#Hey Johnny (my mutual) I am so sorry that you have to come across this (if you ever do)

[lordofthefeline]

The most fuckable ghoul in the Commonwealth

[ninou-violette]

________ Devotion (11)

John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Soap's POV :

It is still dark. The sun is just coming up, thin rays of light are coming through the curtains. It is heavy. But it is not a suffocating heaviness. It is pleasant. I still feel sleepy when I finally open my eyes. I haven't slept so well for a long time.

I am not in the dormitory. I'm in a room, not my own. As I stretch my arms out to shake myself out of my torpor, my hand bumps into something. Someone, in fact. And at the sight of her back, it all comes back to me, in a stormy flood of confused feelings. I'm a little surprised, as if stunned. I can't believe that it really happened. It really wasn't foreseeable. I was convinced that she was just a proud little bitch who came to play the commander. But she quickly showed me that I was wrong. She saved me. Twice. And from that moment on, I know that my view of her changed. The way she spoke to the team members, in which I used to hear a certain kind of arrogance, turned out to be melodious and caring. Her smile, which I used to find so annoying, has become warm and charming. In fact, all that annoyance, that irritation I felt towards her quickly turned into an attraction that I was unconsciously trying to suppress.

And repressing all this has only served to bring us to this point. In this bed. In her bed.

I think she's still sleeping. Right next to me, her bare back facing me. I could never have imagined seeing her like this. I could never have imagined her showing herself to me like that. That this attraction was mutual. It was crazy. She drove me crazy. Every detail of her body, every movement, every kiss. I can still feel her skin against mine. And right now she's beside me.

I can see her back. And only now I notice this scar. We spent the night together but I only see it now. A huge, pink scar that stretches across most of her back. I can't help but follow the path of this wound with my fingertip. A main line, the largest part of the scar, running parallel to the hollow of her spine, is veined with three other thinner scars. It almost looks as if it has been drawn with a knife. This image makes me shudder.

Where does this scar come from? Did someone do it to her? Or was it an accident?

I know nothing about her.

I can hear her growling as she turns slowly. She is waking up. She is facing me now. Buried in the sheet, she gently rubs her eyes. This image makes me smile. Only I can see her like this.

"Hey" I say softly.

"hey" she says in a whisper.

And now what? Suddenly I feel embarrassed, caught off guard. I'm not sure how to act... But she comes up to me and rests her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. There's nothing to say right now. That's fine.

I too put my arms around her body, my hand caressing her back. I rest my head on top of hers and from here I can smell her shampoo.

"Coconut?"

She lifts her head slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and a small smile on her lips.

"What? Really, you have a funny habit of throwing such random words at me!" she says, laughing.

"You're right, sorry!" I replied, laughing." I meant, your shampoo, it's coconut right?"

"Yes, coconut and almond," she replied, smiling at me. "Why, don't you like it?"

"Oh yes, I love it. You smell really good, you know. From the very first days I realised it. A real cake. To be eaten."

Her smile spreads across her face. She quickly buries her head on my chest before raising it.

"What a flirt."

Then she places her lips on mine. Again. I feel electrified, like yesterday. My arms tighten around her, bringing us a little closer. Then she pulls back slowly, still smiling, still glowing. Her beautiful laughing eyes warm me and hypnotize me.

"You know, I was sure you were interested in Alejandro. You're always so happy and smiling around him. So when you approached me yesterday… Well, I was pleasantly surprised, you know…

"Alejandro?!" she exclaimed.

"Oh Johnny! You have no idea! Alejandro and I are close because speaking Spanish with him reminded me a lot of my youth and... it made me happy. Reconnecting with my old self I mean. But you..." she stops talking, her gaze hanging on mine, dreamy.

Me?" I answered smiling, curious.

"You... I... For the first time in a long, long time I felt attracted to someone. To you, John. But that's okay. Since you didn't like me, it took me a long time to realize it!" She laughed.

"I had some bad ideas about you, it's true. I'm sorry. But to be honest, I quickly realized that I was attracted to you too. And here we are. "

"Yes, here we are. "

We were smiling like idiots. Our naked skins stuck together in our embrace. We were still under the comforter, the day was dawning and we were the only ones existing in our bubble. I would run my fingers through her hair and she would trace each of my scars with her finger. Our eyes and our hands discovered our bodies again, but this time in a pleasant calm. The silence was soft and made this new physical discovery romantic.

"You are so beautiful, John. A true god."

I felt myself blushing immediately. Being complimented like this was out of the ordinary for me.

"You're the goddess, [y/n]."

She smiled tenderly at me and we kissed. I like that. These moments that we had together. I love her smile. I love feeling her skin on mine. I love feeling her hands on my face, her lips on mine, my name in her mouth. I could stay glued to her lips for hours.

"Captain [y/ln]? Is everything all right? Breakfast is served downstairs."

Captain Price's voice and the knock on the door brought us out of our enchanted interlude. We gasped. She pulled herself out of bed with a small "shit!" before dressing in the first clothes that appeared under her field of vision. Despite the awkward situation we were in, I couldn't help but cast my eager gaze over her naked body as she hurriedly dressed in panic.

"I-I'm coming, Captain! Thank you, everything is fine!" she stammered.

"Ah very good! Tell me, did you by any chance see Captain MacTavish yesterday? He wasn't at the dormitory this morning."

Shit. It was my turn to panic. I got up and dressed quickly, trying to pick up the clothes I had haphazardly thrown away last night. Shit, my shirt was missing.

"Ah! Mactavish you say? Uh... I think he went out for a walk this morning. Not sure..."

She gave me a hesitant look, eyes wide, praying that her answer would ring true to our captain's ears.

"Well. No worries. I'll be in the dining hall."

And finally we heard footsteps walking away. [y/n] sighed loudly, obviously relaxed. Then we started to laugh. What a scare! She approached me, putting her arms around my neck, to which my arms responded by wrapping around her waist.

She kissed me tenderly. I liked that.

"[y/n]? I whispered between kisses.

"Hmm? She answered me, with her eyes closed, savoring this moment as I did.

"I think I lost my shirt…"

[ghostgothgeek]

Chaos.

Another for the Phic Phight! This one kinda combines two prompts and I had so much fun writing it! In this, Danny and Tucker don’t know Sam plays video games yet. 5,063 words.

"What do you mean you don’t feel the same way? We´ve had a mutual crush on each other for years." Sam says angrily after finally confessing her love to him. But Danny´s heart was beating hard for someone else entirely. Prompt by phantomfana. 

Danny wants to ask his crush to the upcoming school dance. Prompt by Rikaleeta.

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It was another long night of ghost hunting for Danny. Technus took up the first part of the night, trying to take over the park’s new security system. Tucker was fortunately still awake to help him out with that. Then Johnny and Kitty rolled in, but they weren’t looking for trouble, they just wanted a date night and swore they wouldn’t be a problem. Apparently Fridays were their days off for “everything but each other”. Danny was a romantic, but he didn’t know if this was sweet or nauseating. Ember had put up a good fight, though. He was proud he only had one injury to tend to. He had dodged most of her attacks, but she was still a pretty advanced ghost. And, of course, Danny had caught the Box Ghost six, count them, SIX times. How did he always manage to get out?! He wasn’t difficult to take down, he was just a pest. 

Danny sighed as he sat down at his computer chair. It was only 12:30 am, and it was a Friday. He could sleep in tomorrow and he deserved at least a couple hours of fun. He logged into his online gaming account and saw Tucker was online. Figures. He pulled up the chat anyway. 

Astrohaunt: Hey Tuck. Still up?

Technopedia: You know it. Chaos signed on about a half hour ago and I’m not passing up the opportunity.

Astrohaunt: Dude is so good it’s unreal!

Technopedia: He goes to our school, I tracked one of his IP addresses and he logged in at school a few times.

Astrohaunt: Tucker wtf. That’s creepy!

Technopedia: I just want to make sure Chaos is actually a kid and not Lancer again!

Astrohaunt: I still can’t wrap my mind around Lancer playing Doomed…

Technopedia: Same. But Chaos IP is different from Lancer, so we good. Unless more teachers play Doomed.

Astrohaunt: I hate you for putting that image into my brain.

Technopedia: Sorry dude. But quick come join before someone else gets Chaos.

Danny, Tucker, and Chaos had made a great team. Whenever Chaos was around, they were actually able to progress through the game. They played several rounds until Tucker was caught by his mom and was forced to sign off, but Danny and Chaos kept playing. 

TeamChaos: Hey, what’s up?

Astrohaunt: Omg dude you’re so awesome. 

TeamChaos: Ha, thanks. Gotta blow off steam somehow. 

Astrohaunt: Tell me about it! Between Lancer’s three projects and midterms and...other stuff...this is my only time to actually chill. I’ve been so stressed!

TeamChaos: Same. I did finish one of the projects though. I’m always here if you need to talk, you know. 

Astrohaunt: Wow, I may just take you up on that offer. I’ve had a rough night.

TeamChaos: Lay it on me.

And so Danny, sparing the ghost hunting details, stayed up chatting with Chaos until 5 am. He got along really well with the guy, they had a lot of similar interests. This was just the first of many up-all-night conversations they shared. After a few months, Danny felt a special connection with Chaos, and yet, he didn’t even know his name! 

Astrohaunt: We’ve been talking all these months and I still don’t know your name. I’m Danny. 

TeamChaos: Oh, thought you knew. It’s Sam!

Astrohaunt: Hey! One of my best friends is named Sam! 

TeamChaos: You don’t say!!!

The next day at school, Danny pulled Tucker over to him, whispering, “Dude, help. I think I might be gay....” 

“What?!” Tucker shouted.

“Quiet, Tuck!” 

“Okay, well uh...why?” Tucker sent him a weird look and took a step back. 

“No, not you. Chaos. I think I have a crush on Chaos.” Danny ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do! I never thought I’d be...you know. Chaos and I just have good conversations and he’s always there to listen to me when I need to vent. I thought maybe I found another best friend but...this is different. Chaos is so cool and I’m crushing and I don’t even know who he is or what he looks like! Or if he feels the same way! Maybe I’m just stupid and-”

“Dude, chill. You’re jumping too far ahead of yourself. Whichever way you, you know, swing...I’m still your best friend.” Tucker pulled out his PDA. “Let me see what I can find out. I know Chaos goes to our school.”

“Thanks, Tuck. As if being half ghost wasn’t hard enough! Oh, and he’s in our class, because he’s talked me through assignments and knows what they are and stuff. He’s almost as good as explaining things as Sam. Crap...Sam. Don’t tell her about this!” Danny started fidgeting. 

“Well,” Tucker raised his eyebrows in surprise, “I can tell you with absolute certainty that Chaos is definitely a girl.” 

“You found out who Chaos is?!” 

“What, like it’s hard?” Tucker chuckled. “I traced the IP addresses she uses. I know who she is. So do you,” Tucker smirked, “It shocked me at first, but it makes total sense! And I can totally see why you like her.” 

“Really?” Danny let out a breath in relief. “Okay that makes me feel a lot better...hey, maybe I can ask Chaos to the dance next Saturday!” 

Tucker rested a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Go for it. Ask Sam. I’m almost positive she’ll say yes.”

“Okay, I will...wait, not Sam! Chaos!” Danny clarified. “Well, actually, I think Chaos told me her name was Sam. Ha, small world. I can’t wait to introduce Sam to Sam. I think they would really get along.” 

Tucker busted out laughing, “Oh, dude. You go ahead and do that.” He left Danny standing there in the hallway, still laughing all the way to his next class.

Danny, a bit confused by Tucker’s laughter, shook his head and smiled to himself. Okay, good. He’d had enough identity crises to fill a lifetime. Chaos was definitely a girl. Now if he just knew Chaos returned his feelings, things might actually work out for him this time and he could actually have a girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Sam was having an internal debate of her own. Sitting in a class where the teacher couldn’t give two shits about what the students were doing, she had always used this class as her thinking time. Usually her thinking-about-Danny time. She nervously clicked her pen as she thought about recent events. 

She and Danny spent so much time chatting online when they weren’t hanging out in person. Danny was a little bit more bold online, probably because he didn’t have to interact face-to-face or risk his pants falling down in public again. Online, they talked about everything. No topic was off limits. Plus, Sam felt like their friendship had only grown even stronger when they could chat online and not have to worry about blushing or getting teased by Tucker. Chatting online took away all the pressure and made it much easier to connect with Danny. 

Danny hadn’t said anything yet, of course. He was probably scared. Hell, she was scared. She was already so in love with him, and getting closer online only further solidified that fact. She had never been in love before, and even though she hunts ghosts, this was more terrifying! She was fairly certain he returned her feelings, but both were too chicken to actually make that final step. They’ve been best friends forever. She didn’t want to mess up their already great dynamic or force Tucker to be the third wheel, though he did insist he was more than okay with that and encouraged them to finally get together. 

Sam stopped clicking her pen as she suddenly remembered it was senior year. They hadn’t picked colleges yet, but whether they ended up going to the same school or not, things were going to change. Danny was very attractive, and going off to college meant girls may actually approach him when they didn’t know his parents were ghost fighters. The fact had never bothered Sam, but she did kind of like how it kept most girls at school from asking him out or giving him attention. Valerie had been a challenge, especially because she was a ghost hunter herself and probably wanted to get tips from his parents. Sam was glad that relationship ended relatively early. It was too hard on her. Joyous or not, though, she was still mad at Valerie for how she broke his heart. 

But that was 2 years ago. They had all moved on and friendships were more or less mended across the board. This made Sam glance at her favorite picture of her and Danny. Tucker had taken the candid picture and it was now her phone’s background. In it, Danny was giving Sam a piggyback ride. Her arms were lightly strung around his neck, legs looped around his waist. Danny had kept going in the opposite direction Sam told him to go, which frustrated her but also made her laugh. She had rested her chin on his shoulder, her face pressed right up against his. Danny was looking at her and Tucker had captured that rare moment when Sam had a huge grin on her face, still laughing. She smiled at the picture. They would be okay no matter what. Their friendship would survive.

Anyway, Sam also realized she had already come close to losing Danny, in more ways than one. Whether it was to other girls or a ghost, there was always that anxiety stirring in her head that she could lose him entirely some day. Life was too short. She needed to take the plunge for both of them and just get them both over this hurdle, and they could finally, finally, actually get together. 

Sam made her decision. It was now or never. She was going to tell him. Today. The trio was meeting up at Danny’s house later anyway, and if she got there early enough, she could talk to him before Tucker showed up and teased them about it. Sam firmly nodded her head to herself, a confirmation of her decision. It was finally time.

After school, Danny was pacing in his room, trying to figure out how he wanted to do this. Asking a girl to the dance wasn’t a huge deal, and yet at the same time, it was. He would rather ask in person, but he still didn’t know what Chaos looked like, so asking in person seemed to be off the table. He could look in the yearbook for all the girls named Sam at their school. He could already omit one Sam Manson from that list. How many Sams could possibly attend their school? It would be easier to ask Tucker, though. Tucker already knew who she was. Sam and Tucker were on their way over right now. When Sam wasn’t paying attention, he could ask Tucker for Sam’s full name. 

Chaos Sam, not best friend Sam. God, this was so confusing. Why were girls so hard for him? Freshman year, Paulina only liked his ghost half and wouldn’t give his human half the time of day. Sophomore year, Valerie hated his ghost half and that hatred was more important to her than her feelings for his human half. Junior year, he had been denying that he was in love with his best friend. And now that he had finally accepted that he did like his best friend as much more than a friend, a new girl entered the picture and he now found himself trying to choose between two Sams. Because it apparently wasn’t hard enough for him already to make the biggest and most important change he could possibly make in a friendship, let’s add another crush to the mix and give them the same name.

Sam. Best friend Sam - that’s who he was planning on asking originally, even if he chickened out and had to ask her as a friend instead. Plus, he and Sam had somehow gotten closer recently, and he was pretty sure she liked him. Sure, it was only because Tucker told him so, but it was a possibility. The thing was, he didn’t want to ruin things. Especially because he truly didn’t know how Sam, best friend Sam, felt about him. She was a tough and courageous girl, surely she would have said something by now if it were true. So Tucker must be pulling his leg.

But he did have another option - Chaos Sam, who may actually return his feelings. Sure, the feelings weren’t nearly as strong as what he felt for his best friend, but the feelings were still there. Plus, if he got rejected by Chaos, it would be less heartbreaking than being rejected by Sam, someone he had known for years rather than months. He could deal with losing a newer friend, but not one of his best friends. Sam was too important and he knew he needed her in his life.

Danny sighed. This was really hard, but he made a decision. It was easier to go with Chaos than risk ruining things with Sam. Danny had enough drama going on in his life already, he needed an easy win. 

He broke from his thoughts when the doorbell rang. He ran downstairs and opened it, only slightly surprised to see Sam there. She was usually early for things. He and Tuck were more prone to being late. 

“Hey, Sam. Come on in!” Danny moved so Sam could enter his house. He shut the door and followed her upstairs and back to his room as she returned his greeting. She was pacing the same path he just had, muttering quietly to herself. She looked nervous. “Something on your mind?” 

Sam was startled out of her thoughts. “Huh? Oh yeah.” She noticed his disheveled appearance, also noting he was fidgety. Was he going to do what she was about to do? “What about you, you look like you’ve been thinking a little too hard about something.” She smiled softly. 

Danny chuckled, “Yeah, but it’ll resolve itself soon. I’ll worry about it after the movies. Tuck should be here any second. Oh, but I’m glad you’re early. Can you help me with something quick?” 

“Of course.” Sam followed him to his desk, smiling and rolling her eyes when he pointed to a homework problem. “I should have known.” 

Danny gave her a lopsided smile and watched as she showed him how to do the problem in her perfect handwriting. It took no more than a couple of minutes. Now, they were just waiting for Tucker to arrive. 

Sam looked at the time. He would be here soon. She needed to do this now. She needed to tell Danny. She couldn’t wait until after the movies for him to tell her. She had already waited long enough and couldn’t bear another second.

“Danny, can I talk to you for a second?” She sat down on his bed and gestured for him to do the same. 

Danny could sense the seriousness in her voice, and nodded anxiously. He was scared when Sam was serious about things. It was usually something bad.

“Danny…” She decided to get straight to the point. “I like you. As in like-like you. More than like, and more than a friend. And we’ve been doing this dancing around for at least 4 years now and I’m sick of it. I just want to be with you already. What do you say?” Sam held her breath as she waited for Danny to answer. 

He stared at her with wide eyes before nervously rubbing the back of his neck and turning his attention to his shoes, avoiding eye contact with the goth. God, why him?! He had stupidly thought, for once, things would be easier for him this time. He had already sent an offline message to Chaos that he wanted to ask her something, and then Sam had to come along and tell him what he had wanted to hear for some time now. But he couldn’t blow Chaos off when he had already somewhat asked. Of course, his life just had to be complicated every step of the way. He really liked both girls and didn’t want to hurt his best friend. Regardless, he had to be honest. He owed Sam that much. “Well, I mean, yeah, but…” 

“But what?” Sam whispered, clearly already upset. Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen. He decided to try going with Chaos so he could avoid heartbreak from his best friend. The very thing he had been so afraid of, he was doing to her right now. 

Danny sighed again. “But I can’t. I’m so sorry, Sam.” It was hard to choke out, but he said it, and he felt terrible. He pressed his lips together and kept staring at his shoes until Sam lifted his chin up, forcing him to look at her. 

“What do you mean you don’t feel the same way? We’ve had mutual crushes on each other for years!” Sam said angrily, feeling her heart break as her best friend and love of her life rejected her confession of love. She was so sure he returned her feelings! Especially after all the great conversations they had shared online these last few months. “Or, at least, I thought we did.” Tears swelled in her eyes. Did he lead her on? “I-I need an explanation, Danny,” she quietly stated after he didn’t continue. 

Danny frowned and his heart ached. He didn’t want to hurt his best friend like this. Hell, he really liked her! Of course their crushes were mutual! And if this had happened 6 months ago instead of now, he would have jumped at the chance. But now...now he had Chaos and already forced himself to stick with his decision. It was easy with Chaos; there was no friendship to risk, no denying of being lovebirds or brushing off kisses as fakeout makeouts. Plus, he couldn’t lie to his best friend. She would know if he was lying. And he already told himself she deserved the truth. “There’s...someone else…” 

“What?” Sam whispered before turning angry again, “Paulina? Valerie? Star?” she spat out. 

Danny shook his head, “Ew, no...it’s someone I met online...I’m so sorry, Sam. I like you a lot, I really do, but I think I’ve already come to the conclusion that I like this girl I met online, Chaos, and I have to try to see that through.” 

Many emotions crossed Sam’s face as she pieced together what he just said. At first she was upset, but as he explained himself, she felt disbelief, confusion, anger, and finally, hope. He couldn’t really be that clueless, right? “Show me.” 

“Huh? I mean, I don’t actually know what she looks like, but we message every night and she really understands me! I know it sounds ridiculous, but-” 

“Show me,” Sam repeated. “Show me her profile.” 

“You’re not going to hurt her, are you?” Danny questioned cautiously.

“No, of course not. Just shut up and show me the profile.” Sam was more calm now, and that was kind of scary. Even though Sam said she wouldn’t hurt Chaos, he didn’t want to give her the chance. But he knew how stubborn his friend was, and eventually in whatever way, she would force the information out of him. 

Danny sighed and pulled up the profile to show Sam. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’m still your best frien-” 

“Shut up.” Sam scrolled through what Danny pulled up for her and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Closing her eyes slowly, she took a deep breath. “Didn’t Chaos tell you her name?” 

“Uh,” Danny thought, “oh yeah! She said her name was Sam, because I thought she was a boy at first and I had an existential crisis, but then Tucker told me-” 

“Danny. I’m Sam.” 

“No I know, and sure it’ll be a little weird cause you’re Sam and she’s Sam, it’s confusing, but I-” 

Sam interrupted him once again. She could hear Tucker’s footsteps approaching. She was running out of time to not make this a spectacle. “No, Danny. Chaos. Sam. Me. I’m Sam. I am Sam,” 

Tucker only heard the tail end of the conversation as he entered the room. Never able to pass up a comedic opportunity, he smirked and added “I am Sam. Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham!” 

It was suddenly silent in the room as his friends seized conversation and glared at him. Oops. 

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Tucker could see the fire in Sam’s eyes. “Uh, oh wait I forgot my...sock. I’ll be downstairs!” He raced out of the room.

Sam turned her attention back to Danny. “No, you stupid fucking MORON. I am Chaos. You’ve been talking to me the whole time. I thought you knew that!” Danny stared at her blankly until she pulled out her phone and he watched her log into her account, proving it to him. Sure enough, it was Chaos’s profile. He could see all the direct messages between them, including his offline message about wanting to ask her something.

“Wait, you? You’re Sam? I mean, Chaos? I mean Sam?” Danny looked back and forth between the profile and his best friend. 

“UGH!” Sam shouted as she threw her hands in the air. “Yes, Danny. That’s me! Did you really not notice that Chaos was the same age as me and a girl who goes to our school? We have the same name and interests! Didn’t you wonder why it was so easy to talk right off the bat? I thought you put that all together and us just pretending to not know each other was a little bit you were trying to do or something!” 

Danny stared at her as he continued to piece it all together. He was definitely embarrassed. He felt so stupid. How could he not tell that Chaos was Sam, his best friend since 7th grade? Talk about being totally clueless. 

Wait. Clueless? Well, fuck! He got the nickname now! 

His eyes flickered back and forth as he thought everything through. Eventually, he started to crack a smile. “Wait, so I’ve had a crush on you and also you? You’re the same person! This is great! Do you know what this means?!” 

Sam slapped her forehead and began walking downstairs. “I don’t even know if this is worth it anymore…” 

“Wait, how come Tuck and I never knew you played video games! We can enter team tournaments! You’re so good!” Danny chased after her. 

Tucker watched as Sam grumbled about Danny caring more about video games than her. An excited Danny was right on her tail. 

“Tucker! Sam is Chaos! I’ve been in love with Sam this whole time!” Danny explained. 

“Tucker, I need you to refrain me from slapping his stupid clueless face,” Sam started. 

“Wait, you didn’t know Sam was Chaos? Dude! I thought I was obvious about that!” Tucker began laughing at Danny. 

“I know, so did I.” Sam crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Danny, you can calculate levels of rocket fuel and figure out how to get us to Mercury or something,” Tucker started. 

“Mars, actually,” Danny corrected. 

“But you can’t figure out that your best friend and your crush are the same person? You’re more than Captain Clueless, you’re like….Lieutenant Clueless? That’s like, bigger right?” Tucker continued. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Tuck,” Sam chimed in. 

“Shut up Sam, this isn’t about you,” Tucker immediately stopped his train of thought when he felt Sam glaring daggers at him. “Heh, uh. Except it does. It actually has nothing to do with me. I’m sorry I told you to shut up, please don’t hurt me!” He threw his hands up in front of himself in defense. 

“Relax, Tucker. I’m more angry with this fucking dingus,” she pointed her thumb in Danny’s direction. 

The halfa was about to protest, then closed his mouth. “That’s fair, I deserve that.” 

“I can’t even look at you right now. You scared me! I poured out my emotions to you. I thought you were rejecting me and that I would have to change my name and move to a different country! Wait, are you still rejecting me?” Sam stopped her pacing to look at him. 

“Of course not, Sammy!” 

“Oh don’t you ‘Sammy’ me! I told you I love you, you stupid fucking idiot!” Sam began throwing pillows at Danny, who expertly dodged them (though as a result, Tucker got hit in the face by one). 

“Technically, you didn’t say ‘love’ you said ‘like’”, Danny offered as Tucker shook his head and slashed finger across his neck, signaling Danny to stop talking. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I’m going to go jump off a cliff now!” Sam growled and Danny let out a small “oomph” as one of the pillows finally got him. 

“I’m out. Good luck, bro!” Tucker quickly slipped out the door, leaving Danny and Sam alone. 

Sam was about to follow Tucker out when Danny stopped her, “please don’t leave!” She still had angry tears in her eyes. He frowned. This was not how he expected things to go. She watched him for a few seconds before sitting down on the couch, refusing to look at him. “Sam I’m so sorry, this is just a huge misunderstanding.”

“No, Danny. It’s not. You were going to turn me down to go out with someone else.”

“But that someone was still you!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know that! We’ve been friends for years, and you were more interested in someone you just met a few months ago! I don’t want to be anyone’s second choice, Danny! I’ve been standing by for years as you continuously chose other girls over me. I thought we were done with that, and that you were finally choosing me first, but you won’t and you never will and I’m so stupid.” Sam put her head in her hands as she tried her hardest not to let tears fall. 

And that was when he finally figured it out. It wasn’t just the moment of rejection, it was years of rejection, and at her biggest confession, she still thought he was choosing someone over her. Not to mention, Tucker witnessed most of the conversation. Sam rarely showed her emotions. She always had her heart guarded, and he knew this. Tucker knew this. Hell, she didn’t even tell them she was rich until after a few years of friendship. It took them a while to get her to open up to them. She was a pretty private person. She was probably already hurt like this before. And now, she was probably embarrassed.

“You’re definitely not stupid. I’m stupid. I should have known it was you. That was actually what I really liked about Chaos, she reminded me of you.” 

Sam forced a small sarcastic laugh, “Yeah, right.” 

“No really,” Danny sat on the couch next to her and grabbed her hand, placing it in both of his. “Sam, you’re absolutely incredible. How dumb would I have to be to not notice?” Sam gave him a pointed look. “Okay yeah but it’s not the way you think it is. I liked Chaos because she was a lot like you. She reminded me of you. And it just seemed easier to go with her because she was basically you, but she and I didn’t have a really great friendship that could have gotten ruined if we broke up or something. I could live without her, but I can’t live without you. You’re always my number one. Always have been, always will be. Even if I did just fuck everything up. I’m so sorry, Sam. I’m ready to be with you, if you’ll still have me.” 

Sam stayed silent and stared at her lap, processing this new information. Of course she would forgive him; she always did. She just needed a little time. 

Danny was getting nervous that he really did fuck this up for good. This was so fucking important! He couldn’t risk fucking this up! Sensing her hesitation, Danny tried one more thing to get her back. One thing he hasn’t done before. One thing he just learned how to perfect.  

“Sammy, I’m sorry,” a duplicate popped up next to her on the other side of the couch, startling her. 

“Please forgive me?” Another duplicate was floating in front of her, hanging upside down, hair flopping all over the place. 

“I know I’m a dummy but,” Sam snapped her head towards a third duplicate. 

“I’m only a dummy because I’m in love. With you,” the real Danny finished. Sam looked back and forth between all the Dannys.  

“We’re sorry, Sammy,” all the duplicates said at once. 

Sam was trying really hard to hold back a smile. “You learned how to duplicate,” she stated simply. 

Original Danny grabbed her hands. “Sam. I will make this up to you. I promise.” 

She could hear the determination in his voice and sighed. “You better.” 

Danny smiled and hugged her. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! I love you so much!”

Sam pushed him off of her. “I love you too, you fucking idiot.” 

“But I get to be your idiot!” Sam couldn’t hold her laughter back anymore. “Oh!” Danny shouted, “Will you go to the dance with me? Please?” 

Sam pretended to ponder the answer before saying “alright”. 

“Yay!” All 4 Dannys cheered. The duplicates on either side of her kissed her cheeks as the real Danny kissed her forehead tenderly. The final duplicate, feeling left out, squeezed his way in to give her a hug. 

Sam was now roaring with laughter before kissing the real Danny sweetly. “You know, duplicates won’t always get you out of trouble,” she warned. 

“Yeah, but they could come in handy for other things,” he wagged his eyebrows up and down suggestively before passionately kissing her, the duplicates kissing her neck and touching her in near-dangerous places. 

Sam bit back a moan, eyes lustful before smirking, “I think you just found a way to make it up to me.” She began dragging the real Danny and one of his duplicates back to his room. Fuck the movies.

[hyuniepot]

enigma || qian kun

e·nig·ma • /iˈniɡmə/ • noun

a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.

pairing || kun x reader

genre || college au

word count || 2,715

warnings || mentions of alcohol and smoking

author’s note || tbh this started out as a longer fic but... something in me really wanted it to end when it did. but maybe there could be a part 2 someday idk idk (also apologies for repeating text again, tumblr is rlly out to get me)

You’re annoyed.

It’s cold. Your shoes are soaked from walking through puddles left behind from the rain showers earlier in the day. Your best friend, Hana — the one who begged you to come to this party — was talking your ear off. Usually, dealing with her chatterbox self was easy, but you weren’t in the mood to talk.

“I think I’m nervous,” she says. “I feel like if I stop talking I’m gonna start freaking out! I mean, how am I supposed to be calm going to a party like this?”

You furrow your brows. “Don’t you go to parties like this every weekend?” you question.

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

“Johnny’s,” Hana replies. “His parents own this place, but whenever they’re out of town, he uses it to throw the best parties at least once a year.”

“How cliche…” you mumble.

You finally enter the house alongside Hana. The loud music and all the smells immediately send you into sensory overload. Hana grabs onto your hand and leads you into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey!” A guy with brown hair greets Hana as soon as she walks in. “I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Johnny!” she grins. “Sorry for the wait, I took way longer getting ready than I wanted.”

“No problem, the party's just getting started! So I’m assuming this is the friend you were telling me about?” Johnny turns his attention to you. His gaze is intense.

Hana nods. “Yep, dragged them here with me. I just knew I had to, parties like this are always the best.”

Johnny nods, grinning slightly. His eyes are still burning into you. “She’s right. You’re gonna have a blast.”

You nod and smile just to be polite. Your eyes dart around the room trying to avoid Johnny’s. They’re like daggers. Hana grabs two drinks and before either of you have a chance to say anything, nods to a nearby doorway.

You follow her into the other room and take a seat next to her on an empty sofa. It doesn’t take long before she gets distracted again.

“Oh! Doyoung! Yuta!” she waves to two boys across the room. They both turn to her and smile before making their way over to where you were both sitting.

“Hey,” Doyoung says. You knew him pretty well, you had a class with him and a few mutual friends as well. “Didn’t know you guys would be here.”

You shrug. “Always expect the unexpected,” you joke, taking a red cup from Hana’s hand. You take a sip, cringing from the overwhelming taste of alcohol. You’re not sure why you expected it to taste good. But you had to tough it out and wait until you were buzzed enough to think the alcohol tastes good.

“You guys playing beer pong later?” Yuta asks, sitting down next to Doyoung. “I mean, we need a team we know we can beat,” he says, laughing.

Hana rolls her eyes. “Thanks for the invite, but no. We’re both terrible,” she says. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Speak for yourself…

Out of the corner of your eye you see the front door fly open. A tall guy enters, both hands carrying cases of alcohol. Two other people are behind him; you only recognize one — Ten. He was known as “the hot exchange student from Thailand” for a few months before anyone you knew got the guts to talk to him just to find out he was a sweetheart. You had only talked to him a handful of times.

Everyone cheered as the person entered. You assumed it was Jaehyun since multiple people yelled his name. He beamed from all the cheering, dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks; he looked cute, there was no denying it.

Ten weaves his way around Jaehyun and makes his way to where you were sitting, the other boy following behind. Ten picks up a cup from the table. “God, finally I can drink. Jaehyun made me his designated driver as soon as I got here.”

“Is that your drink?” you ask. You were really hoping he didn’t just grab a random cup.

Ten takes a drink, shrugging. “Should be. Looks like it. I told Lucas to guard it but,” he sighs. “He’s nowhere to be seen. As usual. I should know better, asking Lucas to stay still at a party is impossible.”

He puts his arm around the boy standing behind him. “This is Sicheng, by the way. I think you know him, right Yuta?”

Yuta nods. “Yeah. We have a few classes together. Hey.”

Sicheng grins. “Hi, Yuta.”

Sicheng didn’t look like a party person. He looked like you; someone who was dragged to this party by their much more outgoing friend.

“Anyways. It was nice seeing you guys. We need to go find Lucas and Kun.” Ten says. And like that, Ten disappeared into a pool of people surrounding the area where you sat.

You didn’t know either of the people he listed; you were getting more and more used to that.

Jaehyun finally makes his way towards you, still carrying the cases of alcohol. He looks at Doyoung and Yuta and nods towards a group of people behind him. “Beer pong’s starting. Taeyong and Taeil want to take you guys on first.”

Doyoung downs the rest of his drink. “Got it. Let’s go win our first game of the night, Yuta!” They both get up and run out of the room.

“Hey, Jaehyun,” Hana smiles.

Jaehyun smirks. “Hey. It’s been awhile since I saw you last, how are you?” he asks.

“Oh, you know. The usual. Trying to survive my classes. This is my friend by the way, the one I was telling you about.”

They really must enjoy talking about me, huh?

You smile. “Hi.”

Jaehyun nods. “Nice meeting you finally. I’d give you a proper greeting, but,” he raises his arms. “Kinda busy.”

“Right!” Hana says. “Sorry for holding you up.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. I’m kinda stalling going back into the kitchen, Johnny’s an hour ahead of me. He’s on the road of getting shitfaced,” he chuckles. “I’ll see you guys later, maybe.” he walks away from you and Hana and into the kitchen.

“Okay, let’s go.” Hana stands up and grabs your hand, almost spilling your drink in the process.

“Where?” you ask, getting up from your seat. It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself from almost tripping and spilling your drink.

Hana drags you through a group of people. “To watch the beer pong game! I’ll bet you five dollars that Yuta and Doyoung will lose.”

Everything went as per usual.

You weren’t even surprised as you stumbled up the stairs and through an unfamiliar hallway, praying to find an empty room you could lay down in.

After the first beer pong match (which Yuta and Doyoung lost, so you owed Hana five bucks), you lost Hana, but you stayed with Doyoung and Yuta for a while. You drank too fast and it all hit you at once. You felt nauseous and your head was pounding from the loud music that had been blaring for hours.

You open the first door you see. You see two people in bed. You slam the door shut. “Sorry…” you apologize, squeezing your eyes shut.

You shake your head and continue your way down the hallway. One door is open. You poke your head in, looking around to make sure it was empty and that no one was in the bed. It was empty. You enter, turning on a lamp next to the bed and sitting down on it.

You close your eyes in an attempt to try and soothe your head, but it’s pointless. You were burning up. Were you running a fever?

There’s a balcony connected to the room. You make your way to it and open the doors, the cool air instantly hitting you. It feels amazing. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You smell something familiar in all of this unfamiliarity; Cigarette smoke. It’s unmistakable.

You open your eyes, nearly jumping out of your skin when you see a figure standing on the leftmost side of the balcony. “Shit!” you cry out.

The person just looks at you, cigarette in between their fingers. They blow a puff of smoke before turning their head.

You put your hand on your chest. “Sorry. You scared me.”

“Don’t worry.” they say, sighing.

You step onto the balcony and go to the right, sitting down on a chair. “Um… and sorry for… intruding on you, I guess. I just needed some air.” you say softly. You look towards them.

“It’s alright.” they reply. They turn their head towards you, taking another puff from his cigarette. “I’m Kun.”

The name was familiar. “Kun…” you repeat. “You know Ten, right?”

Kun nods, chuckling a bit. “Yeah. That asshole brought me here knowing I absolutely hate parties.” he sits at a chair identical to yours on his side of the balcony. “I’ve been up here the whole night. I took my chance to hide once he left.”

You grin. “Nice. I don’t blame you. I’m… not much of a partier myself.” you say.

Kun taps his cigarette, small ashes falling from it. He catches you still looking at him. “What? Want a smoke or something?”

You shake your head. “No, no thanks… I don’t smoke.” you tell him.

“Hm,” Kun shrugs and takes another puff. “What are you scared of?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Cancer.”

Kun scoffs. “I’m not talking about the cig. I don’t care that you don’t smoke. I’m asking you what you’re really scared of.”

“Oh,” you say. He actually wants to have a deep conversation within five minutes of meeting. That might be a record. “I don’t know…” you cross your arms. Now that you had cooled off, the air was no longer relieving. “What are you scared of?”

“There’s a reason I asked you,” Kun replies, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Oh, come on.” you laugh. “Everyone has a fear, tough guy.”

“Really? Then why won’t you tell me yours?” Kun asks.

You pause. “Because I can’t think straight,” you admit. “And… I have a lot of fears,” you add softly.

“Like what? Death? Bugs?” Kun leans back in his chair.

“I’m scared of death.” you admit. “I don’t really like needles either… or the dark.”

“You have pretty reasonable fears.” Kun replies. “A lot of people tell me they’re scared of those things.”

“But not you, right?” you joke.

Kun shakes his head. “No. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m scared of. I’m not scared of death. I’m a smoker for God’s sake. Needles are gross but I wouldn’t say I’m scared of them. And I have no problem with the dark.” he explains. “Are you scared of the dark or the things in it?”

You think. “I guess the things in it. It’s the unknown.”

“Is that why you got scared when you saw me?” he asks.

You hesitantly nod. “Yeah. That’s the shit I hate.”

It falls silent. “Do you wanna go home?” Kun asks.

You almost get whiplash from how fast he changed the subject. “Depends,” you reply. “Are you trying to get me to come home with you, or…”

Kun chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I’m being serious. I can walk you home, I was planning on leaving after that cigarette.”

“Oh,” you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. “I guess… I live on campus though.”

“I do too,” Kun says, standing up.

“You do?” you join him. “I’ve never seen you.”

“I have morning classes and I don’t do much besides homework in the afternoon so… I’m not out of my dorm a lot unless I’m in dire need of food. Maybe that’s why?” Kun steps back inside and you follow. He closes the balcony doors.

“Yeah,” you had afternoon classes and you had the same schedule as him when it came to after school activities. You had probably passed him without realizing it. “That sounds about right.”

You follow Kun out of the room and down the hallway towards the other side of the house — there was a way to the back door from another staircase. You and Kun were able to leave the house without anyone noticing. Hana would be pissed if she found out you decided to ditch, but you knew she’d be too drunk to get mad. That was for tomorrow.

“Do you know Johnny or Jaehyun?” Kun asks. The party atmosphere slowly fades away.

“Not really. Mutual friends,” you reply. “I came with my friend who knows them pretty well.”

“Ah,” Kun nods. “I’ve known Johnny for a few years now… but you know, every college kid wants to be friends with the party animal so… I don’t get surprised anymore when everyone I meet somehow knows him.”

You chuckle. “I had no idea about all these parties…” you tell him.

“Lucky you,” Kun pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one. “I’m always dragged to these things, I end up enjoying them but sometimes but other times, like tonight, I’m just not in the mood. I just wanna sleep.”

“Ditto.” you reply. “Those things are bad for you, you know.” you tell him, as if he hasn’t heard that phrase a million times before.

“Really?” Kun asks, exhaling. “I had no idea.”

The smell of the smoke makes your headache return. But at the end of the day, it’s his body; there’s no point in shaming someone’s addiction.

“Sorry,” Kun sighs. “I know it’s rude to smoke on your face.” he takes one finaly drag before dropping the cigarette and putting it out.

“It’s okay.” you reply. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.” you didn’t know why, but you felt the need to apologize.

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Kun laughs. “I’ve heard much worse from strangers. Ten is so dramatic about it I have to shower before I see him or he’ll tell me I smell because of the tobacco smell. I’m kinda used to it,”

You giggle. “Sounds exactly like Ten.” you say softly.

The walk back to campus was much shorter than the walk to Johnny’s — at least, it felt that way. Maybe because Kun wasn’t talking your ear off and making your blood boil at the same time.

“I’d love to chat more but, I think this is where we part ways.” Kun says, opening the doors. “I really gotta get to bed because I know Ten’s gonna call me in the morning and yell at me to come pick him up, so…”

You grin. “I’ll probably be in the same predicament,” you tell him.

He nods. “Goodnight.”

You return his nod and start to make your way back to your dorm, but something stops you. “Wait,” you turn to ask Kun if you could have his phone number or if you two could see each other again soon, but he was completely out of sight.

That is when you realized you didn’t want Kun to be a stranger.

[chuckbass-love]

Johnny storm fic rec where he had a daughter young and even though he is an arrogant fuckboy he’s a really great father

Hi lovely. First of all, thank you for the request, i love it and second of all, i’m so sorry for the long wait. I’ll be saying this to everyone who has requested because i’ve been terrible with writing.��

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Warning: None, all cute and fluffy. Soft Johnny. 

Word Count: 1,481

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @pantherclawz go check them out���️

My World

First things first, you’re not the usual type that even drives past bars like these let alone stepping a single foot in one and secondly, you’re not the type to talk to a stranger at a bar like this and yet here you are. 

Sat next to said stranger, drink in hand and 10 minutes deep into a conversation but soon enough you get bored. It’s blatantly obvious that he’s a fuck boy, after sex or any kind of fooling around. And to say you’re opposed would be an understatement. You don’t do that. You actually prefer to get to know the person before any kind of intimacy takes place. 

He continues to go on about his plans for the rest of the night before turning to you “so, fancy joining me?” he asks, a hint of optimism in his voice and what he will never admit to anyone right now is that he just wants the company. He knows all about the reputation his name holds but he’s not after anything like that. As much as it comes across like he sleeps with anything that has a pulse, it’s not entirely true. He too likes to get to know the other person before jumping into bed with them.

But you made a snap judgment, something you tend to do quite a lot.

“Um, yeah. i’ll pass” you turn your head away, rolling your eyes and trying to catch the bar mans attention so that you can order another drink but the mystery dude speaks up again “did i do something wrong?” and you’re back to looking at him again.

You’re quick to defend yourself, stuttering over your words “y-yes, i mean n-no. No, you didn’t. I’m sorry” 

“Sure seems like it” he chuckles nervously and silence falls upon the two of you, an awkward one at that.

The bar man brings you your drink and you flash him a smile which he reciprocates, he can probably sense the tension. 

Since you’re not talking to this stranger, he takes this as his opportunity to pull his phone out, his lock screen photo appearing and catching your attention. And once you see it, you’re instantly intrigued. It’s a photo of him with a little girl, she must be around 5 at least. 

It couldn’t be... could it?

“Who’s that?” your voice makes him jump a little before he sighs “it’s my daughter” his muttering is more than enough of an indication that he really just doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe you were too much of a bitch to him. 

“Look, about before, i’m sorry. I really am i just got the impression that you were after sex” 

“You assume the worst a lot then?” 

“Yeah it’s kinda my deal, but i’m sorry”

More silence falls upon you both and you have no idea why. Maybe your apology hasn’t been accepted which is understandable. You finish the rest of your drink before checking the time on your watch, it’s getting kind of late now so you should definitely get home. 

The only reason you came here in the first place was because you broke up with your boyfriend. It destroyed you to even say those words to him but you just weren’t in it anymore. You fell out of love and this was the only place you could think of that wouldn’t involve you bumping into someone you already know.

“How much for the drinks?” you ask and the bar man stalks over to your spot “2 shots of tequila and 2 vodka sodas. That’ll be 35″ he winks and you rummage through your purse to find the money before eventually sliding it over to him and putting your coat back on.

But before you can leave, the guy speaks up.

“For the record, i wasn’t after sex and i accept your apology” 

That alone makes you smile and soon after he turns around to face you again.

“I was talking to you because you seemed down. I was hoping to maybe cheer you up and maybe get a kiss along the way” he smirks, chuckling to himself about his joke.

“You really know how to change someones perception don’t you” you giggle, taking your seat next to him again “i’m Y/N by the way” you hold your hand out to shake his.

“Johnny” he takes your hand in his, shaking it and somehow causing shivers to run down your spine.

“So how old is your daughter?” you scoot a little closer and he turns his phone on to give you another glimpse at her “5. Yeah i was young when i had her. Her mom and i split up shortly after, it was mutual and i guess it made us better parents”

“Really how so?”

“Well we certainly don’t argue anymore that’s for sure”

“How was it, having a daughter so young” you enquire

“It was hard, i’ll admit. But she’s my world, i wouldn’t give her up or change her for anything”

You can’t believe this, you had him all wrong. You go to ask him more about her but he beats you to it.

“Anyway, enough about me, what about you, what brought a gorgeous girl like you here all alone tonight?”

“Fresh off a breakup and so i decided drowning my sorrows and guilt here would be a great decision” and somehow the compliment catches you off guard but you cover it.

“Well, whatever it is try not to feel bad. I’m sure he’ll heal and if you weren’t happy then you did what was best”

“Quite the advice giver aren’t you?” 

A smug look appears as he agrees without even so much as a second to hesitate “i am indeed”

All of a sudden his phone lights up with the name Eva appearing.

“Hey”

“Yeah sure, i got time, is she okay?”

“Put her on the phone”

“Lily honey, why aren’t you asleep?” he asks, different pitch in his voice and now it’s obvious he’s talking to his daughter.

“Well, what would help you sleep?”

“Daddy? Um, is mommy okay with this?” 

A loud laugh escapes his mouth as you watch him happily, he seems so fulfilled with being a dad. Like it’s second nature to him to take care of his daughter and put her needs before his own. The definition of a great dad.

“Okay, i’ll be there soon sweetie okay?” 

“Okay, i love you too”

He hangs up the phone, a huge grin plastered across his face “sorry about that”

“No, don’t apologise. Was that your daughter?”

“Lily? Yeah. She can’t sleep and has pretty much demanded i go over to read her a story so i better get going” he takes out some money to hand the bar man before slipping his leather jacket back on and standing up. You do the same following him out of the bar and into the street to hail a cab.

“It was really nice meeting you by the way” he stops as a cab pulls up next to the pavement and he opens the door for you “yeah, it was nice meeting you too. Short but sweet” you say, unsure of whether or not a hug or a kiss would be appropriate right now. 

After the events of the last hour, you gotta say you’d love to see him again.

Before you can even make that decision though, he leans in, his lips touching yours ever so slightly. Enough for it to be a kiss but you can see he’s holding back so you close the gap between you and place your hands either side of his face to deepen it. 

Somehow you get the feeling that you were supposed to meet him, even if you only spoke to him for an hour. It was enough to make you feel good and take your mind off of your current situation. 

Plus it’s not often you’re wrong about people and he totally took you by surprise.

Once you pull away and open your eyes, he’s even more smiley than he was previously.

“Do you mind if i get your number?” he scratches the back of his head nervously and it causes butterflies to form in your stomach “sure”

After giving it to him you get into the cab and he shuts the door before leaning into the window “see you soon then” 

“See you soon, Johnny”

Yeah you were more than wrong about him.

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Hello! Can I request a scenario where Johnny confesses to his s/o? Greetings from Spain :3

[I decided to combine two requests, since, they were pretty much the same, only the second one adding the idea of a first kiss~ Okay, I got kinda too into it haha, so it is longer that I thought it would be, but so the better! Enjoy! And big thank you for the requests! Ah,Spain~~~  -Arni/Fox]

Johnny confesses to his s/o + first kiss

After coming home from your training, you found a note on your table. What a neat and gentle writing. Johnny Joestar. You wondered, what made him write to you instead of simply talking. Jojo wasn’t the one to just write notes or letters out of nowhere… maybe it’s a serious issue… maybe something happened to him? Before you could continue to worry yourself with theories, you decided to read the note.

‘Meet me near the poppy field at 5PM’ oh? Well, that’s interesting.

Not knowing what to expect really, you at least decided to take a nice warm shower and dress up decently. As you arrived to the place, you saw a small picnic prepared and a quite nervous Johnny sitting on the blanket, seemingly trying to calm himself down. He sat at the edge of the poppy field, not wanting to disturb or ruin the flowers, which made you smile.

“Hey, Johnny” you greeted the man, making him jump a little and quickly turn his head to you.

“Ah, hey. Come sit…” Johnny awkwardly patted the space next to him, welcoming you.

As you sat down, you noticed the variety of cheeses and fruits placed on the picnic blanket together with some fine wine. That is a surprise for sure, but a cute and welcome one.

“You prepared all this?” you asked excitedly. To that Johnny blushed.

“Yeah… well…Gyro helped me with the idea, since I am not really good with such…’things’… ” Jojo said, averting his eyes and scratching the back of his neck “and I kinda wanted to talk to you about something…” he said almost whispering.

“Sure, go ahead” you nodded.

“Well, I do not really know how to start… to be honest I didn’t really expect you to come…” Johnny continued, not sure what to say.

“Why so?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know…because it is me, I guess” Johnny mumbled.

“Jojo, you know that I won’t ever say no to you. If anything, I am incredibly happy to be with you today” you reassured the man beside you, putting your hand on his shoulder “you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.”

“Still…I don’t know how to say this but…” he paused, trying to find the right words

As you withdrew your hand and were about to say something, you heard Gyro screaming in the distance, waving his hands in a supportive manner “Just tell them Johnny! Don’t be a pussy!”

“Shut up, Zeppeli!” Johnny answered annoyed yet red-faced.

“GO! GO! JOJO!” the supportive song could be heard across the field, before Gyro eventually disappeared, not wanting to make his friend even more nervous. As you stopped chuckling at the enthusiastic cowboy, you turned to Johnny once again.

“Tell me what, Johnny?” you asked, smiling.

“Ah, well…” he wasn’t so confident in continuing, instead focusing on his hands and slowly getting more worried.

“Johnny, breathe, it is okay, just tell me…” you again placed your hand on his shoulder, but before you could say anything else, the male suddenly spoke out.

“I really like you! Okay, I said it! Ah, now you can safely reject my sorry ass and we could forget about it and-” he blabbered out, not sparing a breath, almost standing as if to run away.

“Johnny, wait, wait for a sec!” you quickly stopped the male, taking a hold of his shoulders “Johnny, stop, please. It is okay, stop panicking and don’t run away” you looked him straight into eyes, trying your best to reassure JoJo.

“I like you too, Johnny! So please stop doubting yourself, I am not going anywhere and so are you. Let us enjoy this evening together” you gave him a warm smile, seeing his eyes widen at your confession. He visibly relaxed and sat back, yet shocked at the sudden outburst.

He was still nervous, even after realizing that your feelings are mutual. Johnny desperately wanted to show his love somehow but was still unsure if you’ll be okay with that. From all these anxious thoughts and worries, his small stand (Tusk act 1) suddenly manifested before his eyes.

As the small stand noticed you, it quickly approached, cuddling and nuzzling into your neck, behaving affectionately in contrast to its user.

“Even my stand shows more affection and emotions than I do” Johnny said sadly, but somewhat happy that at least his stand is showing his true emotions.

“It’s okay Johnny, you don’t have to go out of your way to show your love for me…And the stand pretty much revealed your deep emotions~” you teased him, patting the cute pink stand.

“I can feel that, you know?” Jojo said, trying to maintain the last bit of

“Of course I do” you smirked at him, kissing his stand’s cheek. At the corner of your eye you could see Johnny getting even more flustered from such gesture.

“I-”

“It’s okay, Johnny, I don’t have to be afraid or scared of showing your love or affection” you warmly smiled at him, but not necessary pushing JoJo to do anything.

“I want to” he simply stated, moving closer and placing his hand on your cheek, now looking at you with a fiery confidence. This was the look Gyro described to you one day. Determination and confidence.

With a silent question and your nod, he brought your face closer, kissing you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He then put his hands on your hips, changing the angle to deepen the kiss. After a while, you two separated, still in each other’s arms, as Johnny places a cute quick kiss on your nose.

“Whenever I look at you, I see golden ration, because every part of you is perfect to me.”

[crossingyu]

can i request a yuta smut where he is your brothers best friend and for some reason u hate each other but end up fucking after having a discussion??!!? idk if i made myself clear but if u can, thank you!!

It had been a solid month into your summer vacation and nothing could be more perfect. The sun was out, a breeze always drifted by, and you were spending time with your brother as well.

Both you and Taeyong went to different universities and barely saw each other for more than five days at a time while classes were in session so being able to see him everyday was something that always brought a smile to your face.

The last thirty days had been all smiles and laughter and you were hoping it would be that way for the remaining sixty. However the streak was broken when the doorbell went off.

“Y/N, can you get that?” Taeyong yelled from his room.

“Yeah, I got it!” you quickly made your way to the door, not wanting to keep whoever was out there waiting for too long but when you opened the door, you wished you could’ve closed it just as fast.

“Oh. Hi Yuta” your voice was laced with annoyance as you stepped to the side and let him pass by.

“Well, isn’t it just lovely to see you too Y/N” he forced a smile at you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Taeyong’s in his room. He’ll be out in a second. In the meantime, don’t come near my room” you said and turned around to walk back to your bedroom.

“Please, I don’t want to go to hell that badly” Yuta scoffed as he took a seat down on the couch and you swear you’ve never wanted to yell at him so badly but rather than doing that, you continued your walk and settled on cursing at him under your breath.

“Yuta’s out there” you mumbled to Taeyong when he passed by you in the hallway.

The last thing heard from you was the sound of your door slamming shut.

Taeyong always found you and Yuta’s bickering quite funny. Ever since he introduced you to his best friend, you two immediately didn’t click. It was as if you were polar opposites and you told Taeyong that you “never wanted to see Yuta again” to which his response was that you were being a child.

“Sorry about that” Taeyong laughed as he sat himself down next to his friend.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m used to it” Yuta replied and their laughter shook the house, “You should just give me a key to the place, that way Y/N wouldn’t have to open the door for me when I come over”

“I don’t think that would make your situation any better” Taeyong’s eyesbrows raised at the thought of Yuta coming here at any time and having to hear you two argue over everything.

“Probably not but hey, it’s an option” Yuta joked and the afternoon went by just like that. You were left alone in your room as the two boys conversed outside and occupied themselves with Taeyong’s Nintendo Switch.

It was when Taeyong tapped his phone screen that his eyes widened. “It’s 7PM?! Man, I have to cook dinner tonight. Here, you can play” Taeyong said as he rushed into the kitchen.

After hours of confining yourself to your own room, you ventured to the kitchen. The smell of Taeyong’s food is what attracted you but seeing Yuta made you scrunch up your nose.

“Do you need any help?” you asked your brother and he shook his head as his hand worked on chopping the vegetables.

“No, thanks though. If you could go hang out with our guest I’d appreciate it though” Taeyong couldn’t even hold back his little laugh at his request.

“You’re joking right?” you asked with arms across your chest.

“I mean, I am but I’m also not. Yuta is staying with us for a couple of days so might as well get acquainted with him now” Taeyong said as he dropped the now cut veggies into the pot.

“I’m sorry, what?! Taeyong! You didn’t tell me this!” you whisper yelled.

“It slipped past my mind! Just as you let Yuta’s existence slip past yours when he’s here. Now go play a game with him or something? Please?”

You let out a sigh as you nodded and trudged over to the couch, choosing the spot farthest away from Yuta and he laughed.

“What’s so funny? Are we going to play a match or not” you said and grabbed one of the joycons off the table.

“I just think you’re funny,” Yuta said with a shrug, “and sorry but this isn’t a fighting game. Punch me in real life if you want to but only after you help me catch this Articuno”

“Articuno? I don’t even know how to play this game, Yuta” you told him honestly and he scooted closer to you to give a mini tutorial to you.

“Just click this button on the controller and then since we’re both playing, we have to throw the pokeball at the same time. So on my count, okay?”

You nodded. It was simple enough.

“1, 2, 3!” Yuta called out and swung his controller downwards. However you were a second off and your ball didn’t even end up being thrown.

Yuta let out a huff and scratched the side of his face at your mistake. “Let’s try that again” he said and you did. It was after one more mess up that you finally got it but the Pokémon constantly flew around and without any instructions from Yuta other than his count, you didn’t know which way he swung his remote which was crucial to getting a successful catch.

“My god Y/N, can you not throw it the same way as me?” Yuta groaned out at you.

“Well maybe if you told me which way you threw it, we would’ve caught the damn thing by now!”

“Here, throw it to the right then. One, two, three”

You two have been trying to catch the virtual bird for thirty minutes now and didn’t even come close because for one, Yuta ran out of pokeballs and two, Taeyong called you two for dinner.

You kept quiet throughout the whole thing, still annoyed with how Yuta blamed his loss on you and the two friends conversed as they had earlier.

With dinner finally finished and dishes washed, the three of you flopped onto the couch with tummies full.

“Ah I know! We should watch a movie” Taeyong grinned as he turned on the TV, “how abou-“

He was halfway through his sentence when his phone rang and he picked up. “Oh hey. Sure, yeah I can meet you right now” Taeyong slipped his phone into his pocket as he got up, “Johnny’s car broke down and it’s getting towed so I’m going to go pick him up. Please don’t tear each other’s heads off while I’m gone” he said and the front door shut behind him leaving you and Yuta back in that deafening silence. 

Grabbing your phone, you opened up your social medias in an attempt to do anything but talk to Yuta. It was just as easy to leave but you felt as if you were glued to the couch and someone else’s gaze seemed to be stuck on you too.

Yuta’s body was now turned towards yours and he rested his head in his hand as he looked at you.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked and put your phone down.

“No, nothing in particular. I was just thinking, ‘huh, why doesn’t Y/N like me?’”

“The feeling is mutual” you say as you turn to him and pull a pillow over your lap.

Oh? Does that mean I cross your mind sometimes?” Yuta smirked upon hearing your reply and you don’t know why but your cheeks flushed a pink, rosy hue.

“I could ask the same to you then” 

“You got so shy when I said that but your voice is still so harsh with me”, Yuta pouted and you don’t know how it happened but he was all of a sudden only inches away from you. “you’re breaking my heart” 

“My goal was achieved then?” you said and you both laughed. “You can check one thing off your bucket list now. Want to help me cross something off mine?” 

Taeyong must’ve put something in your food because you found yourself nodding and in the next second, Yuta’s face was leaning in closer to yours until your lips touched. 

Surprisingly, his lips melded with yours in a way that no one else’s had and just as you were about to pull him closer to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, teeth pulling at your lower lip. “Still hate me?”

“Oh, for sure” you said before pulling him in again. With your lips on one another’s it wasn’t as if you could argue but still, you two fought for dominance. It was only when he pulled you into his lap and squeezed your ass that you finally opened your mouth through a moan and let his tongue in. 

“You sound amazing when you’re not giving me attitude, you know that?” 

“Give me a reason to not snap back at you then”

“I’d gladly, just be a good girl and listen then” Yuta said and he lifted you up, relocating the two of you to your room. The door was closed behind you as you were laid down onto the bed and Yuta picked up right where he left off. 

One chaste, sloppy kiss was pressed to your lips and ventured downwards from your jaw to your neck. When he successfully found the sweet spot on your neck, you breathed out his name and this only egged Yuta on. His attack on your neck didn’t end until he saw the pretty splotches on your neck that would be sure to remain until tomorrow. 

“Pretty little thing,” Yuta smiled at his work and moved on to removing your clothing which was easy since you only wore a shirt, shorts and panties, “I think you look even prettier like this too” he licked his lips at the sight of you before removing his clothes as well and leaning down. His arms caged your frame underneath his as he pushed his clothed cock onto your cunt. 

His hips rolled circles onto yours and your essence lubed up his length. “Sweetheart, you’re absolutely soaked for me” Yuta said as he took his length and pushed the tip in and out of you, “do you always get this wet when you think of me? When you yell at me?”

“Shut up” you growled out and he laughed. “Is it that hard to admit the truth?” he asked and pushed his length inside of you. 

Yuta let out a groan at how your walls clenched around him and he stilled inside you, taking in the feeling before rocking his hips back and forth at a pace that had your head spinning. 

“You hate me?” Yuta hummed with a chuckle, “you don’t seem to hate my cock though. I wish you gave me this much love” his voice was laced with fake hurt.

“F-fuck you, Yuta” you said in between pants. 

“Someone is still bratty” he said as he pulled out of you. You were dumb to think that he would stop there.

Instead of laying on your back, you were on all fours, back dipped down as you anticipated for the return of his dick in your cunt. 

Seeing how you kept pushing back into nothing, Yuta took his hand and brought it down upon your ass making you let out a yell. 

Whimpers accompanied your yelps as he continued to spank you. It started at your neck those minutes ago and now your ass was just as marked up as that. The initial pain morphed into pleasure and your legs nearly gave out under you when he delivered the last hit directly to your pussy. 

“Maybe now I can fuck the attitude out of you” Yuta whispered into your ear as his cock entered your hot hole again. Sinful moans were ripped out of your throat and Yuta took the chance to push his fingers into your mouth. 

“Mm” you closed your eyes as you sucked on his fingers and took in this feeling of his length dragging in and out of you. Adjusting his position, he thrusted and his tip hit your g-spot, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Be a good girl for once and cum, cum around this cock” he demanded and with his cock moving in and out of you and his words, you did just as he said and came.

Your body would’ve given out if it weren’t for Yuta picking up your hips so he could finish off, his load decorating your insides and dripped out of you when he pulled out. 

With all of his energy drained out of him, he fell down onto the bed and pulled you closer to his body, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Ew Yuta, you’re gross get off” you pretended to push him away but he kept you in his arms.

“Nice attempt at trying to get me to go away but sorry you’re stuck with me for another three days,” remembering that made you groan and yuta only pushed it, “You have seventy two more hours of either fun or hell, you can pick” 

[themoonandotherslikeit]

The Hand That Reaches for God- Chapter 8

***Sometimes staying away is the easiest move. Keeping a safe distance, especially for Emerson and Dean Winchester. So, when the Maklen twins come home again, they don’t anticipate the feelings that Emerson will get having to see him again. When tragedy strikes, the Winchester brothers and the Maklen twins are forced to face, not only their feelings, but each other. In a story about pain, family, abandonment, and desire, the couples have to decide if survival, without love, is enough.***

Warnings: Angst, violence, death, mutual pinning, age difference, language, abuse, eventual smut.

Chapter Eight

“How exciting - how nice, to have a little love - but what am I to do?” - Virginia Woolf

-5 Years Before-

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“Come on, Cranky. Just smile. It won’t hurt, ya know?” Dean chuckled from the front seat, his sunglasses resting on his nose.

“Nobody asked you, Johnny Cash.”

“I know that was supposed to be an insult, but I take it as compliment.” He chuckled and started to whistle Folsom Prison Blues.

All of the windows of the Impala were down. Ophelia’s hand was out the window, rolling in the waves of air. “He’s right, you know!”

“Nobody asked you.”

Sam laughed and turned back to look at the girls. “Come on, Em.”

“Don’t come on me.” She huffed.

“She’s allergic to fun.” Pheli said, leaning forward to kiss Sam from the back seat. “Ignore her.”

“Jesus, you two! Not on the leather.” Dean laughed swatting at the couple.

It was three months until Dean left for the military, and the four of them were spending as much time together as possible, even though the twins were the only two who knew. In turn, Emerson couldn’t stop staring at him. She’d started having pretty graphic nightmares of him stepping on land mines, or coming home with only one leg. She would run to him, but she would never reach him in time. She would wake up with his blood on her hands.

“Em?”

“Hm?” Her eyebrows raised at the sound of his voice.

“You getting out of the car?”

She looked around and noticed that they stopped. She opened up the door to the Impala, and immediately heard the screams. They came from all directions. The roar from the carts climbing up the hills. Steel on steel as the rides screeched to a halt at the end of the tracks.

“I love Happy Fun Land!” Pheli screeched, bouncing up and down, her hand gripping Sam’s. He laughed in response and kissed her head.

“Such a terrible name.” Emerson complained.

“Come on, Grumpy.” Dean said throwing an arm around her to pull her forward.

“Back off, Winchester.” She batted him away, but kept pace with the group.

It was Ophelia’s idea to spend the day at the amusement park. Summer had officially began and it was just what the doctor ordered. Maybe if the doctor ordered torture and spending too much money, but who was Emerson to deny Pheli a day of fun? It wasn’t really in her. So she bought a ticket and hopped in the back of the Impala.

“Alright so what’s first?” Sam asked, curling his finger around one of Pheli’s braids.

“I want something fried!”

“Phel you can’t eat something fried before you go on rides, you’ll throw up.” Emerson said, bumping her sisters hip.

“I will not throw up!”

“Throwing up is half the fun of the amusement park.” Dean teased.

“You’ve never seen her puke.” Emerson raised an eyebrow. “It isn’t pretty.”

“That’s Sam’s problem.”

“It’ll be all of our problems if she throws up. Trust me.”

“She’s right.” Sam chuckled.

“You all suck.” Pheli complained.

“You love us, Maklen, admit it.” Dean grinned.

“I think you’re thinking of Emerson.” Phel laughed, skipping ahead of the group. “We are going to have fun today! It’s a royal decree!”

-15 Days After-

They made their way back to the Impala after the hospital. The girls slept in the backseat, cuddled together. Emerson’s head was in Pheli’s lap, and Pheli’s head rested against the window.

Sam glanced back at them and smiled. “They’re out.”

“Finally.” Dean said, his eyes flickering to the rear view mirror. “Em’s barely slept.”

“Who does that sound like?”

“Shut up.” Dean gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. They’d spent the night in the hospital. The girls needed to say goodbye.

There wasn’t any movement in the hospital that he could detect, and he would’ve known. He was up all night with his finger on the trigger of his gun. It wasn’t any different than being in war. He got used to the constant callous on his trigger finger. He told himself, when he was discharged, that he wouldn’t touch another gun. But the situation they were in was the perfect excuse to break his own rules. No matter what guns made him into.

“It’s looking stormy.” Sam commented, squinting through the windshield.

It did. The sky looked angry. It was dark, to the point that it almost looked like night time ahead of them, but it wasn’t. It was the early morning. White licks of lightening shot across the sky in a jagged line. Thunder boomed, shaking the road beneath them.

“Maybe we should find cover.” Sam offered, as if it hadn’t occurred to Dean. He shot his younger brother a look.

“There’s nothing for miles.” He gestured to the trees. “And after that fucking snake, man, we don’t know what’s out there.”

“Wait, what road is this?” Sam squinted at the signs that they were speeding by on the highway. They hadn’t seen any other cars. It seemed that everyone tried to evacuate taking the other highway out of town. “Shit, Dean. You know what’s on this highway?”

“I don’t know, Sammy. Some gas station that sells nerd merchandise?”

“No, you cranky asshole, Happy Fun Land!”

Dean was tempted to slam on his breaks immediately and make Sam get out, but the whole impending doom of a storm kept his foot steadily on the gas. “We are not going to Happy Fun Land, Samuel.”

“Aw, come on.”

“It’s not like it’ll be running.”

“Well, yeah, but they have tons of buildings. We can find shelter there.”

“You’re no different than when you were ten.” Dean grumbled glancing at the billboard advertising the amusement park. His fingers itched at the memory in the back of his mind from the last time that they went together. “Fine. You’re right, anyway. Not sure what else is out here.”

“Hell yes! Phel will be so excited.” He grinned widely.

“You’re so fucking weird.”

“Am not. Nostalgic, yeah, but not weird.”

“Sure thing, kid.”

-5 Years Before-

“Who is down for a roller coaster?” Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the group.

“Me!” Phel said, jumping up and down. “Sam, will you hold my hand?”

“Of course I will.” He winked at her.

“My protector.” She purred, lacing her fingers with Sams.

Emerson rolled her eyes and Dean took a step closer to her. “Guess it’s just you and me, Em.”

She shook her head. “No way. You can’t pay me enough to get on that.”

“If not payment,” He began, stepping even closer. Pheli and Sam were kissing and didn’t notice the older Winchester approaching her. “Then what do you want, Maklen?”

“Nothing from you, Winchester.” She said, her voice hitched in her throat.

“Mhm.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Come on.” He said quietly just to her. “Just ride it with me one, and if you hate it then I’ll sit out with you on the rest of the rides.”

“No you won’t.”

“Scouts honor.” He held up his three fingers together, batting his eyelashes.

“You weren’t a scout.”

“No, but Sammy was.” Dean grinned widely. “Come on today is supposed to be fun!”

“Fine! I’ll go just... stop being so annoying.” She pushed past him, trying to get the heat that was climbing up her neck and onto her cheeks to calm the fuck down.

Dean smirked, watching her walk away, knowing he’d won at least that small battle.

The four of them settled into their seats on the roller coaster. “You’ll protect me?” Pheli asked, one more time, to Sam.

“From anything.” He promised, kissing her.

“Will you protect me?” Dean asked Emerson, doing a perfect Ophelia impression.

She couldn’t help but bust into a fit of giggles. “Fuck off, Dean.”

“Hey, that isn’t your line.”

She winked at him, and the rollercoaster shot forward, immediately creeping up a hill. Emerson felt her stomach drop. She could feel her pulse in her ears. She gripped the arm bar tightly, her knuckles white.

“You okay?” He asked her, as the crept toward the top.

“Yes!” She said, her voice a little too high pitched. “I can’t fucking believe you talked me into this.”

He smiled at her a little, unable to hide how adorable she looked with her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip before offering his open palm to her. “I actually will protect you, ya know that, right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Her eyes were clamped shut tightly. “Just tell me when it’s over.”

“I think you’ll know when it’s over.” He teased, his eyes never leaving her.

Then they dropped over the edge. They plummeted down, and her eyes shot open, her hand immediately grabbing Deans. He curled his fingers around hers and let her squeeze.

They rounded a corner and she slid against him, screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks. He laughed, and he felt a little mean for it, but he couldn’t help it. She was so fucking adorable. The cart traveled the hills, around tight curves, through the trees. Emerson screamed the whole way, digging her nails into the back of Deans hand.

They came to a quick stop. He expected her to shoot him an angry look for laughing at her, but instead she turned her body and buried her tear streaked face into his chest.

“Hey, you good?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her. The cart jolted forward so they could get parked and exit.

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.”

“Hey.” He lifted her face and wiped her tears. Her eyes were red and her mouth was open, letting out ragged breaths. Dean held her face in his hands and he offered her a smile. “You hated it, didn’t you?”

“How can you tell?”

“Em, are you okay?” Pheli asked from outside of the cart, but Emerson didn’t look at her sister. Her eyes didn’t leave Dean’s.

“I’m sorry I made you come.” He said softly. “I’ll sit out with you for the rest of the day.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yeah I do. A deal’s a deal.”

-15 Days After-

The sky was looking even more menacing as the black Chevy Impala pulled into the parking lot of the amusement park. There were more cars than expected, but it seemed empty, just like everything else.

“Twins.” Dean said, glancing back at the girls. “Aye, we need to get cover. Looks like rain’s comin.”

“Hm?” Pheli asked, opening her eyes. “Shit, where are we?”

“Look around.” Sam said with a smile.

“Oh my god!” She squealed, causing Emerson to shake awake.

“What the fuck?” Emerson asked with a yawn. “What’s going on?”

“They took us to Happy Fun Land!” Pheli squealed.

Emerson sat up and squinted out the window. “Is this a joke?”

“I wish.” Dean laughed. “But no. It looks like the weathers about to get bad, and we needed some more protection than Baby can give us.”

Emerson offered Dean an exhausted, tight smile. “Back on with the masks.”

“Yup.” He said as he grabbed his.

The four of them slid their masks on and grabbed their bags from the trunk. Dean took the lead, like usual, but this time Emerson was on his heels. Jana’s death had wrecked her, and she didn’t want to stay behind anymore. It was time for her to take control.

They pushed into the park, to find a place to take cover. Everything was dark. All of the rides had been disabled. It looked so much less magical not all lit up. Trash was pushed by a gentle wind, and danced along the cobblestone pathway.

Pheli’s grip tightened on Sam’s hand. It wasn’t the way she remembered it. She knew that things were bad, that was pretty clear, but it was hard to find the magic when Happy Fun Land looked so crushed.

The sky growled it anger, thunder rolling over their heads. Dean glanced around before spotting a diner. He waved them forward and they pushed into the restaurant. It was all glass walls and windows, but the back portion was covered by thick walls, in case they had to take cover.

The tables were still covered in food, molding fries and burgers sat, covered in dried ketchup, right where their owners had left them. Dean picked up the red baskets from a long booth and threw them out before settling in.

-5 Years Before-

“Burgers? Really? We can have burgers anywhere.”

“Yeah, but they’re always good.” Dean grinned.

“I want something weird. A funnel cake?” Pheli grinned, batting her eyelashes at Sam.

“You got it.”

“And then we are doing the roller coaster that goes upside down!”

“Perfect.” Sam grinned widely.

“I’ll stay with Dean.” Emerson said before the two couples parted ways.

“Wow, volunteering to stay with me? What’d I do to deserve this honor, m’lady?”

“You were being nice. Don’t fuck it up.” She said before going up to order a set of cheese fries.

Dean ordered a bacon cheeseburger, duh,  and a root beer float. They sat across from each other in a booth near the window. People chased their children down the cobblestone path outside of the window , couples held hands and shared ice cream cones, everyone was living their life, but yet Dean was staring at her. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah.” He said, reaching forward, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb. “Got it.” He murmured.

She pressed her lips closed. She felt like she was looking at him for the first time. His eyes were green. Green. Like the apples she’d eat in the fall after they were dipped in caramel. His lips were full, and they looked soft like a fresh peach. He had a sky full of stars of freckles on his nose and cheeks. She wanted to reach forward and connect them all with her index finger. To find a picture in him like Pheli did when they looked at the clouds. “What’s this?” She asked, reaching forward, across the table, and plucking at the necklace around his neck.

“Sammy gave it to me when we were kids.”

“And you still wear it?” She ran her fingers over the weird, misshapen metal face around his neck.

“Of course I do.”

Dean Winchester danced with his mom, he sat out with her when the roller coaster was too much, even though he wanted to go, he wore some ugly necklace for years just because Sam gave it to him. “You know, you’re more than what you seem to be, Dean Winchester.”

“So are you, Emerson Maklen.”

She leaned forward, to reach for his touch again before something came over her. He was a good man. He was leaving. He was going to Afghanistan in three months. She recoiled back to her seat and shoved five cheese covered french fries into her mouth.

-15 Days After-

Emerson looked out the window with her arms crossed. She spent so much time trying to be what she was supposed to be according to other people, according to herself. She went to the college that Ophelia wanted to go to, because they were expected to do everything together. She went to homecoming with Dean, because Pheli wanted her to. She said no to Dean countless times, because he wasn’t right for her. She didn’t even know why she was always resisting. It was fucking exhausting being so self righteous all the time. Being so bottled. The sky shook above them with an angry clap of thunder. She understood how it felt. She wanted to scream, too.

The rain came down a few droplets at first. No one seemed to notice, but Emerson. She noticed. She stepped closer, pressing her gloved hand to the glass on the window. “My god.” She whispered inside of her mask, before turning, and running toward the door.

Her index finger worked its way inside of the glove on her opposite hand, peeling it away. Both were falling to the floor. Her fingers curled under the chin of the gas mask, pulling it up and over her head. It crashed to the floor as she pushed out into the rain.

“Emerson, no!” Dean shouted inside of his mask. The three that were left at the table scurried to their feet, they ran after her only to find her standing in the middle of the cobblestone street, with her face looking toward the sky and her arms open. Clear rain poured over her. Clear. She laughed and spun in a circle.

Dean pulled off his own mask, Pheli, and Sam followed.

“Come on in, the water’s fine!” She laughed, spinning in circles.

Ophelia didn’t need to be asked twice. She stripped herself out of her jacket and ran into the warm, Summer rain. She locked hands with her sister and they spun around, their hair getting soaked. Emerson pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair.

“Fuck it.” Sam said, dropping his own mask. He ran into the middle of the two girls, picking Pheli up. He threw her over his shoulder causing her to squeal.

“Come on!” Emerson said, waving for Dean to join them. She looked beautiful in the rain. “You’re more than what you seem to be, Dean Winchester.” She pushed her soaked hair behind her ears, laughing as Pheli kicked barely missing her head. “You see me, Dean, and I see you.” She did see him. She always did. “You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

So he ran to her. He dropped his fucking gas mask in a puddle and he ran to her, pulling her into his arms. He was always going to run to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fancy meeting you here.” She murmured, her nose brushing his.

He blinked the rain out of his eyelashes. “Small world.”

“Mhm.” She mumbled before holding the back of his head in her hand, and pulling him closer, closing the space between them. His lips were the way she always expected them to be, soft and warm, despite the cool wetness from the rain. She could feel the surprise in his lips, his mouth opening slightly when her lips pressed to his. Then he smiled, his eyes fluttering closed, and he kissed her back. He put his hands under her thighs, hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his face in her hands.

His scruff scratched against her face but she didn’t care. She was kissing Dean Winchester! He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She opened her lips to let him in. She was letting go. It was raining, and they weren’t burning. They weren’t red. Things were finally looking up.

Pheli smacked Sam’s shoulder when he put her down and they booth applauded. “Fucking finally!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around Sam’s waist.

Emerson pulled back from him, panting, her forehead pressed to his.

“Does this mean you actually like me?” He asked, his shit eating grin taking up most of his face, but his eyes were soft, vulnerable.

“To put it mildly.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

His smile softened, his teeth disappearing under his lips. His eyes closed and he slowly lowered Emerson back to the ground, her feet splashing in the puddle below them. His hands never left her, and she was still pressed against him. She looked up at him with a smile. She never thought she would be one of those girls to kiss in the rain. It seemed more Pheli’s style, but yet. But yet...

“What was that?” Sam asked, turning and squinting into the rain.

It was a miracle that they heard it at all under the roar of the downpour. It was a single groan at first, and sounded a bit like Dean when he was woken up too early. Then it was more like a sea of groans, and foot steps.

“What the...”

They were close enough to be seen then, with their mouths open, and hands gripping, reaching for them. They were soaked, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. People. Twenty of them at least, their skin looked like it was burnt, bubbling and red. Their mouths hung open, their heads titled in curiosity as they walked through the rain, seemingly careless about the water. The first in the group looked up and made eye contact with Emerson. The creature looked like it was once a woman, from her small stature and long stringy hair, but now she was something else all together. She opened her jaw to let out a horrible, blood curdling scream as she pointed a bony, burnt up, fleshy finger at the four of them.

“Run.” Emerson said, as Dean curled his fingers sound hers. “Fucking run!”

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Chapter Nine

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Happiness is You

Okay this is the other one I owe M and R. I hope you girls like this one too. As I said before, if I missed anyone else’s I’m sorry.

Prompt #9: We let our mutual friends drag us to a karaoke bar. Wait, are you singing to me? Superstar: Dean Ambrose

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The deep voice made me turn to see two sparkling blue eyes looking down at me. “Dean!” I exclaimed excitedly. I jumped up to give him a hug and he wrapped me in his strong arms. Trying to be discrete, I inhaled his scent as I pressed my head against his chest. The smell of whisky and musk filled my senses. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” He pulled back to look at me, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.” I gave Dean a sad smile, “Because you haven’t. You’ve been on the road, working, doing what you love.” I pouted my lower lip, “You haven’t had any time for little ol’ me.” Dean grabbed his chest, “You’re breaking my heart, love.”  I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Dean Ambrose was one of my closest friends. Recently, due to his job, we hadn’t seen each other hardly at all.  But tonight was New Year’s eve. My friend Jayna had asked me to go to a bar with her and Dean’s friend Sami. They didn’t say Dean was going to be here. “I didn’t know you sang karaoke.” He said, looking puzzled. “I don’t.” I shrugged. “I’m just here for the booze. I can’t wait to hear you sing.” I softly punched his arm. “My singing voice is that of an angel’s.” A cocky grin spread across his face, “You should be honored to hear it tonight.” I giggled again, “I am. But first, since you’ve been a way so long, I think you need to buy me a drink.” Dean stuck out his elbow for me to take, “Come, m’lady. I’ll let you choose your poison and then we’ll grab a spot.”

“You’re really not going to sing?” Jayna asked me. “No way!” I shook my head. “I don’t do the whole preforming thing.” “You don’t want to impression your man?” “MY MAN?” I furrowed my brows, “I don’t have a man.” Jayna sighed, “I wish you and Dean would just spare us all and make out already.” My face turned pink, “Girl, shut up. I am not even his type. We’re just friends.” “He’s your type though, isn’t he?” “Well-” I bit my lip.  “I knew it!” She smiled triumphantly. “Spill! When did you realize you liked him and why haven’t you told me?” I looked around, Dean waved at me from the bar where him and Sami were waiting on our drinks. At least he won’t hear. “I guess when I first met him honestly. I’ve always had kind of a thing for him but it seemed to get more... intense as I got to know him.” I played with the straw in my glass. “I didn’t want to tell you because if I admitted it out loud, I was worried it would be a real thing. But Dean is out of my league, and he’s always traveling, plus he is constantly flirting..” “Now you’re just making up excuses.” Jayna shook her head, “Look, I have it on good authority that he has feelings for you too. You should try to ask him out like for real, (Y/N).” “Good authority from who?” Jayna’s eyes flicked to Sami who was quietly trying to talk to Dean. “A little bird told me.” I snorted, “Oh I get it, because Sami’s name was Solomon CROW. Ha. You’re so funny.” She rolled her eyes, “There was no pun intended.” “So you say.” “What are you lovely ladies talking about?” Sami’s voice nearly made me choke. “Nothing, little bird.” Jayna winked at me. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, “Talk about sparing you, what about me?” I said grumbling. “What was that?” Dean asked. “Nothing!” “Alright, ladies and gentleman! Please welcome to the stage our next performer, Dean!” Dean tapped my shoulder, “Ready to hear the voice of heaven?” I giggled, “You’ve got to be joking.” “No way, doll face. This one’s for you.” He said as he walked up to the stage. The music started to play, then Dean’s voice sung out an old Johnny Cash song.

“Way down the mountain I chased a moonbeam On the beach I built sand castles too My moonbeams faded my castles tumbled All of this was meaningless cause happiness is you”

I smiled at him as he watched the lyrics roll on the screen. “He’s always loved old country music.” I whispered to Jayna. “He’s pretty good,” She smiled. “He said that this song was for you.” I blushed and bit my lip, listening to him sing the lyrics with a smooth, sexy tone.

“I tried to doubt you and live without you Tried to deny that I love you like I do But I realize now and I'll admit it You'll always be a part of me cause happiness is you”

My heart skipped a beat as he looked at me. His eyes found mine out of everyone in the audience. Is he really singing to me? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“No more chasing moonbeams or catching falling stars I know now my pot of gold is anywhere you are My heart won't miss you my heart goes with you Loneliness is emptiness but happiness is you”

Sami and Jayna left the table after Dean’s song to go buy  another round of drinks, leaving myself alone when Dean got off stage. I smiled at him as he strutted over to the table. “Whatcha think?” He asked leaning an elbow on the table. “Johnny Cash would be proud.” I giggled. We sat there awkwardly for a moment. I was trying to debate whether or not to ask him to coffee. Then I was wondering if he would ask me. Maybe I should ask if he was trying to tell me something with that song. But would it ridiculous of me to think that? My mind was racing. “Hey? Dean?” My voice cracked. “Yes, (Y/N)?” He straightened up a little. “Was that song really for me?” “Well-” He put a hand on the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’ve missed you with all the traveling I’ve been doing and I’ve been really lonely without you but when I’m with you I’m happy. I’ve never wanted to admit how I felt because I wasn’t sure how you felt or if you could ever feel something for someone as messed up as me. And you’re on my mind constantly like my heart is always with you-” I put my finger up to his lips to stop the rambling. His eyes looked into mine, they were shocked but excited. I smiled, then leaned in to plant a small peck on his lips. I could feel his mouth turn up into a smile. “Dean?” “Yeah, (Y/N)?” “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

[sing-imagines-blog]

i have a buster centered prompt! maybe he gets sick on the day of one of the performances and tries his hardest not to fuckign die on stage

Buster woke up that morning feeling not so great, and it all started with a simple sneeze.

At first he didn’t think much of it. Animals sneeze all the time, so what? He ignored it and continued on with his morning routine. He couldn’t let a small sniffle get in the way of his big day! There was a lot to be done.

He popped out of his desk, feeling refreshed. Well, sort of. No matter, he would continue with a smile on his face, and a mind on getting work done.

Now, ever since the concert and Nana Noodleman helped salvage his theater, he had been more successful. More success, of course, meant, more money. Enough that Buster was at least able to find another place to live than his desk.

But, he chose not to. He couldn’t help it! He was too attached to just abandon his previous way of living. Besides, he often spent the night with Eddie over at his pool house, and it wasn’t all that bad.

“Okay, everyone, today we have the same as usual. Rehearse… Gunter is there for anyone actually willing to actually try and learn the choreography he has planned for this next show. I’m looking at you Mike.” He paced across the stage, reading off of a clipboard and not quite looking up but pointing at the mouse.

‘Don’t sniffle. Don’t do it.’ He mentally challenged himself.

Mike only rolled his eyes, texting lazily as the Koala continued.

“I have a few… duets… in mind.” He had to pause in between words, the tickling feeling of a sneeze coming on.

Rosita was the only one to notice, so far. “Are you okay, Buster?” She asked, eyebrow raised. Now, being a mother to 25 kids gave her special senses, especially those of which could sense someone catching a cold.

“Totally… fine.” He sighed in relief as the sensation finally went away, “Anyway! Duets.” He continued to ramble on, and everyone else, save for Rosita, groaned silently with boredom. They only hoped they wouldn’t get paired up with Mike, who was the bridezilla of duets

Buster wasn’t getting healthier, but he certainly wasn’t going to entertain that thought. Not in the slightest. Sure, the amount of sneezing has increased drastically within’ the last hour, as has the irritation in his throat, but he was also good at hiding them… especially if he just spent the majority of his time in his office.

It worked well, plus, he held on to the firm belief that if he just simply ignored it, it would go away. This was easier said than done.

He sat at his desk, sneaking a couple of advil and staying hydrated, something he remember his dad usually did when he was sick, and it always seemed to work! Well… it was either for that or something else… no matter!

“Come on, you can get through this. Of course you can! You’re Buster Moon, as healthy as a horse! You will prevai-”

He was cut off when Johnny quickly opened the door, “I think you should come down here, Ash and Mike are arguing again.”

“Oh, man, I put them together so they could try and work together for once.” Buster grumbled, rubbing his face. Jeez, this cold was even making him a bit more grumpy.

“Right, okay, I’ll be down.” He got up, wiping his nose quickly before following Johnny down to one of the rehearsal rooms.

Sure enough, there was Mike and Ash, arguing about the duet, and they were both hell-bent on getting their way.

“I am, in no way, going to sing that.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m not going to sing that punk rock crap, not for a million dollars!” Mike shot back, knowing very well that he would probably do anything for a million dollars… still!

Buster bust in (sorry) the room, “Hey, hey, hey! What’s the problem now?” He asked, gesturing at the two with his hands.

They immediately started pointing at each other and complaining about what was wrong. Of course, and what he could gather from it, was they both weren’t going to sing with each other if it meant having to sing a song out of their style.

Buster pinched his nose, the cold forgotten, “Did either of you even look at the list? I put songs I think would suit both of your styles, and would also force you to work together.”

Ash shrugged with an annoyed look on her face, while Mike was still having none of it, and marched right up to Buster, who was ignoring the small tickle of a sneezing feeling.

“I don’t care if it’s supposed to be a fit for both of us! She doesn’t want to try anyway, and frankly neither do I with her choppy attitude. Jeez, you shoulda’ put with Meena, now that’s a voice I’d be proud to sing with, not miss. I’m a Moody Teen over here.” He ranted, gesturing over to Ash,

“The feelings mutual, jerkoff.” She called over, monotone.

“Ya’ see!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about! What is that? What even is a jerkoff?! I don’t know! Who does!? It’s a whole different language with this one!” He added, hand on his hips.

Meanwhile, Buster was trying not to tune out the complaining Mouse when he kept feeling the sneeze settling upon him. ‘Oh, not now, not now.’ He mentally scolded himself, eye twitching as the sensation grew.

“And, another thing! … Hello?! Are you even listening, Moon? What, have you become deaf? I have terms to get off my min-” he angrily continued until:

“ACHOO!”

In that moment, everyone, even if they were minding their own business, turned around the face Buster when they heard the loudest sneeze ever.

There was a long silence, save for the small aftermath of Buster’s sniffling and wiping his nose.

“Woah, Buster, that sounded pretty nasty. You okay?” Johnny asked, peeking into the room.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I-”

“I knew it! You have a cold! I knew it!” Rosita was next to come into the room with triumph. “Buster, sweetie, there’s only two things you’re going to do now, and that is take some medicine and rest.” She crossed her arms all matter of factly.

“But!-”

“No butts! You can’t do your best if you’re sick, and you know it.”

Buster sighed, sniffling again, “…Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

Ash started bursting out laughing, not at Buster of course, but something (or rather, someone else)

Everyone raised an eyebrow, confused to no end… at least until they saw who was exactly in front of Buster. The mouse who had beared the blunt force of Buster’s sneeze.

Mike was frozen with disgust, and also covered with snot. Everyone else seemed to lean away from the seething mouse, with the angriest look on his face, while Ash was still doubling over in laughter.

The rest of the day wasn’t fun for anyone... save for Ash.