#c’mon guys how hard is it to credit the creator?

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Art by @kimzhu921231 on Twitter

[cinewhore]

The Only Exception

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x fem!reader

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Word Count: 2.6k 

Warnings: mentions of drinking, toxic family dynamics, smut 18+ (groping, male receiving oral, penetration, unprotected sex, facial cumshot). fluff and some angst! 

A/N: girlies, the whore jumped out! Takes place during episode 6 season 2. Credit to the gif creator! I hope y’all enjoy it. 

Nothing ever goes smoothly with the Berzatto’s.

Why you thought this holiday dinner was going to be any different was beyond any rational comprehension.

Trying not to be a complete klutz and ruin the side dish you’ve been working on the entire day, you delicately balance it in your left hand while adjusting your scarf tighter around your neck with your right. Putting a pep in your step, you round the corner from where you parked, spotting the stoop instantly.

It was a rare sighting to see all three of the Berzatto siblings together. With Carmy being away at culinary school, Mikey doing his own thing with the restaurant and Natalie living her life, one person always missed the other. It warmed your heart to see just how much they cared about each other, even if they didn’t show it in a normal or healthy way.

“Is that who I think it is?” Mikey’s voice booms over the light traffic passing by, handing Carmy the cigarette he was puffing on.

You crack a smile, despite it feeling like your lips were stuck together due to the cold weather. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. Fuckin’ cat had my keys.”

“How many times did I tell you to get rid of the cat?” Mikey leans down to kiss you but you turn your head, forcing him to peck you on the cheek instead.

“C’mon, baby.” he drawls, throwing you a bashful smile.

You huff out a sigh, lowering your voice. “You know I hate the smoking.”

Mikey nods, face fading into something serious before vanishing. “I know you do. You didn’t bring fish, did you?”

Side-stepping the tall Berzatto, you get pulled into a hug by Natalie, followed by Carmen.

“Hello, gorgeous! It’s so good to see you!” Natalie kisses you on both cheeks before making the move to grab the dish out of your hands. You pull back, shooting her a look.

“Nat, please. I got it.”

“Are you sure?” you watch as her bottom lip quivers a bit. You steal a glance at Carmy, who just shakes his head.

“Fuck. How bad is it?” you gaze at the disheveled trio, awaiting an answer.

Finally, Mikey breaks the silence.

“It’s at a five. Six, at best.”

You lick your lips, rocking back and forth on your heels. “That’s not too bad, right?”

“Right.” Carmy agrees, with Natalie humming in agreement.

“Just don’t fucking ask if she’s doing ok.” Mikey glimpses at his sister, placing hand on your lower back to guide you into the house.

You take a deep breath and exhale through your nose, plastering a smile on your face before entering the shit show.

You’d only been there an hour and you were called the wrong name three times, objectified, cursed at and now Fak was trying to get you to put up five hundred dollars for baseball cards.

Listening with great intent, nodding at all the right times and twirling the wine glass in your hands desperately wanting to get another refill had your social energy spent.

“We could make you a lot of money, cousin.” Fak goes on, nudging his brother for support.

“Yeah-yeah! Think about what you could do with fifteen hundred bucks! Cold hard cash!” the lookalike chimes in.

“Wow, no, yeah this-this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime.” you murmur. Don’t take it the wrong way, you loved Fak. His personality was infectious, you’ve never seen him get overly angry despite the other guys giving him shit constantly and he genuinely goes out of his way to help everyone. Back when you first started dating Mikey and moved apartments in the city, Fak volunteered to make sure your place was in tiptoe shape and refused payment.

Just then Steve, Michelle’s husband, passes by and you seize your opportunity.

“Steve! How are you?” you beckon him over, scooting over on the tiny couch so he could sit beside you.

“Ah, yes. Mikey’s girl who we aren’t sure how he managed to snag. Good to see you again.”

You brush off his comment with a tired smile, gesturing to Fak and his brother. “So, these guys have a proposition for you, right?”

You nod enthusiastically with them, giving Fak a secret wink.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Do you like baseball cards, Steve?”

“On that note,” you stand up and maneuver yourself out the nook. “I’m gonna go get a refill. Leave you gentlemen to handle business.”

Mocking a military salute, you dash towards the kitchen bypassing other members of the family.

Donna flurries around the kitchen, shouting instructions to no one in particular. You didn’t greet her as soon as you came in, knowing how she gets around this time of the year. To be honest, you were sure that she didn’t exactly like you.

“Donna, my goodness! You look wonderful.” you lay the complement on sweetly, smiling brightly. If you don’t wilt in her presence, she wouldn’t be able to smell the fear on you.

Donna swivels her head to look at you, cigarette dangling from her lipstick smeared lips. Eyes lined in thick mascara, her disapproving expression ripples through you. You smile wider.

“I brought over a little casserole. I figured it would compliment the fish nicely.”

Shifting to face you fully, Donna crosses her arms. “Casserole? What casserole?”

You point to the tin foiled dish. “That one. Mikey brought in, did he not tell you?”

She scoffs. “Yeah, just like he told me about him breaking things off with what’s her name.”

“Anna.” you mutter, swallowing the lump that quietly made its way up your throat.

“Yeah, Anna.” Donna turns back to the task at hand, haphazardly swinging a knife about. “I liked her better.”

Forgoing your much desired glass of wine, you stalk out of the kitchen. On the outside looking in, the Berzatto’s appeared to be your average family. The warm glow of the lights shining out into the frost covered sidewalks invited you in all those years ago and once inside, you then realized why people were so hesitant to accept invites or why Mikey refused to bring up his past.

You didn’t have this growing up. Your family life was much quieter, mom and dad both kept to themselves. Distant cousins never visited for the holidays and you were an only child so there weren’t any siblings to fall back on.

It was boring.

Drove you crazy.

So when the Berzatto’s welcomed you in with open arms (well, some of them) you threw yourselves to the wolves willingly. It helped you grow a thick skin, talk over people and man handle the biggest guys in the room. For that, you were thankful.

A hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, dragging you away from everyone and up the stairs. Mikey is headstrong in his quest to get you alone, not caring to see if you were keeping up the pace. You both stagger inside his room, the door shut soundly behind you, followed by the lock turning.

Mikey doesn’t give you a second to react, mouth leaving open tongued kisses along your jaw and collarbone, hands working at tugging up your skirt.

“Mikey, baby, baby, wait-” you plead, backing up to create space between the two of you.

He flops onto the bed, hands on his knees, fingers raking through his hair again and again.

You’re careful as you sit next to him, scratching your own fingers along the center of his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” is all he utters.

“Bullshit. Talk to me.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, you get it. The party continues below you both, profanities and insults flying like it's nobody's business. It was too much. For Mikey, Camry, anyone. The more time you spent with his family, the more you realized why Carmen never came back to visit. Why Michelle skipped out of town and up to New York. Anything to keep the family an arms distance away. 

Why Mikey feels trapped.

“I know.” you whisper against his shoulder, mouth pressing in tiny kisses. You lift his head up with both of your hands, cradling his face gingerly. The tiredness exudes for nearly every crevice, eye bags worn and solidified. You use your thumb to smooth out his forehead, laughing softly when he wrinkles it more.

“You’ll always have me, Berzatto.”

“I don’t deserve you. Never did.”

You tut. “That’s not true. You’ve always had me. From the moment you sold me that greasy, sloppy sandwich down at The Beef. I was a goner.”

Mikey chuckles, leaning into your hands more. “I got you something.”

Your eyes go wide, brows forming a skeptical look. “Is that so?”

Mikey flickers his eyes down to his pants and you scoff.

“Wow, Michael. Are you gifting me your penis? Again? I must’ve been too nice this year.” you gently slap his face in mock anger.

“Haha,” he deadpans. “Try my pockets, detective wiseass.”

You let go of his face and rummage through his pants pocket, producing a ball of torn tissue paper, kept together by a single piece of tape. Confused but curious, you unwrap the gift, facing dropping as your eyes find his.

The tissue tumbles to the ground, revealing a necklace. At the bottom of it dangled a charm of…cheese?

“I remember the first day you came into the shop. Like a goddamn bat outta hell. Never seen anything like it. You ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and asked for, um, what was it?”

“Havarti-”

That’s right! Fuckin’ havarti cheese! What the hell even is that?”

“How do you own a sandwich shop and not provide a variety of cheeses, I don’t understand it.”

Mikey gawks at you. “Babe, we’re called The Beef. Not the cheese. But you wanna know what I did?”

You encourage him to finish, as if you didn’t know the rest of the story.

“I told you to wait and-and I was gonna go check in the back. I booked it out of the back door, all the way down to Malik’s corner store and bought the most expensive cheese he had. I rush back to the shop and guess what?”

“You made the sandwich.”

Mikey’s face cracks into the biggest grin you’d ever seen, eyes crinkled at the corners. “I made the goddamn sandwich. Brought it out to you myself. Told you that we didn’t serve grilled cheese but for you, I’d make an exception.”

Your eyes well over in tears and you blink rapidly to keep them from falling. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, ya know.”

“You’re telling me all I had to do was buy you some cheese to get in your pants? Hot damn.”

You playfully shove Mikey back against the bed, crawling over to straddle him. “Well, it worked after a while, didn’t it?”

Mikey thrusts upwards, growing erection sliding against your damp underwear.

“It sure did.”

He grabs the back of your neck, surging up to slot his mouth against yours. You aren’t delicate in the way you claw at him, nails digging into his tanned flesh. Pushing up your skirt, Mikey palms your ass, stroking it before landing a hard smack against it. You moan into his neck, biting down.

“Perkiest ass I’ve ever seen, baby, shit.” Mikey groans, voice an octave deeper.

“And it’s yours. All yours.”

Mikey secures the back of your head as he flips the two of you over, pushing you down on your stomach. You do the rest of the work for him, sticking your ass up, and curving your back into an arch.

Mikey readily pulls down the zipper of his pants, hands readjusting his briefs until he is able to free himself. Spitting obscenely in his palm, Mikey shoves your panties to the side and rubs his saliva across your slickness. You buck back into him, whimpering when he graces you with a lone finger to loosen you up. You whine and wiggle your ass some more, ready to receive all that he was going to give you.

“Gonna give my baby what she wants, don’t you worry.” Mikey purrs, aligning himself to enter you. He slides in easily, the strained sigh as he fully situates him inside you never ceasing to make you wetter.

You pull yourself up so that you were resting on your hands, peeking over your shoulder to catch a gaze at Mikey as you begin to fuck him. He was enthralled at the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you, the way you were able to handle him without saying a single word.

He would love to take his time and thoroughly explore your cunt but time is of the essence. Wrapping his right hand around your neck once again, he yanks you up into a deeper arch, left hand on your hip in a deathgrip. He meets your thrusts with his own, dropping his left leg down on the floor to gain some balance.

Between the familial bickering creeping up the stairs, all that could be heard was the squelching of your pussy and the labored breathing of Mikey, muffled praises spurring you on further.

He slaps your ass again and you tighten around him, eyes rolling to the top of your head as you attempt to hold onto his arms for dear life.

“Mikey, oh fucking god, baby you’re gonna make me come so hard. Please, please, please!”

He answers you by sticking his fingers in your mouth and you automatically clamp down on them, sucking and gagging until spit dribbles down the side of your mouth.

Mikey picks up speed and the coil inside you breaks as you reach your peak, legs stiffening as you rear back against Mikey. He continues to fuck you, albeit at a slower tempo, humming as you spasm against him.

“That’s my girl, my favorite fucking girl. Where do you want mine, huh? Tell me where you want it.”

He removes his fingers and lets them trail down to tease and pick at your hardened nipples that now poke through your shirt.

“I wanna taste. Want it in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” Mikey lets you go and you catch yourself before you fall completely face first into the bed.

“Get on your knees, now.”

You do as you're told, scurrying to position yourself on your knees in front of Mikey. Mouth open and head tilted back, you let a hand caress your breast as the other slithers up his thigh.

Mikey is affectionate as he goes to grab the back of your head, other hand tirelessly stroking his cock. A vein pops out of forehead as he grunts, a few milky droplets coating your face, before steady ropes accompany it. A few of them land in your mouth and you swallow it all eagerly.

Mikey tries to calm his breathing, watching you with hooded eyes as you lick at the tip of his cock, cleaning up the remnants of yourself off of him. You take him down all the way to the shaft for shits and giggles, pulling off of him with a low pop.

“Goddamn devil.”

You wink, swiping at the mess you could feel dripping on your face. Mikey helps to clean you up, both fixing each other’s clothes to appear less wrinkled. Seemingly ok with your appearance, you start to head downstairs but Mikey stops you.

He steps behind you, lifting up the necklace he got you. He fastens it, walking to your front to admire it.

You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth for a kiss.

“It’s you and me, Berzatto.”

“You and me.”

Exhaling heavily, you open the door to reenter the Berzatto family chaos, a new found confidence lighting your path.

[doctenwho]

Man (and TARDIS)’s Best Friend

Hey! Thanks so much for the request, I had a lot of fun with this one! Most of the dogs in this fic are either dogs I had when I was little (and currently) and a few are my friend’s dogs. 

The TARDIS being a troublemaker is my new favorite thing, so hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,700

Summary: Check out the prompt above :)

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the rightful creator!)

In your defense, things had probably gotten out of hand. You really hadn’t meant for it to happen, for one to turn into two, two into three and... well, three into seven.  

It really had started with one.  

Just a few weeks ago. You were on earth, which, for it being your home planet, you didn’t tend to spend much time around anymore. You and the Doctor hadn’t exactly split up, but he’d left you to your own devices while he went off doing whatever it was he was doing on earth. The man had an agenda, and earth was the only place you didn’t mind being by yourself on.  

It was later in the evening, street lights illuminating the darkness around you as you strolled. It was nice to just be back on earth for a while, where you knew the terrain, and the people. Where things weren’t completely surprising, or shocking.

You’d been so caught up in your own head as you wondered around, you’d barely noticed the creature cowering on the sidewalk that you tripped over. The creature whimpered, and winced down, and it instantly broke your heart.  

You’d always been an animal person, sympathizing with those neglected, or abandoned, or abused. You couldn’t imagine ever intentionally hurting, or leaving a pet alone, so this was hard to see.  

The dog, you realized, stared at you fearfully. Cowering down like you were going to hit it. It was an older dog, dirty and scruffy, some kind of shih-tzu mutt if you were to guess. Its fur was matted, clearly left to on his own for a while at this point.  

You didn’t even want to think about what this dog had been through, just from his attitude towards humans, as well as it’s neglected state. He’d obviously been abandoned—maybe grown too old and lost that cute ‘puppy’ image that some people craved. The thought disgusted you.

The poor little guy was skin and bones, shivering where he was tucked in on himself despite his coat of matted fur that was probably too warm for even the late-night chill.  

You knew you couldn’t leave him. Not in good conscious. He obviously needed someone—he needed a person to care for him, and do the right thing for him, which is... well, it’s how you found yourself sneaking into the TARDIS with the poor little dog swaddled in your sweater.  

The Doctor wasn’t much of an animal person. He’d never outright said it, but you’d never really seen him interacting with creatures. Not like how a human would love and care for a stray dog, or cat. He never seemed the type.  

You weren’t sure how he was going to react to the dog.  

You moved swiftly through the TARDIS, your little companion wiggling in your grip as you snuck through the TARDIS halls. You weren’t even sure if the Doctor was in, or out.

“(Y/N)?” His voice called from behind you. The bundle in your arms froze, as did you as you debated your options. You were a ways away from your bedroom—the safety of it where you could clean up the little dog and think of a better plan than to be caught in the hallway with a stowaway in the Doctor’s space and time machine.

The Doctor’s steps were approaching, following behind you. He was so close. You turned to look behind you, afraid he’d catch up and you’d have to explain the dog so soon. You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking about making a break for it as you turned forwards again--

And there before you, was a doorway. Which didn’t make sense, because you’d been in the hallway, at least twenty steps away from your bedroom door, if not more. You knew for a fact there wasn’t any doorways for a while, because this corridor often felt endless. You looked around in confusion, frowning to yourself as you let your hand settle on the doorknob.  

“(Y/N)?” The Doctor called again, confused, and so much closer than before. You barely had a second thought as you pulled the door open, tumbling in as your feet moved before your brain could process the action.  

The door shut behind you, which you had absolutely no part in as you tried to finally catch your footings, arms securing around the bundled dog. It was only when you looked up to see where you ended up that you realized you were in you room.  

It didn’t make a lick of sense, but you were quick to settle the dog into your closet as you heard steps approaching, managing to jump onto the bed and pretend to be reading a book that was on your bedside table just as the door opened.

The Doctor furrowed his brows at you, gaze looking from the book in your hands, up to your face in confusion, “I could’ve sworn I just saw you returning to the TARDIS,” the Doctor commented, voice almost distasteful as he eyed you.

“Nope,” you forced out, hoping you didn’t sound as much like you were hiding something as you did to your own ears, “been here a while, Doctor.”

The man casted his eyes around the room again, looking for anything out of the ordinary, before he settled on you again, clearly coming up short.  

“Uh huh, well, we’ll be leaving shortly if you’re good to go?” he blinked, leaning just the slightest bit against the doorframe, and giving the room another thoughtful onceover.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, cursing your anxious nerves internally before flashing the man a grin to hide you panic.

“Alright, well,” The Doctor frowned as he moved to pull the door shut behind him. He paused before it shut, standing for a second before he spoke again, “I was unaware humans could read upside down.”

The door clicked shut, and it was only then you let out a breath, eyes snapping down to the book you were indeed holding upside down. You groaned to yourself as you righted the book before dropping it back on the bedside table annoyed at that tiny detail that could’ve ruined it all.  

You pushed yourself off the bed, moving swiftly to the closet where you pulled the door open and smiled down at the nervous little dog. He was still mostly wrapped in your sweater, but his head and shoulder were exposed.  

“C’mon,” you offered your arms, “let’s get you clean up, huh?”

The dog only hesitated for a second before moving close enough for you to pick up. You cradled him in your arms, pressing your cheek against his head as you stared up at the ceiling for a second.  

You weren’t entirely sure what had happened just then, but you know one thing. You definitely hadn’t done it alone.  

“Thank you,” you smiled up to the ceiling, knowing exactly who’d helped you protect the little dog.

----

You’d given the little dog the name Teddy. He’d been a nervous wreck when you’d been snipping away at his matted fur with the scissors in your bathroom, but he’d warmed up to you a lot while you bathed him warm water with a sweet-smelling dog shampoo that was, confusingly enough, hidden away in the bathroom cabinet.

The name had only really come to be when bedtime rolled around, and you found yourself with a cuddly, snuggly little dog tucked in your arms. It was like snuggling with a teddy bear, and you couldn’t imagine naming him anything else as you stroked his ears as he slept.  

You really had just meant to leave it at Teddy, and see how long you could get away with hiding him away in your room. You snuck him food from the kitchen, set down a bowl of water in the bathroom, as well as a bowl of kibble that you had absolutely no idea where it had come from. You suspected the TARDIS helping you out where she could, and the thought made you smile.  

It was almost a game at this point, and it was a funny thought that it appeared to be you and the TARDIS against the Doctor. Finally, the odds seemed a bit more well-rounded.

Hunny and Saidy had come into your life unexpectedly.  

You knew the two German Shepherd Rottweiler mixes well. You’d gotten the call from your friend, the one who owned the two, that she could no longer keep them. She was being evicted, and it was quite hard to find a flat that would allow someone to have two medium-big sized dogs.

You knew you really shouldn’t take them—but you knew the girls, and they loved you, and the thought of them being rehomed, or given to the pound or something else just because no one wanted to take them made a weight settle in your stomach. The thought of them being separated tore at your heart.  

You weren’t sure where you were going to keep them, as you walked into the TARDIS holding both a pink and purple lead as you led them into the time and space machine. The girls were quiet, silent besides their paws tapping on the floor, as well as their panting as you led them along.  

You bit your bottom lip as you opened your door, stepping in quickly as you ushered them in, before closing the door and leaning your back against it. When you looked up, your jaw dropped.  

Your room was double the size it had been before. Three food bowls, and three dog beds—one small, and two big enough for Hunny and Saidy to sprawl out on. It warmed your heart to see, the effort the TARDIS was going through to make room for the dogs was honestly adorable.  

There’d been that inkling of worry that you wouldn’t have enough room to house these dogs and that you’d need to start rehoming them.  

You grinned up at the ceiling, “you go, TARDIS,” you laughed out as you kneeled to scratch at both Hunny and Saidy, then, to the dogs, you continued, “welcome home, girls.”

Teddy wagged his tail happily from the bed, hopping down to greet the new dogs, and you were overjoyed to see them all getting along.  

----

Gizmo was not a dog. Well, he wasn’t an earth dog, at least. You and the Doctor had been on a planet in a universe you hadn’t even known existed when the two of you stumbled upon a pack of little creatures.  

They were babies, you could see.  

You’d never seen anything quite like them. They were tiny—like teacup chihuahuas, fluffy like them too. They were a bit bigger than palm sized, and you were sure they didn’t weigh much more than half a pound, if that. They almost... well, they kind of resembled dragons too. It was like an earth dog and a dragon procreated.  

Their colours were vibrant, an orange one with purple markings, a green one with red patches. One tri-coloured one, which was two different shades of blue with patches of white.  

They were rainbow chihuahua-dragon hybrids.

The babies flocked around you and the Doctor, attempting to crawl up your shins. They made little sounds of excitement, not quite a bark, but close enough, and you instantly fell in love with them.  

“Awh!” You swooned, kneeling down so the small creatures could finally make their way up you. You’d learned early on to only be afraid of things if the Doctor appeared to be afraid of it—or if it was threatening you with weaponry, or violence. The Doctor never really seemed afraid of that. “What are they?”

“Tricos,” the Doctor huffed, crouching down so he was lower, but not quite at an angle for the little creatures to crawl on him. “They’re easily domesticated creatures, but are more-so viewed as nuisances by the locals.”

You frowned, looking down at all the little faces. They didn’t act much different than puppies on earth would. “Why do the locals not like them? They’re like little dragon-dogs—look at how cute!” You grabbed the blue and white one under the arms and hoisted him up for the Doctor to see his face.

“Well,” the Doctor clicked his tongue, crinkling his nose at the little Trico, “They’re scavengers. Like earth raccoons and rodents. Besides, they don’t quite have the intelligence for violence, so they’re pretty low on the food chain. Some locals have domesticated them, but lots don’t want to put in the effort.”

“Well,” you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, “I like them.”

“I know,” the Doctor’s smile was small, his hand reaching out to stoke one of the Trico’s backs, before he was standing up again, “well, c’mon then. We can stay here all day. There’s things to be done.”

You pouted, taking the Trico’s off your lap one by one, petting them before settling them on the ground before you were standing as well, ducting yourself off. You looked back at them, frowning as you waved before you followed after the Doctor.  

It was only when you were tucked away in your room that evening, surrounded by Teddy, Saidy and Hunny that you noticed the sweater you’d shrugged off and tossed onto your bed shift as if something was in it. You froze, watching the sweater move, as the dogs around you growled—Teddy being the only one confident enough to draw closer.  

Your heart stopped for just a second as Teddy sniffed the sweater, only to cry out in surprise as the little blue and white Trico’s head peeked out from under the folds of the sweater, tiny tail wagging against the weight of the sweater.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you laughed away the fear, sliding off the bed to kneel beside the sweater. The Trico’s nose pushed into your cheek, before it gave you a lick like earth dogs did when they liked someone. “Have you been hanging on all day?” You asked, knowing the creature wouldn’t respond now that his attention was locked onto Teddy, who was reversing cautiously towards the girls.  

“It’s alright,” you hushed the dogs, offering your palm to the Trico; the little creature didn’t hesitate for a second before pulling himself up, tail whipping back and forth happily as he did so—and you could see a bit of the lack of intelligent the Doctor had mention, but it just warmed your heart. “It’s okay.”

The dogs took the evening to get used to the little Trico who you named Gizmo. You’s fallen asleep boxed in by German Rotties, with Teddy tucked against your side, and the tiny little Trico snuggled up on your chest.  

That following morning, you found a book on Trico knowledge and care instructions on your bedside table and whispered a hushed thank you to the TARDIS as you propped it open and read about the newest addition to your dog pack.  

----

After the Trico, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d managed to find Chloe, Bella and Cohen. They were a package deal, Chloe, an older Pitbull, who’d trailed behind you, hesitant but trusting all the same as if you gave off some kind of calming pheromone that attracted dogs in need. She walked slow with Bella and Cohen following behind her like ducklings.  

Bella was a French bulldog, and you weren’t entirely sure why someone would abandon such an expensive dog so young, but you’d taken her in easily. Cohen was the smallest of the three, a chihuahua mix that pressed in tight against the Pitbull.  

They were all strays down on earth, and you’d just happened to stumble upon them while the Doctor was chasing some alien criminal around for the safety of earth. You almost felt bad sneaking away to lead the trio of dogs into the TARDIS where she welcomed them with open arms, and three additional dog bowls, and a huge cushion that the three of them could curl up on.

“I knew you were up to something,” You spun quickly, mouth dropped in a hurried attempt to get something out as the Doctor stood with his arms crossed in the doorway, scowl on his face.  

Before you could say anything, your bedroom door slammed shut, much to your own surprise, and the Doctor’s as well, who you could hear jumping back in shock.

“TARDIS,” you gasped, attention shooting up to the ceiling.  

“(Y/N),” The Doctor’s voice travelled through the door, as the knob turned but wouldn’t open. “What in the world?”

You almost would’ve laughed if you weren’t busy ushering all the dogs into your adjoining bathroom and closing them in. You tried to make yourself look natural, standing awkwardly in front of your bathroom door, and it was only then that your bedroom door finally open, the Doctor stumbling in like it had pushed open as he’d been leaning on it.

“What,” he gasped out as he tried to regain his footings, “is going on here?”

“Nothing,” you squeaked out.  

You’d known that at some point you wouldn’t be able to hide the dogs anymore. You knew the Doctor was clever, and you were actually a bit surprised it had taken him this long to figure you out. But that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid that it was happening now—you'd been holding on the idea that it would happen eventually.

The Doctor stepped more into the room so he couldn’t be locked out again, where he eyed everything in your room, his gaze settled on the dog beds and food bowls. His gaze raised from the beds and dishes to your face, where his features were unreadable.  

He was a smart man, so he obviously knew what he was looking at when he asked: “what’s all this?”

You couldn’t seem to come up with a logical explanation besides the truth. But you still stuttered over your words.

“What’s in the bathroom?” the Doctor asked calmly, stepping closer to you, as you stepped back, blocking the bathroom door more urgently.

“W-what bathroom?” You asked dumbly, but to your surprise, the Doctor’s eyebrows shot up as he angled his head to look around you. You turned to look back at the door, stumbling away as you blinked at the now vacant bathroom entry. You gaped, glancing towards the ceiling before focusing back on where the bathroom should be.  

The TARDIS never ceased to amaze you.

The Doctor’s face was pressed into a look of uncertainty as he stared at where the bathroom door should be. It was the most shocked you’d seen the Doctor in all the time you’d known him. His gaze fluttered in your direction, where his eyes narrowed on your shoulder, “that’s a Trico on your shoulder.”

It wasn’t a question. You hand flew up, where it indeed settled on the tiny little creature. You groaned aloud as Gizmo made a similar noise. You should’ve known he was going to cling to your clothes as you tried to get them all into the bathroom—that was how he found himself a home here.  

“I knew I heard barking,” the Doctor’s eyes blinked rapidly like he was trying to understand, “and it certainly wasn’t him—” the Doctor’s gaze settled on the Trico, “what else do you have in here?”

You let out a long sigh, moving towards where the bathroom door should be. “The jig is up,” you called loudly, and almost immediately; the bathroom door was back. You ignored the mystified look on the Doctor’s face as you pulled the door open and the dogs all trotted out, barely batting an eye at the Doctor’s shock.  

“You’ve brought dogs into my TARDIS,” the Doctor had a distant look in his eyes, “my TARDIS helped you hide these dogs from me. How did you turn my TARDIS against me?”

“I didn’t turn her against you,” you huffed, voice bordering on annoyed, “she just has a soft spot for dogs, I guess.”

You instantly felt bad, swallowing before you mended your words, “it really did start with just one, and then... well, how can you say no to them? Look at their little faces. And... I think the TARDIS really likes them too, because she’s been helping me out.”

“You stole a Trico--”

“Hey!” You frowned, “technically, the Trico stole himself. I didn’t know he was clinging to my sweater when we returned, he was just there. Look... I’m sorry.”

The dogs had all mad their way up to the bed, laying and watching the exchange. The little Trico though, refused to move from your shoulder. “They all just needed a place to be, like... like I did too when you found me. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” the Doctor’s voice was low, “frankly, I’m just a bit confused about why the TARDIS is so keen on these pets.”

“She’s a dog person—err, uhm, a dog time and space machine?”

The Doctor let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah,” he agreed, “I suppose she is. She’s always had a soft spot for misfits.”

The Doctor doesn’t look unhappy, or upset. He looks thoughtful as his gaze sweeps over the dogs, lingering on both you and the Trico before he’d looking back to the earth dogs, “quite the collection.”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “so, uh, can we... can we keep them?”

“How long have they been here?”

“Teddy- the uh, the little white one- has been here about a month. Since that earth visit.”

“A month,” the Doctor’s face scrunched up, almost in disbelief, “I don’t see why not then. I doubt I have to tell you they’re your responsibility, which I’m sure isn’t a problem considering they already have been for an upwards of a month, right?”

“The TARDIS has been helping too,” you remind, smile slowly crawling onto your face.  

“I’m only allowing this because the TARDIS is so keen,” the Doctor informs, but you can see through his words. He always has a hard time saying no to you, the TARDIS just sealed the deal for him. “You’re lucky I love you,” his gaze casts upwards and his smile appears a little crooked, “the both of you.”  

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Trico is the name of the Last Guardian, who wasn’t quite the inspiration behind the hybrid alien dogs, but I was picturing them looking a bit like Trico as I was writing. Body wise, at least, and I’m awful at naming things, and thought Trico would be a cool species name :). I thought an alien dog would be fun, since they travel space lol

As always, if this wasn’t what you were looking for, feel free to prompt again! I hope you enjoyed, because I really enjoyed writing this one :D Thanks for taking the time to prompt, and to read my writing, it means a lot!

[ltleflrt]

I know spn fans like to drag Eric Kripke for being bad at his job, and accidentally making it gay because he’s a closet misogynist, and using Soldier Boy to explore toxic masculinity is going to fail because he wouldn’t know it if it smacked him the face, blah blah blah...

But I wonder if the loudest naysayers have actually watched The Boys?  It’s not perfect.  It’s crass and disgusting in a lot of ways, sure.  But there’s some really good stuff in there.  

Like Kimiko?  He gave her A NAME.  In the comic the show is based on, she didn’t have a name.  She was just The Female, and she had no backstory.  She was just a feral chick everyone called The Female.  Granted, the comics only lasted for like 6 issues, so who knows if the creator intended to do more with her, but c’mon, giving her name and a family and a backstory and showing her trauma by having triggering moments... like, she’s a character.  A Character.  A Person.  

Queen Maeve is bisexual.  Not Gay, not “attracted to people instead of their genitals”, but actually Bisexual.  And when it comes out, and Vaught tries to capitalize on their lesbian hero, Maeve’s girlfriend gets snippy “You know she’s BI, right?”.  You know how no one is ever allowed to outright say they’re bisexual in media depictions?  It’s always “I don’t like labels” or some wishy washy bullshit like that.  Nope.  Came right out with a clapback over the lesbian thing, and said she’s Bi.  

And Frenchie?? WHAT A GIFT.  Toxic Masculinity who?  He’s so queer, he’s so sweet, he’s so ready to build bombs for his friends.  Not even Hughie has a bigger heart than Frenchie.  And when he does get a little controlling with Kimiko (out of concern for her wellbeing), and she snaps at him for it, he backs off and APOLOGIZES.  SINCERELY.  Help, I love him.

Speaking of sweetness, literally the whole gang is so in love with Butcher’s soft side.  They just want to sit there with popcorn and coo over him, and that’s adorable.

And Mother’s Milk!  MM is a big rough looking black guy, and when I first saw him I said uh oh, because I know SPN gets accused of being racist a lot (it is, no lie).  But he’s kind, and loving, and protective, and when he’s not involved in Butcher’s schemes, he’s a counselor for incarcerated men?  Like?  A Real Person? Not a stereotype???  

And the ONLY Good Heroes are the women.  They’re complex, and imperfect, and make mistakes, but deep down they’re Good People who have been thrust into Bad Situations and are trying to make the best of it.

And in season 2, I was like “y’all better not be trying to redeem The Deep” cuz he deserves every bad thing that happens to him.... but by the end of it, he’s still being shit on by the narrative and I love that for him.

Anyway, maybe... maybe... Eric has learned some valuable shit in the decade after he stopped working on Supernatural.  And maybe some of the toxic shit we credit to him was from TPTB at the network he worked for.  I don’t think we should give him such a hard time.

[yoichichi]

Pretty People Supremacy Playlist 🖤

for my angel @1010andneji , I hope you love it 🖤

disclaimers: fem!reader, because this a request for someone with she/her pronouns, I believe the reader is referred to as she/her a few times, Kenma is aged up and this is based in him attending University just to be clear‼️

warning: it gets a little saucy in the make out department ?

gif not mine, credit to owner

a/n: ahhhhh!!! I’m sorry this took so long and I really hope you like it and you felt like it was worth the wait! Please let me know if you need me to change anything ‼️ i luv you bae 😔✊🏼 also thank you to my wife @ikigaitooru for helping me choose your matchup here! I was stuck between one other person but we ultimately decided on Kenma, we both believe he exhibits prime quiet himbo energy :) also I kind of went off and wrote a lot on this one 😶 sorry I think? Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!!

Relationship Headcannons

Ok so ultimately, I paired you together NOT just cause you thinks he’s pretty but I think you guys would be so good together!! Like you would be so good for him

You guys would balance each other out socially and just be the best pair to hang out with pleaseee

He knows he can be stupid and chaotic with you and you know you can let yourself wind down with him!!

Kenma CAN be blunt sometimes so I’m sure he’d have to catch onto your sensitivity at first, but he’d be so sincere if he ever accidentally said or did anything that made you feel some type of way

And once he is aware of your sensitivity he’s constantly reassuring you in little ways, not only that he understands and is trying to comfort you but just to reassure you he loves you, for example :

HAND SQUEEZES

I know some people have mentioned that he wouldn’t be into PDA but I disagree! It’s just not in the conventional let me be all over you types of PDA

I feel like it’s just not a big deal to him cause he’s like 🤨 what do I have to be embarrassed for?? This my mf baby and I’m gonna hold her hand if I want to ??

Like, I see him as a big hand holder frfr

He would just see it as such an easy way to be physically close to you and even if that’s just holding pinky’s he’s down!

It would also help him if he’s feeling anxious!

Like he’d fiddle with your hands and fingers if he’s feeling particularly antsy or nervous

OH

You guys are out and he wants to go in a different direction? He’s definitely bringing your hand to his lips to give a quick peck and pull you along

“C’mon, let’s look over here”

AND HES SO NONCHALANT ABOUT IT TOO LIKE HE JUST DOESNT QUITE REALIZE THE EFFECT HE HAS ON YOU WHEN HE DOES THAT (he totally does but he likes to be slick and act like he doesn’t 🙄)

He would also DEFINITELY let you play with his hands if you’re nervous or bored or whatever reason honestly, he’d find it soothing and knows it occupies you or fills a need (and you get to look at pretty Kenma hands c’mon now)

ANYWAYS there are other little ways he’d reassure you too besides hand squeezes and holding

Definitely the type to leave you little notes in places for you to find them and they’d always say such simple things like “hi- kenma <3” LMAOOOO PLS HES TRYING HIS BEST

I think the final biggest way he’d love to reassure you would be words of affirmation (this is definitely a private thing)

I think he’d still deliver them in a blunt manner but that’s how you know he’s sincere!

You two would just be chilling at his place and you’d do something simple like, ask how much water he’s drank today or play with his hair and tell him he shouldn’t overwork himself and he’d just look at you so seriously and be like, “I really appreciate you, you know that?”

And it’d be sort of deadpan but like !!!

And he’d just kiss your hand after - always the palm - and then he’d just press his cheek into your hand before kissing it one more time and moving on like that literally just didn’t happen KENMA KING OF HAND KISSES

Okok moving on before I get stuck on his hands again anskdkdksiaj

So we don’t talk about himbo Kenma enough!!!! Like ok

He’s NOT big and ripped like ya know Bokuto and he seems super smart but I’m telling you this man is a quiet clueless himbo ‼️

You can’t tell me you’d be talking on and on about biology or something and he’d just have this little lost look in his eye while he’s nodding along and smiling softly listening to you talk and you’re like ,,??

“Wait, do you even understand what I’m saying?”

And he’d really just be like no :)

“but your eyes are really pretty and I like watching your lips move while you talk :) (this man is also a king of innocent flirting and you can’t tell me otherwise!!!)

OMG and if you’re even the slightest bit flustered by his comment he WILL notice and he’ll do his best to hide his sly little smile and just grab one of your hands and squeeze it and be like, “keep going, I’m listening”

KENMA HIMBO NATION RISE

Ok ALSO you two would literally just be such a pretty couple? Just like so pleasing to look at????? Like you’re both so pretty it’s unfair! And your style OMG

Like you’re just so soft like the epitome of 🦋✨👼☁️☺️ girl and 🎮🎱🖤👾🌙 boy ykwim???

and his long hair PLS Kenma man bun supremacy 🙌🏼

I can’t stress enough how pretty you two would be it would just make sense seeing you two together ugh

UGH you dying Kenmas hair for him?? And he’d just sit cross legged in a chair while you do it and he keeps leaning and moving to wherever you are around him cause your hands are in his hair and it’s so soothing!! What’s he supposed to do??

“Kenma, stay still you’re gonna bet bleach on my shirt!”

“But didn’t you wear that in case bleach did get on it?”

“Kenma-“

“I’m just saying if that’s the case then I don’t understand why I can’t hug you while you bleach my hair? 🤨”

“😐”

“Ok so-“

“Kenma.”

“😒”

Yeah queue pouty Kenma acting indifferent 🙄✋🏼

Just give him a kiss on his nose and he’ll get over it even though he’ll feign his grumpiness to get treated like a baby a little bit longer

UGH PLS I GOTTA STOP I COULD GO ON FOREVER

Bottom line, Kenma’s your quiet little himbo and you’re his loud soft girlfriend, and it’s one of the most adorable things ever

Ok, so we’re finally to what you came for LMAO, your playlist!

OKOK so similar to the first one I made, there’s no theme besides music taste so I tried to make this like a soundtrack of your guys relationship if that makes sense?

I really hope you enjoy and please let me know if you need any changes or would like to be paired up with someone else 🖤‼️ Without further ado, your songs and explanations!

1. Siren - Kailee Morgue: ok I think this one still kind of fits the vibe you’re looking for but you can’t tell me Kenma didn’t see you as some bewitching vixen who’s caught his attention LMAO like he’s just like 👁👄👁 she’s so pretty and entrancing help me! and he’d try to be like haha I’m cool I’m cool I’m fine 😎🥴😎 but it’s so obvious he likes you too (you’d kind of be able to tell with the way he looks at you and how it took so long for the blush to leave his neck and ears whenever he’d talk to you) but he just really decides he has no choice in the matter, he wants you so bad LMAO

2. Juice - iyla: more off the first one, the way you just appeared into Kenmas life LMAO like he saw you and just 😳🥴😍‼️ and once he started to feel real feelings he’d be so 🏃‍♂️💨 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE COME FROM??? But he wants you so BAD he can’t do anything about it, and now not only does he just want you 😳 but he wants you and he wants to be yours , pls he has it hard

3. See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) - Tyler, The Creator: ok this is like THE song to your guys relationship just UGH I know you two would have such pining. Kenma would DEFINITELY be nervous to even talk to you at first cause he’s definitely like 🥴 she’s prettt hhng and he’s so shy and you just have such HEART EYES over him and you don’t even hide it that well LMAO (“it’s them rose colored cheeks yeah it’s them dirt colored eyes 😔😩”- u @ him) and it just makes him so NERVOUS!! But you two would definitely dance around it for a bit like you’d just be so 😍‼️ He’s pretty and shy hehe I like him gimme gimme 😍 and he’d be so flustered by it at first until you guys FINALLY get over yourselves (when kenma stops being a baby LMAO) like you guys jus wanna kiss so bad and literally everyone’s like JUST FUCKING DO IT, SHIT it’s adorable really

4. Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - SZA: ok I know this song is kinda saucy an idk if it’s overplayed but listen YOU CANT TELL ME THIS ISNT KENMAS FUCKING ANTHEM!! like he jus absolutely jams to this song definitely a sza stan and loves playing vibey music like hers during his gaming sessions but like the way he would worship the ground you walk on and be like mf im HERS do not get it twisted, in no way does she belong to me buT THE WAY I BELONG TO HER WHEW ‼️

5. Moment - Victoria Monét: ok why do I feel like most of the songs I added on here are vaguely steamy LMAO but ok this song? Yeah whew 💨 this is definitely one of those songs that play while you two would be lazily making out with those little led lights on (you just know kenma has those) and you two would just be laying there and know this is one of those moments you guys are never gonna forget. Your hands are just roaming and caressing each other while your lips are locked and you guys are so breathless and it’s just wow, you guys must have manifested each other cause this moment is so perfect between you two. And even though it’s a little sloppy it’s so intimate and you both feel like you’re living in a dream. messy hair flushed Kenma whos breathing heavy? Yeah I think so

6. Deep Cuts - Healy: Kenma is always trying his hardest to be the best he can when he loves something. We know this we’ve all seen him and Tora when it comes to volleyball and the way he gets with Hinata. And this wouldn’t change when it comes to your guys relationship, he is constantly going to be putting in his best effort to get to know you better, be the best boyfriend he can be to you and make you feel as loved as he can. He’s memorized everything there is to know about you and sometimes he gets lost in that and it makes him insecure about himself from his overthinking (you can’t tell me he’s not a chronic overthinker) and he’d forget to just enjoy himself sometimes. Like Kenma stop stressing, you can relax when you hold her hand. But he’d reach this point with you when he’d probably be being a bit difficult and you’d just make him feel so loved. He had been overworking himself again, which you HATED. You could tell from the bags under his eyes and the way his hair was messily pulled back into a low bun and the way the neckline of his hoodie showed he wasn’t even wearing a shirt underneath. But it was date night!! So what if he was tired and overworked quality time is important to you!!! I mean, that’s what he’s thinking. But you would just pull him into a hug and kiss his forehead and start to undress into comfy clothes and he’d be so confused like ?? Uhm, date night?? And you’d just pull him to your shared bed by his sleeve and under the covers and into your arms while you just kissed the top of his head. You’d take his hair out of his bun and run your fingers through it getting rid of some of the tangles and just be so CARING to him. “Let’s just stay in, you’re tired and I’d rather lay with you while you get some sleep, we can always go out another time.” Yeah he’s in love that’s it ‼️ you make him feel like he’s exactly enough for you as he is and that’s all he wants pls tbis is so long and for what??? Like this could be a Drabble in itself??? Anyways

7. Easy - DaniLeigh: you guys are definitely an exclusive couple but you really show Kenma what it means to just take it slow and relax! After the date night (deep cuts) he knows it’s ok to just relax into your guys love and he doesn’t have to force or rush anything cause it all comes naturally. Secondly , the WAY THIS BOY MAKES YOU FEEL - he just always looks at you with these deep eyes that hold so much love and it makes you feel so exposed every time cause he just loves you so much and it’s so intense l. It makes your face heat up cause he so clearly thinks your perfect. Also, this just gives total late night ride vibes. Kenma would definitely be driving on the freeway and this song comes on and he just places his hand on your thigh while he’s driving and he’s humming along to this song and he can feel you staring at him so he just casts you a quick side glance and goes “hmmm?” And you’re like 👁👄👁 nothing (Kenma is the king of late night car ride music fr)

8. CPR - Summer Walker: ok I don’t even need to explain myself with this one, the song is so self explanatory! You just make each other feel so at home. Point blank ‼️ like Kenma will just think back like 😇 where would I be without this bitch the thought makes him truly sad and he likes to avoid it at all costs

9. Rain - Lucy Park: pls this song is so soft (I hope it fits the vibe ahhh!!) but this is just more of kenma being an absolute softy for you LMAO. He’s not very good at taking care of himself sometimes and you’re always there to be like 😡‼️ NO‼️ and it makes him so soft he can’t help it, it’s not that he does it on purpose cause that’s insane but the fact you know his limits when even he doesn’t sometimes blows his mind and he’s never felt more loved than in those moments (let’s bring up Deep Cuts again 🙄✋🏼 pls this boy just needs someone soft to put him in his place LOL)

10. moonlight - dhruv: ok but when Kenma knows he’s in love with you, he has to tell you. And what better way to tell you than, well, tell you. He’d definitely try to plan it in his head to be perfect like ok what’s her favorite place? Where’d we first meet? Should I tell her there? Should our song be playing in the background? Kenma, your himbo and over thinker tendencies are showing, just tell her already! It’d be early in the morning, and you two are making breakfast together while he’s listening to you ramble on about the recent events of your favorite show and he’s just smiling and nodding, doing his best to recall the other plot points that have happened. And you, distracted with your ranting, go to take a bite of your freshly made breakfast- which is still scalding hot. You IMMEDIATELY start panting and drop your fork, running over to the faucet and shoving your head under it doing your best to soothe your mouth with the cold water. And Kenma feels awful, but this is fucking hilarious. So sure he’s holding your hair back so you can really get that water but he’s dying in the process. Almost keeled over and gripping at his stomach type laughter and you’re swatting at him to no avail and he just can’t help himself, “oh, fuck I love you.” He said it between his gasps of air from laughing and didn’t even realize it. Not until you stood up fully with water still dripping off your chin just looking at him. This idiot immediately started apologizing like omg this isn’t how I wanted to say it ahhhh but you assure him this was perfect, and that you love him too (pls love this man he can’t help but love you too)

11. Easily - Bruno Major: does this count as angst? ok call back to Kenma being an overthinker who overworks himself and probably overlooks his own needs at times, there’s bound to be some tension between you two at times. You’re concerned about his health and he insists he’s fine but you know he’s not, and while I don’t ever see him blowing up on you I could see little arguments about his self-care habits. Sometimes he stays up too late, or he’s stressing himself over something that doesn’t need that much thought! Regardless, he knows you just love him and he does the same thing for you and he just needs to get better at not being so stubborn when it comes to taking care of himself. And he just hopes that you know he loves you and appreciates what you do for him even though it doesn’t seem like it all the time, and that hopefully you won’t give up on him.

12. Streets - Doja Cat: ok I added this one mainly for the vibes but like you can’t tell me Kenma isn’t pined over in university LMAO. Like he’s pretty and polite but also indifferent, mentally ill bitches eat that shit UP; and there’s PLENTY of those in university LMAO. And like you aren’t a toxic possessive person don’t worry but MAN he’s fighting these girls off with a stick at this point LMAO and he just doesn’t get it pls, like he’d definitely be the partner in an assignment who just comes prepared and is kind of quiet to a fault but is so nice and just gets his shit done. Would also offer a pencil if you forgot one and maybe I’m just a whore but that gets me everytime 😌

13. Kiss U Right Now - Duckwrth: ok mainly for the vibes but !!! You and Kenma in the kitchen cooking and this song comes on and he comes up behind you and turns you around and your faces are all close and he keeps singing “I think I wanna kiss u” and smirking but he’s just ghosting his lips over yours instead and moving his head back every time you try to kiss him and giggling before doing it all over again! giggly Kenma supremacy

14. Butterfly - UMI: ok we been talking about how much Kenma would be devoted to you, but like you wouldn’t be the same!!!! Kenma means so much to you and you do your best to show your care and all you wanna do is see him happy as much as he wants the same for you, omg you guys are so in love it’s gross 🤢

15. Pick Up Your Phone - Hojean: what more can I say!!! You guys just love each other and love spending as much time together as you can!! (I like ending these playlists with a really happy mood :) )

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Here it is! Thank you for being so patient and I really hope you like this! I always get nervous posting for my baby’s 🖤 love you cutie!

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[willowbleedsonpaper]

Ghost Of You (Part 5)

Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

W.C. : 3200

Summary:  The war with Voldemort was over. Draco Malfoy was forced to flee for his life ending up in Muggle London where he met you, the muggle whose house he broke in looking for a place to hide. You agreed to let him hide in your house if he promised to let you live your life normally. How will your relationship work as time passes and you both realize you’re no longer just partners in crime?

A/N: Can someone expalin to me the sorcery behind feeling like I wrote an entire book and realizing is shorter than previous parts? Because I don’t get it and I’m confused. Doesn’t matter, I’m back and ready to keep posting.

Again, thank you for the 100 followers. Love you all my Skittles (Yes, I am calling you skittles).

Please, let me know what you think. I love reading your comments! Shoot me an ask or somthing if you would like to be tagged. Enjoy and happy reading!

*Not my GIF. Credits to the creator*

You were frozen staring at the man just outside your door. Visibly shaken, your grip on the doorknob turned your knuckles white. Both, Jack and Draco’s eyes landed on you after a minute of silence. both in worry and confusion.

 Jack cleared his throat, looking at you “Can I come in?” he asked in a serious tone.

 “We were actually in the middle of something.” said Draco before you could answer yourself, stepping forward his chest bumping with your back. You gave him a hard stare, wondering if he actually remembered the turn your little chat had taken. You noticed then his clenched fists at his sides, he didn’t want Jack there.

 You moved your body aside, using it to push Draco back with your steps. The door opened completely, letting Jack inside with a soft Come in from you. Waiting until Jack had made it all the way to the living room, you turned to Draco behind you “Don’t think you will get out of this so easily, Malfoy.” you hissed, poking his chest.

 You were already turning to go to Jack when a cold hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you dangerously close to him “Don’t call me Malfoy” he said lowly, marking every word. His last name practically growled with a deep burning hate.

 “Or what?” you looked straight into his eyes, his grip on your wrist tightening “You’re going to force me?” you dared, his entire face turning red.

 “I promised I wouldn’t but you are being really tempting at the moment.” he mumbled letting go of your hand and storming to the kitchen without a word.

 You watched him, wanting to feel bad but you were really worked up because of everything he said before Jack’s interruption, he clearly was holding back from using his secrets to make him leave and to make you behave, as he had called it, so you let him go turning to the living room where Jack was.

 He was sitting at the couch, reading over the few papers you had left there from your work. He had always loved to go over your work, saying he had so much to learn from you. You were tempted to let him be a little longer, unfortunately you and the man in your kitchen didn’t have the time or patience to be nice.

 “What are you doing here Jack?” you asked sharply making him jump in his seat. He quickly placed the papers back from where he took them, jumping to his feet.

 “I came to see how you were,” he said simply, giving you a nervous smile “ I saw Sally and she told me you were sick.” he explained.

 Jack, was a sweet caring guy, there was no denying it. But you felt his behavior out of place. If you still were together you would have never minded him dropping by your place unannounced claiming to be worried about you, but you weren’t and the fact that it wasn’t the first time he had done it was even more infuriating.

 “Jack, you can’t keep doing this.” you sighed in defeat, rubbing your temples with tired look in your face “You ended things, remember? Not me, you.”

 “I know but…”

“No, you can’t keep coming here just because you heard I’m sick, or because  you heard I had bad day at work or because you miss me, you just can’t.” your words came out so fast you doubted he even understood what you said but his hurt look said otherwise.

 He let a breath out turning in his place, he ran a hand through his hair “I’m sorry, okay.” he spat turning his face to you, two steps and he was in front of you holding your hands in his.

 “What?” you said loudly, shaking your hands out of his “What do you mean you’re sorry?”

 “I made a mistake,” he told you with a determined look in his face “I know I did, but I felt like you didn’t love anymore and then you said you didn’t want to get married or have a family and I got scared!”

 “And then broke up with me.” you added with a fire in your eyes “I know, I was there.”

 “But then I didn’t see you for months, you wouldn’t even look at me at the halls at work, never talk to me and I realized how important you are in my life” he said, desesperacion taking over his features.

 But you had stopped listening at some point, your body felt like a statue at the tension gathered in every single one of your muscles and you were surprised that you weren’t visible shaking. “Y/N…” he whispered, seeing you had a dead look in your eyes, remaining completely silent.

 “And all it took for you to realize that was breaking my heart.” you mumbled so low he frowned, taking a hesitant step towards you “My. Heart.” you repeated, making him stop dead in the spot.

 “I’m sorry.” he whispered shakily with glossy eyes.

 “Being sorry is not enough Jack!” you snapped, pointing at him with sharp movement of your hand “I loved you, I cried every night because it wasn’t enough for you just being with me and you are sorry?” you yelled in disbelief, a stray tear rolling down your cheek.

 He had a dead look in his face, and you thought maybe you had gone too far before he scoffed, taking you by surprise.

 “Didn’t took you too long find someone else, though” he grunted, his eyes shifting to the kitchen before returning to you.

 “What is that even supposed to mean?” you asked, cleaning your cheek with the back of your hand.

 “C’mon Y/N” he said, his arms flying in the air when he began to pace back and forth “You are the most popular teacher at school, you were at everyone’s mouth.”

 You stared at him wide-eyed, the tears falling now freely down your cheeks “What?” you stuttered, covering your mouth with your hand.

 “Please, don’t act like you don’t know. Everyone at school saw you with the mysterious blond man. ” he mocked and you turned to the kitchen, remembering the day that Draco forced himself into your work, entertaining the entire class with the made up stories of your time together at college.

 You would have smiled at the memory, being more funny now that Draco had assured you he would never do something against them, but you felt numb as you face Jack once more “You’re jealous.”

 “What?” he spat, stopping his pacing.

 “You didn’t came here because you were worried,” you said meeting his eyes “You came here because you’re jealous of Draco.” you muttered, watching his face contort into one of confusion.

 “Who the hell is Draco?” he asked, and you quickly realized your mistake stumbling back.

 The sounds of the kitchen made you look back, a couple of crashing sounds catching your attention. You were about to walk in there when Draco emerged, positively on high alert when his eyes landed on you “We need to go,” he said grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door not even waiting for your answer.

 You let him pull you with him leaving Jack behind, you tried to talk to Draco, asking him all kind of questions that he wouldn’t answer. His face moved wearily over your car and the fence separating your house from your neighbors.

 “Hey!” Jack shouted, following you out the door “You can’t just run from this, you…”

 Draco cursed under his breath, turning momentarily back to Jack “Would you just shut up?!” he hissed, pulling you to your car.

 He place his hands on your shoulders and looked you straight in the eyes “I need you to get in your car, drive as far away as you can. I will look for you, okay?” he ordered, seeing the tears in your cheeks “Do you understand?” he asked softly, looking wildly for your eyes bringing his thumb up to your cheek, cleaning the tears there.

 You shook your head, eyes wide as you glanced from your home to him “No.” you told him, trying to sound more confident and failing getting a small smile from him.

 “Y/N,” he called you when you started to rant, making you stop “They found me.” 

 You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, shaking your head furiously at him “No, I’m not leaving you.” you cried, stepping away from him and the car “Let's’ go to the police, they can do something.” But you didn’t hear whatever he answered you, your eyes focusing over his shoulder on the cloaked figures emerging  from down the street.

 Everything around you slowed down, the masks in their faces sending chills down your spine as one of them raised their arm towards you, holding in their hand an object like the one Draco carried with him at all times. You didn’t have time to shout anything, your body acting on its own as the words coming out from the person right in front of you were muffled by the pain of your body landing over Draco’s.

 Your scream was cut short when Draco and Jack both reacted, kneeling beside your car taking cover from the sudden flashes of light being thrown in your direction. You were in a complete state of shock as you slowly turned to Draco, his back at you when he rose to his feet, shooting the same flashes of light from his wand, yelling words you couldn’t fully understand.

 Jack was yelling beside you, but you were unable to move your eyes from Draco. Everything you didn’t want to believe when you connected the ideas of him carrying a wand with the inexplicable reason as to why he could make you do his will with a whisper in your ear was becoming true right before your eyes.

 “Merlin!” he yelled, snapping you out of your trance “Silencio” he casted, pointing his wand right at Jack, who shoot his hands around his throat with a distraught look.

 The heavy breathing coming from Draco made you realize it was the only sound you could hear. You turned to him, his head poking over your car before he took your hand again “C’mon” he breathed out.

 He started running, never letting go of you. You managed to grasp your hand around Jack´s jacket, pulling him with you enough for him to follow. Draco took you out of the streets, entering the forest behind your house.

 You had ran for minutes, the lights tiny dots in the distance. Looking around you, you saw nothing but trees that looked the same, everywhere you turned looked the same. You wanted nothing but to stop. And you did.

 Draco turned to you, searching your eyes with a questioning look before he saw your shaking form “We can’t stop now, love.” he told you with a pleading look, reaching his hand for you to take again.

 Just when you were about to take it, something pulled you back, your fingers barely brushing his “No” said Jack with a hoarse voice “I don’t care who you are or who is after you, you’re not taking her with you.” he placed an arm around you, pulling you behind his body.

 Draco made a sound from deep in his throat, fighting his own body to not launch himself at Jack “You’re lucky I let you follow, if it was up to me I would’ve left you with them.” he mumbled, walking forward and you followed breaking out of Jack’s hold.

 “Draco.” you called, quickening your pace to keep up with him “Draco!” you yelled, seeing as he kept on ignoring you.

 He snapped his head at you, clenching his jaw he moved his eyes anywhere but you “What?” he muttered coldly.

 “What...How did they found you?” you stuttered, glancing back to make sure Jack followed. You jogged, taking his arm with your small hand, only managing to make him turn towards you.

 But the sounds of laughter reached your ears and you turned back, the echo making you snap your head in every direction you heard it coming from. Draco took your shaky hand in his again walking further into the woods, not really knowing how to return home, or if you ever would.

 “Draco!” someone sang, voice echoing in the air “You can’t hide forever!”  

 “No.” he muttered, looking wildly in every direction he could.

 The woods were dark, no light that came from the moon or the stars helping you as he cursed under his breath “Lumos.” he whispered, a soft light shining from the tip of his wand, making you stumble back and not falling for his tight hold in your hand.

 He gave you an apologetic look, mouthing something you couldn’t understand before a whisper behind you brought you back “There you are.”

 You both turned with a jump, a woman standing behind you with a grin in her face, her wand moving a stray piece of hair from her face. She tilted her head, eyeing your entire body before she dedicated a dark smile to Draco.

 “You’re supposed to be dead.” he said sharply, pulling you behind him.

 She laughed, walking around so she could keep an eye in both you and him “Don’t sound so sad to see me.” she said, her voice raspy “After all, we are family.”

 Your eyes looked for any reaction in Draco but he kept a stoic look at all times “I don’t know you.” he muttered, glancing swiftly at you.

 You didn’t know what to do, not understanding anything of what was being said or was happening made you even more frustrated, your eyes burning with the unshed tears you were fighting to keep at bay. You couldn’t breakdown there. The three of you had to make it alive first.

 Your heart stopped inside of you, eyes looking everywhere around you for Jack.

 “Oh, Draco” she pouted, her eyes shining with amusement “You hurt my feelings” she placed a hand over her heart before her eyes fell on you, your stomach turning inside you “Who is the mudblood, Drakey?”

 “Stay away from her,” he growled raising his wand towards her, using his body as a shield “It’s me who you want, leave her out of this.”

 She chuckled darkly, taking the same stance as Draco “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you watch as I play a little with her, your death can wait.” she said and you fisted his suit jacket in your hands.

 “Touch a single hair in her and you’ll regret the moment you came looking for me.” he threatened flicking his wrist, a red light shooting from the tip of his wand.

 She gasped, her eyes wild as the blue shield she had created dissipated from the air “You were always weak minded, just like my traitor of a sister.” she hissed and Draco didn’t need to take two look into her eyes to know what was coming.

 He ordered you to run, giving your hand a quick squeeze before he started dueling the woman again. He shouted spell after spell, moving expertly he draw his wand across his body and pushing with force towards her.

 You would have been in awe of him, but the image of the woman on the opposite side make you want to run and never return. She was enjoying herself, she had went out of her way to hurt Draco and now she had him right there at the end of her wand to her disposal. You had to do something.

 Draco was purposefully walking back, trying to get a grasp of you and where you were hiding. He knew there were more death eaters around, but he would have never imagined that his aunt herself would be leading the hunt for his head.  She knew she had been loyal, but never to want to kill him after all was lost. He should’ve have known.

 She struck one right blow at Draco, immobilizing him just enough for her to walk to where he stood still “Did you know your own mother helped find you?” she said, bringing a hand up to his face. “Not even your own mother can stand the idea of you, you blood traitor.” she spat, wrinkling her nose.

 “Go to hell.” he said through gritted teeth, staring deep into her eyes.

 She gave him a look of disgust, making a puking sound before patted his cheek “That’s no way to treat Auntie Bella. But first,” she said, clapping her hands together and looking around “Where’s that mudblood friend or yours?” she asked.

 “She has nothing to do with this!” he shouted, watching Bellatrix walk back with a grin “Leave her and I’ll go with. No fight.”

 She opened her mouth, the words getting stuck in her throat as she fell to the ground with a thud sound. Draco stared at the unconscious body of her aunt on the ground before he snapped his head at the squeaking sound coming from you.

 You let the piece of log fall from your arms, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. You glanced at her, taking the wand from her hand “Did I kill her?” you asked Draco shakily, your eyes were puffy but you had stopped crying and were more in shock. Numb.

 “No.” he told you, following your eyes “She’s still breathing, see?” he pointed to her chest, the air flowing in and out of her lungs. He clumsily took a step towards you taking your arms and pulling you to his chest in a hug. “We need to move, love.” he said, the words muffled by your hair in his face.

 You nodded, pulling away from him “I found Jack” you told him, starting to walk “He’s unconscious too” you showed him to where he lay on the dirt. Draco kneeled beside him, examining his body before he gave you a satisfactory nod.

 “There are more of them in the woods,” he told you, looking straight into your eyes “I need to get us out of here, including your git of an ex.” he mumbled pointing at him on the ground, grabbing  your hand “I can do that, but I need to know you would be fine.”

 “Why?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. He took off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders carefully.

 “I need to know you won’t get scared and run.” you took a hesitant look to Jack before turning to Draco.

 “Okay.” you whispered, hearing the sigh of relief from his lips.

 He stretched his hand at you, taking yours and lacing your fingers with his “Take Jack’s hand, please.” you did as he told you, looking at him again “Are you ready?” he asked you and you were sure you would never be ready, but you had no choice, so you gave him a weak nod. He took his wand out, giving you one last glance before the world around you spiraled away.

 Then everything turned black.

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SURPRISE! For the purpouse of this fic Auntie Bella is alive :) 

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Title: In Bad Waters - part nine Word count: ±3300 words Episode summary: Still in possession of the Winchesters’ belongings, Zoë meets up with the hunters on her next case. When it turns out to be a little more complicated than anticipated, she accepts their help in order to make an important deadline. Part nine summary: After splitting up, each hunter has their own part to play in order to solve the case. But when Sam has a vision, things go south real quick. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Descriptions of domestic violence/child abuse. Drug use/addiction. Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures/resuscitation. Swearing, alcoholism. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Descriptions of torture and murder, drowning. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09​​​​​​ and @deanwanddamons​​​​​​. Thanks, girls! Gif isn’t mine. If you are the creator or know who made it, please tell me so I can credit you.

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist

S1E02 “In Bad Waters” Masterlist

     Bored out of her skull, Zoë flips the page of her newspaper for the third time, pretending to read it. She found a good spot on the terrace of a Pizza Hut restaurant. Traffic drives by on Highway 412 constantly, but from her table she has a clear view of a house on Magnolia Drive. Taylor Dawlson, Laura’s former teacher, lives in the suburban home.

     It’s 14:30 and Zoë has been guarding the Dawlson residence for over an hour now, but nothing has happened so far. She hasn’t had a call from the boys yet either, so she presumes everything is quiet at the Shire place, and Dean is probably talking to doctor Hughes.

     Taylor Dawlson is home, busy maintaining the household while keeping her daughter entertained. The husband, whose name is Jeff, is working the lawn at the moment, a sprinkler system watering the pink magnolias by the white wooden fence. On the table in front of her, next to the slice of pepperoni pizza, Zoë installed her Macbook, which shows some information about the Dawlson family, just so that she knows who she’s dealing with. Taylor is a teacher at the Woodrow Wilson Elementary School, Jeff is into sportswear and merchandise. They’ve been married for seven years  and have a three year old daughter named Lesley. No criminal records on the parents, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a happy family, living in a normal neighborhood, right next to a church. One thing doesn’t show up on her screen, though, and it’s something the huntress knows for a fact; the mother happened to be in one of her flashbacks.

     She lets out a bored sigh and takes another bite of her pizza, but then feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. Quickly, she takes out her Nokia and checks the screen; it’s Sam.      “What’s up?” She yawns.      “Your stake out is that exciting, huh?” Sam responds sarcastically.

     Sam is comfortable in the driver’s seat of the Chevrolet Impala, which he parked across the street of the Shire residence, located on Reynolds Park Road. He has the window rolled down and rests his elbow on the door as he holds his phone to his ear. The streets are almost empty in this neighborhood just outside the downtown area of Paragould. A beautiful house by the lake seems like a fairytale to live in, and yet this place was the setting for violence and abuse for many years.

     “It’s like watching a documentary on snails,” she comments, after which she bites off a piece of pizza.      Sam can hear her chewing food and furrows his brow. “Are you eating again?”      “Dude, you sound like my dietician,” Zoë responds with her mouth full.      Sam chuckles and realizes how stern he must have sounded. “Burgers again?”      “No, I like a bit of variation in my cuisine,” she claims, putting up a snooty voice. “I’m having Italian right now.”      “Let me guess: pizza?”      Zoë laughs. “Pizza Hut to be precise.”

     “How do you do it?” Sam wonders, still chuckling.      “Do what?”      “Eat so much, without… well, you know--” he starts carefully, instantly regretting it. He’s on thin ice.      Zoë can’t help but grin, deciding to mess with him. “- getting big? Are you fucking kidding me, Sam? Someone who had a long term relationship should know this; clothes, weight and age are the forbidden subjects.”      Quickly, Sam sets things straight. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s extraordinary.”      “What? The weirdness of women or the fact that I eat so much?” she jokes.

     Sam chuckles, now that he can detect the trace of mockery in her voice.  “Seriously, though. How can you consume so much food and still look - you know - like you do?”      “Because I kick ass,” she answers, sassy.      Her response might have come out rapidly, for a brief moment there, Zoë analyzed that sentence. Was Sam’s remark a compliment or a flirt? She’s not sure what to think of it, but presumes the flirtation wasn’t intentional, considering he’s clearly still struggling to deal with his ex-girlfriend’s death. And come on, she has given him a pretty hard time; she’s been anything but charming.

     Zoë changes the subject before an awkward silence follows. “How’s it going over there?”      Sam glances through his windshield at the two individuals up at the house. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Mrs. Shire seems to mourn by cleaning up the entire house and her son is sitting by the lake, just staring out over the water,” Sam describes.      “The guy was an asshole, but he was still their family,” she realizes, after which a beep sounds in her ear; she has a different call coming in.       “Gonna put you on hold for a sec, Sam,” she notifies the hunter, and pushes the green button on her phone. “Sullivan.”

     “Doc ain’t talking.”      Dean walks down the stairs of the Arkansas Methodist Medical Center. He unbuttons his blazer and loosens his tie.      Zoë narrows her eyes, even though the recipient on the other end of the line can’t see it. “What do you mean, he isn’t talking?”      “He got all nervous when I started asking questions. There’s no way I can get a word out of his mouth. But he does know something, alright,” Dean explains.

     “Did you try everything?” she checks, questioning Dean’s interrogation skills.      “Well, I didn’t torture him, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t tell him the truth either,” he admits.      Zoë realizes it’s a good thing he didn’t reveal his true identity. If Dean starts talking about killer ghosts and the guy freaks out, they might have a serious problem, considering that they are identified as FBI. A call to their chief at the Bureau will ultimately result in a blown cover, which will not make solving any future case any easier.

     “You have the death report, right?” she threatens with a tone.      “Who the fuck do you think I am? Of course I have the death report,” Dean ensures cockily, as he takes out the report from his inside pocket. “Stole it from his file case. Piece of cake.”      Zoë doesn’t bother to compliment him for his deed. “Anything interesting in there?”      “Not really,” Dean presses his phone between his ear and shoulder and leafs through the pages, which contain a lot of medical talk that he doesn’t understand one bit. “It says that Laura Shire was brought in by her father around 11 PM, yada yada. Cause of death…” Dean pauses as he reads the line again and halts. “Didn’t you say that both dear daddy and Van Dyke broke their neck?” he recalls, looking up from the file.      “Yeah.”      “Laura broke hers too. Robert Shire claimed she fell down the stairs.”       Zoë scoffs. “Well that’s complete utter bullshit.”

     “One other thing,” he points out as he continues his way down the street. “Shire wasn’t just a colleague, he was his boss. Guess who the second signature on Laura’s death report belongs to.”      “Shire himself?” she assumes, stunned.      “The one and only.”      “But he’s a family member of the victim, he should have been excluded from the examination!” Zoë exclaims in disbelief.      “That’s why he got Hughes to do the autopsy. All they needed was his signature as Chief of Staff.”      The huntress gets the point now and rolls her eyes skyward. “Which makes the report valid.”      “So, what now?” Dean questions, his current mission having been completed.      “Hughes played a part in this cover up, so he might be her next candidate,” Zoë ponders, glancing at the Dawlson residence, where it’s still quiet. “There is no way you can keep an eye on him in that hospital, is there?”      “We don’t need to. Laura only attacks when her victim is alone, right?” Dean mentions.

     Zoë thinks about that for a second, her mind going over the first two murders. She didn’t notice it before, but he’s right. There were people in the house when Shire and Van Dyke were killed, but never in the same room.      “Now that you mention it. As long as the doc stays amongst people, he’ll be safe. When does he get off?”      “Already checked that; not until 6 PM,” Dean informs.      “Good, so we don’t have to worry about him until six,” she concludes, trying to think of a plan.      “Everything nice and quiet over there?” Dean wonders.      “I’m wasting my time. I’m not sure if Laura would target her anyhow.”      Dean walks into the parking lot of the Kentucky Fried Chicken only blocks away from the hospital. “And Sam?”      “Do I look like a fucking mailman to you? Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she returns annoyed.

     He enters the KFC and takes a look at the menu, even though he always goes for the classic. When Dean ignores her remark, the silence however ignites a reaction from the huntress nonetheless.      “You two had a fight or somethin’?”      “Sort of,” he admits with a mutter.      “Ah, brotherly love. What did you fight about?” Zoë asks nosy.      “That’s none of your business,” Dean returns defensive, stunned by her boldness. “Damn, you’re not curious at all, are you?”      “I’m not curious. I just want to know everything.” She shrugs, her correction sassy. “C’mon, spill it.”

     Dean sighs somewhat agitated. He doesn’t owe her an explanation, but he figures that once she knows, she might stop poking him. He keeps it as short as possible, though. “It was about Dad. Sam and I have different ideas on how to find him.”

     Surprisingly, there’s no smart counter that follows up his words. Instead, Zoë swallows back a mean remark and decides not to respond for their own good. They are finally having a conversation without yelling at each other, and although the fighting doesn’t bother her since she has no interest in becoming friends with the older Winchester, she’d rather keep it civil. Like it or not, she can use their help, so now would not be the best time to counter the hunter.

     Dean breaks the deadly silence. “Still there?”      Zoë clears her throat. “Yeah, sorry. Got distracted.”      “Want some chicken?” he jokes, as if he could teleport it to her place.      She laughs, guessing where he is. “Where are you? KFC?”      “Ahuh,” he confirms, and turns to the guy behind the counter. “One bucket of chicken wings, please.”      “Is that all?” Zoë comments.      “You’re right,” he agrees, looking back at the restaurant worker. “Could you add a Crispy Colonel Sandwich and a coke?”

     He pays for his second lunch of the day and tells the employee to keep the change.      “Did you eat?” Dean asks Zoë, as he walks out to the terrace and settles down in the sun.      She smiles at her phone. Apparently they have found common grounds.      “Yeah, pizza,” she mentions. “Which reminds me, I still have Sam on hold. If you wanna crash some place, feel free to break into my motel room.”      “Alrighty, you didn’t boobytrap it, did ya?” he checks first.      “Unless you’re a demon or a ghost you’re free to waltz in,” Zoë replies, referring to the demon trapping pentagram under the doormat and the salt lines in the windowsills.      “Room number?”      “Seventeen. Don’t break anything.”

     With those words, she disconnected her call with Dean and returns to Sam. “I’m back,” she lets him know.      But there’s not a sound on the other line. He didn’t hang up on her, she can still hear static.      “Sam? You there?”      Then she hears Sam’s voice, but it’s not comforting. A painful moan sounds from the other side of the line.      “Sam, answer me! What’s going on?” Zoë calls out, sensing something is wrong.      Sam groans. “I’m here.”

     He has the palm of his hand pressed against his forehead, eyes shut firmly. He doesn’t know what just happened to him, but a stabbing pain in his head almost knocks him out cold. The images that flashed before his eyes a moment ago remain on display, but he cannot place any of them. Visions in his sleep are one thing, but he has never experienced them during the day before.      “What’s happening?”      He hears Zoë’s voice and presses his Blackberry against his ear. “I - I think I just had a vision.”      Zoë’s eyes grow large. It has started. “What did you see?”      Sam looks up, stunned. By the sound of her words, she experienced this too. “You had one of those while awake?”      “That’s not important right now. What did you see?” she repeats firmly.      Sam thinks back, trying to recover the recollections behind closed eyes. “I saw a house, white woodwork,” he remembers. “A woman inside is terrified, screaming, and I heard a child’s voice, saying ‘You didn’t stop it’.”

     Zoë’s eyes drift from her laptop screen to the house across the street; the Dawlson home has white woodwork. Her eyes widen as she realizes what might be going on.      “It’s Laura. What else did you see, Sam?!” she pressures while getting up so abruptly, that her chair tumbles over.      “A guy mowing the lawn, sprinklers... and a church, right next to the house,” he recalls, concentrating on possible clues.

     Zoë’s runs down the terrace, leaving her Macbook behind on the table. As fast as she can she crosses the street and is barely missed by a car, but she doesn’t have eyes for it. Her eyes are fixated on the front door and she knows; Laura is here.      “Get to Magnolia Drive, now!” she orders Sam, putting away her phone right after.      Adrenaline rushes through her body as she grabs the doorknob, but the door seems to be jammed. She pulls as hard as she can, but there’s no movement whatsoever.

     “Hey! What do you think you are doing?” Jeff Dawlson exclaims at the intruder. He left his lawnmower on the grass and now approaches her with large steps.      “Your wife’s in danger! We need to get inside the house,” she tells the man straight forward.      The facial expression of the tall man changes from mad to worried, his gaze shifting to his home. “Who are you?”      “Jeff, I don’t have time to explain! We need to get in the house!” Zoë cries out, losing her cool.

     She puts her shoulder into it and tries to lift the door from his hinges, but it won’t budge. Frustrated, she looks around for another way in.     Jeff hastens to the back door, but returns soon after, panicking. “I can’t get the back door to open! My daughter is in there too!”      The huntress curses, ramming into the door again. Laura is doing this, she’s shutting them out so that she can work over her victim without being interrupted. It’s amazing how fast this little ten year old developed into the monster she is now. This isn’t a ghost problem anymore, this is a poltergeist.      Without hesitation, Zoë draws her gun from behind her waistband and aims for the kitchen window. She pulls the trigger, but instead of breaking the glass, the shell flings back as if it just hit bullet proof glass.

     “Taylor!” Jeff calls his wife's name, desperately.      But they don’t hear a sound, not even a horrific scream and Zoë wonders if that is a good sign. Not willing to give up, she creates some distance between her and the door and drives her shoulder into the wood again and again, until she feels sore to the bone.      “Goddamnit! Let us in!” she yells, furiously.

     In the meantime, Jeff got his hands on a shovel and starts hitting the windows, but none of them break. While he keeps calling out for his wife and daughter, Zoë hears the roar of a V8 engine coming around the corner. With screeching tires Sam stops the car and jumps out, rushing for the trunk.      Without pausing her efforts to get in, Zoë calls out. “You better have a bright idea, Sam!”      With two loaded shotguns in his hands he runs up the lawn, but stops in his tracks when he glances at the window. “Zoë?”

     She looks over her shoulder and sees the staggered expression on his face, triggering her to back up glances at the second story. In front of the window stands a young girl, but the sight is anything but endearing. This time she isn’t the sad little innocent kid, she looks terrifying. Here eyes seem to have sunken deep into their sockets, blood and bruises cover her pale body. Her head is tilted to the right in an unnatural way, twisted at the base. The image distorts, then she disappears.

     The next moment, they hear the sound of shattering glass. The hunters’ attention is drawn to the kitchen window; Jeff managed to break it. Hastily Zoë rushes for the door, knowing it’s unlocked now and enters the house. Sam is right behind her and hands her the shotgun in the hallway, just in case.      She looks at the gun for a moment. “This isn’t gonna help.”      “Loaded with rock salt,” Sam elaborates.      Her eyes dart to the rifle again, this time appreciating the weapon. She heard of many ways to fight ghosts, but this is a new technique. It must be a Winchester invention, seems like those lumberjacks aren’t that stupid afterall.      “You get their daughter,” she orders.      They split up and when Sam glances into the living room, he sees Jeff's and Taylor’s little girl. She doesn’t seem to realize what is going on, apparently she didn’t hear a thing. The child is playing with her dolls, as her mother told her to.

     While Sam picks up Lesley and takes her outside, Zoë rushes to the second floor. Quickly she climbs the stairs, her shotgun ready to fire. Alert, she scans the corridor; all clear. Knowing Laura might still be inside, she takes a deep breath and busts the door to what she assumes to be one of the bedrooms. What the huntress sees inside makes her stomach turn, even though she has seen her fair share of blood and violence.

     What she feared the most has happened. Laura made her teacher die an even more horrible death than her own. Taylor has collapsed against the wall, her eyes stare at the ground, as if she was unpleasantly surprised by her attacker. But she doesn’t move, she doesn’t flinch; she’s dead. Her arms and neck seem to be broken, a bad head injury that cracked her skull giving Zoë a glimpse of her brain. Blood prints of her head and hands are smeared over the pink wall paper of her daughter’s room. Crimson stains the carpet, the teddy bears on Lesley’s bed, the covers, even the ceiling.      “Damnit, Laura,” Zoë says, breathlessly.

     Footsteps echo from the staircase behind her. She looks back and sees Jeff, running onto the corridor.      “You don’t wanna see this,” she warns, trying to keep him from the doorway.      But as she would have done, he steps inside anyway. As soon as his eye catches the sight of his wife in the state that she is, he freezes. Unable to say anything, unable to move like a deer in headlights, he looks down at her dead body as tears well up in his eyes. Zoë watches him, but she can’t get a word out of her mouth. After she swallows apprehensively, she averts her eyes away from the heart wrenching scene.

     “Taylor…” Jeff whispers as tears run down his face. The cry that follows      gives Zoë chills. “Taylor!”      In a blink of an eye this family’s life has changed forever. The woman Jeff loves dearly, the mother of his child, just got ripped away from them, murdered, and there is nothing he can do to reverse that. Zoë knows the feeling, she knows it way too well. He falls down on his knees in her blood, but he doesn’t hit the floor. He hits rock bottom.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate every single one of you, but if you do want to give me some extra love, you are free to like or reblog my work, shoot me a message or buy me coffee (Link to Kofi in bio at the top of the page). 

Read chapter ten here  

[yejiroh]

OH HOLY SHIT OKAY! So I request a fanfic about an mc that thought she could handle her social anxiety and go with Levi to a convention... Though she ended up having a panic attack,but luckily Levi is there to try and comfort her. Hope this is okay!

OH HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOUR ENERGY😂😂😂

*Reads through the request*

I got you babe! This was super fun to write! Sadly, I’ve never been to any conventions, but from what my friends tell me they’re pretty chaotic. Broke girlie can only dream. 

Anyways, Here ya go!

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Conventional Panic!

Leviathan x Social Anxiety! Fem! MC

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“And so I was saying that maybe we should- Hey, MC! Are you even listening?” 

The pout on Levi’s face was evident as MC snapped her head up, waving her hands muttering ‘Sorry’s’.

Poking her shoulder, Levi looked down at her.

“What’s up with you? You’re so quiet today?”

MC sighed, shrugging off his worried glances. “Sorry Levi- I didn’t get much sleep last night. What were you saying?”

The spark in his eyes lit again as he took a deep breath.

“Okay, so, there’s this anime convention going on in the human world next week, and they’ll be featuring a lot of legendary creators! Like Hiro Mashima, Koyoharu Gotouge, Sui Ishida- all of them! I wanna go and cosplay but deciding which character is gonna be the death of me. And then there’s the TSL- oh there’s just so many options and ah…”

Levi went quiet, a blush suddenly spreading across his cheeks as he realized he was droning on.

Chuckling, MC patted his head, her fingers going through his indigo locks. 

“Go on, Levi, I’m still listening.”

“O-oh...um..can you come with me- NOT AS A DATE! I...just want some company, and you’re the only cool normie around so...”

“Sure.”

***

That was last week. 

That was last week when MC had confidence. 

Now, in his Ruri-Chan cosplay and you in your (desired character) outfit, you walked to the huge building with posters and banners, displaying in bold letter, ‘2020 ANIME CON!’, ‘FEATURING HIRO MASHIMA AND MORE!’, ‘COME GET SIGNED AUTOGRAPHS!’ and in a much smaller, much finer print, ‘$150.00 Entrance fee at the door only. Cash, credit, debit, checks, and PayPal only.”

His blue eyes beamed with happiness as Levi’s hold on your wrist tightened, dragging you to the convention with his wallet in his other hand. 

“MC! Thanks again for coming with me!”

It was a sea of characters, all from different universes, coming together to celebrate their love of anime, and in the back of her brain, somewhere, it clicked that she was actually here, and was not expecting this many people.

A tug on your hand; Levi had gotten the passes, holding you close as you entered the building. 

It was as if he was an entirely different person, as if he wasn’t just an awkward mess last week, or in the car, or walking to the gates. 

It was as if they had switched personas entirely. 

“L-levi, slow down!”

MC exclaimed as she tripped on her own feet, little “Excuse me’s” here and there.

It felt as if everyone was staring at her, judging her silently, thinking, ‘Oh, look, she’s such a dork!’ , or, ‘Where’d she even get that outfit? A thrift store?’

It was an overwhelming feeling, like she was put on a stand in front of thousands, presenting something she didn’t know enough about. 

Leviathan's laughter was her call back to reality; he was chatting with other Ruri-Chan fans. 

“Yeah man- your cosplay is amazing by the way, where’d you get it? I don’t think I’ve seen that design anywhere!”

“Ah, thanks! I made this myself. Not too hard, but I did prick my finger making the wig once or twice.”

“That’s sick bro. And your girlfriend’s costume is awesome too!”

Levi laughed again.

“Girlfriend? Nah, this is my friend, MC. She agreed to come with me today.”

“Like a date?”

“Nah, man. “

Who was this person? Where was Levi?

MC’s head swarmed with a million thoughts, noticing how the guy was staring at her. Was her costume too tight? What was wrong? Stop staring, damnit!

A squeeze in your hand; Levi looked at you. 

“MC? You okay?”

“Huh?! Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

MC, was in fact, not fine. Her throat had swollen from the sudden tears, a gag like reflex restrained.

Head spinning, the blood rushed to their cheeks, and Levi let go of her hand, instead placing both onto her shoulders, shaking her gently. 

“MC? C’mon, calm down. Deep breaths. “

 The guy from before had left, no longer interested in the two.

MC shook her head as the demon pulled her aside, reminding her to breathe. 

Gentle hands cupped her cheeks, and golden blue eyes met her own e/c ones.

“MC, let’s go home.”

MC  put her hands up in protest, but Levi shook his head softly.

“It’s okay. I understand. And besides, I already got what I came for. “

With a cheeky smile and a faint blush, the boy took her hand and they strode home, Levi telling his own awkward adventures, MC laughing and relaxed at last.

[astralsi]

10 reasons why you should read @literalite’s Dont Go Where I Can’t Follow

you know literalite ?? the legendary writer of meet me in the woods ? well get ready because theyre back with A NEW STORY !  its literally a sin that some of you are sleeping on @literalite our legend... like c’mon have you seen their posts??? you can trust me on this i used to do book reviews for the school paper. perhaps im sucking up but hey i’m genuinly really excited n passionate about this story guys... fr

1. THE PLOT IS SO GOOD !!! it’s literally incredible and i can’t wait until you guys (me included) find more about it!! the story discusses so many interesting subjects and the character development is to die for, + it really keeps you engaging and basically never gets boring... which is pretty difficult to achieve in a sims story believe me.

2. The characters are amazing? Right now theres this big family dynamic which is super fun, and the upcoming characters... make me emotional. a lot. yeah. anyways !! seph is incredible at creating characters and i can’t wait to see them in their full glory.

3. ok but the dialogue is incredible... i am literally running out of positive words to describe this with so u KNOW its good. anyways seph is so thoughtful with their dialogue and it feels so real, it’s like you’re watching two people talk in real life. along with that it’s also really funny sometimes and there have been moments where i teared up a lil... so...

4. the representation in seph’s stories are off the charts... as it should be ( side-eye to some of you fr) there’s gay, nonbinary, trans, people of color, disabled people, fat people, it’s wonderful to have a creator here that actually puts thought into their characters and actively puts representation their stories!!

5. have u seen... how amazing the story posts look... straight up out of a movie dude... it’s immaculate like seph edits almost every single post and u can tell all of that work pays off fr !! seriously i dont think i’ve seen a story as beautiful as seph’s

6. OK but the LORE !!! there’s some much detail in seph’s story... sometimes i think they must be on a higher level or smthing cause i cant even spot it all... literally insane in the best way ... anyways like we just have to send asks dudes !!! they will talk about dgwicf at any given time and i think that’s great because like i want to learn more i hope u do too

7. the amount of time that goes into it.... SEPH WORKS HOURS ON THIS SHIT !!! AND NONE OF US GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR IT !!!1!!!!!!!!!! THATS FUCKING UPSETTING !!!!!!!!1 i will make it my personal mission to make mister joseph feel validated and the fact that i failed that makes me deeply upset. so yeah. like. the work that goes into this story... we need to step up our fan game we can do better c’mon (me included !)

8. the music and pinterest boards are super cool !!! as we know joseph has a really good music taste +  they have a great eye for aesthetics and u should defenitly check them out !!! i personally love that stuff so... yeah !

9. the passion seph has for it is incredible and it makes me so happy to see how much love they have for it... any creator will know the feeling of developing and making your own thing and like... it radiates off seph ! passion is so important and believe me seph has loads of it

10. us ! we need to establish a full fandom or i will be very angry ok??/ i hope we can start appreciating don’t go where i can’t follow because it simply deserves it !

so yeah in conclusion : dgwicf slaps hard and i think we should all read it  !

[giddyupponyboy]

Anonymous asked: "50 w/ Steve Randle? Thank you!"

warnings: intoxication?

a/n sorry this took so long, i was super hesitant about posting it because i feel like it’s not good enough but i honestly couldn’t really think of anything to add. 

Also sorry for the lack of imagines, between work and trying to run my art blog i’m finding it hard to set aside time to write but my motivation is back and im halfway through another one so I’ll be posting again soon! 

also credit to gif creator, i just found it on google so lmk if you know who made it!

alright leggo!

A classic greaser party. It was at some guy named Charlies house this time around. Word was his parents were out of town for a while, so he decided to throw a shake for all his friends. But it ended up being much bigger than that, and how she ended up there was beyond her. One minute she was pregaming with the boys at the Curtis house, the next she was stumbling around pushing past people to find anyone that looked familiar.

She did not like being drunk. She felt disoriented and awkward. Not to mention she becomes out of control of her actions and says and does anything she pleases. She regrets it immensely the next day, making a note not to drink so much next time. But one thing leads to another and the cycle repeats.

Steve. She needed to find Steve. She had lost him somehow, unable to retrace her steps to where she last saw him. They were both quite intoxicated and had been hanging on each other all night, Steve being much more possessive than he’d ever been. It was obvious they had feelings for each other, but it definitely came out more when they were drunk. She had almost flat out told him her feelings for him many times that night, but the small sober part of her kept that instinct well guarded. That would definitely be something she’d regret in the morning.

Still, her actions probably made it very obvious. Hanging on him, kissing him on the cheek. But the actions were reciprocated, which made her drunken heart jump for joy.  The memories were slowly coming back. She started to remember walking with him hand in hand from the Curtis house to the party. Then coming inside. But it began to get quite hazy from there.

She pushed past various people in the crowded room. Her vision was blurred and she was dizzy, struggling to maintain balance. Every time she felt herself leaning too far over to one side, she steadied herself on one of the many individuals standing in the room. She would quietly apologize and continue on.

“(y/n).” a voice called. It was muffled. She looked all around but could not find anyone. “(y/n)!” it said again, louder this time. She was about to turn around once more when she felt herself stumble and fall. Before she got too low, a pair of arms caught her, and a broad chest cushioned her. She looked up and in her distorted haze she was able to make out Steve’s features.

“Steve!” she slurred with relief. “I was lookin’ everywhere for you!”

He looked at her with a worried expression when he saw her state. “C’mon,” He said, leading her away from the crowd. “Let’s take you someplace quiet.” He guided her through the house then to the stairs. He helped her up as he followed closely behind. She tried her best not to stumble and sway too much, but it was futile. If Steve’s hands weren’t on her waist as she climbed up, she probably would have fallen backwards. Once they reached the top, Steve’s hands left her waist.

He walked around to face her, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders and bending down to eye level to talk to her. “You wait here, alright?” He said firmly. She nodded in response.

He turned and walked down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. It was obviously occupied; the door was closed, and suspicious noises could be heard from inside. Luckily for him, the door was unlocked. He pushed into the room as she stood by and watched, not quite comprehending what was going on. She was jolted a bit when she heard him yelling.

“Get out! Now!” he said from inside the room. There were shouts of anger yelling back at him. But soon after, a young couple walked out of the room, their heads hanging low as they shuffled past her and down the stairs. Steve came back out of the room and grabbed her hand. She followed him and he led her to the bed. “Wait here.” He said. “I’m gonna go get you some water.”

She giggled and nodded, and Steve left the room. She was very slowly starting to sober up. The room was spinning less, and she felt like she could hear a bit better.

She lied down on the bed and closed her eyes, almost drifting off to sleep when she heard the door open. “Here.” He said, holding the glass out to her. She sat up and took it cautiously. He filled it so much any slight movement caused the liquid to spill. He took as seat beside her and rubbed her back. “How much did you drink.” He laughed.

She was still chugging, her thirst seemingly unquenchable. Once finished, she handed him the glass. “I don’t even remember.” She said honestly. “Last thing I really remember was being at the Curtis house.”

“That was a few hours ago now.” Steve chuckled. “Just get some rest.”

She laid down and pulled him back with her. “Will you stay with me?” A bold move for her. Almost too bold. She was definitely still intoxicated, as she would have never done that if she was anywhere remotely close to sober.

“Yeah, just let me close the door, I don’t want anyone walking in here.”

She got comfortable under the covers. She must have fallen asleep before Steve even made it back to the bed because before she knew it, she was woken softly by the sunlight peeking through the window.

She slowly peeled her eyes open, confused and distorted. She looked to her side and saw Steve sleeping soundly beside her, his strong arm laying across her lazily. She glanced around the room trying to piece together the events of the evening prior. It was all blurry, but she was able to vaguely piece together the night.

“Steve.” She whispered, turning onto her side to face him. “Steve.” She whispered again, a little louder this time.

He hummed in response and his eyes slowly opened. “What?” he asked lazily, looking at her through half closed lids.

“What happened last night? Why are we still here? She asked.

He smiled and closed his eyes again. “You were too drunk so I brought you up here to get some rest.” He said, sighing with contentment.

Her post-drinking anxiety began to wash over here. “Did I say or do anything odd?” She asked, inching closer a bit.

He opened his eyes again, grinning wider. “No.”

“Oh my,” She began. “What happened?” she felt queasy, hoping it wasn’t too bad.

“Nothing really,” he began, moving his arm off her and turning onto his back.

“What does that mean?” She asked with urgency.

He turned to look at her for a moment before turning back to face her and pressing his lips to hers.

Her thoughts came to a halt at the action, but he slowly pulled away shortly after.

“E-excuse me, Steve! What makes you think-”

“C’mon, (y/n) it was so obvious last night.” He chuckled. 

She scrunched her face up. “Was it?” she asked in a condescending tone. “From what I remember, it was you who was making it obvious.” she giggled.

Steve positioned himself on top of her. Her heart jumped with nervousness and excitement. She stared at him, his hair disheveled but cute. And his eyes; bright blue, and more awake now.

“Well, you don’t really remember much from last night so that doesn’t really mean anything.” He teased, his hands slowly trailing up her body to her jaw, gently gracing it with his fingers. Every slight touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to feel more adventurous, her hand moving up his bicep to the nape of his neck. She lightly tugged at his hair as he leaned in. 

Their lips moved with one another as the sounds of the world slowly drowned out around them. It was tender and passionate, everything she’d wanted and more. She didn’t want the moment to end. 

Much to her dismay, they were interrupted by the sound of a door opening from the lower level and a voice calling out “Charlie! We’re home early!” followed by a gasp, then “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?”

They looked at each other with wide eyes. “We should get out of here.” She said frantically.

“Aw c’mon, just one more kiss.” He said leaning in again.

“No, Steve,” She fought her way out from underneath him. “We gotta go, now!” She pulled him out of bed and slowly opened the door. Yelling could be heard from the living room. They slowly tip toed down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Poor Charlie,” Steve whispered, looking around at the mess that littered the house. Cups everywhere, spilled drinks on the floor, crumbs and chips scattered around. It was a wild night, and it showed. “His parents are gonna kill him.”

She shushed him as she continued leading him down the stairs. They carefully walked into the kitchen as the yelling continued in the living room. Charlie was trying to defend himself but his mom wouldn’t let him get a word in.

She noticed a door leading to the backyard in the kitchen, she dragged him along and they made their escape. 

[uhzuku]

did u see how ethan went off on that subscriber when he was dling the fall guys stream? all he did was ask if hed play with mark and he basically shut him down for no reason

Yes, I did see it/hear it. The stream was playing in the background as I worked, cleaned, and tended to babygirl. Please keep in mind that I have a little to say on this, because it honestly pissed me off - so there’ll be a keep reading tab.

First of all, I completely understand where he’s coming from - and in my opinion, so should everyone else. This wonderful man is giving us amazing content every week and whenever it isn’t with another creator... ‘fans’ complain about it. He puts so much work into his channel and has earned each and every single subscriber, and yet people overlook all of his hard work and give all the credit to Mark or Sean or some other Youtuber when it’s Ethan’s channel.

He put the effort into it, he put in all the hard work, and he created all of the content that’s there, even - face it, folks - the collabs, which wouldn’t exist without him and would likely not even be half as funny, because the guy’s fucking hilarious. The fact that he got upset (and frankly pissed by the looks of things - which, again, is understandable) over constantly being asked to work with/about other people rather than ask questions pertaining solely to his channel on his livestream shouldn’t even be an issue, and people shouldn’t get mad because they’re the ones at fault.

If you’re subscribed to Ethan NOT for his content, but just for his collabs with Markiplier and other bigger named Youtubers, maybe you should unsubscribe - because while Mark’s an incredible guy, not everything is about him, especially not Ethan’s Youtube channel. Mark did not make CrankGamePlays, Ethan did, and he deserves a hell of a lot more than ‘When are you going to work with Mark again?’, especially when he and Mark have AN ENTIRE CHANNEL OF THEM TOGETHER.

C’mon now, don’t blame someone for losing their temper on a legitimate issue.

[ofheroesandvillains]

The Lucky Ones - Bucky Barnes OS

Words: 3.3k Warnings: None, Bucky/Female reader   Summary: Sometimes you find exactly what you're looking for when you’re not even looking - the real challenge is making sure Tony doesn’t find out. Please let me know if you see any mistakes! :)  

(Gif not mine, credit to the creator!)

Tony couldn’t help the way his eyes narrowed as he watched the scene play out before him.

It had been over two months since Steve had brought home his latest stray, though he really should have seen it coming. James Buchanan Barnes was the best thing since sliced bread with the way Steve sang his praises. Tony understood Steve’s need to make sure his best friend was well looked after and safe - he’d do the exact same thing for Rhodey (in fact, he did do the exact same thing).

But that didn’t mean he had to like the fact that a former HYDRA assassin had taken up residence in his tower. Tony didn’t trust very easily, which was understandable given his history, but having someone so dangerous so close to those he cared about was something that would take some getting used to.

Which brought him to his current discomfort.

In the two months that Barnes had been around, you’d probably only spoken to him twice that Tony knew of - the day he arrived, and during Steve’s birthday get-together a few weeks back. You had been with Tony since the very beginning of his Ironman days, coming to him fresh out of college at the tender age of 17. Fast-forward ten years later and he still saw you as that kid he needed to protect at all costs.

So seeing Barnes send a small smile your way as you poured him some freshly brewed coffee made Tony’s left eye twitch. He wasn’t blind, or stupid for that matter, and there was…something…in the way Barnes looked at you.

You never had luck in the love department, and Tony knew you had long ago decided to focus on your work instead. Not many men out there enjoyed being in a relationship with a woman leagues smarter than them. But you were okay, you knew your time would come eventually - or at least you hoped it would. Tony had Pepper, Steve had Sharon, Natasha and Bruce were still dancing around each other, and Clint was married, so you figured it was only a matter of time.

Tony knew all of this, you confided in him. But the thought of a killer being that man, the one you had waited for, terrified Tony. The last thing he wanted was anyone hurting you, regardless of intent, and he didn’t want anyone letting you down either - you deserved the best.

Barnes…well, being with him could either mean you were the safest person in the world, or the opposite. 50/50 was never a chance Tony liked to take.  

“Make it three, kid.”

Your eyes shot over to the doorway and you sent Tony a smile before pouring him a cup too. You didn’t notice the quick glare Tony sent Bucky’s way, but it wasn’t hard to feel the tension in the room.

“I uh, I should probably go…” Bucky quietly excused himself when the silence stretched to uncomfortable lengths, but he still managed a small smile when you turned to look at him apologetically.

“Thanks for the coffee.” He raised his mug in indication, before making his way back to the elevator.

Tony yelped when he felt a stinging slap connect with his arm. He rubbed the sore spot and met your unimpressed glare with an affronted look of his own.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You threw your arms up in exasperation.

“What?” Tony shrugged defensively, but you both knew he was well aware of what you were talking about.

“Would it kill you to be a little nicer to him, Tony?”

The billionaire rolled his eyes, and moved around you to snatch up his coffee.

“Tony!” You scolded when he ignored you.

Tony sighed, before turning to look at you. His lips twitched when he noticed the way you were looking at him. Hands on your hips, lips pursed, and the same flat look Pepper had sent his way a million times. Man, she taught you well.

Tony’s shoulders slumped when you pointedly cocked a brow.

“Oh, c’mon…we have an assassin in the house, you can’t blame me for being a little cautious.”

You nodded in consideration. “There’s cautious, and then there’s mean, Tony.”

“I’m not mean.” He scoffed as if the very idea was ridiculous.

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“What are we, twelve?” Tony huffed.

“Well, with the way you’re behaving…“ You trailed off with a shrug.

“Alright, alright! I’ll try to be nicer-”

“Good-“

“If-“ He cut you off with a pointed look. “If you steer clear for the time-being. I don’t want him near you until I’m certain there aren’t any screws loose up there.” He vaguely gestured to his head.

You didn’t even bother scolding him, settling instead for an eyeroll as he left the kitchen.  

“Hey.”

You were slipping into your heels and about to head out when you looked up with a welcoming smile.

“Hi- Woah, you clean up nice, Sarge.”

Despite Tony’s words a few days ago, you hadn’t gone out of your way to avoid him. Tony didn’t know how close the two of you had become, and you wanted to keep it that way. That man was too protective for his own good, and Bucky Barnes had needed a friend the moment he stepped foot in the Tower.

Bucky ducked his head at your teasing tone, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “You think so?”

Yeah, he may have put a little extra effort into his appearance - it wasn’t everyday that he allowed himself to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. In fact, the last time he could remember feeling anything remotely similar was way back in the ‘40s.

The Winter Soldier didn’t exactly prioritise dating.

“Sure do.” Your sweet laugh brought another smile to his face. “Got a hot date?” You cocked a brow knowingly.

“Sure do.” He parroted with a small smirk. “Have to drop this file off for Steve first though.”

Bucky smiled widely at the thought of what was to come, but you could see how nervous he was in the way it quickly faded.

“You okay?” You frowned.

Bucky found his shoulder sagging underneath the gentle hand place there. There was a time when he would tense, when particularly rough handlers forced him down into a chair. That chair. But your gentle touch had never been forceful, nor had it ever made him feel unsafe. You were always so careful around him, always willing to help in whatever way you could.

She’s a goddamn angel, is what she is, he thought.

Bucky’s pale eyes flickered between your own for a moment, deciding whether or not to tell you the truth.

“Honestly? I don’t think I’ve been this nervous since…” He chuckled lightly, “well, ever.”

“Don’t be, you’re a great guy. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” You shot him a bright and encouraging smile, a smile that made his insides turn to jelly, and tongue turn to lead. God, the effect you had on him…like a ray of sunshine illuminating all of the things he hated about himself and offering the warmth he needed to face the cold of the winter.  

Bucky shook his head with a small smile. “I’m the lucky one, my girl is perfect.”

“I thought nobody was perfect?” You cocked a brow.

“Then she’s as close to it as anyone can get.”

He smiled as soon as he heard that sweet laugh again. It was quickly becoming his favourite sound.

“Alright, Romeo, you better get going or you’ll be late.”

You rolled your eyes in good humour, but you were glad to see him smiling. He’d been through more than you could imagine, and even something as simple as a smile was enough to make him seem like a whole different person.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” Bucky stepped into the elevator, hitting the button for the ground floor.

“Oh, and uh…” His hand shot out to hold the doors open for a moment longer, and you looked over curiously. His eyes softened. “You look beautiful.”

You looked down at your outfit with a bashful smile that mirrored his own earlier.

“Thanks…I got a hot date of my own.” 

One month later…

You were late. 2 hours late.

It was weird, you were never late and it was for that reason that Tony felt a hint of worry. It was silly, he knew that, there were plenty of valid reasons for you not showing up, and just because you lived at the Tower and were associated with the Avengers didn’t mean that someone had come up and snatched you from your bed.

It was a paranoia he had to deal with regularly. You were his closest friend, you helped him with his inventions and in earlier years you were there to steer him in the right direction, despite the age gap between you. You were mature and sweet, always willing to help someone in need - now that he thought about it, you were like a smaller, nerdier, weaker, Steve.

Everyone knew that you were a particular weakness of Tony’s and he would do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if it wasn’t always morally correct. You weren’t a superhero but you spent so much time with them that anyone could see how much of a weakness you were for them.

If anything ever happened to you…Tony didn’t know what he would do. They didn’t know what Tony would do.

But it also wasn’t healthy to constantly worry, at least that’s what Pepper and his therapist -Bruce- had once told him. So he rationalised.

You could be sick. Everyone knew not to bother you when you were sick, mainly because you were even more stubborn than usual and any attempt to get you out of your room would usually result in threats of bodily harm.

Or maybe you had forgotten. It was unlikely. You were the reliable type, and you’d never forget to lend a hand when it was needed.

What else? What would I do?

As soon as the thought raced through his mind he forced it away with a cringe.

The only reason he had ever been so late, that didn’t involve getting lost in his work, was something he never wanted to think about you doing. You were like a little sister to him and he liked to think that you didn’t know what sex was yet.

It was easy enough, considering you never spoke about it. You had never brought a guy home, only ever leaving the Tower to meet your dates - whether that was out of fear of the Avengers scaring him off, or just because you didn’t want to, Tony had no idea. But you weren’t undesirable, even when you were having a lazy day in an oversized sweater with a pencil tucked on your ear. It was cute.

But he had seen it enough times at the events you used to attend with him, the leering and suggestive glances you were completely oblivious to when you cleaned up a bit.  

It brought out a nasty side of him, but Tony never wanted to see you used or hurt.

He knew what it was like, not to be used, but to do the using. As ashamed as he was to now admit it, he had his fair share of one-night-stands that had hoped for more. He hadn’t thought much of it when he (Pepper) was kicking them out of his Malibu home, but when he altered his perspective and put you in their shoes with some asshole mistreating you like that…he hated the thought.

No, he told himself. You were just sick.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Y/N?”

“I believe she’s in her room, boss.”

“What’s she doing?”

“It appears that all outgoing feeds have been disabled.”

“Hm. Weird.” Tony frowned, exiting the elevator on your floor and making his routine walk to your room.

Before he could even make it within five feet of the door, it slid open and you slipped out.

“Hey, Tony!” You smiled widely.

Okay, so maybe she’s not sick…

“Uh, hi.” A reluctant smile spread across his bearded face, one that you knew all too well. He was suspicious, dark eyes darting around your face and assessing you for any signs of…well, you didn’t know what.

You were wearing a baggy sweater, as per usual, and the smile on your face reassured him that all was well.

Noting that you were still in one piece, he crossed his arms over his chest. You knew the look he was sending you, it was the ‘you better have a good explanation for this’, ‘I’m ready to argue’ look. He usually only used it with Steve and sometimes Clint, whenever the archer left his dirty dishes lying around.  

“What uh, what brings you here?” You tried to casually lean against the doorframe, but the action seemed forced even to you. God, you were turning into Peter!

If he wasn’t suspicious before, he sure as hell was now. Tony’s eyes narrowed for a split second before all traces of his curiosity were wiped away in favour of a smile.

“Well, we were supposed to be up-“

“Upgrading the suit!” You finished, cringing when you realised you had forgotten. “Oh man, that was today?”

Tony shrugged nonchalantly, but you knew it bothered him. He would never admit it, but you knew him well enough to know that he really enjoyed working together. Your time with him was limited these days, and you felt bad about forgetting.

“It’s fine, I’ll just grab the schematics from you room-“

“NO!” You sidestepped into his path as soon as he moved toward the door.

Tony cocked a brow, head tilting at the panic written all over your face.

“Okay, I played along, now tell me what the hell is going on.”  

“Nothing.” You answered quickly, too quickly.

“Kid…” Tony raised his brows warningly.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat and you sighed. This really wasn’t how you wanted him to find out, but he was persistent and if you didn’t tell him he would barge right in and see it for himself.

“Alright, fine.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you because it’s not finished yet and I wanted it to be a surprise…”

He perked up in attention.

“What is it?”

He loved gifts. Actually that wasn’t true, he couldn’t care less about whatever box of chocolates or bottle of wine someone gifted him, but your presents…they were something special. After the whole Berlin fiasco when Barnes could have probably killed him, you had gifted him a new suit. One lined with vibranium that you were surprisingly quiet about. He had asked about it many times, but your reply was always ‘a friend owed me a favour’.

He let it go eventually, but now there was a new curiosity within him.

“It’s a new shield.”

Tony cocked an unimpressed brow. “A new…shield?”

You nodded with an excited smile. “Yeah! I was thinking, you have so many offensive weapons on the suit, that maybe I should focus on…a force field.”

He looked impressed at the idea, a slow smirk played at his lips.

“Not bad, kid.” Tony nodded in acceptance. “Alright, fine. Impress me.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief the moment the elevator doors shut and Tony was out of sight. With a weary sigh, you shuffled back into your room, making sure to lock the door behind you.

“Close call, huh?”

You perked up at his voice, unaware that he had already finished his shower. Turning around was a bad idea, you realised. You both had things to do, places to be, but the towel hanging low on his hips was a little too tempting to go ignored. Especially when it was the only thing he was wearing.

He noticed the attention. Of course he did, he never missed a thing where you were involved.

You rolled your eyes in good humour as soon as a teasing grin spread across his features.

Bucky perched himself on the edge of your mattress, holding his hand out in invitation. You took it, allowing him to pull you down onto his lap, knees resting on either side of his hips. Your hands drifted along his strong arms lightly. He used to flinch when you paid any attention to his left arm, worried that you’d either find its appearance or -more likely- its symbolism disgusting. But it had been over a month since your first ‘hot date’ as you called it, and you’d both grown a little more comfortable with each other.

Unfortunately, nobody else could know about it just yet. In fact, you were relatively certain that most people didn’t even realise you knew Bucky at all. That was the aim at least, and with Tony’s eyes glued to the man 24/7, it was not easy to maintain secrecy. God, he’d kill the both of you if he ever found out about all of the stolen moments and feelings you’d both hidden behind secret smiles and passing glances. It was bad enough that you both had to pretend to be seeing other people when you left the Tower for your ‘dates’, but you feared Tony’s reaction if he ever found out.

The billionaire had asked for time to get used to Bucky, and you would give him that time before coming clean…and then you’d pray that he was in a good mood.

“Is that my sweater?”

“What?” You looked down in alarm, and sure enough the baggy sweater was not one of your own. “Crap! Do you think he noticed?”

“Did he say anything about it?”

“No.”

“Then you’re fine, doll.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple.

You almost blushed when you noticed the gentle expression on his face, and he hugged you closer with a quiet little laugh.

“Don’t you go getting shy on me now. We’re way past that.” He whispered teasingly, his lips inching closer to your own.

“Oh, no you don’t.” His puckered lips met your finger instead, and Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hngh?”

“I have to build a force field because of you.” You narrowed your eyes in faux irritation.

“Because of me?” He laughed in surprise. “Sweetheart, it’s not my fault you’re a lousy liar.”

“But it is your fault I have to lie in the first place.” You countered with a growing smile.

“Technically, you don’t have to lie.”

“Technically,” You mocked, “I do if we want to keep breathing.”

You shared a laugh, and your arms found their way around his neck. Bucky cherished moments like these. Seeing you happy and carefree, in a bubble only the two of you could share, was the highlight of his week. It reminded him that maybe, just maybe, he could have this. He could have a relationship that any normal man could have - and even be envious of - and he didn’t have to fear his inadequacy for the rest of his life.  

“Y’know, that was actually some pretty quick thinking.”

“What, the shield thing?” You snorted lightly, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Mhm.” He leaned into your touch.

“You can thank Steve for that. His room’s across the hall and it was the first thing that came to mind.”

Bucky’s lips quirked up in amusement. Even when he wasn’t around, Steve was still there to save the day.

“Doll, I’m naked, you’re about to be naked, and Steve is the last thing on my mind right now.”

Your brows shot up. “You just had a shower-“

“Mm, don’t care.” He rolled you both over, earning a surprised squeal that melted away into another laugh.

You sometimes forgot he was a super-soldier, you didn’t really see the soldier in him, only the man. And what a man he was. He didn’t agree with you, you knew that, but that’s why you weren’t going anywhere. He was worth so much more than he realised, and you’d remind him of that everyday if you had to.

He was everything you’d been waiting for, and you were everything he thought he’d never have.  

[cinewhore]

The Only Exception - extended cut

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x fem!reader - Carmen Berzatto & fem!reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: mentions of drinking, toxic family dynamics, smut 18+ (groping, male receiving oral, penetration, unprotected sex, facial cumshot), canon death, angst and fluff. 

A/N: I wrote something a tad bit sadder and decided not to post it because the episode (s2 ep 6) was bad enough but why not? Dedicated to my lovely friend @spiderispunk​. No beta cause I don’t wanna. Ignore all spelling errors. Hope y'all enjoy. Credits to the gif creator. 

Nothing ever goes smoothly with the Berzatto’s.

Why you thought this holiday dinner was going to be any different was beyond any rational comprehension.

Trying not to be a complete klutz and ruin the side dish you’ve been working on the entire day, you delicately balance it in your left hand while adjusting your scarf tighter around your neck with your right. Putting a pep in your step, you round the corner from where you parked, spotting the stoop instantly.

It was a rare sighting to see all three of the Berzatto siblings together. With Carmy being away at culinary school, Mikey doing his own thing with the restaurant and Natalie living her life, one person always missed the other. It warmed your heart to see just how much they cared about each other, even if they didn’t show it in a normal or healthy way.

“Is that who I think it is?” Mikey’s voice booms over the light traffic passing by, handing Carmy the cigarette he was puffing on.

You crack a smile, despite it feeling like your lips were stuck together due to the cold weather. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. Fuckin’ cat had my keys.”

“How many times did I tell you to get rid of the cat?” Mikey leans down to kiss you but you turn your head, forcing him to peck you on the cheek instead.

“C’mon, baby.” he drawls, throwing you a bashful smile.

You huff out a sigh, lowering your voice. “You know I hate the smoking.”

Mikey nods, face fading into something serious before vanishing. “I know you do. You didn’t bring fish, did you?”

Side-stepping the tall Berzatto, you get pulled into a hug by Natalie, followed by Carmen.

“Hello, gorgeous! It’s so good to see you!” Natalie kisses you on both cheeks before making the move to grab the dish out of your hands. You pull back, shooting her a look.

“Nat, please. I got it.”

“Are you sure?” you watch as her bottom lip quivers a bit. You steal a glance at Carmy, who just shakes his head..

“Fuck. How bad is it?” you gaze at the disheveled trio, awaiting an answer.

Finally, Mikey breaks the silence.

“It’s at a five. Six, at best.”

You lick your lips, rocking back and forth on your heels. “That’s not too bad, right?”

“Right.” Carmy agrees, with Natalie humming in agreement.

“Just don’t fucking ask if she’s doing ok.” Mikey glimpses at his sister, placing hand on your lower back to guide you into the house.

You take a deep breath and exhale through your nose, plastering a smile on your face before entering the shit show.

You’d only been there an hour and you were called the wrong name three times, objectified, cursed at and now Fak was trying to get you to put up five hundred dollars for baseball cards.

Listening with great intent, nodding at all the right times, twirling the wine in glass in your hands desperately wanting to get another refill had your social energy spent.

“We could make you a lot of money, cousin.” Fak goes on, nudging his brother for support.

“Yeah-yeah! Think about what you could do with fifteen hundred bucks! Cold hard cash!” Theodore chimes in.

“Wow, no, yeah this-this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime.” you murmur. Don’t take it the wrong way, you loved Fak. His personality was infectious, you’ve never seen him get overly angry despite the other guys giving him shit and he genuinely goes out of his way to help everyone. Back when you first started dating Mikey and moved apartments in the city, Fak volunteered to make sure your place was in tiptoe shape and refused payment.

Just then Steve, Michelle’s husband, passes by and you seize your opportunity.

“Steve! How are you?” you beckon him over, scooting over on the tiny couch so he could sit beside you.

“Ah, yes. Mikey’s girl who we aren’t sure how he managed to snag. Good to see you again.”

You brush off his comment with a tired smile, gesturing to Fak and his brother. “So, these guys have a proposition for you, right?”

You nod enthusiastically with them, giving Fak a secret wink.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Do you like baseball cards, Steve?”

“On that note,” you stand up and maneuver yourself out the nook. “I’m gonna go get a refill. Leave you gentlemen to handle business.”

Mocking a military salute, you dash towards the kitchen bypassing other members of the family.

Donna flurries around the kitchen, shouting instructions to no one in particular. You didn’t greet her as soon as you came in, knowing how she gets around this time of the year. To be honest, you were sure that she didn’t exactly like you.

“Donna, my goodness! You look wonderful.” you lay the complement on sweetly, smiling brightly. If you don’t wilt in her presence, she wouldn’t be able to smell the fear on you.

Donna swivels her head to look at you, cigarette dangling from her lipstick smeared lips. Eyes lined in thick mascara, her disapproving expression ripples through you. You smile wider.

“I brought over a little casserole. I figured it would compliment the fish nicely.”

Shifting to face you fully, Donna crosses her arms. “Casserole? What casserole?”

You point to the tin foiled dish. “That one. Mikey brought in, did he not tell you?”

She scoffs. “Yeah, just like he told me about him breaking things off with what’s her name.”

“Anna.” you mutter, swallowing the lump that quietly made its way up your throat.

“Yeah, Anna.” Donna turns back to the task at hand, haphazardly swinging a knife about. “I liked her better.”

Forgoing your much desired glass of wine, you stalk out of the kitchen. On the outside looking in, the Berzatto’s appeared to be your average family. The warm glow of the lights shining out into the frost covered sidewalks invited you in all those years ago and once inside, you then realized why people were so hesitant to accept invites or why Mikey refused to bring up his past.

You didn’t have this growing up. Your family life was much quieter, mom and dad both kept to themselves. Distant cousins never visited for the holidays and you were an only child so there weren’t any siblings to fall back on.

It was boring.

Drove you crazy.

So when the Berzatto’s welcomed you in with open arms (well, some of them) you threw yourselves to the wolves willingly. It helped you grow a thick skin, talk over people and man handle the biggest guys in the room. For that, you were thankful.

A hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, dragging you away from everyone and up the stairs. Mikey is headstrong in his quest to get you alone, not caring to see if you were keeping up the pace. You both stagger inside his room, the door shut soundly behind you, followed by the lock turning.

Mikey doesn’t give you a second to react, mouth leaving open tongued kisses along your jaw and collarbone, hands working at tugging up your skirt.

“Mikey, baby, baby, wait-” you plead, backing up to create space between the two of you.

He flops onto the bed, hands on his knees, fingers raking through his hair again and again.

You’re careful as you sit next to him, scratching your own fingers along the center of his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” is all he utters.

“Bullshit. Talk to me.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, you get it. The party continues below you both, profanities and insults flying like it's nobody's business. It was too much. For Mikey, Camry, anyone. The more time you spent with his family, the more you realized why Carmen never came back to visit.

Why Mikey feels trapped.

“I know.” you whisper against his shoulder, mouthing pressing in tiny kisses. You lift his head up with both of your hands, cradling his face gingerly. The tiredness exudes for nearly every crevice, eye bags worn and solidified. You use your thumb to smooth out his forehead, laughing softly when he wrinkles it more.

“You’ll always have me, Berzatto.”

“I don’t deserve you. Never did.”

You tut. “That’s not true. You’ve always had me. From the moment you sold me that greasy, sloppy sandwich down at The Beef. I was a goner.”

Mikey chuckles, leaning into your hands more. “I got you something.”

Your eyes go wide, brows forming a skeptical look. “Is that so?”

Mikey flickers his eyes down to his pants and you scoff.

“Wow, Michael. Are you gifting me your penis? Again? I must’ve been too nice this year.” you gently slap his face is mock anger.

“Haha,” he deadpans. “Try my pockets, detective wiseass.”

You let go of his face and rummage through his pants pocket, producing a ball of torn tissue paper, kept together by a single piece of tape. Confused but curious, you unwrap the gift, facing dropping as your eyes find his.

The tissue tumbles to the ground, revealing a necklace. At the bottom of it dangled a charm of…cheese?

“I remember the first day you came into the shop. Like a goddamn bat outta hell. Never seen anything like it. You ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and asked for, um, what was it?”

“Havarti-”

That’s right! Fuckin’ havarti cheese! What the hell even is that?”

“How do you own a sandwich shop and not provide a variety of cheeses, I don’t understand it.”

Mikey gawks at you. “Babe, we’re called The Beef. Not the cheese. But you wanna know what I did?”

You encourage him to finish, as if you didn’t know the rest of the story.

“I told you to wait and-and I was gonna go check in the back. I booked it out of the back door, all the way down to Malik’s corner store and bought the most expensive cheese he had. I rush back to the shop and guess what?”

“You made the sandwich.”

Mikey’s face cracks into the biggest grin you’d ever seen, eyes crinkled at the corners. “I made the goddamn sandwich. Brought it out to you myself. Told you that we didn’t serve grilled cheese but for you, I’d make an exception.”

Your eyes well over in tears and you blink rapidly to keep them from falling. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, ya know.”

“You’re telling me all I had to do was buy you some cheese to get in your pants? Hot damn.”

You playfully shove Mikey back against the bed, crawling over to straddle him. “Well, it worked after a while, didn’t it?”

Mikey thrusts upwards, growing erection sliding against your damp underwear.

“It sure did.”

He grabs the back of your neck, surging up to slot his mouth against yours. You aren’t delicate in the way you claw at him, nails digging into his tanned flesh. Pushing up your skirt, Mikey palms your ass, stroking it before landing a hard smack against it. You moan into his neck, biting down.

“Perkiest ass I’ve ever seen, baby, shit.” Mikey groans, voice an octave deeper.

“And it’s yours. All yours.”

Mikey secures the back of your head as he flips the two of you over, pushing you down on your stomach. You do the rest of the work for him, sticking your ass up, and curving your back into an arch.

Mikey readily pulls down the zipper of his pants, hands readjusting his briefs until he is able to free himself. Spitting obscenely in his palm, Mikeuy shoves your panties to the side and rubs his silvia across your slickness. You buck back into him, whimpering when he graces you with a lone finger to loosen you up. You whine, and wiggle your ass some more, ready to receive all that he was going to give you.

“Gonna give my baby what she wants, don’t you worry.” Mikey purrs, aligning himself to enter you. He slides in easily, the strained sigh as he fully situates him inside you never ceases to make you wetter.

You pull yourself up so that you were resting on your hands, peeking over your shoulder to catch a gaze at Mikey as you being to fuck him. He was enthralled at the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you, the way you were able to handle him without saying a single word.

He would love to take his time and thoroughly explore your cunt but time is of the essence. Wrapping his right hand around your neck once again, he yanks you up into a deeper arch, left hand on your hip in a deathgrip. He meets your thrusts with his own, dropping his left leg down on the floor to gain some balance.

Between the familial bickering creeping up the stairs, all that could be heard was the squelching of your pussy and the labored breathing of Mikey, muffled praises spurring you on further.

He slaps your ass again and you tighten around him, eyes rolling to the top of your head as you attempt to hold onto his arms for dear life.

“Mikey, oh fucking god, baby you’re gonna make me come so hard. Please, please, please!”

He answers you by sticking his fingers in your mouth and you automatically clamp down on them, sucking and gagging until spit dribbles down the side of your mouth.

Mikey picks up speed and the line breaks as you reach your peak, legs stiffening as you rear back against Mikey. He continues to fuck, albeit at a slower tempo, humming as you spasm against him.

“That’s my girl, my favorite fucking girl. Where do you want mine, huh? Tell me where you want it.”

He removes his fingers and lets them trail down to tease and pick at your hardened nipples that now poke through your shirt.

“I wanna taste. Want it in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” Mikey lets you go and you catch yourself before you fall completely face first into the bed.

“Get on your knees, now.”

You do as you're told, scurrying to position yourself on your knees in front of Mikey. Mouth open and head tilted back, you let a hand caress your breast as the other slithers up his thigh.

Mikey is affectionate as he goes to grab the back of your head, other hand tirelessly stroking his cock. A vein pops out of forehead as he grunts, a few milky droplets coating your face, before steady ropes accompany it. A few of them land in your mouth and you swallow them all eagerly.

Mikey tries to calm his breathing, watching you with hooded eyes as you lick at the tip of his cock, cleaning up the remnants of yourself off of him. You take him down all the way to the shaft for shits and giggles, pulling off of him with a low pop.

“Goddamn devil.”

You wink, swiping at the mess you could feel dripping on your face. Mikey helps to clean you up, both fixing each other’s clothes to appear less wrinkled. Seemingly ok with your appearance, you start to head downstairs but Mikey stops you.

He steps behind you, lifting up the necklace he got you. He fastens it, walking to your front to admire it.

You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth for a kiss.

“It’s you and me, Berzatto.”

“You and me.”

Inhaling heavily, you open the door to reenter the Berzatto family chaos, a new found confidence lighting your path.

That was roughly four years ago.

Or maybe five.

You stopped counting.

You had been going about your day as usual, still getting settled into your new apartment. Boston was a whole new monster to wrangle with but you managed to get by so far. It didn’t feel like home but you figured over time, it would. A lie that spun around and around in your head until it sounded like a foreign language.

The invitation throws you off guard as you thumb through your mail, ignoring the pile of bills for the yellow envelope sealed with a stamp of a bear.

Your hands twitch a little as you instantly drop everything else you were holding onto the overly crowded dining table. You don’t think twice as you rip the stamp off, clawing to get the card out.

Missing you. The Bear opens soon, I’d love to have you come out for a pre-opening. Hoping that you’re doing well in Boston, we have so much to catch up on. My number is still the same.

See you soon - Sugar

P.s. - Fak says hi.

The bottom of the card details the information for the restaurant and the date of the opening. You bite at your lip, glancing around your apartment. It was a dream: your new job, the neighborhood, the coffee shop down the block with the best matcha latte. It was quiet, not complicated and yours. All yours.

Going home, back to the place you ran from seemed stupid. Everything would unravel and you’d fall to pieces again but this time no one would be there to put you back together.

Reaching across the mess, you fish out your laptop. This was a reunion worth unraveling for.

You’re late. So fucking late. It wasn’t your fault though! The plane got delayed and then there was the traffic and you smelled like an airport and desperation so you rushed to the hotel to change. One thing always leads to another but it didn’t matter anymore because you were stepping out of the taxi, smoothing down your coat and anxiously fixing your hair.

You take powerful strides as you approach the restaurant, mouth agape. You couldn’t believe it. What used to be The Beef, the place you spent the majority of your time after work fucking with Richie until Mikey got off, was gone. It was now replaced with a groomed, streamlined, chic replica that stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the rest of the block.  

A car horn sounds and you’re brought back to reality, invitation gripped tightly in your hand. You mumble one last prep talk to yourself before pushing the door open.

A wave of amber and vanilla hit your nostrils first, eyes picking out the candles that were placed around the dining area. The place wasn’t packed but you knew this was because you were late and not because it wasn’t good. If you knew anything about Carmen and his career, it was that the fucker knew how to make good food. He just didn’t know that he did.

A woman clad in all black smiles as she walks up to you, a slight quizzical look on her face.

“Forgive me ma’am but I’m afraid that this is a private event. The restaurant will open to the public soon.”

You shake your head, waving the letter in front of her face. “Oh, I was, uh, invited. I’m so sorry I’m late, my plane-”

Richie strides out of the kitchen, stopping in his tracks once he sees you.

“Holy fucking shit.”

You couldn’t help the amused grin that crosses your face, taking in the new and improved Richie. You hate to admit it but he looks good. Tapered cut, fitted black suit, not too heavy on the cologne and simple accessories to match? What the hell did you miss?

“Holy fucking shit.” you whisper, voice morphing into a high pitched squeal as Richie hugs you, lifting you off the ground.

Upon putting you down, you stand back, motioning wildly at Richie’s figure.

“Oh my god! Are you in a cult? Did they brainwash you? Will the real Richie please stand up.” you clap in front of Richie’s face a few times, to which he swats away.

“A real fucking comedian, huh?” He pulls you into a hug again, inhaling your scent.

“How have you been, cousin?”

Richie pulls away, leading you to a fully set table. You thank him as he pulls out your seat, taking the one across from you. He shrugs at the question, gaze traveling around the restaurant.

“Been busy. Bustin’ my balls to keep this place in tiptop shape.”

You nod, momentarily distracted by a server filling up your wine glass. You pick it up and take a whiff, eyebrow raised. A classic white. Your favorite.

“This is really nice, like, I expected something but this,” you take a moment. “This is something else entirely.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Richie admires you as you sip your wine and continue to look around, getting washed over in nostalgia. He remembers the good days. The days were Mikey was happy, the two of you bantering while making dinner for him, Eva and Tiffany. You were making sure he stayed the course, keeping him sober. Then, for whatever reason he just couldn’t fucking understand, it collapsed. He lost everything he never really had in the first place.

Natalie barges from the back of the house a few seconds after, screaming at the top of her lungs the second she sees you. You both speak over each other, holding each other tightly and taking turns petting Natalie’s stomach.

“Oh my god, Nat! You’re going to be a mom!” you exclaim, hands pressed on the sides of your face.

Natalie sighs, tears falling. “I’m gonna be a mom!”

“I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Neither can I. It just sort of happened.”

You nod, plopping back down in your seat while Richie gets out of his, helping Natalie sit in it instead.

“Cousin, I’m gonna get your order sorted. I’ll be right back.” Richie announces, planting a kiss on Sugar’s head before disappearing to the kitchen.

“It’s been like four years?” you say, gauging Sugar’s expression. You didn’t mean for her to get caught up in your mess once you moved away but she was the only constant reminder of Chicago that you had and you were thankful. The eldest and only daughter syndrome really popped off with her.

It’s amazing how easy you’re able to flow back in conversation with her. You catch up with each other’s lives, tiny bits of gossip filling the cracks. You avoid bringing up Donna, not wanting to tamper Natalie’s mood as she happily chatters about the nursery. Dinner feels like old times and before you realize it, you were scraping your finger across the dessert plate to savor the sweet tanginess of the course.

“Where’s Carmy? I’d like to congratulate the man of the hour.” you wipe your hands with your napkin, polishing off your wine.

Sugar rocks her jaw, eyes cast downwards. You knew the two of them had a somewhat strained relationship but you figured since she decided to work with Carmy, things had settled between the two of them.

“He should be in the kitchen cleaning or probably out back smoking a cigarette. Filthy.”

You hum, sliding out from behind the table. You peck Sugar on the cheek and stroll through the kitchen, murmuring hello’s to those you haven’t seen in a while.

Sugar’s assumptions are true, Carmy perched on the concrete near the dumpster. He does a double take when he sees you but doesn’t get up from his spot.

You’re careful as you sit next to him and upon seeing that you’re wearing a dress underneath your coat he panics, trying to stop you before it’s too late.

“Hey, no, you don’t need to sit down here, we can go back inside-”

“Carmen, sit down. Please.”

Carmen nods and joins you. You dig around your coat pocket for your vape, taking a long drag before exhaling.

You two smoke in a comfortable silence for a while. Carmen was your favorite in this regard, knowing that around him you didn’t have to say anything. You could just shut the fuck up and enjoy each others presence.

Carmy nudges his knee alongside yours. “You think he would’ve liked this?”

You ponder on it a little, taking another hit from your pen. “You definitely would’ve fought over the menu. And where is the poster?”

“What poster?”

“The poster, Carmen.”

“What fucking poster? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The goddamn baseball poster! You know the one. It was in the office before, I think.”

“Oh, that one. Yeah, Sydney fell through the wall, tore a hole in it.”

You scoff, taken aback by Carmy’s nonchalant response. “Fell through a wall?”

“Yes but don’t worry. Richie taped it back together.”

“Fuck the poster, Carmy, how is Sydney?”

Carmen shrugs. “She’s good. Makes a good partner.”

You nod, staring back at the restaurant. “She managed to pull this shit out of your ass, color me impressed.”

Another beat.

“Hey,” you move your legs so that you are leaning against Carmy, huddling against his shoulder. “I want to apologize.”

Carmy takes the bait. “For what?”

“For leaving. I just ran. Didn’t say goodbye, didn’t look back. You didn’t deserve that. None of you did. Mikey fucking ruined me. I felt selfish though, you know? Cause I was just someone he dated but you, Sugar, Richie..y’all were his blood.”

You feel Carmy take a deep breath, head drifting over to the side so that it rests on top of yours. “You don’t need to apologize for that. You were his fucking heart, he talked about you all the time it was annoying as shit. Plus, everybody runs.”

“You didn’t.”

Carmy glares at the restaurant. “Not sure I can agree with you on that.”

“After Mikey, I just felt like I failed, you know? I tried so hard. I did. I thought we made it over the rough parts but just like that, he slipped. I couldn’t pick him up anymore.” you pluck at your legs, getting stuck in your thoughts.

“You didn’t fail him.” Carmy mumbles.

“Neither did you.”

For once, Carmy lets the words settle in his chest, soothing the frightened side of him that constantly tells him he’s not good enough. It was temporary, he knew this, but it didn’t stop him from indulging in the sentiment.

“You could stay, you know. I could take care of you.”

Camry’s offer catches you off guard and you untangle yourself from him to look in his eyes. Behind them you could see the Carmy you once knew. It hurt, knowing that he was still torturing himself over the loss of Mikey, grappling with the opening of his restaurant. So much pressure on one person who swore that he couldn’t feel it and wouldn’t dare let anyone help him carry the load.

You smooth his hair back, giving him a sad smile.

“I think it’s time I took care of myself, Carmen. Boston is good. I’m gonna be ok. You need to take care of you, man. Someone’s gotta make sure Richie doesn’t strangle himself with his new ties.”

Carmen laughs and even flashes teeth.

“By the way, what is up with that? Fucker looks like he belongs with the secret service.”

“He was mad about the forks.”

You give a half shrug. “Forks. Yup, got it.”

You weren’t sure what was going to become of The Bear but you knew that if Carmy kept his head on straight, he’d get through all the shit life put him through.

He was a fucking Berzatto.

They never went down without a fight. And god help those who fucked with bears.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Charmer-Sweet Pea Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality

A/N: Gif is not mine, all credit goes to the original creator. Reader is also implied to be tall and black so read at your own risk (?)

Y/S/N: Your sister’s name

  For a solid two minutes, Betty Cooper had been trying to convince Toni to teach her the Serpent Dance, but my cousin was holding her ground as she wiped down the bar at Wyrm. At first glance, Betty looked all pure, an innocent, but there was something underneath all that driving her to do things like participate in one of the most outdated Serpent traditions in order to show Jughead her loyalty. I liked Jughead enough, even though I wanted to hit him every time he used unecessary vocabulary words, and knew that there had to be something decent about Betty if he liked her. However, I was finding it hard not to laugh at how earnestly Betty was trying to get Toni to crack. I drank some more beer to keep myself from laughing.

  “You’re asking the wrong person anyway, Betty,” Toni said, glancing in my direction.

  It was those words that made me more alert, and I narrowed my eyes at Toni. We were family, and family was not supposed to rat family out. Unfortunately, Betty caught this exchange and turned to me.

  “You’ve done the Serpent Dance?” she asked.

  “Technically, but I only know how to do it because my older sister did, and she was a huge slut.”

   “She was a sexually liberated woman,” Toni argued.

   “She’s family, Toni, that gives us the right to call her what she is,” I shot back. “Besides, I am a Serpent and my loyalty was proven through initiation.”

  “So, why did you do the Serpent Dance, then?” 

  “It was a dare and it technically doesn’t count since the dance has to be done in front of all current Serpents and the only witnesses were Toni and a couple other girls who we no longer talk to.” 

   “You do have moves to go with all that body, Y/N” Toni teased.

   “All what body? I am a tall, narrow person. And we pinky swore to keep that dare a secret, but I see we’re throwing family under the bus now.” 

   “Y/N, I wouldn’t ask for your help if I really didn’t need it, but I’m doing this for Jughead, to show him I’ll be by his side no matter what. I get why you don’t want to do it for me, but at least do it for Jughead, I know you two are friends,” Betty said.

   “Friends is a close term, I’d say he’s an associate that amuses me sometimes.” I took another long swig of beer and tried to ignore Betty’s stare. She was persistent alright, but the Serpent Dance was so embarrassing. I had no idea why my sister did it besides the fact that she was loved attention and any opportunity to show off her body was welcomed. I preferred using my dancing abilities to show off and let some of my anger out. 

   “C’mon, Y/N, she just wants to be one of us,” Toni said.

  I shook my head. “Honestly, you’re so good I could punch you.”

  “Thanks?” Betty said.

  “She’s serious. Many people have been sent to the hospital because of her anger issues,” Toni said.

  “Wow, are we just telling everyone everything about me?” I exclaimed. 

  Toni smirked and Betty leaned forward. 

  “I’ll teach you but only when the crowd clears out here. If anyone gets word that I taught you how to do this, I will deny everything and someone will lose teeth.”

   “Alright, I won’t tell.”

  Part of me couldn’t believe that I was getting up on the pole dancing stage once the bar was pretty much empty, save for a few drunks that were passed out in the back. Mom always told me to avoid stripping like my sister did until said sister ran off with a big tipper. I was nothing like my sister and took dance lessons for fun and because I was good at it. Now, I was on the exact stage she was when she did the Serpent Dance, the dance she’d taught me as a way to help her remember it. I took a deep breath and turned to Betty.

   “The whole point of the dance is to molt your old, pure skin and adopt the Serpent skin,” I said. 

   “And it also gives creepy men and a chance to ogle you!” Toni called.

   I turned to her. “If you hadn’t ratted me out, we wouldn’t be here.” I turned back to Betty. “Anyway, you’re supposed to be as seductive as a snake charmer and seduction looks different with everyone who does this dance. Some girls know how to do it without taking off any clothes and others have been said to get stark naked.”

   “I’m not afraid to show some skin,” Betty said.

   “You should be since you plan on doing this at FP’s retirement party.” I sighed. “Just show me how you would seduce Jughead.”

  Betty hesitated but slowly relaxed and trailed her hand up my arm, and I jumped back. “Sorry.”

   “You won’t be able to touch Jughead, but you can make him feel like he’s the only one in the room.” I took a step forward and faced the mostly empty bar. “Maintain eye contact with him, make him feel like every movement is for his eyes only,” I drew both hands across my collarbone slowly and moved to stretch my arms out at my side, “and even though you’re dancing in front of a full crowd, there’s so much more that’s waiting for him.” 

   I let my hips softly sway from side to side and ghosted my fingers along the hem of my shirt, pulling it up a few inches but releasing it. “Keep them on the edge of their seats as long as you can until you start taking anything off.”

  Betty nodded and I stepped aside to let her try the dance like I did. Eventually, Toni put on some music to help Betty relax, but she wasn’t too bad. She wasn’t super stiff, if anything the only issue would be the music she danced to. Soon, we moved into the actual stripping, kind of. Toni played Ciara’s “Body Party” and I almost laughed.

   “This is your stripper song?” Betty asked cautiously.

   “Kind of, but don’t tell anyone or----”

   “Or you’ll make me wish I hadn’t, got it.”

   “Alright, now, the music you do this dance to can emphasize the whole thing or mess it up. Now is not the time for the Killers.” 

   “Why would I dance to the Killers?”    I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, everyone knows that white kids love the Killers.” 

   “What?” Betty asked.

   “It’s true, now quit stalling, Y/N!” Toni teased.

   “Unless you plan on tippin’ me, I’m keeping you waiting,” I said as I slipped off my Serpents jacket. I tossed it onto a nearby table and I rolled out my neck. “Music tends to dictate the way we move and snakes are fluid creatures, so something with R&B is best.”

   Betty nodded and I stepped forward on the stage.

   “You want something that’ll make you feel sexy and confident so no one can give you or Jughead crap later.” I let my body roll to the rhythm, moving my head around as well. Then, I did a quick spin, before dipping my body down low and slowly rolling up, causing my black box braids to cascade down my back. I ran my hands through my hair and ghosted them down my body, closing my eyes, and bringing them back to the hem of my shirt. This time, I pulled it all the way up to my bra line, my mind wandering to the time Sweet Pea caught me doing this exact dance when he came to pick me up after a dance lesson. The stunned look in his eyes quickly faded into arousal as I started apologizing to him for running a bit late, but he proved later that night that he hadn’t mind at all. 

    I could feel his hands gripping my hips the way he had that night that made marks appear in the morning and his breath ghosting on my neck as he grunted and muttered compliments. 

   I spun again, dropped to my knees, and elegantly slid into the splits. Then, I brought my legs together, stood, and turned to a shocked Betty.

   “Let yourself move to rhythm and you’ll be fine as long as you don’t lose yourself,” I said.

   “Wow, okay, thanks, this was all really helpful,” Betty said.

   “Great.” 

   I turned to start walking when I saw Sweet Pea and Fangs sitting at the bar. Toni had a Cheshire smile on her lips while Fangs looked impressed and Sweet Pea seemed stunned. Toni paused the song, but that didn’t help the situation as the hairs on the back of my neck stood and I was thankful my skin was dark enough that a blush wouldn’t show up. 

   “When did you two get here?” I nearly squeaked.

   “Somewhere in the middle of the chorus,” Fangs said. “Sweet Pea is a lucky guy.”

  Sweet Pea punched him playfully and Fangs laughed.

   “Why didn’t you tell me they showed up?” I demanded Toni.

   “You were so into it, who was I to let you stop?” 

  It was moments like this that made me want to strangle my cousin. Of course, I’d dance suggestively in front of Sweet Pea before, but I’d never done anything like that with an audience. Even at parties, I stuck to actually dancing to the rhythm instead of grinding, unless it was with Sweet Pea. Plus, Sweet Pea was super possessive, I was surprised he didn’t yank me off the stage as soon as he came in. 

   I slowly stepped off the stage and grabbed my jacket with Betty at my heels.

  “It’s my fault! I asked her to teach me how to dance,” Betty said.

  “It’s fine.” As soon as I was in arm’s reach, Sweet Pea pulled me over to him. “That was a pleasant surprise, though.” 

  Betty smiled sheepishly when I looked at her. “Just don’t make me regret that I taught you, okay?”

  “Okay.”

 Sweet Pea herded me out of the Wyrm and into the cool dark night. My heart was beating faster and I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets. His jaw was clenched the way it was when he was about to fight someone. 

   “How did you know where I was?” I asked.

   “You text me earlier and told me you were keeping Toni company during her shift tonight. I didn’t think that included a free show.” His tone was rough and I couldn’t tell if he was angry. 

   “Calm down, Toni and Betty were the only conscious ones who saw anything.” 

    Those words set Sweet Pea off in the best way possible. He pushed me up against his truck and kissed me like his life depended on it. A mewl escaped me when his hands slid down to squeeze my hips and I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I pressed my body closer against his chest. My fingers had just wrapped around the baby curls at the nape of his neck when he pulled away. 

   “Your house, now,” he said between pants.

   That was one of the few moments that I was thankful my dad was in prison and my mom  was working the graveyard shift at the grocery store. In the back of my mind, I thanked Y/S/N for helping me rile up my boyfriend in a way I didn’t think was possible. 

[imlostinsantacarla]

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Anonymous said:Hcs for dally dating a british lady-like girl pls?

A/N: Heya lovely! Thanks so much for requesting this, I really enjoyed writing this! I hope that it’s everything that you imagined, sweetheart! Sorry that it took awhile to write. - Admin Kat 💟

Headcanon’s for Dallas Winston Dating a British Lady-like Girl:

- Dally showing you all the fun things to do around Tulsa.

- Your parent(s) being revolted by Dallas; and you also objecting to things he does or/and says.

- “C’mon! Relax a little, Doll!” he’d insist with a beer in hand. “Your parents won’t appreciate their daughter looking older than them.”

- Being dragged to Buck’s, only to command to be brought home!

- I believe that there’ll be more tension in the relationship. This is due to your different social classes: It isn’t so much that you’ll always be aggravating Dal, - unless he’s in a spiteful mood-, it is more likely that he’ll say or do something to upset you.

- “Alright, then tail your high-class ass back to England if you really think that I give a damn, Lady.” 

- Dally teaching you to ‘have fun’ and to ‘live a little’.

- “Babe, say watermelon again!”

- “Watermelon?”

- Teaching each other the two different lingo’s and actually finding it quite entertaining.

- “I believe that you call sweets, candy?”

- “Yeah, but why the hell are rich folk called ‘posh’? It makes no sense. Actually, it makes you sound like you all have something up your- Ow!”

- “That’s enough!”

- Doing great impressions of one another.

- Begging Dallas to do an English accent, but him refusing indignantly, much to your disappointment.

- The gang loving you.

- Like seriously, ADORING you!!! 

- They’d be soooo freaking protective of you and you’d become their sister.

- Two-bit poking fun at your accent a lot.

- The gang calling you and your accent hot whenever Dallas isn’t around.

- Helping Pony with his homework.

- Getting Johnny to talk more often, - despite what happened with Dallas’s past girlfriend, Sylvia -.

- Darry looking out for you.

- Steve practically fixing your car for free.

- Sodapop being your emotional support.

- All of them becoming your best friend’s and brothers.

- “I told you they weren’t so bad, huh?” Dal would grimly grin at you.

- Dallas and the gang finding out that you can get pretty tough and to the point, which only makes you sound hotter because of your accent.

- Guys flirting with you all the time, which drives Dallas nuts because you’re his and only his.

- Tim flirting with you to piss off Dallas, but he does actually think you’re hot as hell.

- Going to parties and breaking the rules, which your parents desperately hate.

- “I’m positively sure that my mother and father will hate me for this, Dallas.” you’d state rather anxiously.

- “You wanna know what I think?”

- “What’s that?”

- He’d pull you super close and whisper to you real smoothly, his icy eyes warm with mischief, “Then let them.”

- You not being a big fan of all the girls that are into Dallas.

- “They’re trashy! A bunch of revolting tramps...” You’d object hotly, fists clenched tightly and rattling at your sides.

- Dal teaching you how to cuss black and blue, but you rarely ever do use such horrid language.

- "That's my girl!" He'd grin callously as you cuss someone out. 

- Basically being grounded forever and sneaking out all of the time. 

- Dallas teaching you how to fight in case someone tries to jump you, but you getting embarrassed about it, in which Dallas teases you and you punch him hard in the arm. 

 - "You've got a pretty good swing there, for a girl." He'd simper. 

- "Why I ought to-" 

- "I ain't always gonna be around, you know. You aren't in your pretty little neighborhood in England any more. Down here, you could get knifed like that!" He'd demonstrate with the snap of his rough fingers. 

- Dallas not giving up fighting, most of the nasty things he does or rumbles for you, no matter how much concern that you have over it, there isn't any changing Dallas. 

- Fights.

- Make out sessions that don't always lead to more because you're much more respectable and don't want to have sex in a T-Bird on the side of some deserted road. 

- Dallas still not knowing how to handle your waterworks. 

- You being unsure of how to say 'I love you' to Dallas because he shows his feelings for you in ways that you find rather different from the norm, so you don't say it; but there are many times where Dallas will let you know he cares through his actions. 

- Getting jumped because Dallas has a target on his back, but soon those individuals find out not to breathe next to you again or even think about you. 

- "You touch her again and I swear you'll be a dead man." He would growl out.

 - Dallas attempting to avoid carrying knives or heaters around with you, because he thinks that arguments are not only a drag but so is the whining and discontent over it all. 

- "You're a no good hood, Dallas Winston!"

 - "Call me when you've found something more original to call me!" He'd yell back at you. 

- Dallas telling you stories about New York, in which actually scares you and he reassures you that it he wouldn't let shit like that get within a fifteen mile radius of you. 

- You telling Dallas some of the things you did back in England, which bores the shit out of him, but you eventually tell him the ‘not-so’ innocent things you've done yourself, which instantaneously picks up his interest.

- Dallas teasing you and helping you grow more of a funny bone. 

- "Wanna go skinny dipping, doll?" He'd grin. 

- "Only if Two-bit can come along." You'd sneer back at him to his surprise. 

- "What?!" Dallas would bark. 

- "I'm just kidding! Two-bit's passed out anyway." You'd laugh. 

 - Wearing Dallas's leather jacket and him nonchalantly telling you to keep it because it looks better on you. 

- Despite being opposites and arguing a lot, the pair of you can have quite the lot of fun. The pair of you may lock heads but there's something about you two that makes the pair of you fit together.

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[thehappyspaceman]

Assorted Thoughts on “Hallelujah Money” by Gorillaz

Hey guys, I’ve wanted to write this for a few days now and finally got the chance to do it. Sorry for not finishing my next video review, but I’ve had my hands full with homework, essays, and the recording of my first podcast. (I’ll make an announcement about that later!) But anyway, I’ve wanted to make this for a while, so let’s talk about the newest song released by Gorillaz, “Hallelujah Money.”

Now let me first give some background. My parents raised me on a lot of older music from the ’60s and ’70s, but from about 2010-2015, I started discovering a lot of bands and artists from the ’80s, ’90s, and 2000s that I missed out on, like Muse, Foo Fighters, Depeche Mode, etc. One of those bands was Gorillaz, the collaboration between lead singer/pianist/songwriter Damon Albarn (formerly of Blur) and cartoonist Jamie Hewlett (creator of Tank Girl). I was first drawn to listen to their music due to the not often used concept of a band whose members are all cartoon characters, but when I actually did listen to their songs, I realized that this wasn’t just a novelty band. This was the real deal, so I bought all three of their albums, Gorillaz (2001), Demon Days (2005), and Plastic Beach (2010). Everyone should listen to these albums at some point in their lives. They’re that good and actually tackle serious topics, like depression, consumerism, gun violence, the War on Terror, and pollution.

However, it seemed that just as I was getting into their music, they broke up. In 2013, Damon announced a hiatus due to creative differences between himself and Jamie, which really depressed me. It didn’t help that the story arc shown in the videos of Plastic Beach was left permanently unfinished due to budget cuts from their record company, and their last two offerings before the split were somewhat underwhelming. I consider 2011’s The Fall as less of a cohesive album and more of a weird compilation of unfinished that Damon Albarn recorded on his iPad while on tour, and 2012’s “DoYaThing” was forgettable and brought little closure to the Plastic Beach arc.

But after two years of waiting, they finally announced in 2015 that they would get back together, and they’ve spent their time since then promoting the hell out of this album. I mean it, too. There have been several pictures of the characters posted to tease the new videos, with each one having had a redesign. A series of videos called “The Book of Gorillaz” were posted summarizing the Gorillaz’ story between the end of the unfinished “Rhinestone Eyes” music video and now, which directly goes against what happened in the “DoYaThing” video, but it offers much better closure for that arc. The band’s fictional guitarist Noodle has been super active, too; she got an Instagram account used to further tease the new album, she appeared in a Jaguar Racing commercial, and she even got an OKCupid online dating profile! Are cartoon characters even allowed to get profiles on that site?

The point is, they got me hyped, and I couldn’t wait to listen to the first taste of their new music. And just a few days ago, they dropped a new song, “Hallelujah Money,” and I rushed to listen to it. How was it?

…Eh?

This is a weird song for me. I have found so many things wrong with it, yet I still feel a need to defend it from other Gorillaz fans who hate it. It was certainly a strange choice for the first taste of their new sound.

Now I found out a few hours after I listened to “Hallelujah Money” that this isn’t actually the first single from their new album. I’m not entirely sure how to interpret that, though. Does it mean that this isn’t the first official single from the new album, but it will still be on the album? Or does it mean that it won’t be on the new album and was just a standalone song that they recorded and released separate from the album? Gorillaz have done that before; look at their past songs, “Rockit” and “DoYaThing.” Both of those were recorded and released separate from any album; “Rockit,” released in 2004, was not a part of Demon Days, and “DoYaThing,” released in 2012, will, as far as I’m aware, not be included on the upcoming album. So this is not uncommon to do; however, I was unaware of that when I listened to it. I thought it was a weird first song to tease the album with. I was expecting another “Clint Eastwood,” another “Feel Good Inc.,” or another “Stylo.” But this?

Okay, let me first defend this song by saying that people’s reasons for disliking it are kind of stupid. This song is very clearly about Donald Trump becoming the 45th President of the United States. I’ve avoided talking much about this topic, but I’ll sum it up by saying that it’s already taken a toll on my family and I’m scared for what’s to come. Anyway, people in the comments of this video are hating the song because it’s political, which I find kind of funny because Demon Days and Plastic Beach were both mostly about political-themed topics and nobody seemed to mind those albums.

But with that said, there are a few things I find weird about this song. Musically, it follows the same avant-garde style that was present in The Fall, which was not what I was expecting. The best description I can give for it is politically-fueled gospel to a trip-hop beat. For a song by Gorillaz, there isn’t really a lot of Gorillaz in it, not even in the music video; 2D shows up in puppet form to sing the chorus, and Murdoc appears at the beginning and end of the video as a still image. I was hoping for more cool animation in their videos, but we don’t get a lot of that.

The next problem is the featured artist, poet and singer Benjamin Clementine, who is featured more on the song than Damon/2D. He has a nice crooning voice. My only problem is that I have a hard time understanding what he’s singing/saying due to his British accent. The only words I recognize from him are ones about “building walls.” This wouldn’t be a problem if the song had a nice tune/hook to sing along to; the problem is that it doesn’t have that. Apart from the chorus, which just repeats the title, “Hallelujah Money,” and 2D’s part, I can barely remember how the song goes.

And then there is this weird part at the very end where it shows a clip from SpongeBob SquarePants of the title character running away and bawling. Why did the video cut to that? I’m not sure if it’s in the actual song or just the video, but it throws me off every time I watch it. Apparently, it’s SpongeBob’s reaction to when Mr. Krabs tells him, “You’re fired,” the catchphrase that Donald Trump takes credit for popularizing in his TV show The Apprentice, but it seems like sort of a vague reference to make. The only people who would get that are SpongeBob fans, and I doubt that there’s a very high crossover audience between SpongeBob fans and Gorillaz fans.

I will say this, though: at least with this, Gorillaz fans can’t claim that they’re getting too mainstream. There were some Gorillaz fans who claimed they were getting too mainstream in their last album, Plastic Beach, so now that they’ve released this, one of the least mainstream songs in their entire discography, fans can no longer claim that.

So, final thoughts? Well, despite all the criticisms I’ve made, I’ve listened to it a few times over and, well, it isn’t terrible. I at least see what they were trying to do. Whether they did it successfully is up for debate. I guess I like it more in concept than I do as a song. I agree with the political message—we live in an era where we could certainly use a Demon Days Part Two—and don’t think that they style they’re going for is an inherently bad one. For a better attempt at this, listen to track 13 of Demon Days, “Fire Coming Out of the Monkey’s Head,” with Dennis Hopper. I also don’t leave this with zero hopes for the new album. Yes, there is a chance that this could be what the entire album sounds like and that it could wind up being a huge disappointment, but they’ve worked on this album for around two years now. I’m still skeptical, but coming from the same guys who made “El Mañana”? C’mon. They have to have better stuff in store.

~TheHappySpaceman