center after class. Jungkook stops when he hears you enter.

“Hi.” He says shortly, wearing a big contagious grin.

“Hi?” You repeat back to him, hanging up your coat and bag near the door.

“Wait here.” Jungkook saunters off down the hall.

“Okay?” You reply, slightly confused. What is he up to?

From his bedroom, Jungkook emerges with a large bouquet of pale pink peonies. You cover your face with your hands and laugh to yourself. There is no way he went out and bought peonies for you.

“These are for you.” You uncover your eyes and look up at Jungkook’s radiant smile one more time before looking at the flowers. The petals look so soft and you reach out to touch them. Then you notice a card sticking out. The card says, “With love, from J(ungkook).”

“They’re beautiful.” You try to speak through your laughter. Feeling emboldened by his gesture, you tilt your head up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“Listen... I was thinking. Maybe we should cancel Roomie Night.” Jungkook is blushing, his hand resting back behind his head. “We could call it Date Night instead?”

“Date night?” You smile. “I like the sound of that.”

~~~~~~~

Happy Bouquet Day sweetie! Sorry I posted a bit late in the day, but I hope you enjoyed it! @taehyungforreal

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kyojuuros · 4 years

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this has nothing do to with snk but please bear with me... being a functional working adult in her early 30s, what advice would you give to a college graduate in their early 20s who is completely unprepared to enter the real world? i find myself not wanting to do any of the things that are often associated with 'growing up' – don't wanna move out of my parents' house, don't wanna get a car, don't wanna 'get ahead in life', whatever that means. no one has taught me anything and i'm so unprepared

I think truthfully it’s not possible to be fully prepared for the standard definition of “adulthood” because the ways people navigate through their lives are all vastly different. Not all of us seek greatness nor do we want to fit the neat little box society tries to put it all in. Truthfully? Most people don’t fit into that box.

That being said, most of us do have to push ourselves into that concept of adulthood where we are as independent as possible and it’s scary as shit. But as with all things, we adapt and we adjust and get used to things. And we have to do it at our own pace. If you aren’t ready to move out yet and your parents aren’t shoving you out the door, then try not to stress about it yet and just take your time and wait until you do feel ready.

I don’t share a whole lot of intimate details of my life outside of a few close friends I trust completely, but I can share with you that I did try to move out of my parent’s house when I was 18 (still in high school even) and wound up right back under their roof not even 6 months later. Tried again to move out at 19 and then ended up later renting the “apartment” in my grandma’s basement for a little over a year after a failed abusive relationship. Moved out again for about a year and a half, and - again - ended up back in my mom’s house for several years (though she wasn’t living there at the time). I’ve had to borrow money from my family more times than I’d ever like to admit (and I probably still will rely on family for a down payment on a house). Even at 30, I was still struggling and trying to figure out all of my shit lol. 2020 was actually the first year of my life I’ve lived without any reliance on my family. I just turned 31 a few months ago. This time last year I was still having panic attacks about money and debt and having a lot of anxiety about my future.

I make lots of poor choices, like blowing my money on eating out instead of cooking at home - a lot of this is because I either don’t know how to cook something or I don’t want to. I didn’t even know what the hell brining poultry was until like, not even a full year ago? My mom is passionate about cooking and passed hardly any of that knowledge onto me. Budgeting? I didn’t learn anything about budgeting until I was maybe 20 when my dad finally decided to teach me the ways of the Microsoft Excel spreadsheet. And even then, most of what I know now was self-taught, tips I learned from the internet, etc... And I make a good budget but following it properly is still something I’m trying to get the hang of. But unlike the me of 5-10 years ago, I realize when I’ve overspent and put a hold on that shit until my next pay cycle. It’s been a slow-burn kind of learning process lol

Basically the short of it is, you gotta do you, and you gotta do it at the pace that works for you. And you have to understand that learning how to adult “well” isn’t a linear process and sometimes it’s great and sometimes it’s ugly. Don’t worry about “getting ahead in life” or any of that. Just find the best job (for you) that you can that will pay the bills, put food on your table, and doesn’t make you feel completely bloody miserable. Keep your family and friends close in case things go awry. Don’t keep people around who drag you down. Keep as well of a good head on your shoulders as you can.

I go to work 5 days a week and I do my job and I do it well. I would like to move up but I don’t actively pursue it, I just wait for the opportunities to come to my feet instead. I make decent money (albeit still in the lower class bracket) and I’m content with that. I come home, I bury my face in my anime and manga and video games like I always have since I was a child and I’m completely comfortable with that. I don’t focus on “making connections” so I can “get ahead in life” and I don’t penny pinch like crazy so I can one day have a million dollars to retire on and, tbh, I don’t see anything wrong with me living this way. Maybe I’ll hate myself for it when I’m 60 and my body is breaking down but, it’s not like in today’s society I’m actually looking forward to retirement anyway lol.

I don’t even have a degree. I tried college multiple times, multiple majors, and finally threw in the towel when I decided I was just wasting my money and didn’t want to do any of that shit. Would I like to go back? Yeah, someday... when I can afford it. But I’m not pressed about it right now.

Just take things one step at a time, do what works for you, don’t concern yourself with what “order” you should be doing everything in. It’s all baby steps. Ask questions about the things you don’t know. If someone in your life can’t give you the answers, the internet is a wonderful resource. Just breathe. Keep your interests, don’t feel like you have to cast them away so you can be more “adult” like. Being an adult is overrated and the concept of adulthood that we are fed our whole lives growing up is largely just a front. Just do the best that you can do and don’t worry about the rest or what others your age are doing.

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waywardaardvark79 · 4 years

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Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2, Episode 1: In my Time of Dying

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language, Show level violence.

Word Count: 16,187

A/N: Hey, guys! I’m back!! I wish I could give out a rough outline for this season, but with everything that is going on I’m afraid that is going to be hard to do. I’ll try my best to get the next episode out as soon as I can. Tags open.

Sam was barely awake. His head was still thrown back against the seat as he swallowed, the coppery taste of blood sliding down the back of his throat causing his stomach to churn. He felt blindly around the spot on the seat next to him until he felt his fingers come into contact with the metal he was desperately searching for.

Sam pulled the Colt into his lap, his fingers curling around the grip as he listened. The sounds of approaching footsteps alerted him to the threat outside, and he tightened his grip on the Colt. Moments later the demon that was driving the truck that struck the Impala pulled the drivers side door off at the hinges, and Sam weakly lifted the barrel of the Colt from his lap and pointed it at the man.

"Back, or I'll kill you, I swear to God." Sam rasped out, willing to sacrifice the last bullet to protect his family.

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." the demon said as he looked down at Sam, who was cocking the gun.

"You wanna bet?" Sam asked, the demon smiling at him before throwing back his head, a black cloud pouring out of the truck driver's mouth seconds later.

"Oh my God!" the truck driver cried out, looking at the destruction before him as Sam dropped his head back in relief and uncocked the gun.

"Dad?" Sam asked, getting no response from John.

"Did I do this?" the truck driver asked, completely horrified at the accident he had caused.

"Dad! Y/N? Y/N! Dean? Dean!!" Sam cried out, panic in his voice, his cries growing more desperate with each name and the silence that followed.

Sam tried his best to look around as a rescue helicopter descended on sight, you, John, and Dean still unconscious. The paramedics rushed to the car and started to load the four of you onto stretchers.

"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate is 95." one of the paramedics called out, Sam trying desperately to see who they were talking about.

"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam demanded, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You have to stay still!" the paramedic urged, the scene of the crash in chaos as the paramedics did their best to assess the damage.

"Female. Early twenties. Unresponsive. BP is 87 over 54. Heart rate is 186 with rapid respiration's." the paramedic called out, your injuries appearing to be the worst.

"Are they even still alive?" Sam asked, desperate for information as the paramedics loaded the four of you up, his question going unanswered.

Dean sat up in bed and worked the stiffness out of his jaw, taking a moment to find his bearings before slowly sliding his legs off the side of the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. It took him a moment to stand up, his legs a little weak, one hand grasping the rail of the bed for support until he was stable. He looked down at the white t-shirt and blue pants he was wearing, relief washing over him once he realized that he was in the hospital.

He looked around the room, and was a little shocked when he didn't see you or Sam anywhere. He stood still for a moment, trying to think of the last thing he could remember before waking up a few moments ago. He remembered everything that happened at the cabin, and the way you held him in the backseat. He could remember you telling Sam to hurry, and Sam saying that the hospital wasn't far away.

After that it wasn't so clear. He could remember Sam talking, but he couldn't remember what he said. He wasn't really focusing on Sam's words. He was too busy listening to you whisper that everything was going to be okay while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He took an unsteady step, his chest tight with worry. He knew that you and Sam wouldn't leave him alone, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened. He slowly stumbled towards the door and grabbed the frame of the door for support as he looked out into the hallway.

"Sam? Singer? Dad? Anybody?!" he called out, his voice raspy from disuse, as he looked both ways down the empty hallway.

That nagging feeling of dread was ever present as he stepped out into the hallway, one hand on the wall for support. Dean continued to call out for you and Sam, his panic growing as he continued to get no response. A loud banging at the end of the hallway stopped him in his tracks, the sound bringing everything back.

He remembered the sound of the impact, the sound of metal crashing together, and the way the tires screeched down the highway. He could remember the way you tried to hold onto him as both of you were being tossed forward, and the complete despair he felt when he felt your hold on him loosen. He could remember wanting so badly to call out for you, but the darkness took over before he could.

"No, no, no." he muttered to himself, the accident playing over in his head as he made his way towards a set of stairs, determined to find his family.

You slowly blinked open your eyes, the flickering fluorescent lights above you forcing you to close them again. You raised your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes before pushing yourself up into a seated position, and swinging your legs off the side of the bed.

"Fuck." you hissed, the feeling of the cold floor on your bare feet a shock to your barely awake system.

You forced yourself to stand, and shifted uncomfortably back and forth on your feet until you got used to the cold while you looked around the room. It was a hospital room, and judging by your white t-shirt and blue pants, and the fact that you woke up there, you were a patient.

"Shit." you mumbled under your breath as you made your way towards the door, Dean and the accident suddenly popping into your head. "Sam? Sam?! Dean? De?!" you called out as you looked down the empty hallway.

"Excuse me." Dean said, standing in front of a nurse's station. "Hi, I, uh, I think I was in a car accident. My Dad, my brother, and my girlfriend...I just need to find them." Dean said, the nurse he was speaking to paying him no mind. "Hello?" Dean asked, snapping his fingers in front of her, the nurse acting as though he wasn't even there.

Dean took a few steps back, his mind racing. He looked frantically around, the people around him blind to his panic, before rushing back upstairs to the room he woke up in.

Dean ran into the room, and skidded to a sudden halt when he took in the sight in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times, unsure if he could believe what he was seeing. Dean forced himself to take a few steps towards the bed, pure shock on his face as he looked down at his intubated body.

You finally stumbled back to the room you woke up in, all of your attempts to talk to anyone proving unsuccessful. You braced yourself in the doorway, your knees going weak when you spotted yourself.

"No. No. No." you whispered as you rushed to the side of the bed, your hand shaking as you reached out for yourself.

You were laying there completely lifeless, the room filled with the beeping of numerous machines, and the hiss of a ventilator. Your face was completely devoid of color, and you couldn't help but think that you had seen better looking corpses.

You let out a slow ragged breath, your eyes darting back and forth between all of the tubes and wires keeping you alive. You took a step back, your mind racing before settling on one final thought. Dean.

Your own well being took a back seat as you rushed out of the room. He was in that backseat with you, and you couldn't stop the flood of horrible images that entered your mind. You could only hope and pray that he was better off, and that the two of you and Sam could find a way to get you out of this.

Dean was still reeling from the shock of seeing his unconscious body. He finally snapped himself out of it. He had more important things to do. He had to find you, Sam, and John. He had to find his family.

Dean turned towards the door, a feeling of relief washing over him when he saw Sam standing in the doorway, "Sammy! You look good, considering." Dean said, Sam breathing heavily as he looked at Dean's body.

"Oh, no." Sam breathed out as he walked into the room, a grim expression on his face.

"Man, tell me you can hear me." Dean said, getting no response from Sam. "How's Dad? Is he okay? And Singer? Where's she?" Dean asked, looking behind Sam at the doorway, almost as if he were expecting you to walk in any second. "Come on. You're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"

"Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like." the doctor said to Sam as he walked into the room, Sam turning to face him.

"Thank God." Dean sighed. "Maybe that's where Singer's at." he said, hoping that you were just watching over John.

"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked, glancing over at Dean's body.

"Well, he sustained serious injury...blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early stages of cerebral edema." the doctor said, Dean listening closely as the doctor explained his condition.

"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked, the doctor pausing a moment.

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." the doctor said, Sam shaking his head.

"If?" Sam asked, the news crushing him.

"I have to be honest." the doctor started, Dean speaking over him.

"Oh, screw you, Doc. I'm waking up." Dean said, determined to make it.

"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations." the doctor said, Sam fighting back tears.

"Come on, Sam. You and Singer go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?" Dean asked, Sam still looking at the doctor.

"And Y/N? How...how's she?" Sam asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"What? No." Dean said, his worst fear coming true.

"I'm afraid her condition is far worse." the doctor said, trying to think of a way to break the news gently to Sam.

"No. No. No." Dean quietly repeated, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

"She's...she suffered massive internal damage. Frankly, I was shocked that she was still alive on arrival. The trauma she suffered was so severe, and we...we did everything that we could for her. But, you should know that the only thing keeping her alive is the-" the doctor said, Sam's sharp intake of air cutting him off. "I can have the hospital chaplain come and talk to you."

"N-no, that's okay." Sam muttered, Dean staring at the doctor in shock.

"I know this is a very difficult time for you and your family. I want to offer you my sincerest of condolences." the doctor said, making direct eye contact with Sam as he extended his hand.

"Condolences?! She's not dead!" Dean yelled, as the doctor shook Sam's hand.

"Like I said, I know this is a very difficult time, and you don't have to make the decision right this minute. But, perhaps you would consider organ donation.

"Get this fuckin' clown outta here, Sam!" Dean yelled, Sam blinking back tears.

"Organ donation?" Sam asked, the doctor nodding.

"I know it's a difficult decision, and it's one that you should discuss with your father. She did suffer internal damage, but I believe your sister could still save-" the doctor started, Sam interrupting him.

"She's...she's not my sister." Sam said, the doctor giving him a puzzled look. "She's, uh, my brother...she's my brother's..." Sam tried, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he fought back tears. "She's my sister-in-law."

"I see. Does she have any family that we can contact?" the doctor asked, Bobby entering Sam's mind.

"Um...she..." Sam said, shaking his head.

"What the hell are you doing, Sam? Don't let them carve her up!! She's gonna be fine! She's gonna be...fine. You can't let them do that to her." Dean pleaded, the doctor waiting for Sam to continue.

"I'm sorry." Sam finally said, clearing his throat. "I think I just need a minute."

"No need to apologize. I understand." the doctor said, giving Sam a small nod before turning to head out of the room, Dean watching him go.

"Come on, man. You can't listen to that guy." Dean said, Sam staring straight ahead.

"Dean! De?!" Dean heard from the hallway, Sam not moving as he rushed to the door. "Dean!"

"Singer?!" Dean called out as he stepped into the hall, spotting you a few doors down.

"You...you can see me?" you asked as you walked towards him, your heart breaking when he nodded.

"God, it's so good to see you." he said, pulling you in for a hug, his hand tangling in the back of your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

"Dean, you know what this means, right? We're...we're-" you tried to say, Dean cutting you off.

"We're gonna be fine. I just heard the doc say so, and we've got Sammy. He's not gonna let anything bad happen. You know that." Dean said, you pulling back to look up at him.

"I don't really think it's up to Sam anymore." you said, Dean shaking his head.

"We're gonna be fine. You hear me? Fine." Dean said, determined to find a way out for the two of you.

Sam walked out of Dean's room before you could say anything else, and you and Dean followed after him as he walked down the hall. The two of you watched as he walked into a room, and both of you picked up the pace a little, eager to see how John was.

"He looks pretty good." you said, looking at John, who was sitting up in bed, one of his arms in a sling.

"Yeah." Dean breathed out, obviously relieved as he reached for your hand and held it tightly in his.

"I...I can't hear you." you said, looking down at your joined hands in shock.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over to you.

"I can't hear you." you said, Dean following your gaze. "I can't hear what you're thinking."

"Maybe it's just..." Dean said, trailing off as he tried to think of an explanation, John speaking up before he could say anything else.

"Here. Give them my insurance." John said as he awkwardly pulled his insurance card out of his wallet with his good hand.

"Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam asked, a slight smile on his face as he read the card.

"And his two loving sons. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean and Y/N?" John asked, Dean tensing up, not wanting you to hear the truth.

"Nothing. Look...the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know...I'll find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on them." Sam said, John nodding.

"We'll look for someone." John said, his tone not very convincing.

"Yeah." Sam said, John sighing.

"But, Sam...I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." John said, Sam giving him a confused look.

"Why not? We found that faith healer before." Sam said, you and Dean both anxiously awaiting John's reply.

"All right, that was...that was one in a million." John said, Sam beginning to get angry.

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?" Sam asked, his tone harsh.

"No, I said we'd look, all right? I'll check under every stone." John said, pausing a moment. "Where's the Colt?"

"And there it is." you said, a little annoyed at John's lack of concern.

"Your son and Y/N are dying and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam asked, shocked at John's question.

"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card." John argued, Sam shaking his head, the Colt the furthest thing from his mind.

"It's in the car. They dragged it to a yard off of I-83." Sam said, John nodding.

"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John ordered.

"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out. He's gonna tow the Impala back to his place." Sam said, a sigh falling from your lips.

"Fuck. I don't want him to see this." you said, knowing what seeing you would do to him, Dean giving your hand a squeeze.

"All right. You go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security." John ordered, Sam looking at him for a moment before speaking.

"I think I've got it covered." Sam said in an annoyed tone before turning to leave, John stopping him before picking up a small piece of paper.

"Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up for me." John said, as he handed Sam the paper, Sam quickly reading over it.

"Acacia? Oil of abramelin? What's this for?" Sam asked, you shaking your head.

"Protection." John lied, you knowing the real use of those items.

"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon...he said he had plans for me and Y/N, and children like us. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked, John looking directly at him.

"No, I don't." John lied once again, Sam turning to leave a few moments later, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, you sure know something." Dean said as he stared at his father, the two of you now alone with him.

"Yeah, he does." you mumbled, deciding not to tell Dean about what you thought John was up to just yet.

"Oh, man. Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam said, looking down at the mangled Impala, Jake and Bobby walking towards him.

Bobby looked around Sam, searching for you. "Where is she?" he asked, Sam not telling him how bad the wreck was when he talked to him on the phone.

"She's, uh...she's in the hospital." Sam said, finding himself unable to tell Bobby just how bleak the situation was.

"The hospital?! Boy, why didn't you say so?" Bobby asked, Sam looking down at his feet. "Is she okay?"

"Bobby, I-" Sam started, Bobby cutting him off.

"You get this back to the house. I'm going to the hospital with Sam." Bobby said, Jake shaking his head.

"Look, this...this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap." Jake said, running his hand over the twisted metal.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this." Sam said, Jake jumping in once again.

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Jake said, Sam taking a step towards him as Bobby looked at the car.

"Listen to me. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Sam said, trailing off as he thought of you and Dean.

"Okay. You got it." Bobby quietly said to Sam before turning to Jake. "Get this outta here."

"Yeah." Jake said, patting what was left of the hood a couple of times before walking back to the tow truck.

"How bad is it?" Bobby choked out once Jake had walked away.

"Bobby, she's-" Sam started, Bobby cutting him off, too afraid to hear what he would say.

"You should have called sooner. She needs me, and I'm not there!" Bobby yelled before turning to walk away from Sam.

"Bobby, I'm sorry." Sam said, following after him. "I didn't know what to...would you just wait a minute?"

"Wait a minute?" Bobby asked, turning to face him, Sam shrinking back a little. "I think I've waited long enough." Bobby spat, taking all of his anger out on Sam.

"It's just...here, uh Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam said, handing over the list to Bobby, a frown appearing on Bobby's face when he read over it.

"What's John want with this?" Bobby asked, a pit forming in his stomach.

"Protection from the demon." Sam answered, Bobby giving him a look. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, uh-" Bobby started, stopping short as he tried to think of something to tell Sam.

"Bobby? What's going on?" Sam asked, Bobby sighing heavily as he folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket.

"Come on. I'll tell you on the way." he said before walking away, Sam quickly following after him.

John was sitting silently by Dean's bed, both you and Dean standing nearby. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked over at Dean, who was growing more frustrated by the second.

"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help us. We've gotta get better. We've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Dean asked, as he paced.

"Dean." you said, taking a couple of steps towards him.

"No, it's not fair." he said to you before turning his attention back to John. "I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had, and you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? Watch us die?! I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?!" Dean asked, you walking closer to the door thinking you heard something.

"What the fuck?" you asked yourself before looking back at Dean.

"What is that?" Dean asked, hearing it too, the two of you rushing out into the hallway to see a spirit suddenly whoosh past.

"Holy shit." you said, Dean looking over his shoulder at John.

"I take it you didn't see that." he said, John not responding.

"Come on." you said, taking his hand before pulling him down the hallway.

The two of you stalked the spirit down the hallways, and finally saw it dart into a back hallway. Dean rushed ahead of you, the sound of a woman calling out making you both run faster.

"Help! Help!" she cried as she lay on the floor choking.

"Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean yelled as you dropped to your knees next to the woman.

"I can't...breathe!" she said, in total panic.

"I...I can't do anything." you said as you watched the woman pant loudly, trying desperately to draw a breath. "Dean." you said, looking up at him, the woman going silent as Dean looked on helplessly.

Sam stormed into John's room with a duffel bag, both you and Dean meeting him at the door. Dean stepped to Sam's side and immediately started to try and talk to him.

"Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man. There's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring us back, and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!" Dean snapped, frustrated.

"Come on." you said, reaching out for him. "We'll figure it out." you added, Dean turning to face you.

"You're quiet." John said, Sam turning, fuming as he hurled the bag onto the bed.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam asked, John looking at him puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" John asked, Sam shaking his head in frustration.

"That stuff from Bobby..." Sam started, you grabbing Dean's hand and pulling him towards the door.

"Come on. Let's go try to see what we can find." you said, not wanting Dean to hear what the items were for.

"You don't use it to ward off a demon. You use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam asked, Dean staring at John, waiting for his reply.

"De, come on." you urged, Dean refusing to budge.

"I have a plan, Sam." John said, the statement seeming to enrage Sam.

"That's exactly my point! Dean and Y/N are dying, and you have a plan. You know what, you care more about this demon than you do saving your own son!!" Sam yelled, Dean trying to speak up.

"No, no, no, guys. Don't do this." Dean pleaded, his plea falling on deaf ears.

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for them." John argued.

"How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody, but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!" Sam fired back.

"Come on guys, don't do this!" Dean tried again.

"De, we can't stop this one." you said, Dean looking at you, silently begging for your help.

"You know, it's funny...I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now, if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." John said, you shaking your head.

"It was possessing you, Dad. I would have killed you too." Sam said, John looking directly at him.

"Yeah, and your brother and Y/N would be awake right now." John said, Sam taking a step back.

"That was a low fucking blow, John, and you know it." you said, taking a step towards him, wanting to protect Sam so badly.

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean shouted, Sam and John continuing to argue.

"Go to hell." Sam seethed.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake. I knew I was wrong-" John started, Dean yelling over him.

"I said SHUT UP!!!" Dean screamed, smacking a glass of water off the table, the glass flying off the table before crashing to the floor.

"Holy fuckin' shit. You just..." you said, looking down at the broken glass, both Sam and John looking at each other confused.

"Singer, I full on Swayze'd that mother." Dean said, looking at the glass, a stunned expression on his face.

"Yeah, you fuckin' did." you said, looking up at him, Dean suddenly crumpling over in pain, his form flickering.

"De? Dean?!" you asked, crouching down beside him, nurses and doctors running by the door. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What is it?" Dean asked, looking out into the hallway, your focus still on him.

"I don't know. Hey, look at me." you said, grabbing his face, John speaking up before you could say anything else.

"Something's going on out there." John said, jerking his head towards the door, indicating for Sam to go check it out.

Back in Dean's room monitors were frantically beeping as doctors and nurses surrounded the bed, and started to try and resuscitate him.

"All clear." one of the doctors called out, everyone stepping back as he administered a shock.

"No." Sam said, huddling in the doorway, tears in his eyes as he watched.

"Still no pulse." one of the nurses said, the doctor nodding.

"Okay, let's go again. 360." the doctor ordered, the nurse charging the paddles.

"Charging." she said, Sam crying and fidgeting in the doorway as you and Dean came up behind him, both of you seeing a ghostly figure floating over Dean's body.

"You get the fuck away from him!" you yelled, both of you running into the room.

"Get back!" Dean shouted, Sam blinking, a confused look on his face, almost as if he heard something.

"Get the fuck outta here, asshole." you said as both you and Dean latched onto the spirit momentarily before being hurled back, the spirit quickly soaring out of the room.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." one of the nurses said, both you and Dean running out into the hallway, looking for the spirit, the spirit nowhere in sight.

Sam sighed in relief and backed out into the hallway. You and Dean were still searching for the spirit while Sam watched the doctors and nurses work. Dean glanced back over his shoulder to see Sam standing there, and reached out for you. He took your hand, the feeling of not being able to hear him still odd to you, and the two of you walked back over to Sam.

"Don't worry, Sammy. We're not going anywhere. We're getting that thing before it gets us. It's some kind of spirit, but we could grab it. And if we can grab it-" Dean said, you cutting him off.

"Then, we can fuckin' kill it." you said, Dean nodding as Sam looked over to where you and Dean were standing, an odd expression on his face as the frantic beeping of monitors sounded down the hall.

"What now?" Dean asked, as he looked down the hall.

"Shit." you said, taking off, Dean quickly following after you.

"I need some help in here!!" Bobby yelled, running out into the hall, a terrified look on his face.

You skidded to a stop in front of Bobby, your breath hitching in your throat. You had never in your life seen him look so scared, so unsure of what to do. This man always had the answers. He always knew what to do, and he always kept a calm, cool head under pressure.

"Singer, what are you doing?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at you before running into your room, knowing there was no time to waste.

You didn't even register what he said to you. You were too busy looking at Bobby. You didn't recognize this man at all. You watched as he continued to yell for help. The stampede like sounds of oncoming footsteps caused you to turn around to see a team of doctors and nurses rushing towards your room with the crash cart. You heard Dean yell something from your room, but you couldn't leave Bobby's side, not when he looked like that.

"Sir, sir, you have to stay back." one of the nurses said when Bobby tried to follow them inside, Bobby craning his neck as he tried to see what they were doing, tears staining his cheeks.

"That's my kid in there." Bobby said, his statement going unnoticed.

"Why'd you have to come, old man? I never wanted you to see this." you said, reaching out for him, your hand hovering over cheek.

"Come on, Kid. You can't do this to me." Bobby quietly pleaded, your heart breaking. "I'm so sorry. I was supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to..."

"Don't do that. This isn't your fault. You hear me?! This isn't your fault!" you yelled, the spirit rushing from your room.

"We've got a pulse." one of the nurses announced, Bobby letting out a ragged breath.

"I...I couldn't leave him alone. I know he doesn't even fuckin' know I'm here, but I just couldn't...I couldn't fuckin' do it." you said, knowing Dean was behind you, your eyes following Bobby as he walked into your room.

"Sir. Excuse me, sir. You really can't be in here." one of the nurses said, stepping in front of Bobby.

"That's my daughter. You're not keeping me out." Bobby said as he pushed by the nurse.

"You're her father?" one of the doctors asked, Dean recognizing him as the one who spoke to Sam earlier.

"I am." Bobby said, the doctor nodding as you and Dean walked into the room.

"Sir, I had a conversation with her brother-in-law earlier today. Did he tell you what we discussed?" the doctor asked, Sam now standing in the doorway.

"We haven't got the chance to talk about that yet." Bobby said, glancing at Sam before turning his attention back to the doctor.

"Sir, I understand that this may be difficult to hear, but-" the doctor started, Bobby interrupting.

"Just spit it out." Bobby said, the doctor taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Sir, your daughter is fighting very hard, but the amount of head trauma she suffered isn't something that you come back from. I'm am afraid at this point our most optimistic outlook for her is for her to be in a permanent vegetative state. However, at this point that is a stretch. Now, there are some tests that we could perform if you would like us to, but at this point I think our next step is to discuss organ donation. Sir, your daughter could save lives, and-" the doctor said, Bobby cutting him off.

"Get out." Bobby ordered, his tone harsh.

"I understand that this is difficult, but-" the doctor tried, Bobby quickly interrupting again.

"I said get out." Bobby said, you stepping to his side, the doctor quickly leaving the room.

"Bobby." Sam said, Bobby pulling up a chair to the side of your bed, Dean taking your hand in his, trying to comfort you.

"You should have called me sooner." Bobby said, gently picking up your hand, being careful of the IV placed there.

"I know." Sam said, feeling incredibly guilty. "I...I didn't know what to say, or how to tell you. I...I didn't want to believe it."

"Come on, Singer." Dean said, trying to pull you towards the door. "Let's go see if we can find that-"

"Just a minute. Just give me a minute." you said, your focus on Bobby.

"We're gonna figure this out, right? I mean, they don't know what we do. There has to be something we can do." Sam said as he stepped to Bobby's side. "Bobby?"

"Yeah." Bobby said, his voice cracking a little.

"I'll, uh, I'll give you some time. I'll go see what I can find." Sam said, his hand giving Bobby's shoulder a squeeze before he turned to leave the room, leaving you and Dean alone with Bobby.

"I wanna stay...just for a little while." you softly said, Dean nodding.

"Yeah, okay." Dean said, watching you closely. "We'll stay as long as you want."

Staying for just a little while was unrealistic, and Dean knew that. He couldn't make you leave though, not when he knew how important being there was for you. Dean looked at the clock on the wall, and noticed that the hand was coming up on a new hour. He turned his attention back to you to see that you were still entirely focused on Bobby.

No-one had spoken, not you or Dean to each other, or Bobby. All three of you sat in silence. Bobby sat like a solemn statue, his grief freezing him in place. He still had a hold of your hand, and you thought to yourself that you would give anything in that moment to know what he was thinking.

"He thinks I hate him." you whispered, your eyes glassy. "I'd give anything to tell him that I-"

"Hey, don't do that. We're gonna be fine." Dean said, you finally turning to look at him.

"De, you heard what the doctor said." you said, Dean shaking his head.

"I don't care what the doctor said. You don't get to give up. Sam's gonna find a way out of this." Dean shot back, frustration in his voice.

"I'm not giving up, but I'm also not living in some fuckin' fantasy world." you said, Bobby speaking up before Dean could argue.

"Kid, I know you're in there somewhere, and I need you to listen to me." Bobby said before clearing his throat. "You got to hang in there. I need ya to fight, Kid. I need ya to fight as hard as you can. You're the only good thing I got left. You're the one thing that I'm proud of, the one thing I know I did right."

"I can't." you said, shaking your head. "I can't fuckin' see him like this, but I don't want to leave him. I can't leave him alone." you added, trying your best not to cry.

"I know." Dean said, turning his head when he heard a voice calling out.

"What the fuck?" you asked, turning towards the door. "You hear it, too?"

"Yeah." Dean said, the two of you walking out into the hallway.

"Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" a girl asked, Dean looking to you.

"Now what?" he asked, you shrugging your shoulders.

"Fuck if I know." you said, the two of you watching as the girl continued to panic.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" she begged, Dean taking your hand before the two of walked towards her.

"Can you see us?" Dean asked, the girl looking at the two of you in shock.

"Yeah." she replied, taking a few steps towards the two of you.

"All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Tessa." she answered, her voice shaking a little.

"Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean, and this is Y/N." Dean said, introducing the two of you.

"What's happening to me? Am...am I dead?" Tessa asked, looking between you and Dean.

"That sort of depends." Dean said, you shaking your head.

"And what he means by that is pretty much. You're livin' on borrowed time, and time is fuckin' running out." you said, not sugar coating anything, Tessa's eyes wide with horror.

You, Dean, and Tessa stood outside of a hospital room. The three of you looked in at Tessa's body, her body hooked up to different machines just like you and Dean. A woman was sitting by her bedside, holding her hand, and you had to look away. The scene reminded you too much of the one back in your room, your guilt for leaving Bobby alone weighing heavily on you.

"I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." Tessa said, her eyes glued to her body.

"Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications." Dean said, Tessa glancing over at him.

"It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." Tessa said, shaking her head, refusing to believe that it was real.

"It's not a dream." you said, walking away from the room.

"Then what else could it be?" she asked, desperate for an answer.

"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean asked, Tessa raising a brow at him.

"What are you some new agey guy?" Tessa asked, you huffing out a small laugh.

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names...bi-location, crisis apparition, fetches...I think it's happening to us." Dean explained, you jumping in.

"And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death." you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall.

"So, we're going to die?" Tessa asked looking between you and Dean, you shrugging your shoulders.

"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, and we can snap right back in there and wake up." Dean said, trying to give her some hope, a grim look on your face because you knew that you weren't getting better without some serious intervention.

"What do you mean you felt something?" John asked, Sam now back in the room with him.

"I mean, it felt like, like Dean and Y/N. Like they were there, just out of eye-shot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it...but do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think their spirits could be around?" Sam asked, John pausing a moment.

"Anything's possible." John said, Sam nodding, his mind zeroing in on an idea.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Sam said, turning to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" John asked, Sam looking at him over his shoulder.

"I gotta pick something up. I'll be back." Sam said as he continued to walk towards the door.

"Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know that Dean and Y/N are okay." John said, Sam nodding before leaving the room.

"I gotta say, I'm a little impressed." Dean said as the two of you and Tessa walked down the hallway.

"With what?" Tessa asked, looking over to him.

"With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me." Dean said, Tessa shrugging her shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first, but now...I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." she said, you glancing over at her, her calm demeanor a little off putting to you.

"So, you're okay with dying?" Dean asked, Tessa shaking her head.

"No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen. It's out of my control. It's fate." she said.

"Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting, no matter what." Dean said, subtly looking at you.

"Sounds a little like denial to me. I mean, if it's your time to go, then it's your time." Tessa said, Dean huffing out a breath.

"No, he's right. Fuck fate. Life is a messy, ugly, shit show most of the time, but I'll be damned if I'm going out like this. You can't let-" you said, an announcement over the PA system cutting you off.

"Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue." the voice announced, both you and Dean taking off.

"Where are you guys going?" Tessa called out, Dean glancing back at her.

"Just wait here." he said, the two of you running down the hallway to room 237, the same spirit that was after you and Dean hovering over a little girl as the medical staff was trying to resuscitate her.

"Get away from her!" Dean yelled, both of you lunging at the spirit that quickly vanished, the nurses stopping resuscitation attempts once it was gone.

"All right, let's call it." the doctor said, you shaking your head in frustration.

"Time of death, 5:11 p.m." the doctor announced, everyone in the room looking solemn.

"God damn it." you spat before turning to walk out.

"At least she's not suffering anymore." one of the nurses said, Dean looking at the little girl with a stunned expression on his face.

"Come on. We were too fuckin' late." you said, stopping in the doorway as you waited for Dean to follow after you.

"I don't understand." Dean said, you turning to face him. "Why couldn't we grab it this time?"

"I don't know." you breathed out, Tessa approaching the two of you.

"What's going on?" she asked, a blindingly bright light at the end of the hall catching your attention.

"You see that?" you asked, nodding your head towards the end of the hall before taking off.

"See what? Singer?" Dean asked, following after you. "See what?"

"The light." you said, coming to a stop in front of it.

"What light?" Dean asked, you completely ignoring him as you stared straight ahead at the wall. "Singer, what light?"

"That one. It's right fuckin' here." you said, the light so bright that it hurt your eyes, the power radiating from it practically buzzing through your entire body.

"I...I don't see anything." Dean said, staring at the drab wall in front of him.

"How can you not see that? It's so...." you said, trailing off as you took a step towards the light, one hand held out in front of you.

"What are you doing? Stop." Dean ordered, reaching out for you, a look of horror on his face, his hand closing around nothing as he watched you disappear into thin air. "Singer! Singer!!" Dean screamed as he pounded his fists against the wall, complete panic overtaking him.

"What the fuck?" you breathed out, your heart racing as you realized that you were no longer in the hospital. "Dean? Dean?!" you called out, spinning in a circle, Dean nowhere in sight.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself as you surveyed the area. It was beautiful, if you were into that whole nature thing. The grass was the greenest you had ever seen. There were trees as far as the eye could see, and a small stream was flowing lazily to the right of you.

You looked up to see a perfect blue sky, the sun shining down giving everything an ethereal glow. It looked like something right out of a painting. In fact, you were sure you had seen this very scene on the wall of plenty of motel rooms, or maybe it was from one of those picture perfect post cards that you would scan over in every little shop you stopped in. It would have one of those cliche greetings from paradise messages scrolled across it, and you couldn't help but think of it as a Garden of Eden knock off.

However, the perfection that lay before you was absent of any signs life. It was utterly silent, no chirping birds, no sound of a breeze rustling leaves, even the flowing stream seemed to produce no sound at all.

"I've gotta get the fuck out of here." you said, whipping around, hoping that the bright light you saw in the hospital would be behind you.

Much to your dismay the scene behind you looked exactly the same as the one in front you. The horizon didn't seem to have an end, and you knew that staying put was going to get you nowhere. You turned back around and started walking, determined to find a way out of there. There were people that needed you, and you'd be damned if you were going to stay there. You were going to do whatever you had to do to get back.

Dean had searched the entire hospital for you. He had screamed your name until his throat was raw, and it was all for nothing. All of his efforts were fruitless. There wasn't a single sign of you, or the light you had seen anywhere. He had searched every square inch for some sort of hidden wall or trap door, and had basically driven himself to the brink of insanity trying to communicate with Bobby.

Dean finally went back to his own room, hoping that Sam would show up at some point. As he sat there alone, his own broken body his only company, he tried to think of a way to talk to Sam. He had to get a message across to him somehow, the thought of how he moved the glass running through his head as he sat there and waited.

"Hey. I think maybe you guys are around." Sam said, Dean looking up as Sam walked into the room with a brown, paper bag held under one arm. "And, if you are...don't make fun of me for this, but, um, well....there's one way we can talk." Sam added, as he pulled a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board" out of the bag.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean said, coming up behind him as Sam sat down cross legged on the floor before pulling the board from the box.

"Dean? Y/N? Are you here?" Sam asked, Dean shaking his head.

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean said as he sat down across from Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work."

Sam had his fingers poised on the planchette, and Dean hesitantly did the same, willing to try anything at this point even though he had little faith that it would work. Dean took a deep breath and concentrated on moving the planchette to "YES" on the board.

"I'll be damned." Dean breathed out, shocked that it worked.

"It's good to hear from you guys. It hasn't been the same without you two." Sam said, laughing a little in relief.

"Damn straight." Dean said as he placed his fingers back on the planchette and started to slide it.

"Guys, what?" Sam asked, trying to follow the message. "Sing...Singer's...g-o...gone. Y/N's gone?" Sam asked, a worried look appearing on his face as Dean slid the planchette to yes. "What do you mean gone? She was with you?" Sam asked, Dean getting frustrated at the rapid fire questions as he hovered the planchette over the word yes.

"Slow down, Sam." Dean said, trying to think of a way to explain what happened.

"Do you know what happened to her? Where did she go?" Sam asked, Dean sighing as he started to move the planchette.

"I-n-t-o...t-h-e...l-i-g-h-t." Dean spelled out, repeating some of the letters under his breath as he moved the planchette.

"Into the light? Dean, what does that mean?" Sam asked, the only thing he could think of being the myth of people going into a bright light when they passed.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered, frustrated that he couldn't get his point across.

"Dean, what? H? U? Hunting? What? Were you guys hunting?" Sam asked, the planchette sliding back to yes. "You were hunting, and Y/N went into the light?"

"Come on, Sam." Dean said, sliding the planchette back to yes before spelling out another word.

"D-i-s-a...disappeared? You guys were hunting, and Y/N disappeared into the light?" Sam asked, the planchette flying to yes.

"Now we're gettin' somewhere." Dean said, waiting for Sam to ask another question.

"It's in the hospital? What you're hunting? Do...do you know what it is?" Sam asked, once again firing off multiple questions.

"One question at a time, dude." Dean said, Sam seeming to get the message.

"What is it?" Sam asked, Dean sliding the planchette to the letters, R, E, A, and P.

"I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up, but it didn't touch her. It wasn't anywhere near her." Dean said as he finished spelling.

"A reaper. Dean, is it after you?" Sam asked, the planchette sliding to yes. "And it was after Y/N, too?" Sam asked, the planchette once again sliding to yes.

"But, it didn't get her, Sam. It didn't..." Dean said, Sam looking as though he was deep in thought.

"Did she go into this...light before it could get her, or....?" Sam asked, trailing off as Dean slid the planchette to yes. "Well, if it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it."

"Yeah, you can't kill death." Dean muttered, defeated.

"Man, you're, um....you guys..." Sam said, stopping short.

"We're screwed, Sam." Dean said, shaking his head.

"No. No, no, no, um...there's gotta be a way." Sam said as he stood up and started to pace. "There's gotta be a way. Dad or Bobby will know what to do." he said before quickly leaving the room.

"Dad." Sam whispered as he slowly pushed open the door to John's room and crept inside, trying his best to be quiet. "Dad?" Sam tried again, before noticing John's empty bed.

Sam grabbed John's journal and walked out of the room. He made his way down the hall towards your room, hoping that John was inside talking to Bobby. He pushed open the door to your room, John's journal tucked under his arm.

"Dad? Bobby?" he called out, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room, finally able to see that the room was empty with the exception of you.

Sam walked further into the room, and took a seat in the empty chair by your bed. He placed the journal on his lap, and leaned down, his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He blew out a slow, frustrated breath, and hoped that Bobby would be back soon. He needed help, and he needed it fast. He didn't know how much time you or Dean had left, and he couldn't stand the thought of losing either one of you.

"I'm gonna figure this out." Sam quietly said before raising his head to look at you. "I don't know if you can hear me, but Y/N...you gotta hold on, okay? You just gotta....I can't lose you guys." Sam choked out, tears threatening to spill. "But, I just...I don't know what to do."

John pushed open the door to the boiler room, and walked inside carrying a duffel bag with his good arm. He walked through a dark and dripping hallway to a clean space and placed the bag down on the floor. John crouched down beside the bag and opened it before pulling out a box of white chalk. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling before grabbing a piece of the chalk and starting to draw.

Sam walked back into Dean's room with John's journal, and he sat down on the edge of Dean's bed. He had tried his best to compose himself after leaving your room, not wanting Dean to see him worried.

"Hey. So, Dad wasn't in his room, and Bobby wasn't in Y/N's." he said as he placed the journal on his lap.

"Where are they?" Dean asked, worried that they weren't there.

"But, I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here." Sam said as he flipped open the journal and started to leaf through it, Dean coming to stand behind him.

"Thanks for not giving up on us, Sammy." Dean said, Sam turning to a page that said "Reapers", Dean leaning over to read the page, his eyes suddenly going wide. "Son of a bitch." he breathed out before rushing out of the room.

Dean stalked down the hallway, checking every room until he saw Tessa sitting on a bed in one of the empty rooms.

"Hi, Dean." she said as he walked into the room.

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, uh, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met." Dean said, stopping a few feet in front of her.

"I was wondering when you would figure it out." Tessa said, Dean shaking his head.

"I should have known. That whole accepting fate rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But, the mother and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." Dean said, Tessa shrugging her shoulders.

"It's my sandbox. I can make you see whatever I want." she said, Dean scoffing.

"What is this like a turn on for you? Toying with me? Let me guess, you're the one who made Singer see that light. You're the one that did something to her. Guess you thought splitting us up would make it easier for you." Dean said, Tessa looking at him with sad eyes.

"You didn't give me much of a choice, Dean. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girls feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." she said, choosing to not to mention you, Dean quickly getting angry.

"Your feelings? I don't care about your fucking feelings, and the only thing I want to talk about is what you did with Y/N." Dean said, Tessa rising to her feet.

"I didn't do anything to her." she said, Dean shaking his head, refusing to believe her.

"You're lying. You said that this was your fucking sandbox. You said you could make us see what you wanted. You made her fucking see that. I know you know where she is, and you're gonna bring her back right now, or-" Dean said, Tessa interrupting.

"It's true that I can make you see what I want, but I don't know where she is, Dean. I didn't do anything to her, and I can't bring her back. Bringing people back is not my job." Tessa said, Dean taking a step back from her, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

"God fucking damn it." you said, pushing your way through a thick mass of shrubbery. "I've had enough of this fucking hippie, nature bullshit!! I swear I'm going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground." you seethed, pain suddenly radiating from your foot. "Son of a mother fucking bitch!!" you screamed as you looked down at the cut on your foot, blood starting to drip down the sole of your foot.

"Hush now, child." a woman said as she stepped out from behind a tree, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

"Who the fuck are you?" you asked, jumping back, startled by her sudden appearance, the woman just standing there staring at you.

She was the first person you had come into contact with. Hell, she was the first sign of any living being you had seen since you got there, and you found yourself studying her closely.

She was beautiful by every sense of the word. She was tall and thin with long, flowing chestnut hair. Her vibrant blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you as she stood there staring, the long, sheer, white dress she was wearing billowing around her bare feet. She had an other worldly feel about her, and you found yourself growing more uncomfortable the longer you were in her presence.

"I asked you who the fuck you were, lady." you said, getting into a defensive stance, preparing yourself for a fight.

"I'm here to help you, sweet child." she said, continuing to walk towards you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a little more than that, lady, and I'm gonna need you to knock off the creepy fairy tale bullshit talk. You sound like you're straight out of a God damn Disney movie." you said, taking a few steps back.

"I'm here to show you the way, Y/N. I'm here to guide you home." she said, stopping in front of you.

"Show me the way? You're gonna get me out of here? You're going to take me back?" you asked, feeling hopeful for the first time since you got there.

"Back? You can't go back, Y/N. That's not your home. You're needed here. You have important things to do. You have to live up to your destiny, my child." she said, raising her hand to your cheek, you quickly swatting it away.

"My destiny? Fuck you, lady. You stay the fuck away from me. You're with him, aren't you? I should have fuckin' known." you said, backing away from her.

"With who?" she asked, following after you.

"Get fuckin' back!!" you yelled, the woman stopping in her tracks. "You're with him....the demon. Yellow Eyes. He already told me about his big fuckin' plans and the destiny bullshit, but you two can go fuck yourselves. I won't do a God damn thing for either of you."

"No, no, no, child. I'm not with him, not at all. That's why you can't go back. He's after you. He wants you, and I'm here to keep you safe." she said, you scoffing.

"Keep me safe? I think you're a little too fuckin' late for that. I mean, by the looks of everything I'm totally fuckin' screwed, so great job there you fuckin' nut job. Look, I don't have time for this bullshit. I have to get back. There are people there that need me, so if you're not gonna help me with that then get the fuck out of my way." you said, the woman giving you a sad smile.

"Child, you're needed here. We need you. There are grave matters we must attend to, and we have been waiting long enough." she said, reaching out for you, you quickly raising your hand in front of you, the ball of light in your palm appearing more powerful than you had ever seen it.

"Well, you're just gonna have to keep fuckin' waiting." you said before releasing the light, the woman suddenly flying back through the trees.

You turned quickly on your heel and started to run back through the trees, branches tearing at your clothes and scratching at your skin. You were so focused on getting as far away from her as you possibly could that you missed the sound of another pair of footsteps following after you.

You continued to push through the massive overgrowth of vegetation, the person trailing after you slowly gaining on you. You finally had to come to a stop, your lungs burning, your muscles aching with fatigue and overexertion. You stood there for a few moments, trying to get your wits about you, when you heard rustling behind you. You whipped around, your hand raised, ready to defend yourself, shocked to find that nothing was there.

You dropped your hand back to your side and let out a slow breath, fully convinced that your mind must be playing tricks on you. You turned back around, your eyes flicking through the trees, trying to decide what direction to go. There was a path to the left that didn't seem to be as dense, and you decided to head that way. Before you could even take a full step you felt a hand clamp over your mouth and a strong arm wrap around you from behind, effectively pinning your arms to your sides.

You started to struggle and thrash about wildly, trying your best to break free. The stranger tightened their hold on you, and lifted you off the ground. Your legs were kicking wildly in the air, and you could feel the strangers hold starting to slip.

"Please stop fighting. I just want to help you." a deep voice said, your muffled reply of fuck you coming out unintelligible. "You want out of here, right? I can help you. I can get you back to your home."

You stopped struggling, and the man carefully lowered you back down to the ground. He still had one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand was still clamped over your mouth. Every part of you wanted to fight, but you forced yourself to remain still, hoping that this person would live up to their word and get you home.

"I'm going to let you go, but you mustn't scream. They'll hear you. She'll hear you, and if she does there will be nothing I can do to get you out of here." he said, you slowly nodding your head to let him know that you understood.

The man slowly released you, and took a step back. You whipped around to face him, and he took another step back with both of his hands help up in front of him, his way of showing you that he was weaponless.

His lack of weapons didn't really matter. You knew that he could easily overpower you if he wanted to. He already had. He was a big man, nearly equal in height with Sam. You knew he was strong before you had even laid eyes on him, and seeing his muscled frame only further proved your point.

You raised your eyes to his face, quickly taking in his chiseled features. He had a strong jawline, the same piercing blue eyes as the woman you encountered earlier, and a mass of perfectly curled blonde hair.

"Who are you?" you asked, taking another step back, the more distance you could put between the two of you the better.

"My name is Aislin, and I mean you no no harm." he said, his hands still held up in front of him. "I only want to help."

"Help? You mean, you can really get me back?" you asked, still a little unsure if you could trust him.

"I can." he said, taking a careful step towards you. "If you-"

"If I what?" you quickly interrupted, afraid of what he might say.

"She didn't offer you anything to eat or drink, did she?" he asked, you shaking your head.

"No, and even if she would have, I wouldn't have fallen for any of her Jim Jones Kool-Aid bullshit. I'm smarter than that." you said, Aislin giving you a bright smile. "Do you know what she wanted with me? She said that I was needed here, that I had a destiny to follow."

"No, I don't. I'm sorry. I wish I had answers." he said, you nodding your head, a little disappointed.

"Well." you sighed, pausing a moment. "I guess it doesn't matter. The only thing I care about is getting back." you said, Aislin watching you closely. "Why are you helping me? What's the catch?"

"I heard you say that you had people that needed you, and I...I understand what that's like." he said, pausing a moment. "And...this place...it isn't what it seems."

"Not what it seems?" you asked, Aislin nodding. "What is this place? I mean, where the fuck are we?" you asked, the sound of rustling causing Aislin to quickly look over his shoulder.

"There's no time to explain. If you want to go back we have to leave now. They're coming." he said, taking your hand in his, the two of you rushing off into the trees.

John finished the chalk symbol he was drawing and placed several candles and a black bowl around it before starting to in-cant in Latin.

He slid a knife across his palm, drawing blood and let it drip down into the bowl. He lit a match and dropped it in, the sand in the bowl flaring up before going out. John slowly stood up and looked around the room, a hand suddenly grabbing onto his shoulder from behind.

"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" a man asked, John whipping around to face him.

"I can explain." John said, the man watching him closely.

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me." the man said, John pulling out the Colt and cocking it.

"Hey. How stupid do you think I am?" John asked, the man's eyes suddenly glowing yellow.

"You really want an answer to that?" he asked as two possessed men in lab coats came up to take positions behind John. "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things, but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them."

"I could always shoot you." John threatened, nodding towards the Colt.

"You could always miss." Yellow Eyes fired back, laughing. "And you've only got one try, don't cha? Did you really think you could trap me?"

"Oh, I don't want to trap you." John said, lowering the gun. "I want to make a deal." he added, an intrigued look sliding onto Yellow Eyes' face.

Sam was standing next to the window in Dean's room, his hands in his pockets, "Dean, are you here?" he asked, looking around. "I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you or Y/N, but I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. You both just have to keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't...you guys can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other. You two know that." he said, pausing a moment. "Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?"

Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he paced the room, "Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" he asked, still trying to think of a way to find out what Tessa had done with you.

"How death is nothing to fear." Tessa said, stepping in front of him to touch his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. You're living on borrowed time already."

"Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but...you've gotta make an exception. You've gotta cut me a break." Dean said, moving past Tessa to stare out a dark window.

"Stage three: bargaining." Tessa said, Dean turning to face her.

"I'm serious. I've...I've got to get Y/N back, and my family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this...um, war, and they need me." Dean said, Tessa giving him a sad smile.

"The fight's over." she said.

"No, it isn't." Dean said, shaking his head.

"It is for you, Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance, but they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Tessa explained, Dean taking a step back.

"My brother...Y/N...they could die without me." Dean said, Tessa cocking her head to the side.

"Y/N's time is up, Dean, and your brother..."she said, pausing a moment. "Maybe he will, maybe he won't. There's nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death."

"I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway." Dean fired back, Tessa chuckling.

"That's funny. You're very cute." she said, a smile on her face.

"There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground, and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do." Dean said, Tessa sighing.

"Well, like you said, there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me, but you're not getting back in your body and neither is Y/N. She may never come back from wherever she is Dean, and that's just facts. So, yes...you can stay. You'll stay here for years waiting for someone that may never come back. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." Tessa said, trying her best to get through to him.

"What are you saying?" Dean asked, looking down at her.

"Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And, you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." Tessa said, Dean walking to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"It's very unseemly...making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" Yellow Eyes asked, him, John, and the two demons still standing in a circle around the summoning symbol.

"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean and Y/N. You've got to bring them back." John said, Yellow Eyes smiling at him.

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them." he said, John staring directly at him. "And, the girl? What do you want with her, John?"

"She's family. It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean and Y/N." John said, Yellow Eyes shrugging.

"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But, still, you're right. He isn't much of a threat, and neither is your other son." Yellow Eyes said, John lowering his head and raising his eyes. "But, Y/N...she's special. You already knew that though, didn't you? You know the truth, right? About her and Sammy? And the other children?"

"Yeah. I've known for awhile." John said, Yellow Eyes nodding.

"But, Sam doesn't, does he? She doesn't know either. You've been playing dumb." Yellow Eyes said, John starting to get frustrated. "But, there are things you don't know, John. I don't think you know just how special our little Y/N is."

"Can you bring them back? Yes or No?" John asked, wanting to get back on track, tired of listening to Yellow Eyes monologue.

"No, but I know someone who can. It's not a problem." Yellow Eyes said, John nodding.

"Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure they're okay. Both of them, with my own eyes." John said, Yellow Eyes chuckling.

"Oh, John. I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" Yellow Eyes asked, John shaking his head slowly. "Fine."

"So we have a deal?" John asked, Yellow Eyes staring at him a moment before shaking his head no.

"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot." he said, John giving him a puzzled look.

"With what?" John asked, Yellow Eyes taking a few steps towards him.

"There's something else I want as much as that gun. Maybe more." Yellow Eyes said, a wicked grin on his face.

"It's time to put the pain behind you." Tessa said from behind Dean as she stroked his hair tenderly.

"And go where? Will Y/N be there?" Dean asked.

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So, what's it going to be?" Tessa asked, Dean turning to face her, the lights starting to flicker, a familiar buzz starting.

"What are you doing that for?" Dean asked, Tessa looking around the room in panic.

"I'm not doing it." she said, both her and Dean turning to look at a vent in the floor, a black ichor beginning to pour out of it.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, Tessa's eyes going wide.

"You can't do this! Get away!!" Tessa cried, fear in her voice.

"What's happening?" Dean asked, Tessa screaming as the ichor flowed into her mouth, her eyes glowing yellow seconds later.

"Today's your lucky day, kid." she said as she placed her hand on Dean's forehead, Dean suddenly starting to convulse.

Sam was back in Dean's room, sitting on the edge of the bed as Dean gasped. Sam jumped up and watched as Dean woke suddenly, choking on the tube in his throat.

"Dean?" Sam asked before rushing out of the room into the hallway. "Help! I need help!!"

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." the doctor said as he stood at the end of Dean's bed and flipped through his chart.

"So, I can get out of my bed then?" Dean asked, aching to be by your side.

"I don't think that's wise. There are still some tests I want to run, and-" the doctor started, Dean interrupting.

"Listen, I've got somewhere to be, so unless you plan on tying me down I gotta go. Thanks for everything, Doc." Dean said before turning to Sam. "Let's go."

Sam walked to Dean's bedside and helped him get to his feet, the doctor shaking his head in disapproval as he walked out of the room, "Dean, are you sure about this? I mean, I'll go sit with her, and Bobby's there." Sam said as Dean walked towards the door.

"You're not stopping me." Dean said before walking out into the hallway, Sam quickly following after him. "So, you said a reaper was after us?"

"Yeah." Sam said, keeping a close eye on Dean.

"So, how'd we ditch it?" Dean asked, Sam letting out a sigh.

"You got me. All I know is that you said you guys were hunting a reaper, and Y/N disappeared into some kind of light before it could get her. Dean, you really don't remember anything?" Sam asked, Dean shaking his head.

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong." Dean said as they reached your room.

Dean knocked on the door frame, and Bobby looked up from the book he was reading before closing it and placing it on the large stack next to his chair. Dean walked into the room, and Sam quickly followed after him.

"Anything?" Dean asked, Bobby shaking his head in defeat.

"No, nothing. You're sure about what you saw? About the light?" Bobby asked as Dean pulled up a chair next to your bed.

"Bobby, I...I can't remember anything." Dean said as he sat down, his focus entirely on you.

"Hey, Bobby? How about we go grab a cup of coffee?" Sam asked, trying to give Dean a moment alone with you.

"Y-yeah." Bobby said, rising hesitantly from his chair, reluctant to leave you.

"Come on." Sam said, leading him from the room, Dean watching them go before turning his attention back to you.

Dean stuck his hand through the rail of your bed and took your hand in his. He sat there for a moment, trying to think of what he wanted to say, his thumb running slowly back and forth over your fingers.

"Hey, Singer." Dean softly said before brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face with his free hand. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I...I need you to hold on. I need you to keep fighting and make your way back here. God, I need you to wake up, Singer. Please just wake up."

"How much further?" you asked, Aislin still pulling you through the trees.

"It's not much further now. We can't stop. They're coming." he said, you forcing yourself to run faster.

The two of you kept running, the trees finally starting to thin as you came upon a clearing. The scene before you was unlike anything else you had seen while you had been there. The lush greenery was gone, replaced instead with a barren, rocky hillside.

"We have to go." Aislin urged as he pulled you towards the hill.

He motioned for you to go in front of him, and he moved behind you to help push you up the jagged rocks to the top. In your haste to get there you stumbled, small rocks scattering around you causing you to lose your footing. Aislin quickly grabbed a hold of you, making sure you were steady before pushing you on.

The two of you finally reached the top, and you looked down at the forest below you to see the woman you encountered earlier emerge from the tree line, a small army following after her.

You turned back to Aislin, watching in shock as he raised his hand, a ball of light glowing in his palm. He released his light, and the same bright light that you saw in the hospital appeared before you.

"Hurry. You must go. There isn't much time." he said, holding out his hand to you.

"Wait. What...what are you? We're...we're the same, aren't we?" you asked, taking a hold of his hand.

"We are." he said before suddenly pushing you into the light.

You stumbled over your feet, your arms coming out to break your fall. You quickly rolled over, the drab hallway of the hospital causing you to let out a sigh of relief. You were back. You looked up into the light and watched as it started to fade, taking all of the answers to your questions along with it.

"Aislin, wait!" you shouted, jumping to your feet, the light disappearing into nothing. "God damn it!!" you shouted, pounding at the wall with your fists.

You leaned your forehead against the wall, completely frustrated that the truth you had been searching for was ripped away from you before you even had a chance to learn it. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, needing to take a minute to calm yourself. Suddenly Dean popped into your head, and you pushed yourself away from the wall.

"Dean?! Dean?!" you called out as you ran down the hallway, looking into each room.

You finally came upon Dean's room, and stopped just outside of the door. Part of you was afraid to see him. You could feel the panic start to set in. Your chest was growing tight, and your palms started to sweat. What if he hadn't gotten any better, or even worse, what if he was gone? What if something happened to him while you were gone?

You forced yourself to step inside, your entire world stopping when you laid eyes on the empty bed. You couldn't breath. You couldn't think. You couldn't move. You just stood there completely frozen, the empty room your own personal hell.

You couldn't help but feel like it was all your fault. If you would have stayed there you could have helped him, but you left. You left him all alone when he needed you.

You were tempted to go and find Sam, knowing that he was probably completely broken, but you couldn't make yourself leave just yet. It's not like you could even comfort him anyway, and you didn't think you could stand to see him like that.

So, you took a few shaky steps, pausing a moment once you reached the bed. You looked down at it, the sheet and blanket was thrown back. They hadn't even had time to ready the room for someone else. You sat down on the edge, and placed your hand on the middle of the bed, thinking to yourself just how close you must have been to getting back in time.

Then, the blaming started. You wished that you would have ran into Aislin sooner. You wished you would have ran faster. Hell, you wished you never would have went into that stupid light in the first place.

It's funny the difference a few minutes can make. If you would have gotten back sooner you could have helped, but no matter how hard you wished, how hard you prayed, you couldn't get those minutes back. They were gone, just like he was. So, you did the only thing you could think of, you waited.

It didn't take you long to figure out that the spirit you and Dean had seen was actually a reaper, and you were going to sit there and wait until it found you. There was nothing left to do. You had given up. You knew that you were never going to make it out of there in the first place. You had no illusions about that now, but you had hoped with everything you had that Dean would, that Sam would be able to find a way to save him.

But, life isn't fair and you very rarely got what you hoped for, especially with the life you lead. You knew it wouldn't be long. Your borrowed time had ran out long ago, and at that moment you thought anything would be better than dealing the void he left behind, even if that anything was death.

Your patience was starting to grow thin. You had no idea how long you had been sitting there. You couldn't tell if it had been hours or mere minutes, but you knew that you couldn't sit there any longer. If the damn thing wasn't going to take you, you were going to track it down and make it.

"All right, you son of a bitch!" you yelled as you walked out into the hallway. "You wanted me. Well, here I fucking am! Come and get me!"

You continued down the hall, your threats and pleas having absolutely no effect. You came to a stop outside of your room, the door slightly ajar. You thought about going in for a moment, wanting to see Bobby one last time, but you quickly decided against it. You knew that nothing good could come from seeing him like that, so you leaned yourself against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor.

A few minutes later you saw a nurse walking down the hall towards you, and you watched as she came to a stop in front of your door. She lifted her hand and knocked gently on the door, announcing her presence before she stepped inside.

"I'll just be a minute, sir. I need to check a few things." she said, you assuming that she was talking to Bobby.

"Do you need me to move?" a voice quietly asked causing you to quickly scramble to your feet.

You couldn't seem to get into the room fast enough, your body jerking to a halt when you saw him sitting there. The amount of relief you felt in that moment was indescribable. He was alive. Dean was okay.

"You scared the shit out of me, Winchester." you said, a smile on your face as you walked over to him.

You watched as Dean thanked the nurse before she left the room, his attention on you the entire time. He picked up your hand, being careful not to disturb the IV there.

"She said everything looked good." Dean said, you shaking your head.

"You know better than that, De." you said, a sad smile on your face, a gentle knock at the door causing both you and Dean to look up.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asked as he hovered in the doorway.

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive." Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That's what matters." John said, taking a few steps into the room.

"Yeah, if you say so." Dean said, looking back to your body.

"She, uh...she any better?" John asked, Dean slowly shaking his head no. "Don't give up on her. If anybody could pull through this...it's her."

"Fuck. What'd you do, John?" you asked, watching him closely, part of you knowing that he went through with his plan.

"I'm not giving up, but I...I-" Dean said, John cutting him off.

"Trust me on this one, son." John said, you shaking your head.

"God damn it, John." you said, knowing for sure now that he went through with it.

"I'll give you some time, but I want to talk to you later." John said, leaving the room before Dean could say anything.

You were tempted to follow after him. You wanted to see if you could piece together exactly what the deal he made was for, but you couldn't leave Dean. So, you walked to the corner of the room, and sat down in the chair there. You pulled your legs up underneath you, and just watched him, completely content with just being in the same room with him.

"He's right, you know? If anybody can claw their way back, it's you. And, I don't care how long it takes. I'm gonna be right here, Singer. You hear me? I'm not going anywhere...cause it's you and me, okay? So, you get your ass back here. We need you. I...I need you. You don't get to check out on me. You got that? It's...it's you and me." Dean said, fighting back tears.

"It'll always be you and me. Even if I'm not here, De." you said, wishing he could hear you.

"Well, wasn't that sweet? I'm a little choked up." someone said, you looking to the door to see Tessa standing there.

"About fucking time. You know, I knew there was something off about you." you said as Tessa walked into the room.

"Oh, you have no idea." she said, her eyes suddenly glowing yellow, you scoffing.

"Am I supposed to be shocked?" you asked, Yellow Eyes smiling at you.

"You always were a smart one." he said, coming to a stop at the end of your bed, a few feet away from you.

"Well, it doesn't take a fuckin' genius to figure that one out. So, you get the Colt and the bullet then?" you asked, Yellow Eyes laughing.

"The Colt and the bullet was for lover-boy over there." Yellow Eyes said, you shaking your head. "No, for you we had to sweeten the pot."

"Look, you have the gun and the bullet. You brought Dean back. That's good enough. You let John live and leave me out of it." you said, Yellow Eyes chuckling.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Now, Y/N that's just not good business. A deal was made, and I fully intend to follow through with it. You know, you're not so easy to track down, and you've already made me look bad enough. John thinks I can't fulfill my end of the bargain." Yellow Eyes said, you rolling your eyes.

"Oh, boo fuckin' hoo. You think I give a shit about making you look bad? You might as well kiss your end of the fuckin' bargain goodbye-" you tried to say, Yellow Eye's boisterous laughter cutting you off.

"That's what I love about you. There's so much rage in you, and rage always wins. It's gonna smother that little light of yours right out." he said as he walked towards you. "You don't have a choice, Y/N. You don't have a choice in anything. Your destiny is set. I'll see you soon." he added, his yellow eyes twinkling as he raised his hand and placed it on your forehead.

The next thing you knew you were struggling to breath, choking on the tube in your throat. You looked over to Dean, your eyes wide with fear, the expression on his face mirroring yours.

"Help! I need some help in here!!" Dean yelled before quickly taking your hand in his. "Hey. Hey, Singer. It's okay. You're going to be okay." he said as a nurse ran into the room and quickly pushed him aside.

"You scared the hell outta me, Kid." Bobby said from his spot at your bedside.

"You should be used to that by now." you rasped out, the corner of Bobby's mouth turning up.

"Don't think I won't kick your ass." Bobby said, you huffing out a laugh.

"Maybe let her get out of here first." Sam said, a smile on his face as he walked into the room. "But, I might have to get in on that action."

"Save it, Samantha. Even on my worst day I could still take you." you teased, Sam laughing loudly as he looked over at Dean, who was standing off to the side next to the window.

He hadn't said much since you woke up. You were hoping that it was just because he hadn't had the time. Your room had been a chaotic mess. There had been doctors and nurses running in and out every few minutes, and the two of you hadn't had a chance to be alone yet. You looked over at him, and he gave you a small smile just as another doctor walked in.

"We want to take you for a few tests." the doctor said, looking down at your chart. "You're a real-"

"Miracle." you finished for him, the doctor nodding. "Yeah, I kinda got that."

"We just want to make sure that everything is okay. It shouldn't take long." he explained, Bobby rising from his chair.

"You do what you gotta do, Doc." Bobby said before turning to you. "No arguments."

"I'll let you know when we're finished." the doctor said as Sam and Bobby headed towards the door.

"Can I have a minute?" you asked, glancing at Dean before turning your attention back to the doctor, the doctor nodding before following after Sam and Bobby.

Dean watched the three of them walk out and waited a minute before speaking, "So, how...how do you feel?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Fine." you said, despite the feeling in your gut that something was wrong.

"I just...I..."Dean said, struggling to find the words, a nurse with an impatient look on her face waiting by the door.

"De, I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere, okay? It's you and me." you said, trying to reassure him, Dean quickly taking your hand as the nurse walked into the room, knowing that you would be able to hear everything he couldn't say out loud.

"You and me." he said, giving your hand a squeeze as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Me too." you said, when he pulled back, letting him know that you got the message.

"We really need to get you to CT." the nurse said in an inpatient tone.

"See ya when you get back." Dean said, giving your hand a final squeeze before stepping back.

"Go get some rest." you said as the nurse helped you into a wheelchair, Dean following behind the two of you until he reached his room.

"How's she doing?" Sam asked as Dean walked in.

"She's, uh, she's good." Dean said as he climbed into bed.

"Man, I can't tell you how good it is to have both of you back. You guys had me worried for a minute." Sam said, Dean huffing out a laugh.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean said, John appearing in the doorway.

"Y/N okay?" John asked, both Sam and Dean looking over to him.

"She's good. They're taking her for some tests now." Dean said, John slowly nodding as he walked into the room.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"I had some things to take care of." John said, Sam scoffing.

"Well, that's specific." Sam sarcastically said, Dean looking to him.

"Come on, Sam." Dean pleaded, not wanting them to get into an argument.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean.

"No." John said, Sam shaking his head in disbelief.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked, looking directly at John.

"Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I...I've made some mistakes, but I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" John pleaded, the expression on Sam's face suddenly softening.

"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asked, John's plea throwing him off.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you...uh, would you mind getting me a cup of coffee?" John asked, wanting to get Sam out of the room.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam said before leaving the room, John watching him go, a slight frown on his face.

"What is it?" Dean asked once Sam was out of earshot.

"You know, when you were a kid I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen...I'd be...I'd be wrecked. And, you...you'd come up to me and you...you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye. You'd...you'd say, it's okay, Dad." John said, pausing a moment. "Dean, I'm sorry."

"What?" Dean asked, shocked by what he was hearing.

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy. You took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John said, Dean taking a moment to process everything.

"This really you talking?" Dean asked, having a hard time believing that his father would actually say those things.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John assured him.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked, John coming closer and putting his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay? Y/N, too." John said, Dean looking up at him.

"Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean said, John giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Don't be scared, Dean." John said before leaning down and whispering something into Dean's ear, Dean pulling back in shock once John was finished.

John walked into his room, and placed the Colt on the small bedside table before letting out a slow breath.

"Okay." he breathed out, knowing that it was time to fulfill his end of the bargain.

Sam was walking back to Dean's room with John's coffee in his hand. He glanced into a room, and saw John laying motionless on the floor.

"Dad?!" Sam called out, dropping the cup of coffee before rushing to John's side and kneeling beside him, screaming for help the entire time.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses were attempting resuscitation, this time on John. You, Sam, and Dean hovered in the doorway, you getting back from CT just in time.

"No, no, no. It's our Dad! It's our Dad!" Dean pleaded as a nurse tried to push the three of you out of the way. "Come on."

"Lady, you better back the fuck off." you said, taking a step towards her.

"Okay, stop compressions." one doctor said, Sam and Dean watching in horror.

"Come on. Come on." Dean pleaded as the nurse checked for a pulse.

"Still no pulse." she said, the doctor nodding as he stepped back from the bed, you looking away from the scene, unable to watch John fulfill his end of the bargain.

"Okay, that's it everybody." the doctor announced, Sam and Dean left speechless. "I'll call it. Time of death...10:41 a.m.."

A/N: I want to say a big thank you to everyone that took the time to read this. I am so sorry about the delay, and I truly appreciate the patience. I want to thank all of you for sticking with me, and I hope you know just how much I appreciate each and every one of you. <3 <3

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feminist-propaganda · 4 years

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Single Mothers Will Probably Cry During Every Episode Of Queen’s Gambit - Episode 4

In the past three days we’ve reviewed the three lessons from Beth’s mother. The first lesson was for Beth to find a field where she could become a worldwide expert in. The second lesson was to use dissociation as a coping mechanism when the going gets tough. The third lesson was to know the enemy within yourself.

The series contains 7 episodes; and the fourth episode is therefore named “Middle Game”, which according to Wikipedia:

"is the portion of the game in between the opening and the endgame, though there is no clear line between the opening and middlegame, and between the middlegame and endgame. The middle game begins when both players have completed the development of all or most of their pieces and the king has been brought to relative safety. However, at master level, the opening analysis may go well into the middlegame.”

Lesson 4 : Don’t Block Me Out

The episode starts on the university campus where we see a young Beth learning Russian. We learned in the previous episode that she was planning to learn Russian in order to prepare for International Tournaments where she would be playing Soviet players: the best in the world.

The words she repeats after the professor are “I love”, “You love” and “We love”. As she repeats these words, her gaze wanders around the classroom and lands on a blonde haired student, who stares right back at her. At the end of the class, he meets her outside the building and asks her if she wants to come over to his place for a kick back. She accepts.

It is the 60s, and you can tell. The student house is decorated with Middle Eastern, maybe Indian tapestries. The students smoke weed and listen to tantric music. Beth makes a call to Alma to let her know she won’t be coming home. Soon, she is seen having mediocre sex with the blonde college student. Beth seems completely dissociated with the entire situation.

Her conversation with the blond man is somewhat revealing however. He asks her if she’s the chess player. She says yes. She asks if he plays. “No, too cerebral. I’ve played a lot of Monopoly though”. Beth answers: “Never played that game”, and the blonde responds “Don’t, it makes you a slave to capitalism. I still dream about making money though”.

Beth frowns “Why are you taking Russian classes if you’re a slave to capitalism?” and the blonde : “Mmm. I wanna read Dostoevsky in the original”.

The next day, for the first time ever, we see Beth get completely hammered. When she wakes up, everyone is gone. She is alone in the apartment. She finds a note on the fridge, with a joint taped to it. It says the gang has rode off to Cincinnati to catch a movie and she can stay all she wants.

She starts by cleaning up the apartment and we are reminded of Alma in Episode 2. She pushes the vaccuum cleaner with a cigarette in her hand, dusts the apartment as she empties the wine bottles. She calls Alma again, tells her she won’t be coming home tonight either.

Then, we see Beth graduate. Alma whistles and screams with pride as Beth collects her degree. They drink celibratory champagne and Alma gifts Beth a beautiful watch which is engraved “LOVE FROM MOTHER”.

They fly off to Mexico, where for the first time Bet will be playing the infamous Soviet players.

Mexico plays an important character in this mini series because it is a part of the third world.

The term Third World was born during the Cold War. The “First World” was any country that was affiliated with N.A.T.O. The “Second World” were countries in the Soviet Union or under Soviet influence. Anything else was called the Third World according to this model.

Many people today who don’t know the origin of this term might think the term Third World is derogative, it isn’t. It just means a country that refused to fall into the Cold war dynamics.

When you take a look back at the series, you see that it shows us the journey of a small girl from Kentucky (poorest state in the U.S.A), to Moscow. One could argue that the Soviet Union is a much better environment for Beth.

The Soviet Union is the place where International Women’s day was proclaimed a National holiday as early as 1917! Women in science thrived in the Soviet Union, one article by the Smithsonian magazine even argues that the Soviet Union was better at training women in Science than the U.S.A does today.

So if the series is indeed about a young woman’s journey from a sexist, capitalist society (The U.S.A) to an equalitarian republic (the U.S.S.R), it seems natural that right in the middle of this journey, Beth needs to travel through some neutral territory, some sort of purgatory, a.k.a. Mexico a.k.a the Third World.

On the plane to Mexico, Alma informs Beth that she will be meeting with a man at the airport. An old pen pal whom she’s always kept in touch with. His name is Manuel.

In the car driving from the airport to the hotel, Beth witnesses as Manuel puts on his seductive act to impress Alma. He comes up with platitudes about the history of Mexico City, and Alma makes exagerated onomatopeas. This whole time, in the back, Beth rolls her eyes.

We are reminded of the first scene, and her attitude towards the blonde college student. She is mostly unimpressed, dissociated, almost bored. It’s as if Beth knows about men and their deceptive ways. It’s strange because she’s just a teenager but she seems painfully aware of the realities of womanhood.

Throughout the episode, we see Beth studying for her games with the Soviets while Alma goes on dates with Manuel around the city. This isn’t the same Alma we’ve gotten used to in Episodes 2 and 3. She doesn’t seem to be present for Alma, like she was in Las Vegas. She seems completely absorbed in this intense romance. Alma even almost calls Beth frigid : “You’ve had all of your meals in your room!” “You’re buried in your books!”.

She also offers some advice. She seems to say that Beth’s forte is her intuition. She thinks Beth should relax a bit. She ends up convincing Beth that she should go for a walk. She goes to the zoo where she sees the Soviet player she fears, Borgov, with his family. They exchange meaningful looks.

For the first time, she sees the Soviets. And the view she has seems to be a “mise en abime” of the concept of Freedom. Indeed, Borgov is with his family, and they gaze at the chimpanzees in the zoo. Allow me to be more accurate. Borgov’s wife talks to her son and shows him the chimpanzees. Borgov is standing behind them. Silent. And behind him, there are the two KGB agents that look at him. So there are 5 planes : the chimpanzees, Borgov’s wife and child, Borgov himself, the KGB agents and then finally Beth.

Let’s analyze this scene shall we. We saw in episodes 1, 2 and 3 that the American men Beth met seemed to hate wedlock, and looked for opportunities to exit it as soon as possible. Mr Wheatley was of course the prime example of this. Here, we see a man, of about Mr Wheatley’s age, who stands near his wife, and his offspring. He isn’t running away from them. He doesn’t seem to detest them. The KGB agents are here to watch over him, but there is no sign that he wants to exit the U.S.S.R. Why would he? He gets paid to play chess, he is a national hero. He seems relaxed, at ease. He isn’t dissociated, he isn’t evil to his wife. What Beth sees is that maybe, this Russian archetype of a man is more attractive to her than the American version (Mr Wheatley detested her and Alma) or even the Mexican version (Manuel seems to be a phony latin lover at best).

This scene happens right at the middle of the episode, which is right at the middle of the series. It reminds me of Kant’s meditations on Freedom.

Kant says that Freedom isn’t the absence of constraint, it is the choice of your own constraints. If we apply this reasoning to lifelong partnerships, which are by definition filled with constraints, than Freedom wouldn’t be the absence of such a partnership but rather the concious choice of taking part in a partnership and accepting the constraints that come along with it. In this scene at the zoo, who is free? According to Kant’s theory: Beth is certainly not free. She binge drinked a bunch of beers in the park and is now completely hammered. She is a slave to the substances she abuses. The chimpanzee isn’t free, he is in a cage but also he can’t reason, so he can’t choose his constraints, like a human can. Are the Soviets free? Did Borgov choose his constraints? Is it a choice for him, to be here in Mexico City, to play chess, to be watched by KGB agents? To be married to his wife? To spend time with his family at the zoo? He has constraints, yes, but he doesn’t seem to be unhappy. He isn’t acting compulsively like Beth. He seems to be in control of his destiny. He probably didn’t have to bring his wife and kid along with him to Mexico. He could’ve come alone. But he took them. And he probably didn’t have to come to the Zoo with them. But he did. And he seems present. Although he is calm and collected, he is present. So it appears that Borgov is free. Yes he has constraints (the KGB watching over him, a family life) but he’s chosen them and this makes him free.

Shortly after Beth sees Borgov at the zoo with his family, she meets Alma who informs her that Manuel, much like Mr Wheatley, has disapeared on a “business trip” to Oaxaca. Alma says “I’ve never been to Oaxaca, but I imagine it resembles Denver”. What she means is she understands that these men (Mr Wheatley and Manuel) are too coward to tell her the truth (they don’t want to be with her) and they use their professional activites (the infamous business trip) as an excuse to disapear.

We circle back to March the 8, which was originally proclaimed the International day for Working Women in the U.S.S.R. See, Women’s labour outside of the house is essential to Women’s emancipation, because as long as Women don’t make their own money, their interactions with Men will be doomed to a foregone conclusion. Men get bored. Men use their professional activities as an excuse to disapear and as a reason to be unpleasant, even sometimes authoritarian or abusive towards Women.

Remember Alice’s first lesson: master a technology, find your field of expertise, become a professional.

The relationship between Borgov and his wife seems so much more tranquil than the passionate, fake, doomed romances from the First World and the Third.

Beth’s only other interaction with Borgov before playing him on Table 1 is in the elevator. He is talking to his advisors, they tell him “In Moscow she’ll be jet lagged” “Her game is only attack” and other statements about Beth’s weaknesses. But Borgov says “She’s an orphan. She’s like us. Losing isn’t an option for her. Otherwise what would her life be?” then he looks back at her.

Before playing him, she asks her friend “Will you save a seat for my mother?”. But Alma never shows up.

Borgov plays White, and choses an opening which he knows Beth will respond to with the Sicilian defense. Then he chooses to play it closed. He keeps his cool, shows no weakness and plays textbook chess. No emotion. As he stays steady, Beth glances at the empty chair where Alma is not sitting, she didn’t show up. And this destabilizes her. She gets more and more emotional and loses.

When she comes back to the hotel room she finds Alma has died. Beth organizes the funeral, calls Mr Wheatley and gets in touch with his lawyer.

So what was the lesson from Alice?

All through the episode, Alice is completely absent. Beth returns to her childhood memories, but it’s only with the chess teacher in the orphanage’s basement, and he tells her she’s angry. He tells her her gift will come at a price.

I spoke about Dissociation in Episode 2, but Episode 4 isn’t about that. It’s about Denial, which is a stage in the process of grief.

The last scene from Episode 4, we see Beth in the airplane, drinking a Martini and pretending to toast Alma’s ghost. She is in Denial of Alma’s death. During the episode, she is also in Denial of her own status as an Orphan. Instead of owning her orphanhood, she denies it. After Borgov calls her an orphan in the elevator, she asks for Alma to be seated at the match. She wants to show Borgov she isn’t an orphan, that someone came to pick her up at the orphanage and adopt her. It’s true, Alma adopted her. But that doesn’t undo the past. That doesn’t mean that Alice didn’t run the car into a truck and kill herself. And told Beth to close her eyes.

Dissociation was useful to Beth; it helped her beat Beltik and cope with Mr Wheatley’s disapearance. But Denial pushes her to drink, makes her angry and more importantly : stands in the way of her winning against the Soviets.

In 1976, Bruno Bettelheim published The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales. In this book he analyzes fairy tales and their symbolic meanings. Towards the end, he explains that for young women, the last step before integrating their personalities and becoming succesful, balanced adults is to identify with their mothers. As long as Beth blocks out Alice, she can’t win.

It’s difficult for young women to identify with their mothers when they’re single moms. Single motherhood is the pentacle of failure, it is the worst status a woman can have, worst than being a spinster. So for a young woman raised by a single mother it can be incredibly difficult to integrate their personalites and become balanced adults, because they are stuck in the anger and shame and other negative emotions they harbour towards their mothers.

However difficult it may be, Beth has to find a way to identify with her mother, to see herself in her.

#feminism #the queen's gambit #single mom

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years

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lovely weather (for a sleigh ride together)

my secret santa present for @scoliatrash! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my dear!! I hope you enjoy all the fluffy, cheesy goodness!! Have an amazing day! <3

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“Remind me again–and this is in no way me saying that I don’t wanna go–but… why exactly are we doing this?”

Peter shifts slightly under MJ’s gaze from the passenger seat, the car suddenly feeling approximately a thousand degrees hotter. He chuckles, then clears his throat, his hands flexing against the still-cold steering wheel, hoping he doesn’t seem as nervous as he feels.

But keeping his eyes trained to the winding roads in front of them, drumming his thumbs at ten and two, he finally glances over.

“…Because.”

Yup.

Totally inconspicuous.

He’s never acted more naturally in his life.

Her expression falls as she fixes him with a deadpan stare.

A light laugh bubbles up out of him all on it’s own. “Because….” He repeats himself, voice trailing off, mentally scrambling to find anything that wasn’t the real reason for this two-and-a-half hour journey into the country. “I thought it would be fun!” He finally spits out, though he doesn’t relax just yet. From the corner of his eye, he can see MJ staring, sizing him up, calculating.

For some reason–gee, wonder what it could be–he feels compelled to just keep talking. “Plus! You said you’d never been on a sleigh ride before–like a real one, with jingles bells and everything–so, I thought, well, we absolutely had to fix that.”

Which wasn’t technically a lie. Peter thought a ride in a how-ever-many-horse open sleigh was something everyone had to experience at least once in their life. Sitting bundled up with loved ones in the back of the sleigh, the cold winter wind biting at your cheeks and nose, oh-so-festive ringing of the sleigh bells, the horses’ hooves in the snow–it was something you just couldn’t experience the same way without getting out of the city.

Ben and May had taken him once, a long time ago, when he was just a kid. They hadn’t done it again, being as even just an hour ride can cost more the Parker’s could afford, but it’s a memory that always brings a fuzzy warmth to his chest. It’s something that he’ll always treasure, something that he’ll always be grateful for.

But, sound as all that was, it wasn’t the real reason.

No, the real reason was currently in a tiny black velvet box nestled deep in his pocket.

MJ didn’t need to know that.

But it wasn’t as if his proposal was going to be a surprise by any means. For months, even years now, they’d talked about marriage. There was a whole timeline and everything. Year four into the relationship, they moved in together, and now it had been nearly a year and a half of that. Engagement, they’d decided, would come towards the end of undergrad. Then, there would be another two-ish years of wedding planning before the big event would actually take place.

Obviously, this wasn’t a strict timeline by any means; in fact, it acted as more of a guideline, something they could loosely follow. They’d already broken it once, moving in together six months after they’d originally planned to, so an engagement just before their last semester starts was still in the ballpark.

Now, MJ had expressed before that he didn’t have to propose at all, that she would be perfectly fine with just going out to buy a ring together, posting on instagram or something, and calling it good.

But, on the other hand she also knew that Peter would want to do something more… well, grand.

Which she was also perfectly fine with.

All that mattered to her was being engaged to Peter. Why, where, or how that happened? She couldn’t care less.

Even then, however, as much as she loved and sometimes tolerated Peter, there were still some rules.

But…

Peter was willing to chance it. More than willing. In fact, this was the type of proposal he knows for a fact that she’d be 100% okay with, even with the conditions.

One, MJ loves animals. All animals. Each and every one. There’s not a dog, cat, hamster, guinea pig, bird, lizard, or bug she didn’t like, or that didn’t like her.

“They’re better than people,” she’d once said, holding her grandmother’s wild-eyed tabby in her arms, the normally overly grumbly cat purring contentedly. She just had a way with the world’s furry, feathery, and scaly friends--something he’d seen all those years ago with the terrifying pigeons in Venice.

Two, and this was important, this would not technically be in public, or in front of her family, two of the only conditions MJ had set for this.

No crowds.

No getting down on one knee at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Or any major holiday for that matter.

Or her birthday.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

And it--this proposal, right here, today--was neither of those things. The only audience they’d have being the one driving the sleigh, a lovely old man (a one Mr. Matthews) that Peter briefly talked on the phone with about this whole thing. Sure the older fellow was excited about the prospect of a young love, a new engagement, but it was clear that this wasn’t really something he was going to lose his mind about.

“Hmm.” He hears her hum quietly as she angles her body forward, though she doesn’t seem to accept his answer, and rightly so.

It’s odd; he fully expects her to keep poking at him, to ask him why he’s being so weird or, “weirder than normal,” even though she probably has an inkling as to why he’s acting so strange.

And honestly, at this point, he’s almost 60% sure she knows exactly what’s going on.

Oh well.

But surprisingly, she doesn’t grill him for the rest of the drive. Instead, they sit in a comfortable (well, at least she’s comfortable) silence, just enjoying the beauty of the emerging country around them, thankful for the cleared roads as the snow falls peacefully outside.

Though, as beautiful as it is, that ring in his pocket is making him feel like his stomach is about to fall right out of his ass.

He almost–almost–relaxes when he sees the rustic wooden sign at the top of the hill, knowing that soon he’ll be able to get out of the car. But then, when they actually pull in and park, when they actually step out into the cold winter air again, that feeling comes right back. It annoyingly stays when they enter the main building to check in, when Mr. Matthews leads them to the stables and to the sleigh lead by two large brown horses

He almost doesn’t hear the driver telling them the mares’ names over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears.

“Meet Juniper and Peanut,” the old man says, warmth in his tone as he moves to adjust the sleigh bells on the collars.

“Oh my God, they’re so fuzzy…” MJ, in awe at the massive animals, mutters under her breath, close to Peter’s ear.

“Yeah…” Peter agrees, his voice breathy, as he scratches the back of his neck.

Without any prompt from either her boyfriend or their driver, Michelle walks up to the animals, hand carefully held out as she allows the two horses to smell her first.

“Now, Juni here is a bit more of a grump. Bit more aloof. But Peanut, she loves pets. And treats. More than anything.”

Michelle huffs out in slight amusement, nodding once in understanding, though not looking away from the two horses.

Juniper sniffs once before glancing away, her curiosity gone almost immediately and replaced with moderate disinterest, while Peanut revels in the attention, pushing her nose into MJ’s outstretched hand.

And again, Peter just about forgets why he’s so nervous, becoming too distracted by the soft smile on his girlfriend’s face, the way that expression breaks into a toothy grin when the other, more emotionally distant mare starts to gently nudge her arm for the same attention.

Though that brief moment of internal calm is shattered by Mr. Matthews ushering them into the back of the sleigh.

“You know, I’ve actually never been around horses before?” MJ asks as they climb into their seats, the driver reaching back to hand them a thick wool blanket for the ride.

“Really?” Peter asks, the knot in his stomach still ever present.

Mr. Matthews urges the horses onward and into the snow with a soft click and a flick of the reins.

MJ nods, scratching at her eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure my last experience with them was that cartoon horse movie Matt Damon was in, like, forever ago.”

Peter’s brows crinkle in slight confusion and faint recognition.

She answers her own unasked question before he can even open his mouth to speak. “Spirit.” She snaps her fingers “That’s the one.”

In spite of his nerves, he can’t help but laugh at that, though he can’t help but notice that slight chatter of her teeth when she speaks as they ride out into the farm.

“You cold?” He asks, maybe a little bit dumbly.

She shakes her head. “Nuh uh.” A shiver. “This weather is just lovely.”

He chuckles lightly, and wordlessly, he scoots closer to her, taking her hand in his and interlocking their gloved fingers together, his heart soaring at the comforting warmth that comes from just how grand it feels.

While it is the perfect weather for a two-horse sleigh, the winter chilled air nipping at his face, his cheeks, his nose, turning them a shade of red (one that he knows Michelle would probably tell him was “cute”)... it almost would have been too much for him.

But again, there was a reason they were here, and besides, with MJ...

He wasn’t gonna let this cold bother him.

He gets this uncontrollable, dumb grin on his face, and he snuggles closer to her.

“Lovely with you.”

To that, she fakes a gag, sniffling slightly as she tries to pull her hand away from his. “Ugh, gross.”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” he gives the empty promise, throwing her a sly wink before squeezing her hand.

A few beats of a peaceful quiet pass, the only sounds being the ringing of the bells and the crunch of snow. The snow falls around them in delicate, fluffy flakes, the stray ones being caught in his girlfriend’s curls.

She leans her head against his, and he can almost feel her soft smile as he leans right back.

“Is it okay if I sing a carol, or something?” Peter asks, the humor in his tone earning him a light smack on the arm.

MJ sits back up, her glare almost menacing, save for the twitch of a barely amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She opens her mouth to speak, but is suddenly overcome, her eyes screwing shut, with a powerful--

“ACHOO!”

Peter nearly jumps. “Bless you?”

“Thanks.” MJ clears her throat, sniffling again.

And it’s amazing that Peter hadn’t noticed in the nearly ten minutes they’d been in the sleigh; the whites of her eyes were almost entirely red, the bags under them slightly puffy. “You good?” He asks.

“Yeah!” MJ lies. “Yeah! I’m good. Just... some.... uh, sniffles. I guess.” She sneezes into the crook of her arm again. “Or, I don’t know, maybe it’s a minor allergic reaction to something. It’s fine.”

Peter wracked his brain for what that allergy could be; it wasn’t nuts, that he definitely knew, being one, that she didn’t have a history with that, and two, they hadn’t eaten anything of the sort. Dogs and cats were out of the question... so was... basically everything else... but...

The loud whinny of one of the mares cuts through his little internal monologue.

Ah ha!

“Are you allergic to horses?”

MJ’s lips quirk into a quick frown and she shrugs, sniffling again. “Maybe?”

“Can you be allergic to horses?”

“You can be allergic to anything.”

Very true.

And just like that, the guilt hits him like a train, seeing MJ suddenly looking so incredibly miserable and tired, sounding so congested, all because of his big, stupid, grand plan of proposing on what was supposed to be a romantic sleigh ride.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” MJ cuts in before he can even think so say anything.

He opens his mouth to speak, dumbfounded.

She continues. “It’s fine!” Sniffle. Sneeze. “It’s honestly fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment, offering a silent, conceding nod.

His brow furrows in thought as he bites at the inside of his lip; he can’t in good conscience keep her out here just so he can carry out this little fairytale proposal he’d had thought out for so many months. It wouldn’t be right. She didn’t need him asking her to spend the rest of her life with him; she needed to go home, take some benadryl, maybe have some herbal tea, and get in bed.

Another day, perhaps.

“Do you wanna go back?” He finally asks, defeated.

She starts to shake her head before he even finishes that question, clearing her scratchy, barb-wire throat. “No! This was what…. 200 dollars? We’re not going back just because I can’t handle a little horse dander.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She grabs his hand again, pulling him back to her. “Now, calm down, Mother Hen, I’ll be okay.”

It takes some major coaxing on MJ’s part, but Peter does eventually come around, his worried, fleeing glances finally stopping after a few more minutes of dashing through the snow. For a moment, he thinks that maybe the plan, the entire day, hasn’t been ruined at all. Maybe this could all still work.

It’s all so enchanting, and they both seem to forget about the funny little allergies that came out of nowhere. They brace themselves as the sleigh nears the top of a small hill, and Mr. Matthews throws a playful warning over his shoulder. The couple laughs again, holding each other tight as the horses pick up speed on the way down, the wind whistling right past them, snowflakes covering their faces. The shimmering snow around them is nearly blinding, a stark contrast to the deep green of the surrounding trees.

Peter hears Mr. Matthews’ “Giddy-up!” followed by Michelle’s joyful, exhilarated holler as they descend another small slope; his heart nearly bursts at the wide, uninhibited smile plastered on her face.

When they come upon a clearing, and the horses slow to a gentle walk, Peter knows, right then and there, that it’s time. That this is right. Allergies be damned.

Oh, good God.

“MJ,” he says without even giving it another thought, immediately turning to face her, his expression serious.

He swallows as she waits for him to speak, eyes slightly wide. “What’s up?”

This was a lot easier said than done…

Clearing his throat, he briefly looks down at their joined hands. “MJ,” he says again.

“Yes?” Her head tilts a fraction as she glances from side to side, growing more and more confused by his strange behavior by the second.

“I--” He sighs, finally keeping his gaze on hers, willing himself to just keep going.

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t as if she would actually say, “no.” Again, this was something they’d talked about for months and months. This was something they both knew that the other wanted.

He knew how she felt about him, and vice versa.

So what was he so damn scared of? What was it that was making him feel like that terrified, hormonal teenage kid all over again?

When he looks up at her, though, and his eyes meet her red puffy ones, and he sees the way she’s looking at him (albeit, she’s still a little confused, but it’s a loving confused), he finds that maybe it’s not so scary.

“MJ, I--I love you. A lot.”

She snorts. “And I love you. A lot.”

Her eyes widen as he gets down from his seat and on one knee, something that doesn’t seem to comfortable in the back of the sleigh.

His gaze never leaves hers as he continues. “You’re my best friend in the whole world, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. And--”

He’s cut off with another big sneeze.

“Sorry! Sorry!” She hastily says, waving him on to continue.

Peter chuckles. “It’s fine. I know this kind of thing didn’t really matter to you--how it happens or when or whatever… Like we could have just done this in our kitchen and we’d be happy but--” He laughs at himself, shaking his head. “But you, uh, kinda gave me free rein on this so--”

One of his hands goes to his pocket, smile never leaving his face as he grabs…

Nothing.

Nothing in the right pocket.

Instantly, his brows pinch together in confusion, lips twisting into a frown as he feels around the pocket again.

MJ seems to have been holding her breath this whole time, staring down at him with a quizzical quirk of her brow.

Peter looks up at her, smiling sheepishly with a nervous chuckle. “Uh, hold on.”

He checks the left pocket.

Nothing.

That little velvet box, the one with the very expensive engagement ring, had somehow fallen out of his coat.

It was there earlier! He was sure of it! He held it in the car just before they’d left! Where could it have gone?

“Everything good?” He hears MJ’s voice cut through his panicked, scrambling mind.

“Uh… No, not really.” His voice might be a little too calm, or at least trying to be. “I was, uh, going to propose... But… I think I lost the ring?”

MJ only nods, lips pressed together in a thin line, though she doesn’t seem upset or disappointed.

“I had it… in my pocket. In the car! And when we got in the sleigh, I’m… I’m sure of it. Oh, God…” He moves to sit next to her, burying his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry, MJ. I had this whole plan… and the ring… it was so pretty and cool… and I was gonna propose--”

“Let’s find it then,” MJ suggests calmly, putting an arm around him.

“I’m so sorry, Em…”

“Don’t be sorry,” she sniffs. “It’s okay. We’ll find it!”

Peter wants to believe her, he really does, but he can’t help but feel like losing this ring was just a sign that his original plan was, well, the wrong one.

He knows in the end that it doesn’t matter how they get engaged, that they don’t need a ring or a pretty proposal.

But he can’t help, even knowing that his damn Parker luck might have reared it’s stupid head again, but feel that surprising defeat slam him right in the chest at something failing so spectacularly. That something could have gone so incredibly wrong.

“Okay,” he mutters under his breath, leaning into her comforting touch.

Mr. Matthews was an absolute saint, taking an alternate route back to the farm, ending the ride early so that they could look for the ring. He had his farm hands and employees practically turn the property inside out, looking through the fields, the barn, the very trail they were on.

But they were all coming up empty.

No one could have stolen it; Peter may have been a dumbass, but he would have known if he had been pickpocketed.

Soon, early in the evening, the sun begins to fall, the sky darkening, forcing the diligent search to end.

Honestly, though, of all the ways this could have possibly gone wrong, having to comb an entire 200 acre farm for a small rock on a piece of white gold was not something he’d drawn up in his millions of disaster scenarios.

Peter waits in the car as Michelle continues talking to Mr. Matthews and the other workers. He can’t help but bang his head against the steering wheel, sighing to himself, muttering what an absolute idiot he was.

And his hand are absolutely freezing from digging through all the snow.

He’s not sure he’s ever felt more dumb.

Scratch that.

After he see that flash of velvet under his car seat, after he reaches down and finds that damn box with the ring safe inside under his car seat--

Then he’s never felt more dumb.

Oh no.

It had fallen out of his pocket.

In the car.

Under his car seat.

He stays in stunned silence as MJ gets back in the car, waving at the kind farmers before shutting her door.

She immediately feels his tension, noticing his silence. “What?”

He wordlessly holds the box out to her before going back to his head on the steering wheel, only just resting it this time.

“Oh…” Is her only response as she takes the box from him, opening it slowly. Her breath catches in her throat at the ring before her; instead of a crisp, white diamond, it looks like a smoky white sapphire, the gray color shining prettily in the moonlight.

He still doesn’t speak though, his defeat too strong.

“You found it!” She offers, though he gives nothing but a quiet “yep,” in response.

“In the car?”

He nods.

A beat passes.

“You want me to go tell them you found it in those trees over there?”

Finally, that earns her the minuscule quirk of a smile. He nods again, not moving from the steering wheel.

She leaves without another question, ring box in hand, only to return moments later, Peter paying no attention to the blast of cold coming into the car as she gets back in.

He honestly, truly, cannot believe that this happened.

And now, he’s just embarrassed.

A heavy silence falls over the car once again, and Peter has to wrestle with the urge to just smack himself on the head. He wants to go home, but can’t find it in himself to even start the damn car.

“Hey.”

He hears her voice, encouraging him to look up at her. He does, finding her holding the open ring box out to him, a slight tilt to her head, her lips pulled back in a warm, playful smirk. She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes with her free hand, before looking at him again.

He’s almost confused, about to ask what she’s doing, but she doesn’t give him the chance.

“Marry me?” She asks, holding the ring out further to him.

Truly, it’s a wonder to him how MJ can make him smile, make him laugh, make him happy, no matter how stressed or upset he is.

“Of course.”

She offers him the box, and he takes it with another chuckle, taking the ring from inside and placing it gently on her finger.

“Oh wait,” She pulls her hand back, snorting awkwardly. “I was supposed to put it on yours right?”

And the grin that stretches across his face is uncontrollable as he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself.

He really does love her.

So damn much.

With that, a ring on her finger and his spirits brightened once again, as the snow falls gently on the windows, the soft gusts of wind quietly howling outside the car, he pulls her into a warm, loving kiss.

Lovely weather, indeed.

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🔪Midnight Desire🔪

Midnight Desire, part one

Summery: A group of seniors simple night of drinking and partying at their local grocery store. Turns for the worst when they realize they are lock in with something far more dangerous then they ever imagine

Declaimer: Midnight Desire has a few curse words and hints at some abuse. This is my very first story I am posting onto tumblr so please be kind give it a glance. Also my sweet lovers I do have dyslexia so for me to jump the head 1st and do this is a big deal for grammar might be a bit off. I promise you a good ride from beginning to end. So buckle up and enjoy the ride. - xoxo Charmed- Asylum

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Fire alarm sound police sirens heard off in the distance. The noise of such importance however is muffed from the sound of a soft cry, crying for help . Nothing can break this cry , it plead can break glass hurt even the biggest monsters. Where is this cry comes from this dark cool winter night. As the cry becomes loud so loud that it more a scream a bloody hand comes out of a chained cellar door.

24 Hours Earlier

Beep beep. A hand lounges out the bed and press the snooze button, old Hello Kitty stickers cover, alarm clock. Slowly getting up. A young girl around 16 with golden brown beginning of October soft skin with matching midnight sky eyes and short curly golden honey brown hair that came up to her chin.While she could ever tell from looking into a mirror her beauty would make anyone want to stop and give a second glance. A few minutes she mumble into the pillow. As the time slowly past she finally decide to get up. Her eyes were closed as she slumped forward still in deep sleep went across the hall to the bathroom. Another girl tall with fair skin long store bought blonde hair about 18 came from behind and rushes into the bathroom before other girl can realize what was happening. Slammed the door in her face. Upset. The girl starts knocking on the door full of rage.

" Cora come on. I got up first. Let me in! You take forever" she said banging at the door with all her might .

An older man in his late 40s advantage build with ash brown hair came from behind and quietly watch the young girl in her old Queens T shirt attacking the door like a punching bag. A smirk appears . Music start blasting from inside the bathroom.

" Good morning, sweetie. Don’t worry just come use our bathroom. Mom done and I just need to finish getting dressed Jolie" the man says smiling at her with his hand gently place on upper backside. Looking back at the door pissed she kicks the door one last time as hard as she could and follows him to the other bathroom. As she closed the door to get ready she sees him sitting on the bed in a still daze just looking at her with a jester grind. She glanced back at herself she never felt pretty even though her mom told her time and again she was. She had freckles across face that was a bit closer to her long lashes that blink across she never worn makeup so her face remain bare. She always wishes she had more of Cora beauty the ones some girls are born with ones that everyone has a picture of ones that they use to paint a picture or create another barbie after. Her hair drop in front of her face. Ripped jeans that sits slightly below her waist that went with Velvet Underground t shirt that drop over her mom old denim jacket. Satisfied with what she was wearing she decided it was best to face the music and start her day. She peak around before walking out ready to get another day over with.

" Jolie how was your sleep last night" her mom asked. She was a bit younger than the man with a face that belongs in a museum by itself. With tired eyes she came over and kiss Jolie on the forehead. Smiling at her. Jolie says nothing and grab a piece of bacon and sit down on a wooden stool by the kitchen.

The older girl skips down the stairs, pushing into Jolie causing her to spill her orange juice. Jolie looks up at the girl then starts to pick up the broken glass. The man comes from behind her holds her back gently for a minute before helping with broken glass. Looking up with eyes that burn with a blue fire.

" Cora it's been almost a year. You need to stop acting like a fucking baby. Be nice to Jolie she your baby sister " he says firmly.

Cora rolls her eyes and smirks at him. " Not my fault the loser. Does not pay attention to me or her surrounds. It’s stepsister by the way we are not related" Cora said while taking a bite out of an apple. Jolie gets up and throw the rest of broken glass in the trash. " Thanks. But it's fine. Mom how are you this morning. Take your pills" Jolie said pretending Cora said nothing.

A gentle kiddish like laugh left her mom small plump lips as played with her curls between her white manicure nails. Kissing her cheek as she walked passed her. " I'm fine. Jojo Stop worrying about me. I’m the sick one not you. You need to be like your sister and start….. You not always guaranteed a tomorrow, Jolie Wellstone" she stops and looks at Cora putting makeup on. " You need to socialize not staying here. Maybe you should do something with Cora" she says looking at Jolie as she drinking a cup of hot green tea.

Jo glance at Cora as she finished her face. Thinking of other things she wants to do then do that. So far her list has living the zombie apocalypse and eating vegan food.

A car outside honk, BEEP. Not missing a beat ,Cora excited to end this charade bounces up and rushes for the door. Jo watched Cora from the window to get a better look outside to the red convertible. A guy that looks like he came out every cliche John Hughes movie was driving while another guy was in the back smoking weed. Cora hops in the front and the guy grabs at her perfect 40C boobs and starting to make out with her before driving off. God I hate it here Looking back at the stock photo picture perfect couple she slug back into the chair and plays with her tea bag with her spoon. The man watches her as she slipped into her own thoughts then looks at mom concern.

" Richard being so good to us. I know you understand but. ...Eventually he and Cora will be your family, Jojo. She like us not used to this. You just need to find something" mom says holding Richard hand tight. She hated when her mom use her name worst when she used her nickname. Jo looks at him then looks away back at her cup.

" I try on the behalf of the both of us, mom. It's been some really good months here. Don't want you ups..." a bus horn beeps. Saved by the bell she thought to herself.

Grabbing her bag and lunch she kiss both of them on the forehead and goes out to start her day. She was glad to leave she hated lying to her. But knowing mom she knows she already knows she always know Jo thought to herself.

The bus is basically a collection of the body snatchers. It was an oddball of folks. The bus crew. Jolie was nothing like Cora at less not here. She was lonely and no one could give two cents who, Jolie Wellstone was. Best way she found herself making sense of this feeling was like her birthday, it is a month that millions others she share with but don't know. Weird way of thinking yes. But that's how she was brought up how her mom and dad taught her to be like. Only other group she talks was groups she put with because of class. This week Ivy, Kyle, Robinson.

School for Jolie was different since she moved . She use to jump early before the alarm go talk to her many friends give everyone a smile and high five in the hallways. She wasn't alone but ever since Richard came into her and her moms life it all she knew now. She use to be more than just a piece of space moving from classroom to classroom. Now and days Jo basically rush to class answer the questions the teacher asks right in her head. Only once she got it wrong 5th grade health class,the human brain can read up to 1,000 words per minute .

Lunch use to be full with laughter as she made her friends spill their milk and juice out there noise or she talk up anyone with a smile to sign her newest protest of the week. Now lunch was a time she spent by herself in the bathroom or on brave days outside by the basketball courts. She like it there because eight of ten times she would see Garrett . Nothing more then her high school crush. He had a surfer tan that was just perfect even though it was never above 60 degrees 6’5 tall glass of yummy with matching gorgeous summer sky blue eyes and a voice that all alone made you explode. You all had one why not to him she always says as she goes through his iBook page . Checking like it was a daily ritual. Still single. Thank you baby Jesus yes.

They had four classes together including lunch. He was older but same age as Cora,18. Four had became her magic number so far. 4. Four on the amount of times they talk or was close. First day bump into him , put on his team in gym, ask for a pen, and passing English Lit chapter 7 test to him. While Jo was a sophomore she had all senior classes. Something she hated until she saw Garrett for the first time.

Jo was a loner and sadly he was too. However, for him it was by choice. He was better at hiding it but she knew even though they never really talk outside of those four times in her months of being stuck in this hellhole. Her Winston to her Holmes. Her moon to her stars. That magic number would be something of the past after today. Today was different. It was the second to last class study hall in the library, also with Garrett and one of her favorite class. What can ever be better than reading books, doing homework, and looking at Garrett as he had his feet kicked up on the table smoking a cigarette playing with his lighter and no care.

Jo was simply looking at the black and white checkered floor walking to class when she saw Fred, Mr. John Hughes and Farrah making out, Cora’s bestie and boyfriend. She knew she should've left but she couldn't help herself but get a quick look and see. Creeping in the shadows like a ninja. Part of her wanted to watch see what was happening out of concern. She might of had a very strong dislike of Cora , still cared. Wasn’t that she hated her just there were a lot of things she would hope happen before she admit it. Going down the list like starve to death or god forbid not be able to see her mom, or Garrett again. The root to all her evils. Caring about others before herself. The bell rings. Being late or being caught. Very hard decision Jo turns around and bumps right into Fred . Caught red hand.

She grabbed her things tried to make a break for it. Fred being Mr. I’m a meathead and press 450 easy was able to stop her in no time.

" Macy right your Cora new step sister" he says holding onto Jo bag strap. Looking at up into his storm gray eyes Jo nods.

" It's kinda not Macy though but that's fine " Jo says trying not to stress sweat. She never spoke to him she got a few looks from his when he would pick or drop Cora off. Or when he came by one of the first days she and her mom move here and Richard had a little barbecue for them. He does not say a word just brings himself close to her still holding onto her bag.His eyes could turn her to stone that how intense it felt What was going on between the two was nothing close to any good tension but more like they were about to have a staring contest. He looks her once over and smile.

" I actually was worried seeing you watching me until I realize who you are, Macy. Did it turn you on watching me.Like the little holy mary virgin you are ” he stops and twist her curl that dropped down into her face with his finger “That was her doing . I stop it as soon as it started to happen. So no word right " he says in a very very serious but creepy tone his finger still twisting her curl.

Feeling her ten seconds was up Jo nod and bolted to class without a word. Busting right into Garrett strong define chest, he held tight to her small figure a bit tight as she almost fell. He glanced back to where she came from then back down at her. That one touch almost sent her sent her places she only went to when she was alone in her room or in her dreams. She bit corner of her bottom left side of her lip as she mouth sorry and ran off embarrassed.

After that touch by heaven moment Jo spent the rest of her day hiding from the world. She even decided to walk the 12 minutes walk home in hops she would not bump into Fred or Garrett. Today word be bad luck Jo Jo she said to herself as she continued her walk home. The name her dad use to call her. Everyone can call her Jolie even Jo but no one but him use to call her Jo Jo that was his and his alone.

Her Mom came home from work 5 ish beat. Just in time for their alone time, watching the news and Family Feud for an hour or so. Then by 7 she would play house wife for Richard. Something she never did before.

" It's Friday .Do you have any plans? Me and Ricky are going to the doctors then a party. Fun uh. What abo-..." her convention was interrupted by the Cora and Richard arguing in the next room.

Which for some reason still gets her startled but for Jo it was the new normal. She and her mom never was as vocal as they was but after the fifth scream match it shock value lesson . Cora lungs her bag on the floor and stomps up stairs. Richard loosens his tie and un bottom a few bottoms from his shirt walk into the living room, where Jo and mom was at. Watching the real Family Feud in front of them. Kissing both of them on the forehead. He pushes his way between Jo and her mom putting one arm tight around Jo shoulder. And like a switch of the light her mom got up to mostly likely continue her housewife duties. Jo never understand why she did it. She never did that before but she was young. She could not remember how much time past when Richard stop talking to her and they got up to do something.

She had to get away from him as far as she could. Walking pass Cora’s bedroom door. She peeks in like the weirdo she is to see if Cora was hot gluing her face on. Covering the evil witch that she was. Why a witch easy because she can make everyone foul that she actually nice. Nope. Just on the phone talking. As she started to walk pass. She stops and turns around back into the lion dean.

"Cora we need to talk" she said blunty. Why What uh. The simple thoughts started flashing in her mind. Cora chewing on gum rolls her eyes and continue to talk on the phone as if Jolie said nothing. Same thing she did earlier.

" I lost my dad just like you lost your mom and brother only difference is you still have time with your dad. I lost mine young and found out I'm losing my mom all” Jo stops and looks away hiding her tears" I found out the same time….. You stay here. I left my life. I'm going to be stuck here. You got lucky always lucky. You leave in a few months. Everyday I'm alone. Because at the end of the day. I got the dang short stick. Never nothing I want. You might hate me well I do sometimes too. But I still care about you and... Richard, always will. Just like my mom does. Can you at least fake it. Then when she gone you can go back to whatever this is" Jo stops. She hated talking about any of this. Her father, mom, the future, her path. But she was tired of it. Sick. Jolie decides not to wait for Cora response. Not this time. Later maybe but not now. Also she had to pee.

Dinner was as normal as abnormal it always was. Eating her corn, " So dad. Can I get a 50 I’m going out with the squad to" Cora starts to say to Richard.

Richard devouring his stake looks at her then at mom. " No way. It's dinner time. Family time. Your n" he starts to say cutting Cora off. Mom feeling and seeing the same overdone clip cuts in.

" Honey..... so Cora what are you plans with your gang " she says trying to sound hip. Jo looks at her and smiles at herself. There it goes. There where I got all my social traits from. Richard was of course was talking to himself attack the stake. Which from the look of it the plate was really the loser. Poor plate.

Cora mad looks at Jo. " Daddy. Me and lo- Jolie talk. She new and being such a nice person I am I bringing her to the homecoming game then to the movies afterwards. Starting a new leaf. Which is why I need the money daddo. Also we will be back by 2 ish" Cora says looking at Jo. Smart move using the socially awkward girl to get what you want Jo thought to herself as she looked down at her food.

Mom excited smiles. "Really oh my shit balls. I’m so gosh darn happy. See Jolie. Of course. Your dad be glad to. Ricky. It gives us some alone time,after the party. HUH . Give Jo some money. And Jo remember the rules. And 1 am Cora. No more than that not even a second" mom says getting up grabbing her plate. What about board game night we was gonna play Trouble she thought to myself watching her mom getting all the dirty plates. Richard smile and waits till mom leaves.

" Cora, don't do ANYTHING to hurt her. Only reason you're going is her" he says gulping rest of his Budweiser. Cora smirks at his threat and rolls her eyes and looks at Jo.

"They are like so gonna be here soon. REMEMBER so hurry up....and don't forget the cash" Cora says with a plastic Barbie smile and storms off. Jo slowly looks at Richard still gulping down rest of his Budweiser. As she starts to leave Richard grab tight to Jo tiny wrist. " Have fun. Baby . This night ...will be one you will never forget. Here. Take the money. Tell the coach I said hi" he says to Jo with a smooth demeanor one he did not have seconds ago . Numb by the feeling. Jo simply smiles and leave.

She fumbles up to grab her things. Nothing much: her keys or janitor as she calls it, her wallet, lighter for Cora because she always losing hers and asking. A few books no less than three. Two normal and a color book. Pens and markers. Gum. Tissues. And charger. All stuff with way to much more crap in her old backpack cover in bumper stickers and buttons.

Mom was down stairs taking pictures like it was a senior prom. Memory She always said before she would go over overboard with it. Ok not this time but for the most of the time. She goes over over board. Cora was enjoying every second of it. Posing and laughing like she was going to be cover of Seventeen .

" Come down Jolie two pictures that's all then you can go " mom says. Jo stand by Cora and waited. click click. And one selfie of all three on mom's phone. Simple kiss on the check and wait let me email this to you Jolie second. Mom hold her close. “Thanks Jolie. We both need this. Love You sweetie” she said then wave goodbye. Jo hold her tight and whisper I love you before leaving.

Cora was more than excited minus Jo was coming. In the car were the same three people as this morning . Jo walks slowly behind her nervous praying to baby Jesus. There was no one drunk and or cops would pull them over because of drunken foul . Newspaper reads poor loser dies when mom force her to socialize with others

" Hey dumb shit let's go" Cora says sitting in the passenger seat. Jo looks back and wave goodbye once more. “ You won't believe how I got out. This space cake actually help me. And got cash. Was able to even score more than what I ask. Gonna have to bring my little pet often" Cora says laughing putting more of blood red lipstick on. A boy with a bad case of twitch looks at Jo like a glass of water in the desert.

" So you visiting or something"he says looking at Jo.

" No actually I been living her with Cora for months now. Hi name Jolie but you can call me Jo ” Jo says trying not to give off the you smell like yucky weed face. He smiles and look at the girl sitting next to him, Farrah aka bestie who made out with you know who. She had black hair blue eyes look as perfect as Cora did. Cora gets up from her seat and turn around. " Does anyone have like cigs or liquor on them. Babysitting lil dumbo here. Forgot to grab out daddy stash" Cora said.

Jo look at everyone as no one offer her anything. " I got pop and some matches" says like a silly head. The boy deadpans her then starts to bust out laughing. Pointing at her crying like he was Banzai from the Lion King .

" I....I....I..Oh I like her. What is she like 2 and retarded. Pop and....and matches" he says giggling to himself. Fred turns around and curse at himself. " How we gonna have fun at a game with no fucking stuff" he says. Cora looks and whispers to him.Fred looks out to the road and makes a sharp turns around.

After a few minutes pass. They pull up to an old grocery market in the center of the town. It late, deserted. Snow was falling gently like the beginning of a Christmas movie. Something that caught Jo eye so she did not realize it at first what was happening. Fred exchanges some looks at everyone and grab a flashlight got out and started to walk towards the store. Follow by Farrah and Lex, the boy that was differently high. Cora was left behind checking herself once again. Jo rocking back and forth.

" Cora Cora we made a wrong turn. We are not by the school anymore. What are we doing here. Mom and Richard are going to be worried. What happens if they stop by and we are not there…. Lord cheese crackers. That's it I’m texting her" Jo says stumbling around her bag freaking out. Cora making a fish look glancing in the mirror to see Jo still looking for her phone.

" So you want to look and act like a baby. Baby. Well congrats you are top of that list. Hey stop. We already heard the game gonna suck. Like we are gonna win and blah blah. Same thing every year. We already made new plans before we left. So either you suck it up and come in or stay out here in the cold till we come back"she says getting up and leaving Jo speechless.

Jo watched as Cora catwalk in the store in the freezing cold in her high heels and small pink Michcal Kors jacket . Her phone in her hand she starts to text her mom. She stops mid way texting her mom to see the pictures from earlier her mom sent her. A long struggle Cora put her though. I’m not a baby. Just ... Okay I'm a baby. One that does not mind being the helper and loner. I bet Garrett would thinks that be fine. If he knew me. They playing a joke I just wait out here. I show who a baby Jo whisper to herself looking out to the empty roads. Laying down in the back Jo looks up at the stars. Passing time till they come back out. It was quite. Only thing you could hear was the sound of the lights. Light of the street lights, neon or store lights. Then the cold breeze. Cold very cold breeze. She slowly gets up after a while when she realize she was all alone.

Looking around again. She stops. Fudge It she pouts to herself. Start to walk inside. See what was taking so long. The front of the store was locked . Chains and chains oh wait some more locked chains. Jo tried to look through but she could only see the outline of what looks to be a person. Jo following to the back to see a door with a rock keeping it open.

It looked like it was one of those vintage out a magazine stores. She came with her mom a few times but her mom prefer the one town over more populated and better selections. Following the noise she heard laughter and arguments. Walking closer she sees a figure talking to Fred. Cora lending across closer to Fred but in a mid distance as she was waiting for her call. Farrah and Lex was smoking giggling at each other stupidity. Lex of course was the first to realize they weren't alone anymore. He strung his head to Fred and then he stop giggling.

Screaming from afar it sound like mumbling. Lex closer smiles and says" Cops outside. Girlie" he says chuckling at Jo. Shaking her head no she looks around then back at him .

" Uh....No. Just. No" Jo says.

Fred strugs. " So you finally decided to come in we were betting. I guess we are technically all wrong. Cora and I said never, Lex said ten minutes, Farrah had no faith in you and said a second" Fred stops and laugh. Looking at his watch " 1 hour and 49 minutes. What were you doing ? It's freaking cold as ice breaks out there " Fred says with a devilish grin.

The figure behind them upset throw it hands up rushes off between the allies.

" What is going on is this a joke" Jo says looking at Cora. Cora rolls her eyes " We are seniors in a boring ass hick town. We wanted to do something legendary so why not sneak into the town old ass market and party to dawn. Think of it as a senior prank. Look we did a nice thing. You are our like well witness. The person that gets to spread it around and be the undergrad that was apart of history"Cora says proud of herself.

Jo shock not only by the coldness of emotions but the fact she was even numb by the blow. " I'm not getting in trouble. Why should I....anyway we can get caught. Trouble. I can't do trouble. I am not built for that . NO WAY JOSE I'm out where the nearest bus towards home or taxi" Jo says starting to go back outside looking at my phone for service.

They tried to stop her reason with her best a couple of drunk and high teenagers could do. Fred piss came from behind her grabs her collar of her shirt and pull her back. Jo clumsy stumbles back bumping her head against a rack stack of photo chips .

An Hour Later

Jo woke up still a bit dizzy from the fall ice on her forehead laying on a stack of old Sunday newspaper. She holds the ice closer to the back of her head looks up. Fred was talking to Cora. Cora looks royalty piss like worse then the time Jo accidentally slipped paint on her expense Gucci shoes and Richard had to hold Cora back from killing Jo. Fred look back to see Jo walks to her with Lex.

" Look. Kitten. You would mess up things. We are not doing anything wrong. Party till game ends clean up then leave. No ones out there everything close. So stay here like a good baby . And be grateful we are nice to a loser like you. You got it" he says with a mean tone pointing into her chest. Jo looks at him then glance at everyone else. Nothing. Empty. Still no figure. Jo shakes her head yes. Still feeling the pain with each nod. What could she do say. She was not tough brave. She was a baby.

Cora walk back with the figure. It walked passed everyone till it got to Jo. She could not tell it close arm distance to see who it was. Garrett. Shock and piss. And if Jo was not so dizzy from the hit him coming this close to her would have made pass out from all the excitement in going on in her body. " I can't lose this job. You got till midnight. Then we are FUCKING though. Go get drunk in the parking lot all I care" he says looking back at the group pissed. He stops and glance at Jo. His eyes shift from pissed to concern. Jo shock starts to open her mouth to say something but before anything he leaves once again.

Fred rolls his eyes and brush it off as what's ever. Drunk now he grabs Cora and start to dance with her to Lex mp3 player . They spend some more time drinking and smoking around the store. Jo sat still on the floor, glancing to the back a few times to see if he comes back. After a while she was pulled back into reality and force to dance with Farrah. Who was as slutty as a video vixen. As time passed they either left to explore or grab some munchies aka find somewhere to make out . Jo decided to make the best of things and found a quiet spot closer to the vents with a cool breeze. Reading one of her books in her zone her space. She stops mid paragraph mid word death . There was something cutting her breeze.

" You mine I chill here with you. Everyone hooking up and I'm not in the mood to smoke. Been trying to quite a few months ago the huh the smoking" a voice says. Jo shakes her head no looking at the page. Pain was not as intense but annoying . She looks up to see Garrett standing there. He looks down at you with his drop dead smile and glitter blue eyes piercing back at you. Garrett sits down and looks at the book Jo was reading, " Good book. So much irony. Jo is that your real name" he says still holding the book in his big marvel hands. Jo shakes her head no. Surprise not only he knew her name but it being his first question " Jolie. Its huh Jolie. Most people call me Jo. Before you ask kinda. My dad used to call me Jo Jo. Why" she says trying to default all her butterflies away.

Garrett smiles a bit bigger. He looked away for a second then back to her. She was mesmerized at his face eye darted to his pink lips. GOD THOSE KISS READY LIPS. " Jolie. That's pretty beautiful . Fits you more then Jo. Mind I call you that Jolie not Jo. I seen you around. I think we got classes together. How your head" he says looking up at her head. Jo slowly touches it wincing at the pain.

" Gym, English lit, and something else" he stops he was closer to her and takes her bag while she wasn't paying attention. Smiling with such charm he starts going though. " Running away huh. That never helps anything, Jolie" he says playfully. Jo smiles iffy about the name but he sure changing that" I’m not runway no more. Or at least NOT now. That's to help me remember a reason to stay. Can't believe even you " she says scratching back of her ear. She stops and look at him. Garrett smiles and goes through her bag not fully pay attention.

" Well I’m happy. You would have kept me alone with these drunk horny retards. Dang. Jolie got a lot of stuff. Cool stuff. Wait why the keys and fake tattoos. No nope these must have a story" he says looking through the fake tattoos. Jo smiles. " Dad said more keys you have the more opportunities you have. Now I’m pushing endless. A lot of them it's like endless stories.Ideas” Jo says trying not to blush.

He scoop a bit closer still looking through her things. His dirty blonde hair was the perfect blend of messy with a purpose. Match with a scent that always drove her crazy it was a mixture of lumber wood and sex appeal. She has been close to him but mostly back of his head in class or behind him in gym class. Never out of class never him coming to her. Was it that he was bored and she seems easy. Or was he really put on babysitting duties. She wasn't sure she really wasn't. But for a quick second before it clicks into reality she just decided to enjoy it. Garrett look up to speak, interrupting Jo inner thoughts.

" Don't see any pictures of your boyfriend how come. Or girl-" Jo interrupts him " Boyfriend. BOYS. MEN. I mean I'm single" she says looking at him as he took out a pop and a bag of chips. He glances at her for her approval. Nodding. " My turn. More of a statement. You don't have to baby me. Or whatever they have you doing. And I'm not that type. That take you against some canned food or on the cold ass floor. I'm sure you can understand" Jo said looking at him. He freezes with sour cream and onion flavor chips in his hand and stuff in his mouth. Chewing slowly he just look at her confused . Clearing her throat. " I mean. What about you any special girl in your life" she says cursing at herself for saying something.

He smiles at her with that million dollars just won the lottery smile. " No. But I do have my eye on a girl to be honest. But it complicated. And I sorry. I can imagine what it looks like. Me here. You. But reality is I just feel your more my speed" he stop and look at a have no clue Jo" Sober. Good vibes. Cool" he says drinking some of the pop. She wanted to smile so bad blush even. Text her mom the cool news. Her mom knew from there little talks she had a crush on Garrett. But instead she just said nothing. "So this girl. Why not tell her. What she some cheerleader or something" Jo says trying to hide the bit of jealous for this girl. Garrett struggles and blushed a bit. " No. She actually new here. And she no cheerleader. She way way more fucking prettier them those dust bag. Smarter too. She also a bit younger not much . Not sure she likes a guy like me" he says looking down at the bag of chips.

Jo hated this girl already no name or face but she hated her more than anything. "Hey uh Garrett. As a girl who shares class with you. This girl she be stupid no borderline retarded beyond repair if she doesn't like you... Hey want do something fun out of my bag" she said to him trying to change the subject before she confessed her undying love for him in the middle of a grocery store. He glances up after a long thought. And says yes. They talk a lot more. What they thought of class today. Taste and music. List was endless. She for once did not feel alone or afraid or even flushed by being by this close to Garrett. Instead she felt normal like the girl she used to be before moving here.

Garrett looking at his cool new panda bear with roses and bar wire, " It must be hard. Coming here. Not really belonging anywhere both at school and home. If it makes you feel better it's the same with me, Jolie. I kinda want to confess something" he starts to say. The alarm on his phone went off. Damn he whispered to himself. He looks at Jo sipping on some water listening to his music, Foo Fighters. " Have to do rounds. Want to come with. Also with what Fred did kinda don't want to leave you behind, Jolie" he whispered into her ear. Nodding at the delight of continuing this affairs or the omfg this isn't happening tour. They walked side by side down each row. Jo looking up at him as he talked about the job, his family or the many stories he smile and laugh as he told her.

" Hey tour guide. Do you know if we get a bathroom break. The water getting to me" she said trying to hold her pee. Garrett smiles down at her as she did her pee pee dance. " Sure but I might have to meet stay outside" he says.

He stop by these old metal swinging doors. She looked back and sneak in. Garrett stood watch with his flashlight. The hallway was dark and musty. A few old lights winging from the ceiling. The bathroom was in worse condition. Dirty. Smelly. Something even the best horror novelist couldn't even make up. She lends over and tries to go. The old metal door starts to open. Creek creek. Jo gets up a little to see what it was. Nothing but a shadow. Unsure what to think she turns around for some toilet paper. Footsteps now . Heavy as a meter. Stomping towards her. She froze her hand press on each side of the stall . The footsteps stop in front of her. Jo mouth open a little to slow her breathing. She couldn’t tell whatever it was.She tried to listen to see if someone else was here. Jo slowly put her feet up close to her and lends towards her legs to her chest. A sharp sounds goes across the door. Jo shivering trying not to scream. Froze. Keep it together just a joke she thought. She tilts her head to the side to peak. It was gone. What or who ever wasn't there. She waited a little to make sure it was gone. She opens the door to peak. Nothing. She gulp and rush out as fast she can. Not even a hair or turtle could catch up to her. As the doors swing open. She landed right in Garrett strong arms for the second time and one day . She held him tight her head dodged into his chest. Only thing that stops her for crying was the warm touch he gave as he rubbed her back. But it did not stop the fact she was freaked out by what just happened to her.

" What wrong you ok? " Garrett said still holding her. She said nothing just hold him tight her head on his chest looking down at his sneakers. He looked down at her. Nothing but the head of curls and a silent whimper. Under her breath she says" something was down there with me". He looks up at the door. " We have a lot of rats was what scared you. It's alright shi-" he start to say.

" No a person. A shadow was there. Watching me. I want to go home now" she said still holding him. Using his shirt as a tissue as her tears roll off her face. He shocked his head pissed.

" That bitch ass jerk" he says quietly to himself.

" I bet Fred did this. Does not know when to stop come on let's find him" he says grabbing at her small wrist.

They were all laughing smoking a joint. " You're freaking dead. Now Fred" Garrett says rushing right to Fred forgetting he was still holding Jo wrist. Fred turns at Garrett and Jo then back at everyone else. " What the fuck you talking about" he says laughing at him. Garrett was mad. He glances at Jo who was giving him Bambi eyes then at him. " That real cool. You scared her half to death. She literally came out to me screaming like she saw the fucking devil. Look at her" he says shaking Jo. Jo for the first time look up out of her daze. Fred blows out big poof of smoke at Garrett and Jo. " Really like. Bro you sniffing to many things of white out again . That never happened. Whatever that baby got scared of must of been her own shadow. I was with Farrah checking out the joint. Cora was here with Lex sleeping off the liquor" he says licking his top lip.

Jo looks at Cora who face look puzzled. As if he not saying something. Farrah was standing by Lex fighting something she wanted to say. Jo tug at Garrett shirt. She leaned in close to him on her tippy toes. " Garrett it's fine. Can we just chill it" she said to him then glanced at Farrah and Fred. Garrett still mad makes a mad face then turn to apologize to Fred. Fred piss off walk away with no other than Farrah behind him. Cora upset shakes her head and mouth the words you slut. Hope you choke on a stick. Garrett looks at Jo then walks towards the others with his head down. Cora was now screaming at the top of lungs at Fred.Garrett rushes up to Fred and tries to calm him down as if the last five minutes never happened. Jo looks at Cora storming pass her. Cora was sitting on cashier filing her nails.

" You ok. Cora" Jo said sincerely . Cora looks at her then raises her eyebrow up.

" I'm not stupid. I know that bottom eater is doing. I'm popular duh. But I have my limit. Doing it and being so obvious in front of people. That does it. Twice a day" she says to a puzzled face Jo " I know what you saw today. Damn thing went around faster than a twit. No one thing. May you my witness. Who ever does Cora wrong gets put on the freaking list" she said still filing her nails. Jo look at her then back at Fred. " If you knew why then be with him. There much more guys heck captions then him" she said looking at her. Cora looks at her and then walk away.

Garrett walk right past her to Jo . " Hey Jolie. I need your help. I need to get the key. Thought I had them on me but mines are the wrong ones. Master keys in the office. Door locked everything shut down. Can you stay here. Keep watch. I'm gonna take Lex so nothing happens. He kinda upset" he says looking at Jo.

She glanced at him then shook her head yes. She watched him leave. Placing her hands up above her head she tries to focus. As she started to walk she remembers something. Earlier the figure she saw. Was it something or just her imagination. She had to figure it out. Garrett won't do that . At least she hope not. She had to figure out was it and the one in the bathroom is the same.

Looking at the car Jo then rushes to Fred and Farrah talking.

"Look Freddie. She knows Lex knows why not just be together. We had sex. We make out alot why not" Farrah said trying to touch Fred face. Pushing her hand down he starts to laugh. " Look I’m starting to sober up so let me make this quick because it's kinda sad. You're like an on the street bootleg of a movie. Might think it's a good deal. Because it's cheap and looks like the real deal but always mess up quality and a waste of money. Cheap worthless. Lex told me he only with you because you give it out.Cora a real girl. I have to fight for her. You I smile and give you a second attention and your hook. What? " he says looking at Jo.

Looking back at Cora then at them. " You should at least have the respect and talk to her. I get it. It's a joke. On me. The noises the playing with me when I was in the bathroom. It's not funny. We are already in trouble so let's just go" Jo says. Fred laughs at her then walks towards Cora. Farrah upset starts to walk off. Jo afraid of anyone leaving by themselves follows her.

" Wait wait. It's not safe" Jo says running behind her. There was a creepy creak coming from behind but far enough that even if you tried you could hear it.

" What do you want. Im piss and you're not helping" Farrah says still walking. Jo looks back again. There was the sound again. No one heard it. " Look I don't know is still part of the prank. But I'm over it. I saw you when I was in the car, when I was using the bathroom. You running away now is letting him win. Now if I can put pass the silly nonsense you guys are doing so can you. You deserve better then a descent 3rd division college player that gonna be either back here working at some depressing job if he smart get a bookie to do all his work or a mid wage in some middle state overweight loser. Either way. He not worth it. You're not perfect but you don't deserve to be treated like horse poop" Jo said. She was upset. She was upset that this was happening she really only wanted to be home with her mom. Safe. Nope instead she trying to pump up a you can do the high road to the school slut. Farrah came and raise her hand to slap Jo. " It wasn't a joke. On you. You're not worth it. You're seeing things. We was smoking a joint when we first got inside then we.....we..... we found this weird place. In the back. Fill of old meat and big ass fucking knifes. Some straight A fucking shit. He wants to do it but I couldn’t. So after we play around broke something crap and left" she stopped and started to walk back towards the group. She stops " Thanks. You're actually cool. Cora was wrong" still walking. There was the noise again. The never ending feelings someone calling for you but know no ones behind you. Then that's when it happened. All at once.

They were taken.

#midnight desire #midnight #aesthetic #dark #writeblr #short story #young adult fiction #fiction #suspense #thriller #desire #teenage angst #scary #grunge #girl #2019

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jsaysyay · 5 years

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i actually can’t be bothered to respond to a post i saw but METRIC IS WORSE AND NO I WILL NEVER BUDGE IVE SPENT YEARS THINKING ABOUT THIS, LIKE YES, FOR SCIENCE SPECIFIC PURPOSES, IT’S EXTREMELY USEFUL TO HAVE SOMETHING STANDARDIZED LIKE THAT, MAKES EVERYTHING SUPER SIMPLE AND ORGANIZED

BUT STARTING WITH MEASUREMENTS, AN INCH, THE LAST BIT OF YOUR POINTER FINGER, LITERALLY SUPER EASY TO GET MENTALLY BECAUSE IT’S SO CONVENIENT AND ACTUALLY MENTALLY COMPARABLE LIKE YES I’M NOT GONNA SAY HOW MANY THUMB WIDTHS TALL I AM BUT LIKE FOR SMALL THINGS IT’S GREAT TO INSTANTLY COMPREHEND

AND WITH TEMPERATURE, WHY DOES EVERYONE REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH MORE USEFUL FAHRENHEIT IS IN TERMS OF ACTUAL USEFUL TEMPERATURES FOR WEATHER, LIKE YES 212 AND 32 ARE VERY PARTICULAR TEMPERATURES BUT LITERALLY:

212 AND 32 ARE 180 DEGREES APART, ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY WHOLE DEGREES TO SPECIFY AND COMPREHEND TEMPERATURE AND REALLY SCALE IN YOUR HEAD HOW FAR APART EVEN 70 AND 85 DEGREES ARE. WHILE CELSIUS IS 100, THAT’S LITERALLY 80 LESS DEGREES ON THAT LEVEL OF SCALE TO COMPREHEND AND SPECIFY, LIKE GOING WITH AN EXAMPLE: 60F IS 20C, AND 85F IS 29C, LIKE THINK ABOUT HOW FAR APART THOSE ARE, LIKE HOW YOU WOULD DRESS UNBELIEVABLY DIFFERENTLY FOR THAT WHOLE RANGE OF TEMPERATURE, AND NOW COMPRESS THAT DOWN TO 9 DEGREES FROM THE 15 IT WAS BEFORE

ANOTHER EXAMPLE BECAUSE I REALLY WANNA GET THROUGH TO THE ABSOLUTELY 0 PEOPLE READING: HERE IN A YEAR WE OFTEN GO FROM -10F TO 100F, THATS 110 DEGREES APART, AS IS OBVIOUS, AND IN CELCIUS THAT IS -23 TO 37, 60 DEGREES APART, A MASSIVE AMOUNT LESS OF DEGREES TO EXPRESS TEMPERATURE THROUGH IN A YEAR

ALSO SAYING IT’S -23 OUTSIDE SOUNDS INSANE BUT THATS PROBABLY A ME THING

day month year, month day year, i don’t care too much for, BUT in speech, it’s quicker, and in writing it’s quicker to go month day year, though it is a bit... odd

like “its the twenty fifth of november twenty nineteen” vs “its november twenty fifth twenty nineteen”, you’re only saving the “of”, but that is a really odd pause to make.

like, yes, do please use metric for science, but for like, anyone who isn’t a machine or literally has no existence outside of a lab or research facility, there is good reason that these other methods exist, as odd as they may be, there was a reason and there are STILL valid reasons to keep it around in day to day life in a normal human existence

#this is the most me specific post imagineable but this is one of those things i feel VERY strongly on #also i have no idea what people actually use for weights of things in metric like yes grams etc but like how they translate from liquid to-#-solid to like the actual weights of human beings like idk whatever ill stick with my pounds and gallons and ounces

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sugarcoated-pain · 6 years

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Heavy Rotation Part 3

Hey guys! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a new part, but here it is!

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Mild drug and alcohol usage, cussing.. that’s about it. lol.

Best Friends to Lovers- original character + Ashton

Huge shout out to @sublimehood for always making sure my shit doesn’t suck LOL

My first autumn in Los Angeles came and went. Seasons are weird here, since the weather barely changes. The air outside is getting slightly cooler, but nothing like back home, and I admittedly missed having a white Christmas. Though I could definitely get used to 60 degree Decembers.

Our whole group has been excited about the epic New Year's Eve party we plan to hold at our apartment. That afternoon, Ashton, Calum, Georgia and I make a supply run for the party. This proves to be quite an adventure in which we lose Cal for almost thirty minutes. After over an hour at the grocery store, we load Ash’s car full of booze, snacks and some other random shit nobody needs.

Within a few hours, our apartment is filled well past capacity mostly with people I have never seen before. Georgia and I had agreed that even though we were technically staying in for New Years Eve, we wanted to get all dressed up anyway. I can’t resist any excuse to wear sparkles, so I’m in a skin tight little black sequin dress, and I’m looking smoking hot if I do say so myself. My stupid brain can’t help but wonder what Ashton is going to think of my in this. As I wade through the waves of strangers, I get my answer. There is a split second when Ash first sees me that his eyes basically pop out of his head. I can’t help but smirk.

“Damn girl, look at you!” Georgia is standing and talking with Ash and Calum.

“NO, look at YOU!” I reply, grabbing her hand and leading her into spin to show off the sexy little green number she is wearing. I notice Ashton is still staring so I decide to bring this back to reality. “Hey Ash, where’s Camille tonight?”

His eyes focus on my face now. “Out of town for work.”

“Aw, bummer.” I say, trying with everything I have to hide my sarcasm. Georgia and I exchange a quick look. The party is a huge hit. There’s a million people here and everyone is having a blast. At some point, we decide to set up beer pong downstairs in the warehouse space where the band practices. Ash and I are on a team and we completely annihilate EVERYONE. We are seriously unstoppable. After eleven matches of no one being able to beat us, we run out of people willing to go up against us and decide to head back upstairs.

Ashton and I have spent the whole night side by side. It’s really nice, actually, without having his girlfriend hovering around making sure I don’t get too close to him. Aside from kicking ass at beer pong, we’ve just been talking about anything and everything. We could talk for hours, and we do. A little voice in the back of my mind is throwing up all the warning signs that I have entered dangerous territory, but I ignore it.

We are standing in the kitchen getting more drinks when Georgia walks over with a mildly concerned yet amused look on her face.“Hey guys… do either of you have any idea how a live penguin got in the hall bathroom?!”

Ashton happened to be taking a sip of beer at that exact moment, and spews it everywhere.

“Personally, I’m not even surprised. And I’m definitely about to go take a selfie with it. But no, I have no idea where it came from.” I reply, grabbing Ashton by the arm and dragging him to the bathroom to meet our new friend. We both agree that this little guy is too cool (haha get it?) to get rid of and accept him as a welcome guest of the party, and also, someone else’s problem.

After the penguin excitement wears off, we head back to the living room. Someone has turned the TV on and apparently the countdown to midnight has now begun. Ashton and I grab the silly string, noise makers and confetti poppers we bought at the store earlier in the day and start handing them out. We all chant the final ten seconds to midnight along with the TV. As soon as we get to one, everyone goes crazy. Ash and I attack each other with silly string as noise makers and confetti are all set off around us. It’s the perfect moment, until an awkward silence takes over the room. Most of the group has coupled off and are all sharing their perfect midnight New Year’s kiss. I shift awkwardly for a second, and glance up at Ashton. He’s noticed it too and looks almost as awkward as I feel.

I decide to break the awkwardness between us by shooting him right in the face with silly string. Instinctively, I dodge through the kissing couples near as to run away from him as quickly as possible before he can retaliate. He laughs and immediately chases after me, which doesn’t really work in my favor because he’s a lot faster than I am and catches up to me almost immediately. Grabbing me by the waist and holding me within shooting distance with one hand, he uses the other to silly string me to death. It's no more than I deserve. Georgia and Calum have finally stopped making out and she catches my eye from across the room and raises an eyebrow, apparently noticing our little flirting session.

The rest of the night goes by pretty quickly. Around 1 a.m., people start to slowly trickle out, but I’m too busy sitting on the couch talking to Ashton to care about anybody else. The penguin has mysteriously disappeared and I can only hope he was safely back where he belongs, though it’s more likely that he is wandering around the building.

As per the usual, Ashton and I are the last ones standing at the end of the night. Adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of the party, neither one of us is ready for bed. We decide to do a favor for our future selves and start picking up the mess. Though it only lasts maybe ten minutes.

“I’m bored… wanna finish the rest of this tomorrow and go get high on the roof?” I ask him with a smirk.

“Why yes, yes I do.” Ash replies, dropping the trash bag in his hands to the floor.

The night air feels amazing on my skin after being inside all night. Ash and I share a joint and laugh about various situations that occurred throughout the evening. I realize that without even meaning to, I’m sitting with my leg touching his again, but he hasn’t moved away. It’s probably the weed but small details start to stand out in my mind. His hair moving in the breeze. His gorgeous eyes shining in the moonlight. The way his whole face lights up when he smiles, dimples and all. He seems to notice me watching him eventually, but instead of saying anything, he just watches me right back, a small grin on his face.

The moment was too perfect. It was too much to take. I lean in quickly and press my lips firmly against his. He seems stunned for a split second, but then next thing I know, one of his hands is on my cheek, the other on my lower back pulling me closer to him. Everything about this kiss is perfection. The way his lips fit against mine, the way they move together in sync, the gentle pressure of his hand on my face. This is the way people were meant to be kissed. This is what kissing should be like every single time.

“Shit.” The word falls out of my mouth as my brain catches up to the rest of me and I pull away from him. Without hesitating, he leans in again for more. I stop him, “Ash,” I start breathlessly, staring at him, our faces just inches apart. “You have a girlfriend.” He opens those flawless hazel eyes, locking them with mine, then sighs and turns his head away from me slowly.

“I’m SO sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m drunk and a little high. That was so stupid of me. “ I stammer, flustered. He is uncharacteristically quiet for several moments as he stares straight ahead at the glittering city skyline. “Ashton, say something..”

“It was just because you were drunk and high, huh?” He says, almost in a whisper. The tone in his voice surprises me- he sounds.. Hurt?

“Ash, you have a girlfriend and we are roommates and you’re my best friend. I absolutely should not have done that. It was a huge mistake.”

“Sure. okay. A mistake. Right.” He almost sounds sarcastic.

I sigh, “I uh.. I should go to bed now…. Shit.. I really am sorry.” I add as I quickly make my way back down the fire escape.

Back in my bedroom, I close my bedroom window, slam my body face first onto my bed and scream into my pillow. Once that is out of my system, I pull out my phone to text Georgia.

If you’re awake and not having sex, come to my room NOW. please.

After about three minutes, I hear a soft knock at my door. I open it to find Georgia there, and swiftly pull her inside, shutting the door hard behind her.

“G. I fucked up.” I say quickly, making my way back to my bed.

“Why? What happened?!” She asks, sitting down next to me.

“I… I just kissed Ashton.” It comes out as a panicked whisper.

“YOU WHAT?!”

“SHHHHHHHH”

“Are you kidding me?” She asks, a look of shock on her face.

“Nope. Definitely not kidding... I told him that it was just because I was drunk and it was a total mistake.” I squeeze my pillow and sigh into it heavily.

“Well that’s pretty stupid of you considering that it wasn’t the alcohol’s fault at all and this would have been the perfect opportunity to be honest with him about how you feel.”

“Georgia, HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! And he’s my roommate and my best friend. It would make things way too weird. And you know I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Oh so I guess you’re still working on convincing yourself of that lie too, huh? Does that mean you haven’t admitted to yourself yet that you don’t just have a crush on Ashton, that you’re actually madly fucking in love with him?”

“I AM NOT.” I snap defensively.

Georgia sighs. “Okay. whatever you say. But I just have one question for you.. How was it?”

I let out a deep breath and glare at her for a second before giving in. “Literally the best kiss of my entire life. It was like something out of a fucking movie. You know how people always talk about seeing fireworks and hearing angels sing and all that bullshit? Yeah, that all happened.” I let out another sigh and bury my face in my pillow again. I feel Georgia’s hand on my back sympathetically. “UGH what have I done?” I groan.

Georgia consoles me a little while longer before eventually heading back to Cal’s room for bed. I lay awake for a long time, going over the night’s events repeatedly in my head. Eventually, I drift off to sleep with the last thing I see in my mind being Ashton’s lips.

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

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Chapter 1

Heat, noise and people: that sums up pretty well what Camila remembered about that night. It wasn’t usual though, especially for her, to remember about a summer night out with her friends during college. But that one was hard to forget.

The brown-eyed girl sat on the sidewalk with her legs crossed, resting her weight on her arms, her hands pressed firmly against the ground.

“You know guys, if we leave now we might hit Pizza Hut before it closes.” Camila said checking the time on her phone screen. “We won’t get in this club anyway.”

That was probably the seventh time she tried to make her friends give up the idea of getting into this party across the street which its line was about to turn around the corner. It was extremely hot out there, and she could see people getting out of the club to smoke dripping in sweat. Besides, they had been there for at least two hours and the line didn’t even seem to move one step.

She knew it was one of the most amazing parties of the summer break, but was that necessary? Besides, she was settled to just keep drinking on the sidewalk with her friends and observe people getting out of the club too drunk to walk by themselves.

“Mila, we all know why you don’t wanna go inside.” That was Hanna, her best friend. She was blond, blue-eyed and seemed to just have walked out of and plastic surgeon’s office, but she never even stepped at one. “And I can’t blame you, but let’s just see how this goes, maybe the people in line will just give up.” She shrugged it off, taking a sip of her beer. “Besides, we’re in New York. Pizza Hut it’s 24/7.”

“Whatever…” the brunette rolled her eyes and sighed. Hanna was right, Camila did have a reason why she didn’t wanna go inside besides the two hours line and the people all wet. But she was defeated, eventually she would have to face the reason. She just sighed, accepting her loss and finished the beer in her hand.

“Wait… So that’s why she’s complaining about this? Is Sasha inside?” Lucy, the other friend said chuckling. She was two years older than them, but took the same classes as Camila and Hanna in Med School “I thought you were over her!” She admitted, handing a new beer to Camila.

“Well, she was.” Hanna raised her eyebrow, “Until they made out last week.” She spat flatly.

“Oh no…” Camila shook her head.

“WHAT?” Lucy almost screamed, while Hanna was laughing, but didn’t look surprised though. “Why I didn’t hear about this?”

“See? That’s why we can’t have nice nights out.” Camila shoot a piercing look to Hanna, “We just slept together last week, it wasn’t that big deal… really.” She confessed trying to get rid of it.

“Really? So why don’t you wanna go inside?” The eldest in the group asked. “It’s not that I don’t wanna get in… I just don’t think we will even be able to get anywhere close to that door.” The brow-eyed tried to explain pointing to the line, even though her friends just stared at her knowing it was an excuse.

“What did she say to you?” Hanna asked suspiciously, knowing that there was more to it than Camila was letting out.

“Oh my god… She didn’t say anything, ok? Guys, can we just talk about something else, please?” “That’s why you didn’t come to the bar with us last week, wasn’t it?” Lucy asked excited, looking like she had just discovered the wheel. “You get so weird when it comes to someone you’re sleeping with…”

“Ok, Scherlock, are you done?” The youngest scoffed, hearing Hanna burst into laugh. “It didn’t mean anything, I would say it was a relapse, that’s all. We’ve all had those.” “I don’t remember hooking up with any of my teachers… but yeah, perhaps you’re right.” Lucy mocked her.

“Ok, in my defense, I thought she was a student.” Camila raised her hands in defense.

“Yeah, she’s right… I thought so too.” Hanna pointed.

“Me too, until we walked into her Anatomy class…” The brown-haired returned.

“Do you remember Camila’s face?” The blue-eyed remembered excitedly after taking a sip of her beer. “Oh my God, I thought she was going to vomit.”

“Yes!” Lucy answered laughing out loud. “Sasha’s look was precious too, even though we had never seen her, I could tell she wanted to get herself into a hole right there.”

“And we thought they wouldn’t hook up anymore… It’s been what? A year? And they still do!”

“No Hanna, it’s been one semester… And we don’t.” Camila clarified and checked her phone once again.

“It seemed like a year to me.” The eldest admitted.

“Same…” Hanna agreed and finished her beer, placing it’s can aside. She looked at the line across the street and groaned “Ughh, will they ever give up? I just wanted to dance for five minutes.”

“You and those sixty people standing there.” Lucy pointed.

Camila glanced at the line and sighed, she didn’t know if it was a relief or a worried one. The youngest girl knew it wasn’t a good idea to face Sasha with the amount of alcohol she had running in her system right now, for both of them. The whole thing was so complicated she didn’t even know how it started, let alone if it was finished. The only thing she knew was that the longest she managed to avoid her teacher, the better.

The thing was, Camila was 21 now and she knew that it wasn’t illegal or something, but her issues with her teacher felt like an impossible thing to handle. Even though she thought she was much more conscious about her actions now than 6 months ago. But being a medicine student, everything got really intense for no reason. Being away from her family, from her friends, living alone for the first time, college demanding all her time and she couldn’t afford to lose her scholarship because she knew her parents could barely afford her living New York. Everything seemed to be just too much.

The 21 years old girl was just thankfull for having friends like Hanna, Lucy and Ash around to help each other go through everything. She knew how much difference they made on each other’s life, even though they could be a pain in the ass mocking her sometimes, they were always there for each other.

The brow-eyed girl took a deep breath and heard her best friends talking about this final test they had last week. Camila’s eyes found something more interesting though, something she had missed since they were sitting there. Standing in the line waiting to enter the club was this brunette girl, all dressed in black, her long hair tied up in a ponytail, and even though it felt like a hundred degrees out there, she had a black leather jacket on. She was different from the other girls there though, she looked quiet and focused. Her eyes seemed to be looking for something, or someone. Camila couldn’t see much, but she could see her eyes. They were extremely green, not to mention intense, and she could feel it from all those meters away. But not in a romantic way, more in a real fact way.

The brunette standing in line didn’t seem to notice anyone beside her, she just kept looking for something, but being extremely subtle about it. In fact, Camila wasn’t sure if that the green-eyed was part of the line, because no one else seemed to notice her standing there either. The people over there were way too drunk to be conscious about anything.

Camila could tell that the girl was worried about something, because despite being subtle, she was growing anxious. She kept pressing something on her ear, focusing her look on different places and talking very short phrases to herself. The observer knew it because no one there was taking to her, or even looking at her.

The next scene lasted no longer than 60 seconds. As if she knew she was being observed, the brunette stared back at Camila, her eyes lingering there for the next seconds. Camila froze, but couldn’t break the eye contact, her eyebrows frowned because she couldn’t really point at it, but something about that scene was way too intense. The girl in black stared like she already knew her, but Camila would definitely recognize someone that looked like that. Even so, there was a possibility that they could have met some day that Camila was too drunk to remember, because those days existed a lot, just not in Camila’s memory.

She didn’t really had time to think about it, because the other girl staring at her broke the eye contact to press on her ear again. Now Camila could tell, she was definitely listening to someone, with those mini hearing things inside her ear. The green-eyed stared at her again, this time her face looked even more serious and a bit worried, looking like she wanted to tell Camila something. But the girl sitting on the side walk remembered thinking that maybe she was just too drunk and imagining the whole thing.

Camila took a look at her friends for a second, to check if she was the only one watching that scene, maybe they could assure her that she wasn’t that drunk, but they were too deep into a conversation about how much damage wheat made to your brain. Camila decided that they all had to much alcohol.

Like I said, the entire scene lasted about 60 seconds, but the following events seemed to last an entire lifetime. Just when Camila looked back to the club and tried to find the brunette again, she was gone. And the brown-eyed girl had this weird feeling in her body, she didn’t have time to share it with her friends though. Just when she was about to talk, a terrible loud sound came up, followed by screams.

The three of them were thrown away in their backs with the explosion. Camila felt everything hurt when she tried to get up, laying down again in reflex. She could smell the smoke and hear the screams and cries as she tried to understand what was going on. She heard Hanna say something, and that’s when she managed to open her eyes.

Just when she did, the first thing she saw from a few meters away was the brunette in the leather jacket again, standing outside the flaming club. The green-eyed looked exactly like before, her hair perfectly tied up, her clothes didn’t have a single scratch, unlike everyone else beside her. She had the same expression on her face, but now instead of worried she seemed angry, looking through all the people who were trying to run away from the flames. A few seconds later, her eyes found Camila’s through all the black smoke coming from the club. Camila saw it when she skipped a breath, looking guilty when recognized the girl laying on the floor. Camila didn’t understand why, but the green-eyed seemed to be both sorry and relieved.

They kept staring at each other, the brunette standing across the street trying to look for any sign that could tell Camila was okay, as she kept glacing between the brown-eyed and everyone hurt around her.

Hanna was the first one to manage to stand up when her instinct finally overcame her pain. When she saw Camila awake she quickly bent over to help her get up. Camila stood there and watched the green-eyed again, not really putting together how she could look so clean and undamaged.

“Mila! Help me!” Hanna called out when she saw Lucy unconscious on the ground and the brown-eyed rushed over the pair to help.

“Lucy, c’mon! Wake up!” The youngest tried to call, but she wouldn’t respond.

A few seconds later they started to hear sirens approaching as they tried to wake Lucy up. Camila searched for anyone that could help, but everyone who wasn’t laying down hurt was running away in fear of another explosion. Her eyes found the brunette again, but this time she looked extremely different.

Her green eyes were back to focus on something, and again she didn’t even look like she realized where she was or the chaos happening around her. She found Camila again, but this time their eyes met for just a second. When the firemen cars got her attention, Camila turned her head to find out the brunette was gone again. All Camila could see was the chaos, people running around, people unconscious laying on the street, people screaming, and too much smoke coming for the giant hole on the club wall.

Heat, noise and people. That sums up what Camila remembered about that night.

5 years later

It felt like ten elephants had stepped on Lauren’s head, that would be the only explanation for all this pain she had going through her entire body, specially her head. She had this twinge in her skull so strong that she could feel it throbbing. Her eyes were still closed because she was afraid of what she might find out once she opened them, since she couldn’t remember where she had fell asleep. Her hands slowly made their way to massage her temple, not really understanding if that was a nightmare or something.

That’s when she felt something hanging from her pulse, slightly touching her chin. It was minimal but, believe me or not, it made her shiver way more than all the pain she was feeling. Lauren slowly opened her green eyes to find out that reality hurt even more than the bruises on her eyes.

“Well, fuck…” She grumbled, taking a look around to check the hospital room. “Shit.” She complained and brought her hands to cup her face. “Shit, shit, shit.”

She couldn’t believe that was happening. She didn’t even know how she got there. And she must have been there for quite a while now, judging by the catheter in her arm, the bandages on her legs and the medicine bag hanging beside her bed was half empty, which she assumed to be going through the catheter. How could she have slept through all of this? But Lauren couldn’t afford to worry about this right now, because she definitely had somewhere else to be.

Speaking of which, her eyes quickly glanced to the nightstand beside the bed, hoping to find if any of her belongings could by a miracle be standing there.

“Of course not.” She mumbled to herself. Even so, if her equipment got to the hospital with her, she would probably be handcuffed to her bed right now. And Lauren honestly didn’t know which option she preferred. Maybe handcuffs wouldn’t be that bad…

“Oh, so you’re talking! That’s good!” Someone entered the room with a big smile, noticing that Lauren was awake. She assumed it was her doctor, with this clipboard and a pen in her hand and a stethoscope around her neck, the edges falling down her chest. She didn’t even look at Lauren, just went straight to examine the meds hanging above the bed. “Well, I assume the pain hit you by now.” She concluded and finally turned around to face her patient.

Lauren couldn’t think about anything else that wasn’t a curse word when she recognized the girl wearing the white medical coat. She remembered about her; it was the girl standing across the street five years ago, right before she blew up the club. She remembered it because she spent most of her life working to improve her memory. Apart from cursing to herself, Lauren also prayed that maybe by a miracle this girl wouldn’t remember her.

She wasn’t really convinced, but the doctor stared at her for a few seconds, her eyebrows frowning, probably trying to remember where they had seen each other. Lauren knew that back then, they had stared at each other for like five minutes or so, but she also knew that she looked pretty guilty of what happened, not that she actually was, but because she could see the other girl trying to look for her when the police came up.

“Ahm… Not really.” Lauren lied.

“Sorry, what?” The doctor snapped back from her thoughts, staring down at the patient again.

“The pain, I’m not really feeling anything.” The green-eyed remembered. She frowned, looking down to her body as if she was looking for what could be hurt.

“Are you sure?” The doctor asked concerned and grabbed a small flashlight from her pocket. She pointed to Lauren’s pupils one at a time, slightly lifting her swollen eyelids with her thumb. Lauren nodded, trying to prevent to show any pain when she touched her face. “You look pretty hurt.” She said truthtfully.

“I’m positive.” Lauren assured again. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” She tried her best to look convincing.

The brown-eyed girl grabbed her pen again, and took a few steps closer to the patient’s legs. She pressed the tip of it on Lauren’s shin, “Can you feel this?” She asked and the other girl nodded. “And this?” She asked pressing on the other leg and Lauren nodded again. The doctor grabbed her stethoscope and examined Lauren’s chest for a few seconds. “I mean, you don’t have a broken bone or something, but this should hurt.”

“I’m fine, really.” Lauren reassured, “I guess you just did a great job.” She shrugged it off, her shoulders almost screaming by themselves in pain when she did it. “When can I get home?”

“Well, first things first. I’m Doctor Cabello, but you can call me Camila.” The girl extended her hand and the other took it quickly, squeezing it. “I need to know your name since you didn’t have any documents when they brought you in and no one came looking for you.”

“I’m Sara, nice to meet you.” Lauren lied again, but she was used to it by now.

“Okay, Sara… What happened to you last night?” Camila finally asked.

Last night? Lauren’s stomach twisted; she had been there for an entire day? She was so fucked. Then she started to remember what happened to her last night, she had been so upset with the hospital thing that she completely forgot what brought her there in the first place. Needless to say, her mission had completely failed, but why? How did she end up so hurt? She remembered easily entering the building, letting the Central know by her communicator, they responded that she had back up if needed and that they were watching everything through the camera on her uniform. All the doors were locked, obviously, but she had no trouble going through the rooms. That’s when she thought something was off, because since Lauren got off the helicopter on the roof, she hadn’t seen anyone inside the building. She reported it to the Central and was told that they were probably in a meeting or something. She thought it was odd but didn’t say anything. She kept transporting through the floors until she found this glass room. Lauren remembered pulling out her gun when she saw something move from the ceiling to the floor. When she realized it was too late to even escape, she had been breathing that gas since she entered the room. That was the last thing she remembered.

“I fell.” That was all she managed to say, her eyes still lost in all the memories.

“You fell? From what? A plane?” The doctor tried to joke, but the other girl didn’t even listen. “I mean… Are you sure that’s what happened? Do you remember everything?”

“Yeah, sure…” That was the first time the doctor saw her look different, not having that serious look on her face anymore. “I’m sorry, I fell down the stairs… They are switching the floor at my place, I must have tripped or something.” She shrugged.

“Ahm… They said somebody found you on the street.” Camila confessed with a worried look.

“I’m sorry, my head is kind of dizzy, it must be the meds.” Lauren clarified, “I remember it, I went for a run and must have fell down the park or something.” She corrected and sat up straight for the first time. “Can I go home now?”

Camila giggled and observed the clipboard in her hands. “I’m afraid you can’t, at least not until your observations hours are over.”

“But I told you, I’m fine.” The green-eyed shared again, “Can’t you just give me a prescription?”

The doctor shook her head no, “I will but, just that won’t do it. That’s the hospital policy.”

Lauren sighed, “And when will that be?”

“In seventeen hours.” She answered glancing at her watch. “It would be twenty four hours but they can only discharge you in the morning so… Try to enjoy yourself.” The doctor said with a small smile in an attempt to change the mood. She saw it had no effects on her patient though. “Look, is there something I should know?” Camila asked seriously.

“What do you mean?” Lauren froze, what if she remembered about her? Or what if they had found her equipment? The agent knew she could get out of hospital in a second, in fact, she wondered what she was still doing there, but she couldn’t really erase her doctor’s memory, even if she wanted to. And if by any chance she got suspicious of something, that was Lauren’s ass on the line.

“I mean, did someone did this to you?” The brown-eyed woman said in a concerned low tone. “A boyfriend, maybe?” She went on, “I’ve seen this, we can call the cops, they know how to handle it and…”

Lauren let out a small sigh in relief, “No, that was me.” She assured reliably. “I assure you that no man could have done this to me.” And she really meant that.

“Are you sure? Sara you can trust me, you’re really hurt, they can catch whoever did it.” The doctor looked so certain that Lauren whished she could believe her.

“I’m sure, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay then…” Camila backed up a little and examined Laurens forehead cautiously. “This is healing pretty well, have you ever had any stitches before?”

Stitches? What did they even do to her? “Yeah… a few.” Lauren confessed.

Before the doctor could respond, something bipped on her waist, it was this little thing that looked like a gps or something but instead of maps, it had words on the screen.

“I gotta go, but I will check on you later ok?” The brown-eyed said and checked the med’s bag again. “This should be over in a few hours, but I will tell the nurse to come change it soon.”

Lauren shook her head quickly, “You don’t have to, really. I told you I’m okay.”

“That doesn’t mean I believe you.” The doctor said smiling as she made her way to leave. “You should see how you look.” She arched an eyebrow and stopped by the door. “I mean, it’s okay considering everything, but still…”

Lauren laughed for the first time and nodded, “Was that a compliment?”

“Just press that button if you need something okay?” Camila said, pointing to a yellow button beside Lauren’s bed and saw when she nodded. “See you later.”

She left before Lauren could answer. The girl was funny, Lauren thought. And she was almost sure that she didn’t recognized her from that night five years ago. Also, for a few minutes she made Lauren forget the reason she was there, this could be dangerous though. The green-eyed sighed when she realized she was alone, how could she even let this happen? How could the Central let this happen? And why did they let her end up at the hospital? She could have been easily treated back home; they had the newest medical technology available and probably the most excellent doctors of the country for this reason. Something just didn’t make sense. All the facts just started to pop in her head, remembering about last night’s mission. She must have missed something.

But she should just solve this back in the central. She carefully pulled the catheter out of her skin and found her black clothes folded resting on the drawer. She got up quickly to get them, but just when she was about to change she saw the door knob twisting. Without even thinking she teleported to the bathroom. She heard somebody get in and prayed not to be anyone from The Pact.

“Hey, are you in there?” She heard someone knock on the bathroom door.

Lauren sighed in relief, it was a nurse “Yeah, I’ll leave in a second.” She responded.

She wasn’t really planning to go back there, but she wouldn’t alarm the nurse just 5 seconds after the doctor had left her room. She would wait the nurse leave and teleport to the central, she already knew which hospital she was in from the sheets on her bed so that helped.

“Okay then, someone left this package for you at the reception, so I’ll just leave on your nightstand.” The nurse let her know and probably left when she saw Lauren didn’t respond.

How did anyone know she was in there? She just lied about her name. The green-eyed got so curious that she had to see what it was, and who sent it. So she got out of the bedroom when she didn’t hear anything else. The first thing she saw was this sunflower standing on her nightstand. Lauren approached it until she saw this little card placed between it’s leaves.

She thought about it for a few seconds before picking it up. It could be a trap, but she was so curious that she had to open. Obviously she regretted as soon as did. The agent brought a hand to her face and sighed, not really sure of what to do next. She kept glancing between the card and her black clothes on her bed.

She took one last shot at the card before making a decision that she knew she would regret soon. “Fuck it.” She mumbled and ripped the card that said:

“Get well Soon Sara.

And don’t leave.

- Love, dad”

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