Taylor Rose

Taylor Rose Want To Show You That Rude Boy Charm Hello world. I'm never good at this kind of shit. I'm a chicken nugget lover, no bullshit gamer, lady lover, and the one gentleman you won't be taking home to mom. You'll never meet my mom, Strings will never be attached, We'll always get along, 'Cause it doesn't have to last.

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“I am,” Ellie’s grin was more than a little proud, and she bounced on her toes with a sort of childish excitement as her smile widened, “I managed t-to get quite a lot of my master’s d-done when I was s-still in my first f-four years of Uni, so yes, I am a l-librarian. I have the d-degree to prove it.” Her cheeks flushed deeply again at the compliment, although it was attached to a sort of heady affection for the other woman she wasn’t quite sure what to do with. “You g-got a…” She blinked, rapidly, mouth opening and closing for a brief moment before she shook her head in something between amusement and confusion. “N-No one’s ever b-been fucking in the s-stacks during any of my shifts b-but I’m sure it’s n-not unheard of.”

She snorted, sliding her hands into her back pockets as she leveled Taylor with a look, “I’m m-much more capable than I l-look, love. I c-can handle a fight— benefit of g-growing up with three brothers.” Ellie’s eyes rolled skyward as she stepped towards the microwave and slid the nuggets onto the counter with a playful flourish. “Unless you’re v-very keen on stripping for me, I don’t th-think an ice pack will require l-less clothes, darlin’.” She smiled brightly, turning on her heel to prepare two ice packs: one for Taylor’s ribs and another for her eye, humming a soft tune all the while.

“Damn fancy pants over here,” she mused, her teasing grin growing a little brighter as she noticed the blush that had settled over Ellie’s cheeks. “Good for you though babe, that’s awesome,” she added in, though Taylor’s grin was quick to turn into a wolfish smirk. “I’ll come visit and change that for ya,”

“Well perhaps we’ll have to fight sometime,” she commented casually before lolling her head to the side and giving Ellie her best innocent look. “Just kidding, though I have been known to fight with my friends.” Instantly perking up the moment the nuggets were within her eye line Taylor rocked impatiently on her toes, telling herself not to just snatch one because those suckers would be hot. “I gotta put ice on em? Aw man, how about we just leave them, that’s a good plan too” she mused finally reaching for a nugget and of course picking the one that looked like the T-Rex. Popping it into her mouth she hummed a little as she glanced around. “So....Is it just you here or do you have a roommate? Or sorority because also hot,”

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Ellie’s giggle was nearly immediate, and she fixed Taylor with an openly amused look as her eyebrows rose, “Is th-that so? Well, if s-such a dashing gentleman a-as yourself is saying it, it m-must be true.” She tilted her head to one side for a moment, seeming to debate something quite heavily before she licked her lips, smiling at Taylor. “W-Well, I c-could find some and r-read them to you? I k-know it sounds a b-bit silly, but um… I’m a l-librarian, and then y-you could hear a-all of the pirate stories.”

Her flushed deepened ( a feat she hadn’t thought possible, really ), and Ellie returned Taylor’s smile with a gentle quirk of her lips. The urge to kiss the other woman was astoundingly strong, and she wondered if Taylor had been right after all, and they’d find themselves in some sort of compromising position sooner rather than later. “Jesus Christ,” Her laughter was a bit startled, but amused nonetheless, “Easy, s-slugger. K-Keep that up and I m-might think you want t-to get me into bed,” Ellie’s voice was smooth, a lazy shrug rolling through her shoulders a moment later. 

“I got into a l-lot of fights in h-high school, I learned h-how to patch myself up fairly quickly,” She explained, chuckling softly, “And y-you’re much cuter than Rocky. N-Now, you should eat something, and I can l-look at the rest of it after, yeah?”

Taylor couldn’t help the way her eyebrows arched into her hairline at this new information. “Wait you’re a librarian? Youngest I’ve ever seen...but also...hot. Do people actually hook up in the back of libraries? I got a handjob in a library once when I was way younger, and when I told my sister about it she was mad that I had disrespected the books like that, so like I went back and apologized, but I wasn’t that sorry...But yeah that would be super cool babe...Thanks.”

Chuckling a little Taylor just shrugged innocently. “I mean you are the one that invited me over,” she teased. “You got into fights? I mean not that you don’t look like you can handle yourself but you’re real cute and shit,” nodding a little Taylor glanced over at the microwave before chuckling a little. “Deal, though you just let me know when you wanna check the ribs, I’ve got no issues strippin’ for you...But I’m still sticking with my, if you ask for my pants this is a doctor porn,”

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“I’ve a-always imagined it t-to be something v-very pirate-like,” She grinned, crooked and a little dopey, “Th-Though n-now I’m thinking about the l-lack of pirate themed books at the library and that’s… d-distracting.” Ellie frowned briefly, apparently distressed by her own musings before she found herself rolling her eyes again; Taylor’s obvious confidence wasn’t unwelcome by any means ( admittedly, it turned Ellie on in some ways she was just drunk enough to admit ) but it didn’t stop her very slight, very fond exasperation from creeping through. “R-Right, we’ll see about that, love.”

“Oh, f-fuck off,” The words slipped out without any vigor, and Ellie knew full well it would be clear that she was mildly embarrassed to have been called out as such, but teasing was alright, more or less. She could tell already that there was nothing malicious in it, and that was more than enough to inspire a certain degree of comfort in her. 

“I—” She swallowed roughly, her eyes flitting up to meet Taylor’s in obvious surprise before her teeth caught her bottom lip and rolled in place, fingers digging through the first aid kit for alcohol wipes and bandages. She wrapped Taylor’s hands deftly and lifted one to inspect the job, “C-Can you wiggle your f-fingers and s-such? Nothing too t-tight?”

Instantly perking up a little Taylor tilted her head ever so slightly. “You know, I myself am a pirate, so perhaps tonight is your lucky night, my lady” she mused. “Also I don’t read books, I can’t really read too well and shit, so you know. But pirate books sound super dope.” 

“Oh so she can dish it out but she can’t take it huh?” she teased, chuckling a little. Meeting Ellie’s nervous gaze Taylor managed to tone down her smirk and give the girl a gentle smile, even with her lip being split. Watching curiously and doing her best to stand still she grinned a little as she inspected her hand while Ellie did. “I think that depends on the tightness of where I’m trying to wiggle them....Kidding, but yeah I’m good babe.” she commented, making a point to wiggle her fingers and close her hand back into a fist to prove she could. “You know your pretty good at this doctor stuff, usually I just let injuries be,” she pointed out, using her other hand to poke at the bandage. “Now I feel like Rocky or somethin’“

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“You k-know— drunk, pissed, a sh-sheet to the w-wind, whatever you’d want to call it,” Ellie’s smile was gentle, though she could feel a certain playfulness creeping into her words as she shrugged her jacket off and tossed it ( quite vaguely ) in the direction of the living room couch. Her phone buzzed cheerily in her back pocket and her eyes shifted, even as they seemed keen to linger on Taylor for as long as possible, to the text message she’d received. It was little more than Eve letting her know that she’d found someone to go home with after all, and the apartment would be hers alone for the night. Her cheeks warmed in the seconds it took for her mind to conjure up a few fairly intimate positions she might’ve liked to see Taylor in before the end of the night, and Ellie pushed the thoughts away fiercely. 

She blinked slowly at Taylor’s comment, a briefly bashful expression flitting across her face, “W-Well, it felt like the r-right thing to do at the t-time. If y-you’re going to tease me, though, p-perhaps you won’t be getting anymore. K-Kisses.” She turned to busy herself with locating chicken nuggets, taking a few minutes to collect herself in the time it took to make them in the microwave. 

“You l-look quite st-stunning, actually,” Ellie mumbled, absently digging under the sink for the first aid kit they kept there, raising herself to her full height before she tilted her head towards the space in front of her, “Why d-don’t I d-do something about your h-hands? So you can eat?”

“Hang on...A sheet in the wind? What the hell does that even mean,” she commented shaking her head a little. Slowly sliding her leather jacket off (and mostly just pretending her ribs weren’t hurting) Taylor set it on the back of a kitchen chair before tilting her head to look back at Ellie with another charming grin. “Nah, you’ll kiss me again before the night is done, I’m calling it now,” she teased.

Glancing down at herself she grinned a little, puffing her chest out proudly. “Thanks babe, you know that’s my mo. Get into fights but still look stellar,” she mused, moving over to the girl Taylor couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. “Is this just your way to hold my hand? I saw you tryin’ to make a grab for it earlier,” she teased but held her bloody and bruising knuckles out for Ellie’s attention.

“You’re quite stunning yourself, you know.”

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Ellie rolled her eyes openly as she huffed out a laugh around her cigarette. She could handle a bit of idle teasing if it meant spending time with Taylor and it wasn’t like the other woman wasn’t being honest; Ellie really only wanted to get her home to make sure she hadn’t irreparably injured herself in protecting Ellie’s honor or whatever the hell had gone on back at the bar. She was still having a bit of difficulty processing it all, frankly— it wasn’t something that happened to her often. Hell, it wasn’t really something that happened at all and it was still a bit baffling. 

“I think w-we’ve probably got f-frozen chicken nuggets at mine,” She hummed softly in thought, fishing her keys out of her jacket pocket as they approached her apartment building, “Those would be f-fine, I hope? We c-can go for a drive but I don’t much like the idea of g-getting a ticket or whatever. I’m still a bit floaty.” She smiled gently as she tugged the door of the building open and ushered Taylor inside. “I’m on the second f-floor.”

“You couldn’t have s-stopped me if you’d t-tried,” She muttered absently, tucking her hair behind her ear reflexively as they headed up the stairs. She turned to glance at Taylor over her shoulder as she unlocked the front door and grinned, “I’m pretty stubborn once I s-set my mind to things. And I w-wasn’t going to be a giant p-prick and just let you run off without some k-kind of thank you.” She shrugged lazily and pushed the door open. “H-home sweet home.”

“A bit floaty? But nugs are nugs babe, I’m down” she mused, a small smirk on her face as she was ushered into the building. Arching a brow a little she walked a step behind Ellie, taking a second to check her out before she looked up at her to give her an innocent boyish grin. “I mean, I’d say the kiss was a pretty big one” she mused.

Wiping her shoes off once they’d stopped she stepped into the apartment, curiously looking around. “Nice digs,” she mused. “So uh....Where do you want me Doc? And if you ask me to take off my pants...I’m gonna tune in that this is the start of a porn,” she added in with a slight grin, even as the adrenaline was definitely wearing off and her ribs and face were aching, but she wasn’t going to show that, no way. “Not that I’d be opposed to the porn thing, but maybe when I don’t look...well like this,”

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Ellie’s brothers had long since teased her for her inability to hide the way she was feeling about things— she was an expressive person, her face was open and the moment anyone learned how to read her cues, well, they could know everything about how she was feeling from a passing glance. She drew her lip between her teeth as her flush deepened, torn between protesting loudly and just pulling Taylor along in the direction of her apartment. “They usually take the hint, funny enough— or my roommate p-pretends to be my g-girlfriend until they bugger off. And for the record, I j-just want to make sure you get patched up; and I’d bet I’m a l-lot easier to deal with than the ER.” 

She quirked an eyebrow briefly as she spoke, taking a drag of her cigarette as her thoughts raced. She was more than a little buzzed and the fact she had enough coordination or confidence to sort out dragging someone home with her was nothing short of baffling. 

“I w-wasn’t worried about that until you s-said something,” She mumbled, snorting half in alarm and half in amusement as she reached for Taylor’s hand without thinking. She paused, staring at her hand suspended in midair before she thought better of it and shoved it into the pocket of her jeans, nodding in the direction of her home with a soft smile as she waited for Taylor to follow. “I’m s-sure we have something you can eat at mine, you’re not like— vegan or anything, are you?” Ellie was well aware that it would only take them a few minutes to get to her apartment but she couldn’t help the sting of curiosity that arose in her every time she glanced in Taylor’s direction. It wasn’t often she ended her nights with such excitement, or with people she was so attracted to off the bat. 

“Yeah so you wanna play Doctor, literally.” she pointed out, giving Ellie her biggest grin she could muster currently to let her know she truly was just fucking with her. “I’m not that big of a disaster, yet at least. The night is still young” she mused. Watching as Ellie’s hand reached out before retracing Taylor slowly arched a brow, this girl was weird, but she could dig it. 

“Nah fuck that, I like food too much. And chicken nuggets are my most favourite thing...Like ever” she explained finishing off her smoke and making sure to stub it out with her shoe before walking along side Ellie again, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. 

“So, sorry if I ruined your night or whatever. And you know that you really don’t have to help me or anything, this aint my first fight and it sure as hell won’t be my last,”

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“F-fine, I’m fine. Um, usually they aren’t so…” She paused, her nose scrunched for a long moment as she thought, “Aggressive? I mean, I r-really don’t k-know what I have to d-do to get them to l-leave me alone short of t-tattooing ‘I’m gay’ on my b-bloody forehead.” She felt a flush creep up her neck as she watched Taylor move, and for a brief second she considered scolding herself for openly checking her out when she had just more or less gotten the shit kicked out of her purely for Ellie’s sake. 

She let out a low, throaty laugh as Taylor moved to shake her hand and shook her head slowly, “F-Fuck the handshake,” Ellie was positive it was almost all thanks to the alcohol that she had any confidence at all to speak of as she held her own lit cigarette away from her and approached Taylor, pressing a gentle but deliberate kiss to the corner of the other woman’s mouth before she stepped away and grinned gently. 

“Never been much for formality, me. Uh— f-feel free to tell me to fuck off but… would you— can I— come home with me? Or I’ll w-walk you home, or something but I w-would really feel b-better if I could like, p-patch you up. Or something.” Her eyes were wide and curious as she finished speaking, fingering the edge of her jacket, “Please?”

“You’d think that would work but for the most part, but most people seem to think ‘I’m gay’ means ‘yeah sure I’ll still touch your dick, I’m not gay around you, you’re the one exception” she commented with a wave of her hand. “Which on the other side of things, straight girls do it too” she added in, rolling her eyes a little at the memories, but then again almost half the people she’d hooked up with in the past just wanted to get their kicks from hooking up with someone different.

Arching a brow Taylor blew out the smoke from the drag she’d taken only to be caught off guard by the soft kiss. Looking over at Ellie and noticing the girl’s grin she chuckled a little. “Well thanks babe, you know what they say all kisses heal wounds or some shit,”

Taylor’s surprise just seemed to grow as not only was she getting a kiss but now she was being invited over to this girl’s place. Maybe her night wasn’t a complete waste after all, she was still getting to spend time with a cute girl. “You know babe, you don’t have to sleep with me just because I helped you out. I’m not like those dudes” she pointed out with a shrug. “But if you wanna play doctor, I’m not gonna oppose. We should get food though, because I’m fuckin’ starving so you know lead the way, I promise I won’t bleed all over your place,”

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Considering the sheer fact that Ellie had a diagnosed anxiety disorder it was a small wonder she could be around the amount of people that tended to crowd into the local bars on their busiest days; dark eyes shifted across the almost innumerable faces as she sighed lowly into the rim of the glass pressed to her lips. How had she let Evelina talk her into this? Speaking of— her eyes shifted again, searching for her best friend in the crowd— no sign of her was forthcoming and it took everything in her not to groan aloud. “For fuck’s sake, Eve,” She exhaled sharply, downing the rest of the whiskey in her glass before she gestured towards the bar tender and offered as polite a grin as she possibly could for another drink. 

One more drink, she thought absently, one more drink and she would go home and curl up with Law and Order reruns until she passed out in bed. It wasn’t dissimilar to most of her nights and she felt a brief pang of regret that she wasn’t better at picking people up in these situations. 

The loneliness was perpetual and well, for the first time in a long while, Ellie was tired of her own self-imposed isolation. 

She’d kept mostly to herself throughout the night as it was, fielding the advances of the eager men and well, boys, frankly, who’d tried to garner her attention. Of course, that had led to more than a few bold propositions from men absolutely positive they could ‘turn her’ if she’d agree to a night in bed with them— she’d never openly thrown up on someone she wasn’t interested in but she’d wondered as the night went on whether tonight would break that streak. 

Halfway through her last drink she watched three men crowd around her with broad grins on their faces; she met their smiles with a gentle expression in response, “H-hello, can I h-help you?” 

The broadest looking one, she assumed he was the instigator of their little trio, smiled broadly and began, very badly ( in her estimation ) to hit on her. It took Ellie all of three seconds to choke back a laugh and hold up her hand to interrupt their advances even as the looks on their faces made her stomach churn deeply, “I’m g-gonna stop you th-there, love. I’m gay, and I’m t-tired. I’ll b-be finishing this and then I’m on my w-way, so. You’re not likely to get l-lucky here; not with me, anyway.” She made half a move to shift off of her barstool and as the three of them crowded around her she felt a sharp spring of panic rocket through her. 

She was infinitely smaller than the three of them and sure, she could fight if she had to, but she doubted her chances three drinks into her night against men at least twice her size. She nearly jumped out of her skin as another woman approached them and her knees wobbled as a soft calm spread over her at the realization that she was essentially being rescued. Of course, the relief lasted all of three seconds when the fight erupted around her and she was only vaguely conscious of the bouncers tossing her impromptu hero out before she was gathering her things and pushing her way outside. 

She fumbled in her pockets for her cigarettes and held the pack towards the blonde with a bashful grin, “H-here, you can b-bum one. Least I c-could do, right?” Her eyes wandered over the other woman as her brows furrowed, “Christ, th-they got a few good licks in d-didn’t they? A-are you okay? Alright, a-actually, that feels like a stupid q-question, don’t answer that. I—” She paused abruptly, pressing a cigarette between her own lips to calm down, “I’m Ellie.” 

Just as she was about to stumble her way home Taylor caught sight of the cigarettes being held out for her and her quick flash girlfriend being on the other end of them. “Thanks babe,” she replied, chuckling a little as she delicately took one of the cigarettes, placing it between her lips she dug around in her jeans before pulling out her lighter. Slowly arching her brow as she listened to the girl she smirked a little. She wasn’t sure if this girl was just nervous but she was adorable nonetheless. 

“I’m peachykeen, jellybean. Dontcha worry about me. Are you okay?” she asked, lighting the cigarette before holding the light out to light the one now between her new buddies lips.

“I’m Taylor,” she introduced, holding her hand out to shake the girl’s only to pause and retract it as she noticed the blood coating her knuckles. “Let’s skip the handshake...How about a cool arm bump instead?”

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Work as usual, was hell. Though Taylor knew she couldn’t really complain. After all she got to work on cars all day, and make money, which fuelled her addictions, chicken nugget and otherwise, so she couldn’t complain. But, that didn’t mean that she was going to pass up a night out after a long day. And sure most people looked at night outs as something to do with friends but considering Taylor was more of the lone wolf type, friends were never really her style, especially when it came to going out. Most of the time she ended up leaving with a lady, and the last thing she needed was some friend getting in the way of her working her magic.

Scoping out a few places it didn’t take Taylor long to find a place, especially when said place was advertising that girls got in for free that night. Which meant high traffic of over eager dudes, but Taylor wasn’t too worried about them. Within the hour Taylor had talked up a few people, gotten a few drinks and had been spending her time with one girl in particular, and judging by the way the girl was practically gripping her bicep at every other word she said, Taylor knew she’d found her keeper for the night.

“You know, my apartment is just a few blocks away,”

Her gaze travelled from the eyes she definitely hadn’t been looking at all night, to the fingers that were currently playing with the bottom of her shirt, a slight smirk instantly settling over her lips. Sure, picking up girls in bars might be a cliche but hey it was a cliche for a reason and Taylor would never be opposed to hooking up with a girl from a bar, especially if said girl had incredible breasts, legs for days and was offering to bring her to her apartment, which usually meant she could get snack food out of it.

Though this time her gaze was taken away from her possible hook up for the night and to a group across the crowded bar. The typical rowdy assholes that Taylor tended to start bar fights with, though this time she noticed the assholes weren’t just being typical dudes, that there was a poor soul having to deal with them first hand.

“Let’s go, Stud.”

“I..Yeah hang on babe,” taking the girl’s hands off of her Taylor stood up on her toes to glance over at the situation better. As her eyes settled on the girl near the bar she felt that slight twinge in her chest to go over there, blame her hero complex or whatever it was. 

But without another word to her new companion Taylor made her way through the crowded bar, waiting a few feet away to actually try to listen in this time. 

“Pretty little thing like you, I’m sure the three of us would be quite the treat”

Rolling her eyes Taylor had to admit, these dudes were the ones that gave actual gentlemen like herself bad reps. Glancing back at the situation she told herself not to over react, to just be chill. But the moment she had noticed one of the dudes grubby hands making a reach for her, Taylor’s feet were moving before her mind could catch up with the motion.

“Hey babe, sorry I took so long. You know what bartenders are like, they can talk up a storm....” Turning her gaze on the three men from her new spot next to the girl, Taylor narrowed her gaze. “Can I help you?”

“Who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

“Her girlfriend. So you know, better luck next time my man. She’s not interested in you,”

“Pfft, as if you’re her girlfriend. I think she can speak for herself and she sure as fuck did, didn’t you princess?”

Narrowing her gaze Taylor went from glaring at these assholes, to making sure she was the one thing between them and the girl at the bar.

“Look buddy, she already has a girlfriend. She clearly has no interest in being with you, so fuck off. Alright?”

Now, Taylor would be the first to admit that yeah, most times she was the one starting bar fights, after all they were fun who wouldn’t want to. But this time, surprisingly, it was all the other party.

So when one of the guy’s buddies made some off handed comment about fucking both of them, some drunken slurred comment was more like it the fist that connected with the side of her face hit her before she even had a chance to try and make out with the other idiot was trying to say.

Sure, she could have just walked away. But that wasn’t really her style. She was a brawler by nature, so even if completely outnumbered she didn’t hesitate before taking her own swing at this guy. Outnumbered or not, she wasn’t going to let these three creepy stooges lay a hand on this girl.

A black eye, busted lip, bruised knuckles, and probably some bruised ribs later Taylor chuckled a little once she was ‘escorted’ (though basically just shoved) out of the bar. The guys who’d ganged up on her being tossed on to the pavement before scampering off once the threat of the cops came out.

Rolling her eyes she straightened out her jacket, patting around the pockets. “Fuck, seriously....” just as she went to turn back to catch one of the security guards. “Any chance I can get back in to grab my smokes?…Yeah didn’t think so.”