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subidol · 5 years

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Jaemin NSFW A-Z

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THIS IS MY OPINION BTW!!

SORRY FOR MISTAKES I DIDN’T CHECK LOL.

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A- Aftercare

Na Jaemin is amazing at giving aftercare. Firstly, he’d just cuddle with you for a few minutes, stroking your hair peacefully. If you didn’t fall asleep already, he’d definitely get up and make you a hot drink. He might run a bath for the two of you, where he’d already decorated the bathroom with petals and candles. It’d be so cheesy but thats Nana for you. Then to settle you back to sleep after a long round, he’ll sing you to sleep quietly, kissing your forehead every once in a while.

B- Body (Your favourite part of his body and his favourite part of yours)

Well, i can’t exactly guess your favourite part of Jaemin’s body, but i sure as hell love his arms.

Like...how dare he attack you like this?? They may not be the most muscled arms in NCT, but they are nicely toned and you just adore laying your head on them, and giving his shoulders and biceps kisses. His favourite body part of yours is most likely your cheeks (face cheeks lmao); he loves squishing them and kissing them, pinching them, you name it. But he also loves your breasts, whether they’re big or small, because he wants to reassure you that he loves them. Also uses them as pillows ehehe.

C- Cum

When you’re comfortable, and on the pill, he prefers coming inside of you since he feels it is very intimate. However, he knows how risky it is so he will only do this every once in a while. He’d be really tidy though. His pullout game is strong lol.

D- Dirty Secret

Secretly up for having a threesome/foursome with either Jeno or Jeno and Renjun. But we all knew that, didn’t we? Only if you were up for it though.

E- Experience (how experienced they are)

Obviously, Jaemin is an experienced flirter, but hasn’t has much experience with sex, since he’s only just legal. My belief is that he’s probably had blowjobs, fingered a girl, etc but never gone too far. However, i believe he’d be a natural in bed. Freaking perfect at eating you out, cockwarming, and doing all the right things to turn you on. Thrusts like a god.

F- Favourite Position

It depends on the mood, but he likes it when you ride him, since he gets a nice view of your face and breasts bouncing up and down. He does enjoy missionary though, since Jaemin likes to take control over the situation so you don’t have to worry about anything. He will never try positions you weren’t comfortable with. If you were up for it, he’d try anything new if that’s what you wanted cause he’ll literally do anything for you.

G- Goofy

Jaemin is like a lightswitch; one moment hes all giggly and cute, but as soon as you get into bed he’s as serious and sexy as ever. He doesn’t want to ruin the hot mood. He’ll be really romantic though- constantly asking you if you’re okay or if you want him to go slower or faster.

H- Hair

He keeps it messy, but not too uneven. His hair tends to stick to his neck when he sweats, so just like he would practice a choreography,his hair would be all over the place when you’d get intimate, too, which you didn’t mind.

I- Intimacy

Jaemin loves being romantic and sees sexual acts as a way to bond passionately as well as expressing how much he trusts and wants you. He’s the type to lay rose petals on the bed or in the bath. Might even leave you cute little notes leading to the bed, where he’d be laying, waiting for you.

J- Jack Off

Nana probably masturbates quite a lot, since he’s a hormonal teenager, what else can i say. Honestly, he’ll just think of you as the one who is feeling him up, as he touches himself. Probably does it after fan meets, performances and practice, which makes him feel really turned on after hours of hard work.

K- Kink

Hmm...Nana seems like the type to have a thing to be dominant (not that he wouldn’t like being submissive) but not to the level of bondage, daddy kink, etc. Idk, he just seems too sweet and caring to ever tie you up or degrade you, even if its what you really wanted. He seems like the type to adore body worship and leaving hickies/scratches. He’d love leaving hickies on your neck, but would make sure not to go too rough unless you said so. No matter what, Nana lives for scratches on his back. Gripping his hair and raking your nails down his backis HIS THING OKAY. HE FUCKING LOVES IT COME @ ME.

L- Location (Favourite place to have sex)

The bed- it’s the most comfy, and all Nana cares about is your comfort, what a sweetie. I think he’d never have sex in public, but might finger you underneath the table or something. Loves bath sex too, since the water’s warm and has a nice aroma, which hightens the mood.

M- Motivation (Turn Ons)

Seeing you in frilly clothes. I feel like he’d be attracted to lighter coloured clothes on you, like white and pink? Definitely gets him hard. Will like it when you play a little hard to get, since he adores teasing you. Plus, if you rake your hands through his hair, squeeze his thigh and biting his ear, etc...you’re getting him worked up with those dangerous fingertips. When he really needs you, he ends up sexting you. A lot. Especially in class so be prepared lmao.

N- No (Turn Offs)

Strange kinks. They aren’t romantic. Things like foot fetish. Erm..yeah he isnt into it. He doesn’t like degrading, whether receiving or giving. He wouldn’t understand why you’d want to call each other such horrible names.

O- Oral

Jaemin, when receiving, is a whole hot mess. With his head thrown back, sweat covering his body, and his arm over his eyes, he looks fucking delicious.When hes giving oral, he literally will do anything to hear your cute moans, which often leads to him making you feel extreme pleasure. This boy is perfect at giving and putting on a show when receiving.

P- Pace

If you’re not the one setting the pace, then he prefers to keep it steady. Not slow exactly, but not speedy either. He wants to make sure you feel him, and he stretches you in all the right places. He loves slowly kissing you as he thrusts, but will end up bucking his hips and going faster when he’s building up to his climax. It’s not hard to tell when Jaemin’s close to an orgasm. He’ll mutter out things like ‘I love you, Princess.’ or just will simply let out a string of moans and pull you closer.

Q- Quickies

Jaemin’s the type to really crave quickies. Anytime really. However, if you’re not a fan of them, he’ll give himself major sexual frustration, and will eventually beg you to suck his cock later when the two of you are alone. But they’ve happened in recording studios MANY times before.

R- Risk (His comfort zone)

He does enjoy doing it in front of other members, but doing it secretly, like underneath the blankets or something. Anything like knife or blood play is a big NO. He will NEVER take the risk. As i’ve said before, Jaemin likes cumming inside of you. He won’t ever do it without your permission though.

S- Stamina (How many rounds)

Jaemin thinks that one round is enough, but he’ll do other stuff with you after. Make out, spoon, give you hickies and will then give you a bath or watch tv you you. He likes to make the first round last, and for it to be as perfect as possible, which wouldn’t be a problem since hes amazing at sex.

T- Toy (His favourite sex toys)

Doesn’t mind vibrators being used on him, but finds it addicting when they’re used to torment you. Especially when you’re studying. He’d turn it on ad off repeatedly, getting you hot and bothered while in your lessons.

U- Unfair (How they tease you)

Nana is a whole tease. He’s a brat, okay? He’s a playful, teasing bratty switch who most of the time gets challenged for dominance because you plan on giving him a hard time for all of his flirting and relentless teasing. He does shit like wear sleeveless shirts on purpose, and biting his lip waaay too many times. Winks often and generally gives you the ‘I know you want to fuck me’ look. Also, Jaemin has a habit of getting you jealous by flirting with fans- you fucking hate that.

V- Volume (How vocal they are)

He struggles to be quiet sometimes, especially when you kiss and suck his body, near his arousal. Whines like hell when you scratch down his back and kiss his jawline. He tries to make his moans pretty and loud, since he knows its a turn on for you. Nana isn’t afraid about letting you know how good you make him feel. Always breathes heavily after his release, which is even hotter.

W- Wild Card (Author’s Choice)

Jaemin wouldnt be nervous having sex at all. The only time he might slightly panic is when it’s your first time. He wants the experience to be as pleasurable as possible, but then again, he is very confident, so there’d be no need to worry. He’d be extremely honoured if he was your first, and would prepare the entire thing leading up to it. He’s so sweet and gentle.

X- X-ray (Their Package)

You’re fucking welcome. I don’t own the vid.

Y- Yearning (Sex Drive)

Jaemin has a high sex drive, what can i say? He craves for your touch 24/7, and constantly thinks of fucking you at the most random of times. Touches himself twice a day when you’re not around, watches porn like any other boy, and looks at pictures of you. It takes a lot of courage for him to NOT fuck you in the dorm rooms.

Z- ZZZ (How fast they fall asleep after)

Nana falls asleep so fast. He has such energy before and during sex but as soon as he reaches his climax, hes exhausted from all the stimulation. All he’d want to do is cuddle with you after. Make sure you get him up at the right time though...or another member will. Eek.

Hope you enjoyed!

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tonystarkreactor · 5 years

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Summary:

Barnes lifts his metal hand. Three, two, one.

The door slams open, bouncing off what is presumably an AIM agent. Clint immediately darts around the door, using Barnes’s arm as cover. He grabs the gun off the agent, along with a couple clips and a knife. With a flick of the wrist, he flings the blade and it hits the other agent in his chest, dead-center.

Clint smells the stinky breath before he can hear anything, before he sees the blinding sun through the crack in the curtains, before he feels his head hurt. He rolls his right leg over, turning himself onto his side, only for his cheek to be met with the warm, rough tongue of his doofus of a dog. His mouth involuntarily curls into a grin.

He pats a quick hand to his chin, before pulling it back down to ruffle Lucky’s ears. Lucky simply leans his head in further and continues to cover Clint’s face in kisses. Clint grins, before shoving his face into his pillow once he gets a bit too much of his dog’s slobber on his mouth.

Then, the dumb dog is putting his paws on Clint’s side and pushing himself up, which really gives the archer no choice but to face the day. If he knows his dog, and he does, he won’t be letting him get another wink of sleep.

“Dumb dog,” Clint mutters, but he pushes himself up onto his elbows anyway. He shoves Lucky away, though the dog is hesitant to let that happen. Clint reaches over to slap around for his hearing aids, only to find them not where he’s sure he left them. He twists and rolls himself out of bed, squinting at his nightstand.

He’d put them there last night. He tilts his head. Well, this morning. Eh, semantics. Where the fuck are his hearing aids?

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He tries to look for the flash of purple, checking every shelf, every drawer, under the nightstand, under the bed-- but nowhere. What the fuck?

Clint just scowls, placing his hands on his hips. He’s about to shout for Kate when he remembers that she headed out around midnight. She could be back by now, but he doubts it. He’s pretty sure she’s got a date with some girl she saved the other day anyway, so he doubts getting back to the apartment is exactly a priority for her.

He turns to Lucky. “You eat ‘em?” he asks, not above blaming his doofus of a dog.

Lucky simply tilts his head, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

Clint sighs, before turning and tugging on some sweatpants from the floor. With that, he heads out to his kitchen, his hands already grabby for coffee. He feels the graze of Lucky’s fur against his calf, so he goes ahead and gives the dog a pat as he starts up the coffeemaker.

He spots his phone plugged in a little way down the counter, and he sees that it’s lit up. It’s not flashing, so he knows there isn’t an Avengers issue-- still, few people text him, and Katie-Kate mentioned that she would probably be too busy to chat for a while (on a date, not that she’d tell his nosy ass that).

While he waits, he picks up his phone, thumbing through his notifications to see several texts from the Avengers group chat.

Dad: hey losers, we’re going out to that pizza place in hell’s kitchen, the one with the giant slices at 7

Mom: I’m sorry, what Tony meant to say was: do you guys want to go at 7:00 tonight?

Dad: Don’t ruin my fun, snookums.

Inferior Birdman: If you never call him snookums again, sure

Dad: gosh darn sam cant make it! What a fucking shame

Mom: Tony

Nat: Sure. I’ve got a debriefing at 5, but I should make it.

Bruce: Sure, I don’t have anything to do

Dad: Buck told me he’ll come

Bruce: Thor’s out of the realm again, right?

Dad: Sure is! Sorry, Brucie-kins, but at least this way i don’t have to pay for an Asgardian amount of pizza

Nat: Pretty sure that with the three of them, Bucky, Steve, and Bruce can make up for that amount.

Bruce: i mean… probably.

Nat: And that’s excluding Clint

Mom: speaking of… clint?

Nat: He’s probably asleep

Bruce: its

Bruce: nvm I was going to point out it was two in the afternoon, but it’s clint

Clint puts his hand to his bare chest, before remembering there was no one to fake drama for. That, and Bruce’s last message had been sent four hours ago.

He grimaces, tapping out a quick response: Excuse. I was asleep and I was enjoying it.

And I can go, he types. He glances at Lucky, who’s giving him the look he always gives when he somehow knows pizza is being discussed. “Calm down, I’ll bring you some leftovers,” he says , setting the phone down.

He skirts around Lucky to grab his coffee. It’s not as good as Stark’s, but it’s caffeine, so who the hell cares? He tips up the pot and takes a sip, reaching over for his phone when he sees it light up again, this time just a separate text from Natasha.

Nat: I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but did you really just wake up?

He’s typing out a sassy response when he receives the next text.

Nat: how many hours did you actually get?

He scowls. He does the math in his head, approximating twelve, from the time he’d actually gone to bed around six that morning. He’s pretty sure that that’s too much. He shoots her a quick message of a normal amount, before grabbing a box of cereal to snack on before it’s time to go.

He’s halfway through shoving a handful of Captain Crunch into his mouth when he then gets a text from Phil.

Phil: Have you been trying the meditation your therapist recommended?

Clint groans, turning his phone’s screen off before plunging his hand back into the box.

Pretty soon, he’s hopping around to put on jeans, almost braining himself on his door frame as he nearly trips over his pant leg. He throws on a flannel over a black t-shirt. He flexes in the mirror, just to make sure he looks like, as Kate says, a snack. He thinks he does.

“What do you think?” He turns to Lucky, who’s sitting up and wagging his tail by his water bowl.

“Shit, dog, you’ve probably gotta pee, yeah? Okay, hold on,” he says. He slips his phone into his pocket, grabbing Lucky’s leash off his dresser. He clips it around his neck, grabbing a plastic bag out of the trash bag hanging from the back of the front door just in case.

Lucky leads him outside, and Clint gasps as he notices a fire hydrant a little down the street, painted to look like Iron Man. “Come on, Lucky!” he says, tugging him along. Lucky stares at him for a moment, but seems to be happy for the short trip anyway.

When they reach the hydrant, Clint points at it. “Pee on it.”

Lucky just flops his head to the side.

“Pee on the fire hydrant, for the love of God, please, please,” Clint begs, pointing more and more enthusiastically at the hydrant. “Please, if you want me to be happy for the rest of my life, pee on Tony Stark.”

He is definitely getting stared at, but he’s got his phone out, ready to take a picture. “Lucky! Piss on Stark!”

Lucky still looks a little confused, but he follows Clint’s pointing anyway. He lifts his leg, and--

“Ha! Got it!” Clint exclaimed gleefully, bouncing on his toes. “Good boy!” he praises, once Lucky’s done. “You wonderful, wonderful boy!” he says. By this point, a gaggle of old ladies has actually stopped to stare at them, so Clint figures it’s probably time to head back inside.

After making sure Lucky’s not going to take a surprise dump on the steps of the building, Clint brings him back up to their apartment. He refills Lucky’s bowls, feeds him a treat, and tosses a toy before heading out, grabbing his bow and quiver on the way. Just in case.

Clint’s a little late to the pizza place, but it’s pretty easy to find a table full of Avengers, no matter how crowded the place is. He finds them in a spot near a corner of the restaurant, two tables shoved together, chairs pulled from a few others.

There’s a spot open next to Nat, across from Barnes, so Clint takes it, dropping his bow and quiver so they lean against the table. Tony immediately starts talking at him, so Clint has to put up a hand to stop him. He puts his fingertips together, drops them, then taps an X behind his ear. “I lost my hearing aids,” he signs.

Tony throws his head back, rolling his eyes before looking back at him, tapping a V to his forehead. “Idiot. In the future, tell me! I’ll bring the prototype I’ve been working on,” he says, signing along. He only gets the grammar wrong once-- Clint will give him kudos later.

Tony plunges back into what he’d been saying before, this time signing along-- apparently, Steve had attempted to help him assemble a suit, but he ended up breaking multiple fingers off the gauntlet.

“I said sorry!” Steve says, his face screwing up in defense as he circles his fist against his chest.

“Fuck!” Clint says, and he realizes from the flinch of an old lady at a neighboring table that it comes out a little loud. He works to lower his voice, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Lucky pissed on Stark!” he says, tapping across the screen to get to the photo.

From the corner of his eye, he notices Barnes’s hands still halfway through a breadstick. Okay, maybe he should have phrased it differently.

He glances up, sees everyone staring at him, but Tony’s head is jutted forward, his eyebrows furrowed, as he repeatedly signs, “Excuse me?”

Clint cackles to himself, turning the phone around to show everyone. He sees Tony scoff before flipping him the bird, while everyone else starts laughing. Natasha’s grinning and shaking her head. “Idiot,” she signs, pressing the V to her forehead.

He grins, putting his phone away, but not before sending it to the group chat quickly. Tony obviously realizes what he’s doing, as he flips him off once again.

“So what’d you order me?” Clint asks, turning to Natasha.

“We ordered you a slice of your usual, along with half a slice of pepperoni to go for Lucky.”

“You know me so well,” he says, throwing himself against her side. She shoves him off, and he nearly falls off his chair, which he should have expected.

He pouts, grabbing a breadstick from the tray resting on top of the napkin box. He pulls it away, the mozzarella dragging along with it. It doesn’t separate itself from the rest of the cheese, unfortunately, and it all drops back down to the greasy parchment paper. Clint pouts. “Aw, cheese.”

He notices the movement of Barnes’s shoulders, and he glances up to see the man laughing at him.

Clint scowls, flipping him off before picking up the pile of molten mozzarella. He shoves it in his mouth, only burning his fingers a little. He wipes his hands on his pants, leaving greasy streaks, before lifting his arm to scratch his hair.

Natasha’s face immediately scrunches up. “Jesus, Clint, when was the last time you took a shower?” she asks, not bothering to hide her disgust, even as she furrowed her eyebrows for the “when”.

“Uh,” he says, dropping his arm.

She curls her lip and circles a clawed hand around her stomach. “Gross.”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything when you dyed your hair blonde, you don’t say anything about my body odor.”

“That was for a mission --”

Clint stops her hands by throwing his own wildly, before actually signing. “You looked like an old woman. It emphasized all the lines on your face.”

A hand shakes the table, and Clint looks over to see it’s Tony’s, slammed onto the surface. His eyes are wide, his eyebrows raised. “Do you want to be killed?” he signs, his movements sharp.

“Natasha loves me,” Clint replies. “She won’t kill me. Not until I’m forty-five, like we discussed.”

“I did not agree to that, Clint,” Nat says.

“I--” Clint starts, only to stop when he notices the unusual stillness in the corner of his eye. He glances over and sees that Barnes is staring with his mouth hanging open, just a little bit.

“What?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

He sees Bucky say something like “uh” before he hesitantly gives a flick by his ear, tilting his head just slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“Oh.” Clint belatedly realizes his and Natasha’s spat had not actually been voiced out loud. He’s pretty sure ASL was not one of the languages HYDRA decided to teach, so Bucky is not nearly as fluent in it as the rest of the group is. Clint shrugs. “I called Nat out for her ugly blonde days,” he says. “It wasn’t a good look. Also, Nat’s gonna kill me when I turn forty-five.”

“I am not,” Natasha argued, raising her hand as she spots an employee carrying two much-too-large trays of food. The employee looks starry-eyed as he brings the pizzas over, his face slack with shock.

“Please!” Clint says. “Kill me,” he signs. “Unless I look like George Clooney or the Trivago guy, kill me.”

“Forty-five isn’t old,” Tony signs from across the table. Clint ignores him.

“Man, why are you obsessed with the Trivago guy?” Sam says, tilting his head. He’s trying to sign, but he doesn’t know much, so he’s mostly fingerspelling everything.

“Have you seen him?” Clint asks, already grabbing a piece of his slice before the kid’s even set it down. “He’s a silver fox.”

“Meanwhile, Tony is just silver?” Bruce suggests.

“Hey! I don’t even have a single grey hair!” Tony argues, puffing his chest.

“Right, because he’s already dyed it this week,” Steve says, tilting his head and giving Tony his I’m-A-Perfectly-Innocent-All-American-Treasure look. It doesn’t stop Tony from grabbing his arc reactor and hissing, “You traitorous bitch!”

Clint grabs Tony’s attention, because this is important. “If Nat doesn’t kill me, will you?” he asks, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

The billionaire shrugs apologetically. “Sorry. Pepper says I can’t murder anyone unless they’re a supervillain. It’s bad for the press.”

He pouts, sandwiching another two pieces of pizza and shoving them into his mouth. “Goddamn it. I don’t wanna live past forty-five!” he says, but it most likely just sounds like muffled noises through his chipmunked cheeks.

“I feel hurt,” Tony says. Clint ignores him again.

“Don’t worry, Clint,” Steve says, grinning too-innocently. “I feel great, and I’m barely ninety-eight!”

“Shut the fuck u--”

He stops. There’s a woman sitting a few tables away, and she just got up to get her third refill drink since he’d gotten there. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it, but he’s pretty sure he catches her lips moving as she goes.

Clint quickly changes course, signing a quick story of Lucky, except halfway in, he throws in their emergency signal for “Avengers”-- just a quick double-tap of an A on his wrist.

Everyone catches it, even Barnes, who’s been staring like he’s mostly lost the whole time. Clint cranks his neck, acting as if to pop it, but he’s gesturing towards the woman. Everyone subtly arms themselves-- Tony flexes his hand just right, and his watch unfolds into his gauntlet, Steve’s own watch doing the same into a version of the shield; Sam, Nat, and Bucky each slide a gun out of… somewhere; and Clint slips his quiver onto his back and his bow in hand in one fluid motion. Bruce just braces himself in case of a Code Green.

Unfortunately, since a bow is hardly as discreet as a gun, it definitely catches the enemy’s attention.

Clint can’t hear the gunshot, but he sees the man near the door fire. “Get out!” Clint yells, even as people start running towards the exits. Luckily, the bullet doesn’t hit anyone, but he’s pretty damn sure this is about to turn into a firefight.

He smoothly nocks a few arrows, firing them off. He hits two of the other side-- the drink lady, and a man in dark gear who’d just snuck in from the back. The lady goes down, an arrow in her chest, while the man simply stumbles from the arrow to the shoulder. Clint ducks the man’s bullet, firing another shot. The man goes down like a bag of bricks.

He spins around, and he spots a door behind the counter swinging shut-- but the cook he sees through the window had been far closer to another exit.

He sprints across the room, springing himself off the counter. He shoves through the door, sees the cook, but then he spots a woman near the fridge, aiming a gun at the cook. The cook has his hands up, shaking awfully.

Clint has an arrow aimed at her in less than a second. “Let him go,” he says.

The woman raises an eyebrow, and he reads her lips: “You think your outdated weaponry scares me? A gun is a hell of a lot faster than a bow.”

Clint shrugs a shoulder, a corner of his mouth quirking up. “You haven’t seen me shoot,” he says. The arrow sprouts from her head and she falls to the ground without another word.

“You good?” Clint asks, approaching the cook. “Any injuries, or--?” he says, extending a hand to help the guy up.

“Thank you,” the man says, still visibly shaking.

“No problem. Now,” he says, “Get out of here. Take a back exit, avoid as much fire as you c--”

Clint can barely think as he feels a blunt force being thrown into his side, along with a hot, fiery pain as the cook, obviously an agent in disguise, plunges a knife into his left shoulder. Then, his head hits the floor, and he can’t think at all.

Clint blinks blearily. His head hurts like hell; it’s like someone is inside his brain and has taken to thudding a crowbar against his skull. And that’s not even mentioning his shoulder. He’s pretty sure that, if his shoulder wasn’t connected to the rest of his body, it would already be dead and haunting Nick Fury. In other words-- fucking ow.

Clint can’t move his hands-- when he tries, he feels the bite of coarse ropes holding them back. Still, he can tell it’s a standard handcuff knot-- it is locked in place with a reef knot, though. That makes it a little tough, but he should be able to get out of it in not too long.

He scans his surroundings. It’d help if he had his hearing aids, to hear for any noise outside, but he’ll have to do without. He opts for watching under the door instead-- no footsteps yet.

He cranes his neck back, trying to get an idea of his situation. The room is dark, and the air is heavy and cold enough to assume he’s underground. Wait-- they’re underground.

Because behind him, just a few feet away, is the Winter Soldier himself. Actually, Clint doesn’t know if Barnes likes that name. He hasn’t exactly spent much time with him.

Clint whispers, “You up?” before realizing he’s a dumbass.

He presses his tied feet to the floor, pushing to the left. The chair moves just slightly. The noise is probably terrible, but ha. He keeps going, pushing himself by just a few inches each time. Eventually, he’s moved and twisted enough that he’s facing Barnes, now to the left of Barnes rather than directly behind him.

He sees Barnes’s lips moving, so at least he’s up. However, his speaking means absolutely nothing to him.

“Still can’t hear you,” the archer says. “And it’s too dark to read your lips clearly. The angle’s shit, too.”

Barnes winces. A glance tells Clint that Barnes’s own restraints are fraying, but he still can’t do any actual signing yet. However, he can see Barnes’s fingers moving, even as he tries to rip through the rope. S-E-E W-H-O?

Clint shakes his head, before pausing. He thinks through the events of earlier, whenever they were. He thinks he remembers seeing a glimpse of yellow on one of the agents’ suits.

He moves through a quick A-I-M, then flattens his hand and shakes it. Maybe.

He looks up at Barnes’s face, only to see him still staring at Clint’s hand, his eyes narrowed.

Oh. Probably too fast. He slows down. A… I… M. He shakes his hand again. “Not sure,” he whispers.

Barnes nods, before flexing his metal wrist sharply. The rope around that hand falls limp, and he’s able to pull the other loop loose soon pretty easily. Then, he’s bending over and sliding the metal plates of his fingers roughly against the ropes around his shins once, twice, three times, and then the rope splits and falls. Clint nods, impressed. He wishes he had a metal arm, not for the first time.

Then, Barnes is behind him. Now he can actually get in a decent position to use the full strength of his arms, and he easily grabs the rope between Clint’s wrists and yanks, and the rope just completely snaps.

That was hot, Clint thinks, and Barnes pauses mid-step as he’s making his way around to Clint’s front, his eyes darting towards him. Aw, mouth.

“Wow,” Clint says. “Did you hear someone say something? I did not,” he says.

Barnes just purses his lips before shaking his head, looking slightly amused. He crouches down and quickly rips the rope around Clint’s ankles, and all of it is way faster than Clint could’ve done. That metal arm is awesome, man.

Barnes taps his own shoulder, standing to his feet. He’s looking at Clint with concern.

“Fine,” Clint says, tapping his thumb to his chest, even though his shoulder is definitely throbbing like hell and probably bleeding too much.

Barnes gives him a look that tells him just how much he believes that, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he just gestures to his head, tapping his indexes together, his eyebrows raised.

“That’s fine, too,” Clint says, tapping his chest again. He stands, moving towards the door, ignoring Barnes’s disbelieving glare. At least Clint’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a concussion. If he does, it’s a teensy-weensy one, so he’s good.

“Hear anything?” Clint asks, his eyebrows raised.

Barnes pauses, walking towards the door. He puts his hand against the wall, tilting his head towards it. After a few seconds, he finger-spells F-E-E-T, then meets his thumbs together before pushing his right one forward, angling to the right of the door. Footsteps, but they’re far away.

Clint throws his hands up toward the air, opening them. “How many?” he whispers.

Barnes holds up two fingers.

Okay, cool, this should be easy then. Clint crouches down, pulling a lock pick from his sock. He immediately starts jimmying the lock, and it doesn’t take long at all. Barnes taps the top of the lock when he hears it click, and then puts his hand on the handle.

He lifts his metal hand. Three, two, one .

He loots him, too, pulling out another gun and knife. He hands them off to Barnes, before retrieving his bloody knife from the dead body.

Clint barely has the word “which” out of his mouth when Barnes starts walking the way the agents came. Well, walking is a light word for the Winter Soldier Strut, but that’s not important.

They’ve only come across three more agents when they reach a staircase. Of course, that’s when lights start flashing. Briefly, Clint’s glad he doesn’t have his hearing aids.

They each break into a run, shooting down agents as soon as they appear. The staircase quickly becomes chaotic. Agents start spilling in from every story-- the two assassins are hitting the first floor below ground when even Clint can feel the noise coming from the gunfire. He feels a sharp pain explode in his thigh, but he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

In front of him, Barnes propels himself up onto the shoulders of an AIM agent. From there, he shoots down at least four agents coming at them from above, all while twisting his thighs around his mount’s neck. Barnes lands on his feet easily, even as the agent beneath him falls heavily.

Clint takes the open opportunity and dashes up the steps, using his good shoulder to burst through the first-level door.

The door bursts open, and Clint immediately fires down any agent in sight. He distantly feels a dull pain in his shoulder, but it’s probably just a little bruised-- he’s had far worse. He pulls up his gun and takes down another agent as he sprints down the hall. He spots a sign pointing towards the exit-- maybe not the best idea for a place you plan on keeping captives?

It made it easy for Clint, though. He was already running-- a quick glance told him Barnes was following, so he didn’t slow down.

He rounds the corner, his feet going even faster as he sees the exit. Of course, that’s when half the doors in the hallway slam open, revealing a shit-ton of agents that are armed.

The archer takes down several of them, shooting down most and hurling his knife so it stabs one of them in the sternum. He clocks one in the jaw, knocking him over like a bowling pin, before kicking a charging agent directly in the chest.

Unfortunately, even if he can take them down while extremely outnumbered, it doesn’t stop him from taking hits. He gets a few punches to the face, along with a harsh kick to his side and a sharp pain that he’s sure is another shot in his leg. Still, he keeps going, and soon enough, he’s bursting through the door at the end of the hall.

It’s far brighter outside, even coming from the lit halls of the base, and Clint stumbles for a second as the light hits his eyes. He feels a hand grab his upper arm-- it’s his good one at least-- in a tight grip, and he’s being pulled along.

A glance to the side tells him it’s Barnes, so he’s okay. Clint steadies himself and quickly starts pulling his own weight. Barnes is running forward, but his body is half-turned to shoot down the agents chasing after them. A super-soldier is a hell of a lot faster than the agents, and Clint has enough adrenaline to keep up with him.

They navigate between the trees around them-- Clint can’t see another building anywhere. The upside, at least, is the agents trailing after them have been thinning. Clint estimates that they’re maybe a mile out by the time they realize that there isn’t anyone chasing after them anymore.

Of course, with that realization, Clint’s adrenaline starts on the decline, and he fumbles clumsily to the ground.

He braces himself with his arms, but that hurts like hell on his shoulder, which is… not feeling good. His entire body is not feeling good.

He feels a metal grip grab his not-shot shoulder and then he’s being roughly turned onto his back. He groans, and he forces himself to open his eyes. Barnes’s face is hovering above him, a crease between his brows. He signs roughly, tapping his indexes together, then waves one.

“Shoulder,” Clint says, “And leg. Two shoots. Shots.” He winces, reaching a hand up towards his shoulder, because it is throbbing in a nasty way.

Barnes bats it away, shaking his head. He lifts his hands as if to say something, but then he just shakes his head. With one quick motion, he tears off the sleeve of his jacket. He looks like a doofus, but Clint supposes he probably isn’t one to talk, what with being the proud new owner of two bullet holes and a stab wound.

Pretty quickly, Barnes ties the disembodied sleeve around Clint’s bloody shoulder. The pressure doesn’t feel great, but Clint knows it’s better than bleeding out all his shoulder guts. And hey, at least it’s not a tourniquet. Shit could be worse.

Next, Barnes rips off the sleeve of his shirt. Clint would give an appreciative whistle at those biceps if he wasn’t in so much pain. He ties up Clint’s thigh, then rips off one of Clint’s own sleeves to wrap around his calf. As he finishes up the knot, Clint mutters, “Is this kinky? It’s probably kinky.”

Barnes just swats his good leg.

“That’s kinky, too.”

Barnes stands up, and he walks near Clint’s head. He waves his arm, and Clint sees him say, “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Ugh. Can’t this just be my new home?”

Barnes just waves again.

Clint groans, but he puts his hands on the ground and pushes himself up. He stands, and he rolls his shoulder, regretting it immediately. “Ow.”

In front of him, Barnes simply signs, “Home.”

They start walking. It’s a little chilly, but he has other things to worry about. His wounds are definitely still bleeding, even if the ties help, so he tries not to apply too much pressure to his right leg, without making it seem too obvious.

Unfortunately, he’s so distracted by his pain and masking it, he doesn’t realize that Barnes is trying to sign to him. He feels a hard nudge on his good arm, and he looks up with a start.

Barnes is frowning at him, with his eyebrows furrowed in the same way they’ve been since they got kidnapped. Clint groans, stepping forward with what’s definitely too much pressure on his right foot, but he forces down a reaction. “S’rry. You were saying?”

Barnes’s fingers move quickly- he doesn’t know much, but at least he’s a quick finger-speller. How. You. L-O-S-E. A-I-D.

“The ‘how’ goes at the end, buddy,” Clint says. When he notices Barnes cast his eyes to the ground briefly, he immediately feels guilty. “It’s okay, though. Most of the others don’t even have it yet, ‘cept Tasha.”

“Sorry,” Barnes signs.

“S’chill. Besides, I’m not one to talk. I’m pretty stupid when it comes to regular, basic English.”

Barnes rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but then he repeats his question from before, this time using the correct grammar.

Clint shrugs, wincing as it aggravates his shoulder. “I dunno. It’s somewhere in my apartment, I think. If Lucky didn’t eat it.”

He freezes. “Lucky!” He twists around violently, throwing himself off balance. He stumbles for a moment, before two hands grip his waist and help him upright.

Barnes’s eyebrows are knit together, but Clint barely notices. His eyes are still darting around the forested space, as if there’s any way he can find his dog in wherever-the-fuck-they-are.

Barnes quickly moves in front of him. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I don’t know how long we’ve been gone! Lucky’s all alone in the apartment! What if something happens to him?”

He feels a feathery-light hand on his good shoulder, despite the hand being made of metal. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Barnes says. “We couldn’t have been gone for more than a day. I’m sure he’s fine.” The former-assassin places a hand on his own chest, taking in an exaggerated breath. “Come on, he’s fine.”

Clint tries to steady his own breathing, tries to shush the not-actually-there noise in his ears. “He’s fine.”

“Yeah. Worst case, he took a dump on the carpet.”

“I don’t got a carpet,” Clint mutters, shaking his head.

“Even better,” Barnes says. “You can clean it up real easy. Hey, and what’s to say that Kate girl hasn’t checked in?”

“Uh… I dunno,” Clint says, finally able to take an actual breath. “He’s fine.”

“Damn right he is.”

Clint shut his eyes for a moment, continuing his full breaths. Once he feels steady, he opens his eyes again. “Sorry,” he says, taking a couple steps back. “For being dumb.”

There’s a sharp flick on his arm, which seems unfair. “Hey, knock it off,” Barnes says, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Knock what off?” Clint asks, stepping forward, wincing as the pain in his leg gets a little louder.

“Callin’ yourself dumb. Stop that,” Barnes says, frowning.

Clint squints at him. “Wh- dude, I dropped out of school when I was like ten. It’s pretty safe to say I’m stupid. I know that, and it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Barnes says, and now his frown is getting into Angry Frown territory. “You’re not stupid, stop saying that shit about yourself.”

Clint pulls his head back, still squinting. “It’s fine, man, I know the truth-”

“Well, clearly not, because you’re spoutin’ lies-”

“I am not, and it’s not a big deal anyway-”

“It is if you believe it! You can’t just-”

“Be honest with myself? I deserve at least-”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hits Clint like a club to the back of the head. He trips over his own feet, hands reaching out to catch himself. He feels hands grab at his torso, but he bats them away, feeling the acid fill his throat.

He lowers himself to the ground with the help of the hands bracing his body, but it doesn’t stop the jolt shooting through his shot-up leg. Before he can spout a warning, he feels the bile swell up. He quickly twists to the side, barely acknowledging the fire in his shoulder, as he retches. Nasty remnants of whatever was leftover in his stomach falls into the grass. He chokes and spits, his head bursting with pain with every movement.

He sits there for a second, a string of vomit hanging from his mouth to the ground, and he groans before coughing again, trying to get whatever’s left out.

Distantly, he feels a soft pressure on his back, but his head is pounding, so he can’t really pay any attention to it. He hacks a little, trying to clear the rest of the burning acid from his throat.

Finally, he rolls back so he’s sitting up. He still feels sick, but he doesn’t think there’s anything left. He blinks a few times, trying to get the spots out of his eyes. “S’rry.”

He feels another flick, and he blinks his eyes open. “Hm?” he says, feeling very gross and exhausted. His mouth tastes disgusting.

“Stop saying sorry,” Barnes says, and it’s a good thing he’s signing because Clint can not concentrate enough to read lips right now.

Clint feels like he should argue, but he is very tired. So instead, he just mumbles, “‘Kay.”

He shuts his eyes again for a moment, and then he feels a hand gently maneuver its way under his good arm. He gets the message and pushes down on the ground, using Barnes’s steady grip to slowly get to his feet.

He barely catches Barnes’s question of O-K? He nods, even though it hurts.

Now that he’s watching, Barnes signs out, “You have a C-O-N-C-U-S-S-I-O-N.” His eyebrows are raised, and he looks kinda annoyed.

Clint could make a sarcastic remark, it’d be really easy, but he guesses he probably should have listed that earlier while reciting his injuries. Instead, he barely nods.

“We’re going home soon,” Barnes says. “For now, you need to stay awake.”

Clint knows the rules of concussions. He waves Barnes off. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, and his throat is still burning and gross. “How soon, do you think?” he asks.

“I bet you they’re just a few minutes out. You know how pissed Nat gets when you go missing,” Barnes says.

“Says you, Mr. Cap’n-America-followed-me-even when-I...was-a-Terminator,” Clint says, and his words kind of trail off into nonsensical mumbles, and even he can realize that without hearing it.

“Then we have even better chances,” Barnes says.

“Good,” Clint says, and he squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of nausea passes through him. He pauses, waiting for it to pass. When it does, he opens his eyes to see a pair of concerned gray ones. Clint blows through his mouth, before nodding determinedly. “‘Kay. Let’s keep going.”

“You sure?” Barnes asks. “We can stay here. When I hear the quinjet, I’ll fire a shot.”

“You don’t got a flare gun,” Clint argues.

“So? JARVIS will sense it, if Steve doesn’t hear it first. We’re stayin’ here.”

Clint sighs. “Fine. Can we sit back down then?”

Barnes helps him to the ground again, this time against a tree. He sits down across from him, tucking a knee to his chest. He locks an arm around the knee, before tilting his head towards Clint. “Tell me about this apartment of yours.”

“Why?” Clint asks, leaning his head against the tree. Barnes snaps his fingers at him, so Clint sits up again.

“To make sure you stay awake, dumbass. Go on,” the ex-soldier says.

Clint rolls his eyes for a moment, before letting his head roll to the side. “I dunno. I share it with Kate, but only kind of. She just comes in every few days to make sure I’m not dead or bouncing off the walls.”

Barnes just nods, so he continues.

“And then I have Lucky. I got him from the same guys I took the building from. Some Russian guys who were shitty dudes. They’d broken his leg, so obviously I made sure that wouldn’t happen again. And I also now own an apartment building, which kinda sucks, because I don’t know how to do any of the things a landlord is supposed to. Like I dunno how to fix leaky sinks or adjust the AC. I kinda just go off YouTube videos.”

Barnes shrugs. “Whatever works,” he says.

“I guess,” Clint says. “We have barbecues sometimes. I think half the building actually thinks my name is Hawk guy, which is a thing, I guess.” He pouts.

Barnes cracks a grin, and Clint realizes he’s laughing.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says. “Mr. Weiner Soldier.”

Bucky quickly stops, fixing Clint with the stink eye. “That doesn’t count. That’s just Sam.”

“It counts,” Clint argues. “Anyway, the other half of the building don’t actually think I’m an Avenger, so.”

“Do they not watch the news?” Barnes asks.

“They’re all old and pretty blind, so it’s a possibility. That or they’re messing with me,” Clint ponders. He squinted at a random patch of grass. “I think that might actually be the case,” he says.

Barnes grins again. “So what’s Lucky like?” he asks.

Clint then details all of Lucky’s quirks. He talks about the way the dog used to try to attack the door whenever someone knocked. He talks about the time he found a half-chewed hearing aid under the coffee table, which is why he’s so willing to blame him this time. He talks about Lucky’s infatuation with pizza, and he talks about the time Lucky once saved him from the Russian mafia. He has to pause a few times to get his head to stop hurting and for his shoulder to be more bearable, but Barnes is patient. Come to think of it, after all this, Clint figures he should probably stop calling the guy by his last name.

His voice feels raw (although that’s possibly due to the earlier puking) by the time he notices Bucky suddenly straighten up, his eyes darting towards the sky.

“Our saviors?” Clint asks, his arms moving sluggishly.

Bucky nods, before slipping his gun into shooting position. He fires a shot towards the sky, and Clint can feel it.

The archer shakes his head, but he can’t help the corner of his mouth that’s creeping up. “S’not a flare.”

Bucky smirks, and he flicks a finger towards the sky. Not thirty seconds later, Clint can see leaves begin to flutter off the ground. He glances back, and Bucky quirks an eyebrow. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Clint rolled his eyes, and he tries to ignore the way it makes his head pulse. He doesn’t think he did a great job, though, given the way Bucky frowns.

The assassin budges over so he’s next to Clint, and he worms an arm around his torso. He pats Clint once, a clear signal of “let’s go,” so the archer takes a deep breath. He lets his own arm grab at Bucky’s, fingers gripping tight at the metal plates. He feels himself grunt as they push themselves up. The pain in his legs flare up, but he just digs his teeth into his lip and pushes past it.

Finally, he’s at least at his full height, but his legs and his arm (not to mention his head) are screaming. Now that he knows help is close, everything is suddenly feeling a helluva lot worse.

Clint feels Bucky tense weirdly, and he glances over to realize that he’s shouting. He squints, catching a glimpse of “Steve!”

He glances in the direction he’s yelling at, and in just a few seconds, he sees a flash of red and gold.

The Iron Man suit zooms into view. Clint feels the body next to him tense a few more times as Tony lands.

He sees a quick “What happened?” and as the faceplate retracts, Clint can see the frantic look on his face.

Clint taps a thumb to his chest, but Tony immediately gives a mechanical, yet fluid, “Bullshit.” He visibly sighs, shaking his head, but then he says, “But we’ll talk about that later.” Clint sees him glance down before saying to Steve, presumably, into the comms. “Hawkeye’s hurt.”

He looks up again, and he taps his indexes together, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Two bullets in the leg,” he says. “And I got stabbed in the shoulder.”

He feels Bucky start talking, and he looks over to see him add, “Concussion, too.”

Clint sees Tony mutter a shit, but he doesn’t catch much else because then he’s glancing over the armored shoulder as he sees a figure clad in red, white, and blue emerge from the trees, dashing at full speed.

“Hey, Mom,” Clint calls, then immediately regrets it as he feels his brain beat itself up.

Cap starts slowing down as he reaches Tony, but he still hurries to Clint's other side.

Clint feels Cap tuck an arm under his bad shoulder, and he bites back a string of curses. He tastes copper, but he tries to ignore it. “Home now?” he asks.

In front of him, Tony nods. “Yes,” he signs. “We’re going home. Bruce is gonna start patching you up on the quinjet, but you’re going straight to medical once we land.”

Normally, Clint would argue, but his shoulder and his everything are screaming a bit too much for him to complain. So he just nods, slumping his head forward.

Together, Bucky and Steve take a step forward, and Clint’s feet more or less drag across the grass. He can’t feel much besides the pain, but he can tell that the super-soldiers are talking to each other.

“Man,” Clint says, and he has no idea how the words are coming out. “If all I needed to… get in on a super-soldier sandwich was... get shot a bunch, I woulda done it ages ago.” He feels a metal flick against his side, which, rude.

He thinks he might’ve dissociated for a little, as the next thing he knows, they’re edging up the ramp to the quinjet.

“Oh, we’re here,” he mutters, and he sees Bruce rushing down towards them. He might be imagining it, he’s not exactly fully lucid, but he thinks he sees a tinge of green in the scientist’s face.

He watches, as they slowly make it up, Bruce say some things to one of the super-soldiers. He feels one of them respond, but he doesn’t bother trying to see whatever they’re saying. Once they’re actually onboard, he starts being led towards a cot.

Once he’s settled, Bucky and Steve finally pull away.

Bruce begins prodding at his leg, so Clint quickly looks away. He sees a glimpse of Tony back at the controls, but more importantly, he sees Natasha moving towards him.

He rolls his eyes towards Bucky. “She’s gon’ kill me,” he says. “She’s gonna… like, murder me.”

Bucky cracks a grin, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. Kick your ass? Maybe.”

Clint glares at him, and he lifts a tired arm enough to hit his chin with a sharp B. Bucky just gives him a cheeky smile before he’s suddenly shoved aside.

“Dumbass!” Natasha signs, giving him his least favorite Murder Glare.

“I didn’t choose this. You should be feeling sorry for me. Get me- oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck- Banner, what the fucking fuck are you doing?” he grits out, glaring at the scientist.

Bruce simply smiles apologetically, holding up a bullet with a pair of tweezers. “Sorry,” he signs, but it’s kinda gross because he has some blood on his gloves. “If I could do this painlessly, I would.”

“Yeah, fuck off,” Clint grumbles, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling. As he does, he feels the quinjet become to take off, more in his stomach than anything else.

“Ugh,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing at the edge of the cot. “Stark, I’mma fuckin’ kick your ass.”

Obviously, he doesn’t hear a response, but he doesn’t care. He’s a little busy trying not to barf again. “I hate… so much,” he grumbles.

This time, it’s a sympathetic pat on his good shoulder, and he can feel that it’s metal. For some reason, it helps.

Finally, he feels the quinjet stabilize, and he lets out a slow sigh. “C’n I sleep now?” he asks, blinking his eyes open.

Bruce moves away from his leg, grabbing one of his tiny flashlights from the extensive first aid kit. He flicks it on and points it in Clint’s eyes.

The archer flinches, but he tries not to blink too much, looking a little to the left of the light itself. Then, the light’s gone, and Bruce pats hits shoulder. “You should be fine. The ride back isn’t too long anyway, so we’ll be waking you up soon enough,” he signs.

“Ugh,” Clint says, but he shuts his eyes again. He feels Bruce begin to dig again for the other bullet, and it sucks , but soon enough, he feels himself start to drift.

Clint wakes up to the very familiar smell of dog breath.

He blinks his eyes open, grinning as he sees Lucky’s panting face inches from his. “Hey, buddy,” he says, grinning widely, and he reaches a hand up to pet him. However, he immediately feels that his shoulder is very restricted, and he puts together where he is.

“Huh,” he says, tilting his head at Lucky. “You’re not supposed to be in medical.”

He feels a nudge in his side, and he looks up to see Bucky grinning at him. He extends a hand, and Clint’s eyes widen when he spots the purple hearing aids lying on his palm. He reaches over Lucky and grabs them, immediately placing them in his ears, carefully clicking them on.

He quickly starts to hear the monotone beeping next to him, along with Lucky’s panting breaths. His smile widens as he lifts his good arm to scratch at his dog’s ears, and Lucky grins and starts trying to get closer, lapping at his face.

He hears a chuckle, so Clint glances up to look at Bucky. The man has a soft look on his face, one he doesn’t see very often.

“Where’d you find them?” the archer asks, pointing at his ear.

“Kate came in after Natasha called her. She said she found them wedged between your nightstand and the wall,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on,” Clint whines, sinking back into his pillow. Lucky, of course, follows, so Clint can’t frown for long. “How did you guys get him in here?” he asks. “Because I’m sure he’s not actually allowed.”

Bucky shrugs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The docs might generally be used to our shit, but when the Black Widow gives puppy dog eyes, it’s kind of terrifying in a very strange way.”

Clint squints, trying to think of what that would look like, but he reckons that he’s probably better off without figuring it out. Instead, he decides to assess the damage that’s been strewn across his body.

His legs are both bandaged up, he can see that much past the hospital gown. When he cranes his neck, he can see that his shoulder is also wrapped, his forearm lying beside him. He also sees an IV next to him, filled what he assumes is antibiotics or maybe painkillers. Actually, given the distinct lack of pain he’s feeling, he’s very willing to bet it’s painkillers.

He grins up at Bucky. “I’m on the good stuff, aren’t I?” he says. “The good good stuff?”

Bucky snorts out a laugh, before nodding. “Yeah, you are. You’re also stuck here for another two days.”

The grin immediately falls off Clint’s face. “No,” he whines. “I hate it here.”

“You got your dog, what else do you need?” Bucky teases, giving Lucky a quick pat on his belly, which apparently rocks his world because the dog immediately perks up, lifting his legs away from his stomach for more. Bucky, obviously, obliges.

“You’re a traitor, Luck. A traitor,” Clint grumbles, but he gives him scritches anyway. He looks up at Bucky then, and he gives him a glare. “And for your information, coffee. And pizza,” he says.

“No coffee,” says the super-soldier, “But I’ll see what I can do about the pizza.”

“Good,” Clint mutters. “When’s debrief?”

Bucky waves him off. “Already done.” Clint clearly makes a face, because he continues, “You and I were together the whole time, and I was awake longer anyway. You can give Steve more details later, but you don’t got to sit in a conference room for an hour this time around.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Clint says, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “You’re welcome. As a return favor…”

Clint pouts, turning his head to glare, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What?”

Bucky grins innocently. “I get to walk your dog at least once. I’ve been staring at his adorable face for an hour.”

Clint’s face breaks into a smile, and he laughs, nodding. “Yeah, I can do that. Just make sure he pisses on Stark again,” he says, and he closes his eyes to the sound of delighted, and decidedly pretty, laughter.

#hawkeye #clint barton #winter soldier #bucky barnes #winterhawk #deaf clint barton #i did a thing! i hope you like it!!#i love lucky and i will sneak into clints apartment and move there #(i was gonna say i would steal lucky but lets be real clint needs him)#my writing #clint #bucky #lucky #steve #tony #nat #bruce #sam #kate

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Chapter 7: gays you ever just ahsnfdjsl?? part 1

Chapter Summary: Holiday parties are planned, Cheryl and Toni are Kevin's sapphic moms, an intervention is held, Alice and Hermione are adorable and everyone loves them, Kangs has some news, and Sweet Pea runs away from his problems.

Notes: theMANtle: reggie

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Friday, 3:17 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: its winter break!! finally a respite from the chaos!!

jugheadalones: im so excited!

hbicheryl: hold up, hobo is excited about something??

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^ jones are you sick

jugheadalones: okay, first of all fuck you

jugheadalones: second of all im excited to return to the near-comatose state i maintain every time we have a long period of time off from school

nopeaz: that makes more sense

veroffica: as enjoyable as that likely is to you, holden caulfield, it won't be happening this break. i'm hosting a christmas eve party at the pembrooke starting at 8:00 pm and you are all invited.

veroffica: and you'd better all show up, or else i'll sic my new bodyguard on you.

goingtoheller: i assume you mean betty.

wannabett: guilty :/

spillthefogarTEA: ill be there. and NOT because of your threats

spillthefogarTEA: even though betty is kind of intimidating

goingtoheller: i'll come as well.

nopeaz: cher and ill come too

hisshissmotherfucker: i love parties im there

jugheadalones: i dont suppose i really have a choice do i?

wannabett: not really. sorry jug

jugheadalones: fine.

hbicheryl: speaking of holiday parties

hbicheryl: new years eve party, thistlehouse, time tbd, if you arent there youre dead to me

veroffica: b and i will be there.

spillthefogarTEA: me too

goingtoheller: i'll be there.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hear cheryls parties are infamously dramatic

hisshissmotherfucker: so im definitely coming

hisshissmotherfucker: as long as i dont end up doing seven minutes in heaven with archie like veronica

veroffica: will nobody ever let me forget that??

hisshissmotherfucker: nope

jugheadalones: why do all these party invites come with threats of retribution if you dont attend?

hbicheryl: bc if there wasnt then youd never come

jugheadalones: ill come. begrudgingly.

nopeaz: and ofc ill be there obviously

jugheadalones: wait am i missing something? why is that obvious?

hbicheryl: oh right we didnt tell you lol

hbicheryl: tt moved in with me

goingtoheller: WHAT??

goingtoheller: my sapphic moms moved in together aND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA??

hisshissmotherfucker: why is keller suddenly chonis kid when did this happen??

hbicheryl: please kevin is basically toni and i's love child

hbicheryl: he has my sass (well not as good as mine but hes trying), my gayness, and my strange desire for dumbass serpents

nopeaz: and my propensity for saying 'this is riveting i cant breathe'

goingtoheller: aw, thanks, moms! mostly! :)

nopeaz: no problem son

hbicheryl: yes we are very proud of you kev (mostly)

jugheadalones: huh i never actually thought about it but that... works?

wannabett: okay cheryl and toni are like the least qualified people here to be anyones lesbian moms?? theyre literally gang members??

hbicheryl: stfu nightmare smurfette do not EVER criticize my parenting skills

hbicheryl: toni and i have slaved for weeks, even MONTHS to make sure that kevin turns into a proper young gay man

hbicheryl: and you have the AUDACITY to suggest that just because my gf and i are deeply flawed people we would corrupt poor kevin??

wannabett: uh... no?

hbicheryl: thats what i thought

nopeaz: wow angry cheryl is scary but hot

spillthefogarTEA: topaz, you are so whipped

spillthefogarTEA: and REALLY fucking gay

nopeaz: yeah ik

jugheadalones: moving on

jugheadalones: speaking of people taking a big step and deciding to live with each other... betty and veronica, we need to talk.

veroffica: um... what?

veroffica: is this some sort of intervention?

hisshissmotherfucker: yes

spillthefogarTEA: moving in together might be considered friendly if, say, betty didnt already have a house that she lives in

nopeaz: but this decision is beyond simple friendship

hbicheryl: and its certainly anything but heterosexual

wannabett: why are you guys finishing each others sentences?? did you plan this??

hisshissmotherfucker: no shit sherlock

veroffica: how do you guys even have this information??

goingtoheller: we have our ways.

wannabett: archie somehow saw our texts through my window

wannabett: jughead told me last night, sorry i didnt tell you v, i didnt know that this was going to happen

nopeaz: dammit jones why do you have to ruin all our fun!!

jugheadalones: i didnt realize that this was a rule?

jugheadalones: so anyway

jugheadalones: b&v, now that you have been confronted with cold hard proof of your undying love for each other, what do you have to say for yourselves?

wannabett: guys im straight!!

goingtoheller: ooh, betty's pulling the straight card.

hbicheryl: i called it! tt, sp, fangs, and jughead, you all owe me $10

hbicheryl: cousin betty is nothing if not predictable in the face of her sexuality being questioned

veroffica: hey, you made bets on this?? not cool!

wannabett: ^^^^

wannabett: and i am NOT predictable!!

hbicheryl: i predicted she was going to say that

hbicheryl: thats another $10 guys

hisshissmotherfucker: for once i trusted in someones willingness to admit when they were wrong and now because of that cheryl is robbing us blind! smh never again

spillthefogarTEA: veronica? you never answered the question

veroffica: uh...

veroffica: i mean, um...

veroffica: we've never even kissed! i'm pretty sure we aren't dating!

nopeaz: to be fair though i wouldnt be surprised if you two were dating without knowing it

veroffica: guys, now really isn't a good time.

jugheadalones: mmmhmm

wannabett: no seriously v and i are getting ready for the christmas eve party

wannabett: its in three days remember

hbicheryl: ugh fine i suppose thats a reasonable explanation

veroffica: and since i know that you won't let this go, at the party you can ask us whatever you want about this.

goingtoheller: wait... for real?

wannabett: uh yeah really v??

veroffica: within reason, of course.

spillthefogarTEA: wow this is more than i expected to come from this

veroffica: one condition, though. you can't pester b and i about it before the party.

veroffica: deal?

hisshissmotherfucker: deal

wannabett: now that thats settled v and i are going to get to work

veroffica: we'll probably be off the grid until maybe a few hours before the party.

[wannabett is offline]

[veroffica is offline]

hbicheryl: toni and i are already headed over to pops, anyone want to join us?

jugheadalones: wont we just be three-wheeling?

hbicheryl: not if we are in a large group

hisshissmotherfucker: ill come if you come jones

jugheadalones: sure.

hisshissmotherfucker: ill be there in five

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: kevin, fangs?

spillthefogarTEA: im good

goingtoheller: ^^

nopeaz: okay otw

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: leaving now

[jugheadalones is offline]

6:35 PM

nopeaz: GUYS YOULL NEVER BELIEVE WHO JUST WALKED IN

spillthefogarTEA: who is it??

spillthefogarTEA: tell me you know im not good with suspense!!

jugheadalones: its alice cooper and hermione lodge!

hisshissmotherfucker: it seems as though archies intel was correct again

hisshissmotherfucker: damn that omniscient fucking northsider

hbicheryl: now i really wish that betty and veronica werent offline so they could hear about this

goingtoheller: why? do you hate them?

hbicheryl: hate is a strong word

hbicheryl: id say that i just occasionally want them to suffer

goingtoheller: that isn't much better...

hbicheryl: i guess ill just have to wait until the party to tell them

nopeaz: okay so they just got a booth and its basically diagonal from ours

jugheadalones: but theyre so enamoured with each other i dont think they even noticed that were here

hbicheryl: wow i dont think ive ever seen aunt alice this happy before

spillthefogarTEA: ugh this sounds so adorable i wish i was there

hisshissmotherfucker: dont worry well narrate their every movement so well itll be like you are

nopeaz: oh shit they keep reaching for each other like every five seconds

spillthefogarTEA: im WEAK

jugheadalones: its so hard to believe that they ever hated each other with the way theyre acting now

jugheadalones: homophobia can really fuck shit up huh

goingtoheller: this is the couple i never knew i needed, but now that i have seen that it's possible, i'm in love.

hisshissmotherfucker: im in shock i cant believe that the same alice cooper that grounded her daughter from any and all contact with the outside world is now just essentially the personification of heart eyes

hbicheryl: this town is so small were all basically inbred

hbicheryl: next thing you know fp and fred are going to be fucking too

jugheadalones: okay i did NOT need that image

nopeaz: AHHHH THEY WENT IN FOR A KISS MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

spillthefogarTEA: AHHHHH

goingtoheller: AHHHHHHH

nopeaz: AHHHHHHH

jugheadalones: even i, being asexual and aromantic, have to admit that im loving living vicariously through these two

hisshissmotherfucker: k so they stopped

hisshissmotherfucker: wait no theyre kissing again!

hisshissmotherfucker: and again!

hisshissmotherfucker: okay now theyre just making out

nopeaz: get it girl(s)

hbicheryl: its getting pretty heated

hbicheryl: it feels like the windows are going to start fogging up

jugheadalones: oh damn they stopped

jugheadalones: ms cooper is waving pop over now

goingtoheller: is it creepy that we're so invested in their date?

spillthefogarTEA: probably not

hisshissmotherfucker: nah

jugheadalones: lets go with no

nopeaz: nope

hbicheryl: its only creepy if we get turned on

goingtoheller: moving on... what's happening now??

nopeaz: they got the check and now theyre paying

nopeaz: they can barely keep their hands off of each other

nopeaz: now theyre leaving

nopeaz: should i follow them to keep narrating?

goingtoheller: won't they notice??

jugheadalones: no theyve only got eyes for each other

jugheadalones: follow them SUBTLY while we hold down the table

nopeaz: roger that

hbicheryl: youre such a nerd

nopeaz: you love it

hbicheryl: duh

hbicheryl: now follow them!!

nopeaz: already doing it

nopeaz: so they made it to their car

nopeaz: okay wow wasnt expecting that but im not complaining

spillthefogarTEA: whats happening???

nopeaz: alice just shoved hermione up against the car door and now theyre hardcore making out

nopeaz: damn i wonder if theyre even going to get home or if theyre just going to do it in the parking lot

hisshissmotherfucker: i cant believe alice cooper and mayor lodge BOTH have better sex lives than i do wtf

goingtoheller: who knew that hermione lodge was such a bottom??

hbicheryl: well you know what they say about people in positions of power

hbicheryl: top in the streets bottom in the sheets

jugheadalones: wait cheryl that could apply to you as well

spillthefogarTEA: ooh is the class president getting the strap from the vice president

nopeaz: fuck off fangs

nopeaz: okay so they finally managed to regain some semblance of control

nopeaz: aaaaand theyre driving away

nopeaz: shows over folks

hbicheryl: lets clear out men

nopeaz: meet me by the bike cher

hbicheryl: be there in a sec babe xx

jugheadalones: wait are you telling me that cheryl blossom rode a motorcycle??

hisshissmotherfucker: yeah red i thought you said they were death traps

hbicheryl: well yeah but that was before i got on it

hbicheryl: its like a giant vibrator

hbicheryl: and riding it with toni is basically just the most acceptable type of public sex

goingtoheller: gross.

hisshissmotherfucker: never thought id agree with keller but yeah tmi

nopeaz: whatever

nopeaz: bye fuckers see you all at veronicas party

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: im headed out too

[jugheadalones is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: me too

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Monday, 6:43 PM

wannabett: b&v are back bitches!!

veroffica: and, looking through the chat from the past few days... i'm glad i was gone.

wannabett: although now i know what 'hot date' my mom was talking about :/

wannabett: even though i never wanted to know

wannabett: some things are best kept secret especially when your mom goes out on a date with your best friends mom!!

hbicheryl: youre welcome :)

veroffica: cheryl, at this very moment, i simultaneously respect, despise, and fear you.

hbicheryl: aw thanks thats what im always going for!

veroffica: anyway, the party will be starting in an hour or so, but some of my relatives will be over in the meantime. if you've got anything to say that doesn't involve the date my mom and betty's mom have, feel free. if you don't, go to hell.

hisshissmotherfucker: hey im in the neighborhood and i dont have anything else to do would you mind if i came over now

veroffica: sure thing!

hisshissmotherfucker: are you sure your relatives will be fine with me being there?

veroffica: yeah. i mean, betty's here too anyway!

hisshissmotherfucker: k

6:48 PM

goingtoheller + veroffica

goingtoheller: hey, would you happen to have some time you could set away during the party? fangs and i have an announcement we'd like to make.

veroffica: sure thing, kev. how does around 10 sound?

goingtoheller: perfect. thanks, v!

veroffica: no problem.

7:22 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: rn betty looks like she cant decide whether to be a guard dog or an excited puppy lmao

jugheadalones: context?

hisshissmotherfucker: veronicas greeting her relatives and bettys following her so closely shes practically stepping on her heels

goingtoheller: well, v is definitely holding betty's leash.

nopeaz: yeah veronicas got her by the collar

spillthefogarTEA: if betty doesnt watch her step then shes really going to be in the doghouse

wannabett: stop with the dog puns!! i am not a dog!!

hbicheryl: okay but you have to admit those were pretty good

wannabett: i will admit no such thing! now if youll excuse me im going to go back to talking to ronnies relatives with her

[wannabett is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: i guess ill keep you all informed on their gay shenanigans

nopeaz: who even says shenanigans anymore??

hisshissmotherfucker: uh i do fight me

nopeaz: square up bitch

hbicheryl: if i had a dollar for every time tt and sp said that they were going to fight i would have enough money to rebuild thornhill

goingtoheller: cheryl, you're the one who burned it down in the first place.

hbicheryl: yes and??

goingtoheller: ...nevermind.

hisshissmotherfucker: im snoRTING

jugheadalones: what happened?

hisshissmotherfucker: so veronica was talking to one of her relatives right

hisshissmotherfucker: and the relative asks her if she has a boyfriend

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica laughs a little and says no so her relative looks at betty whos still trailing behind her like a shadow

hisshissmotherfucker: and knowingly says "oh i see, a girlfriend"

spillthefogarTEA: ajklfshagak i cant even

hisshissmotherfucker: both of them are sputtering uncontrollably unable to formulate a response im dying

hbicheryl: ahahah it was only a matter of time before something like this happened but im really glad it did

nopeaz: i mean relatives are supposed to know you better than anyone else right?

jugheadalones: oh b&v you oblivious wlw

goingtoheller: we're never letting them let this down, are we?

spillthefogarTEA: not a chance

hisshissmotherfucker: IT GOT BETTER

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica finally managed to speak and she (unconvincingly) insisted that she and betty were just friends etc etc and her relative just raised her eyebrows and went "mmhm"

nopeaz: drag themmmmm

hbicheryl: omg we stan

hisshissmotherfucker: im trying to stifle my laughter bc betty and veronica look like they want to murder me

hisshissmotherfucker: but you know what screw it its worth it

hisshissmotherfucker: oh shit bettys coming over here and she looks pissed

hisshissmotherfucker: hello punks, this is betty. i hope youve had your fun listening to sweet pea narrate everything but now im taking his phone and wont be giving it back until the party starts

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: awww

goingtoheller: at least the party starts soon anyway. then, i'm sure we'll get even more beronica fodder.

jugheadalones: true

hbicheryl: see you then losers

spillthefogarTEA: back at ya cheryl

7:48 PM

nopeaz: cher and i are on our way

goingtoheller: fangs and i are leaving now.

jugheadalones: and im at your door at this very moment

jugheadalones: let me in

jugheadalones: okay great im in

hisshissmotherfucker: and i just got my phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: i will not stand for this tyranny! this is a republic not a monarchy!

wannabett: keep it up and im taking your phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: the oppression continues...

wannabett: sweet pea...

hisshissmotherfucker: fine

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

veroffica: now, let's get this party started!

10:03 PM

spillthefogarTEA: hey guys i know this is fun and exciting and all but would you mind congregating out in the living room? ive got some news

hisshissmotherfucker: anything for my best bro

jugheadalones: sure thing

10:07 PM

hisshissmotherfucker + theMANtle

hisshissmotherfucker: hey mantle are you free rn

theMANtle: yeah, you want me to come over to your trailer?

hisshissmotherfucker: yep im on my way there too

hisshissmotherfucker: see you in ten?

theMANtle: none of your friends will be there, right?

hisshissmotherfucker: nah theyre all still at veronicas party they wont even notice that im gone

theMANtle: not that im complaining, but why arent you?

hisshissmotherfucker: i needed a break

theMANtle: so you were hoping that i could help you blow off some steam? ;)

hisshissmotherfucker: that was the general idea

theMANtle: youre in luck, then. i currently have a lot of free time and what many call an impressive amount of stamina.

hisshissmotherfucker: perfect

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

10:15 PM

gays united

spillthefogarTEA: hey has anyone seen sweet pea? i could have sworn that i saw him before kevin and i made our announcement but now i cant find him anywhere

nopeaz: hes probably just in the bathroom or brooding in the corner somewhere

hbicheryl: dont worry about him just celebrate! youve officially got a new boyfriend!

spillthefogarTEA: "dont worry about him" have you MET me??

goingtoheller: babe, he probably just got bored and bailed.

goingtoheller: i know that he's your best friend, but he isn't who you're dating--i am. can't you forget about sweet pea for a little while and just relax?

spillthefogarTEA: i guess so

goingtoheller: great!

spillthefogarTEA: ill just text sp real quick and attempt to verify that hes still alive first

goingtoheller: whatever you need to do, fangs. i'll see you afterward.

10:19 PM

spillthefogarTEA + hisshissmotherfucker

spillthefogarTEA: hey sweets, i just wanted to make sure you didnt do anything stupid

spillthefogarTEA: i know that you arent kevins biggest fan, but youre my best friend and i dont want to lose you over him

spillthefogarTEA: i wish you were here to celebrate with me but i get it if you cant

spillthefogarTEA: please, just text me back whenever you see this to let me know that youre okay.

[spillthefogarTEA is offline]

10:41 PM

hisshissmotherfucker: thanks for being so understanding fangs but ngl i dont know if i can handle you dating keller

hisshissmotherfucker: i mean like you said

hisshissmotherfucker: we're best friends

hisshissmotherfucker: so i shouldnt have a problem with you going out with whoever you want

hisshissmotherfucker: but something about him just rubs me the wrong way

hisshissmotherfucker: sorry if that wasnt what you wanted to hear

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Notes: Sorry, this was supposed to just be a long holiday chapter, but I had so many ideas I had to split it into two. Bear with me, please! Also, happy new year, gays! As 20gayteen comes to a close, I hope you find even more peace, prosperity, and (of course) bisexuality in 20biteen!!

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kellyzeagman · 5 years

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Hello from the cruise ship in Singapore!!

What a crazy last few days. I guess I should back track a little bit, even though it might be a little hard because everything has been such a blur. Firstly, the airport in Toronto. Definitely extremely hard to leave. The entire time I was there with my parents I felt like I was having an our of body experience and watching myself from the outside. I had never felt so uneasy about something in my life. Obviously I was so excited to start this new chapter but my nerves definitely took over. I have never lived more than 20 minutes from home, nor have I ever spent more than a month away from friends and family. So, getting on a plane to live on the other side of the world for 5 months was extremely terrifying. I tried my best at not acting like it, but I was definitely feeling it. After I said goodbye to my parents and got through security, pretty much the only thing going through my head for the next hour before getting on the plane was “what the F*** am I doing”. It was 100% the most overwhelming moment i’ve ever experienced. Once it took off, there was obviously no turning back, which changed the game and I had to sit in this new reality for the next 20 hours of travelling. I was doing this whether I liked it or not. I liked the idea of what was about to happen, but wasn’t too fond of leaving. The plane ride to Hong Kong was 15 hours. It was also such a blur. I honestly don’t know how I made time pass by myself. I felt super lucky because I was able to pick an aisle seat online but once I got on the plane, I found out it was right beside the bathroom. I could quite literally lift up my left arm and touch the door. People opened and closed that door for 15 hours straight. I wondered why this aisle seat hadn’t been taken, but now I do :D. But hey, at least I could stick my legs out and always have my own arm rest. I probably only slept for a combined 3 hours, so I don’t know how the other 11 seemed to go by decently quick. Watched a few movies, listened to some podcasts and basically pondered what the hell I was doing and why I was doing it. There were quite a few young children on the plane and a decent amount of crying (bless ear plugs). However, they made up for it because TRULY, there is nothing like a little toddler walking up and down the aisles of a plane to bring everyones mood up and provide a little bit of entertainment and give everyone the feels. Finally, we landed in Hong Kong and I had one hour till my next 4 hour flight to Singapore. I was able to lay down on the sexy airport carpet for a bit and then quickly got on my next flight. I was beyond exhausted and wanted to just pass out as soon as we took off. It wasn’t a busy plane, so there were quite a few empty rows. Part of me didn’t want to be annoying or a bother and lay down across the seats when no one else was, but thank god I did. I would’ve punched myself in the face if I decided to not because it was so worth it and I will never see those people again. Passed out across 4 seats until we landed. Amazing. We landed in Singapore at about 6:30pm. I wanted to store my bags so that I could explore a bit of the INSANE airport. While struggling to carry my 3 heavy luggage items to storage, I managed to completely destroy the “pull up” handle on my suitcase. The handle literally cracked off and snapped out from how heavy my bag was. If I went to pull my suitcase, the handle would completely come out and the suitcase would drop to the floor and I would have a piece of metal with two prongs in my hand. I now have to pull that suitcase using the tiny little leather handle. It is truly horrible and I can’t wait to never touch the suitcase again until March. Anyways, I wanted to go see “The Jewel” at the airport. I’m planning on posting a picture of it at the end of this, but if it doesn’t work, google it because it is crazy. I went there for 7:30 because there was a light show. The Singapore airport is like a different planet. Everything is so futuristic and obviously very expensive. Very much similar to “Crazy Rich Asians”. The Jewel is basically a mall with stores and restaurants, but the middle has been made into an enormous waterfall that falls from the ceiling and the entire space around it has been made into a jungle/forest. I can’t really think of how else to explain it. I was a little bit sad watching the light show and exploring the airport by myself, because everywhere I looked around people were with friends and family and then there was just me by myself. ~Maybe I developed some personal growth~ Anyways, if you’re ever in Singapore- go to the Jewel!! Definitely worth it to go see, and free. I then lugged myself and my broken ass suitcase to catch a taxi to go to the hotel. When I checked in, the guy was like “your roommate has already arrived” I was so confused because I obviously thought I would have the room to myself and was ready to just pass out. Luckily, my roommate also happened to be a youth staff and was starting her 5th contract. I ended up staying up longer than I wanted because I asked her about 100 questions. It was such a relief to get to chat to her about the job and what cruise life is like. And so great that my first friend I made was going to be someone I would be working with. If I had been alone in that hotel room that night I feel like my head would have exploded, so I’m so glad it worked out the way it did. We went to bed at 10:00 and I totally thought I would pass right out until our alarms went off, but i’m silly and have never experienced jet lag before. So basically I think I only slept for 3 hours and just tossed and turned and panicked the rest of the night. When we waited for our shuttle the next morning to take us to the cruise ship there were two other new hire youth staff members waiting outside. This is also their first time working on a cruise ship, which was definitely comforting. I feel like everything just played out perfectly that night and morning which made everything much, much easier. The shuttle to the cruise was about an hour drive, so we got to see some of what Singapore has to offer. Super clean, lots of buildings, seems very rich.

The boat I am working on is currently in a “dry dock” where it is getting a 150 million dollar renovation. The total time in the dry dock will be around 5 weeks, and they are about half way done now. We got dropped off in the shuttle and had to walk our luggage about 400m to where we could enter the ship. It wouldn’t have been that bad if I had a suitcase on 4 wheels like every other sane person. And if it wasn’t 45 degrees. I looked like an absolute fool struggling to wheel my broken suitcase, with a 20lb duffle bag over one shoulder and a backpack over the other. I thought we would walk on the ship on a nice ramp, but because it is in dry dock, that wasn’t the case. We had to lift all of our suitcases up the most narrow 10 stairs i’ve ever seen in my life and pull them across a metal plank that was barely wide enough for any of the luggage. Luckily I’m not afraid of heights, because it was damn high. And not above water. The ship is literally out of water during this dry dock. Can you even picture a cruise ship out of water? It’s crazy. The amount of work and labour going into it is hard to wrap my head around. The first three days have just been filled with a ton of paperwork and training and touring around the bottom of the ship. I can’t believe i’ve not even been here for three full days yet, it feels like it has been a month already. We aren’t allowed on any upper levels that guests would go to because of all of the construction. However, I did get to briefly see a bit of deck 5 which is where one of the main guest areas is and I have no idea how they are going to be finished all of this in time. Literally everything is getting revamped. Everything. There is an unfathomable amount of things to get done still and to clean up. They have hundreds (if not thousands) of people from all over the world working on it on top of the 1,100 cruise staff that are also helping to do things. Everywhere i’ve seen on the ship is a sea of contractors in blue jumpsuits working 24/7. Its a mess, but a good mess.

Starting my contract during the dry dock has been great because there won’t be any guests on the ship until mid October. Everything has been extremely laid back in terms of training because there is not a rush. Myself and the other new hires are also super lucky because we do not have any duties during this time. Mostly everyone else has to be on “fire watch” where you are supposed to supervise a part of the ship for like, 6 hours and make sure a fire doesn’t start. Very glad to not be doing that. So when we aren’t doing training, we can kind of do whatever we want, which mostly involves napping or laying in bed. Jet lag is truly something. I’m in a temporary room right now until I can get placed with another youth staff. The room is a legit shoe box and everything is crammed, but I knew this would be the case. I currently am on a top bunk and cant sit up without bumping my head. It’s tricky to get out and requires some core strength. I’m also living out of my broken suitcase because I don’t want to unpack everything and then have to pack it all up again in a few days when I move. The last two nights i’ve gone to the crew bar where all the staff can drink, apparently some people go every single day, even when they are working. I’m now ready for a chill night in bed after the last 2 days.

It’s crazy how many different people i’ve met from all over the world in just 3 days. I’ve met 3 Canadians so far and one happened to be an engineer from Burlington. I was wearing a mcmaster t-shirt and he came up to chat. Small world. I think there are over 70 different nationalities working on the ship. Talk about a melting pot of culture. The food here is looking like it might be a bit tricky for me as a vegan. It has been the same stuff pretty much every day (pasta, salad, rice, potatoes, peanut butter sandwiches and fruit for me). Apparently the food gets better once it is out of dry dock, so we shall see. I’ll also be able to eat at guest restaurants once they are up and running. Unfortunately/also kind of fortunately, it looks like I wont be having any sweets or desserts until March. I have to make my dark chocolate from home last! It’s going to be so weird (but kind of nice) to not cook or clean any dishes for the next 5 months, though i’ll definitely miss being able to make whatever I want.

Dry dock is looking like its going to be pretty repetitive and similar every day. I’ll have more to share once things get rolling and when we actually start working. I’m already missing the autumn weather that is going to be coming soon at home, it is so unbelievably humid and hot here and is only gonna get more intense. I think tomorrow we are able to get off the ship and go to Marina Bay Sands and Gardens by the Bay at night time.

I’ve posted some pics either above or below this text post of the airport and one panorma of the back on the ship’s view in dry dock. (not supposed to post any pics of anywhere on the ship during the reno)

Cheers

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theslasherchild · 5 years

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Michael Myers love story part 1

Hi guys!, this is a story I've bine thinking about writing for a while the characters in this are my own, except for obviously any characters from John Carpenter's Halloween 1978- which is wear the story is being based from (I'm also ignoring every film from after 1978 + this version of Michael is what I think of him to look like BUT I don't wn tis character at all).

hope you enjoy it x

chapter one ~ beginning

As a sun beam shined through the small gap in my curtains I look over to my alarm clock 7:00,”CRAP” I thought as i rushed into the bathroom to take a shower and quickly get dressed I pulled on a white blouse, black pencil skirt and some tights with some kitten heels. I rushed down to the kitchen t make myself some coffee. minute later Ellie come bursting in waving a newspaper article in my face, “ILEEENNNEEE LOOK LOOK ITS HORRIBLE LOOOOOKKKK”, my tired eyes took a moment to focus on the hovering paper in front of me.

KILLER HAD DISAPEARED OUT OF SIGHT AFTER HAVE BEENING SHOT OUT OF WINDOW BY CHILD PSCHOLOGIST “oh my god that's awful” I said as I read the article. “ I know right, and he went after that little strode girl, remember her we used to babysit her when we were in university and she goes to the school we both work at you know, I teach her English”. ”yeah I remember she’d be 17 now, poor thing she must have been terrified”, “right, anyway well chat more about this later, lets get too work, if you want we’ll pass by her house to see if she alright after work” , “okay, yeah well do that”.

during the car ride to work I realised I was still clutching onto the newspaper, I stared at it for a few moments my eyes kept running over the word ‘killer’ that word it so dangerous..yet oddly sexy to me. “Ilene hey, Ilene wakey wakey were here” I look up from the paper to see the school, I worked at the local school in Haddonfield, I was a chemistry teacher I taught in the secondary grade 6-10.

we walk into the school and I said goodbye to Ellie and started to walk to my classroom, I sat down at my desk when I noticed a man standing outside the school on the side of the road from the big window at the back of my classroom, at first I thought he might be a parent for one of the infants or primary kids...but the drop of was at the other side of the school and he was staring at me, the anxiousness crept up my back slowly the feeling was so strange I got up and swiftly made my way to the exit door at the back of my classroom next to the big window to go and ask this strange man what he was doing and if he wasn't dropping off a child he needed to leave immediately, but the second I exited the door and look around to see the man again he wasn't there.” how strange I thought” and that maybe I just imagined him I mean I was pretty sleep deprived.

just as I was going to walk out and look around to see if I could see him, “ miss Johnson what ae you doing?” I turn around to see Jennifer Williams a 8 grade student how always tended to turn up earlier then others to my lesson. “n-nothing sweetheart I just thought I saw someone, please sit down and wait for the others to come in”.

Finally it was lunch break I tiredly walked to the staff room where I saw Ellie sitting next to the window and slumped my way across the room to sit next to her. “hey Ellie, how your day bine so far”, “ it was alright, unless you are trying to teach Shakespeare to a bunch of 15 year olds” she said half laughing.

“so I've bine thinking”, she began making me look at her curiously look at her, “how do y feel abut having some fun this weekend” I didn't say anything just gave her a annoyed look, “oh come on Ilene it'll be fun I promise, besides...” she lowered her voice and looked me right in the eye, “how long has it bine since you got any”, “Ellieee” I half yelled at her, “wwhhaaatt” she said laughing at m cherry red face. “Ilene come on you haven't done anything fun since Peter, loo I promise itll be fun and you now we don't have to even talk to any guys it can just be us too...and David ”, I sad nothing, “Ilene you know David doesn't technically count as a guy you know he gay”. ”fine” I said whilst watching her face light up.

~ time skip ~

As I dismissed my final students for the day and started to make my way up to Ellies classroom I suddenly got this strange feeling I was being watched, this feeling similar to his morning crept up my back making my spin crawl as I walked along the long corridors, finally I made my way into Ellies classroom, she must have notice the anxiety on my face because she immediately asked me what was wrong, I told her I was fine and we walked back to her car, “do you still wanna go to the strode house to see if Laurie there” she asked “ yeah, lets go see if she there”, I said franticly still feeling this strange feeling.

once we got to the house there were still swarms of policemen scoping the area, we got out and began walked t the house but we were stopped by a policeman, “sorry no more reporters” he said sharply “oh no were not reporters, we were just wondering if Laurie was still here and if she is can w see her please”, Ellie asked hopefully “sorry ladies, but miss strode bine taken to the hospital poor lass” the policeman said “you ladies should probably get home, you must have read the news, crazy bastards still loose you should make sure your keeping safe”, as Ellie continued to talk to the officer I walked off back to the car to wait for Ellie there, suddenly the feeling came back but lot stronger, I spun my head around to scope the area but all I could see was police men and a few neighbours talking to them abut that night.

ugh, I thought, pull yourself together Ilene your being ridiculous, you don't even live in this area there's no way your being stalked. after about five minutes Ellie came back to the car and took me home just before I got out the car she grab my arm “Ilene are you sure your okay” she asked with worried tone “ El honestly I'm fine I'm just really tired”, she let go of my arm an we said goodbye as I started to unlock my door this dumb feeling came back again, I fumbled with my keys and finally unlocked my door slamming it shut and locking quickly a wash of relief came over my body as I went upstairs to get a shower.

after I had showered I walked into my bedroom I caught myself in the mirror and stood there for a moment as I studied my body, I had always bine small I think I around 5,0ft 5,3ft in the heels I wore for work I had a body type sort of like a triangle I guess I had most of my weight on my hips and bum, pear shape is what Ellie always told me considering I had small shoulders and smaller breast .my thought were interrupted by a loud crash coming from my kitchen, I quickly threw on a oversized shirt and a pair of baggy pj pants and grabbed the only thing that I cold uses as a weapon, my straightener, and as quietly as I could I made my way to my kitchen.

I noticed footprints that definitely weren’t mine, they were much bigger than my feet and the footprints were dirty, my anxiety was high and the fear of who was in my house terrified me. as I as only a steps away from my kitchen I stay there for a few moments before swinging around in the kitchen ready to put a fight...but there was on one there.

suddenly I felt a pair of big hands grab my waist firmly and fight or flight kicked In and I swung around waking the stranger In the face with my straighteners, the man flew back slamming himself into the wall behind him, I stood there panicking on what to do...when suddenly he just fainted and I thought damn how hard did I hit the guy considering I’m the legit height of a child. I dropped my straightener and ran to go get the phone to call the police, but...something was compelling me to check him out in a sense, I walked slowly to this strange man. it was then when I noticed how tall this man was, he looked strong and stocky but he wore a mask. I kneeled down and slowly tugged of the mask which revealed such a handsome face even despite the filth it was covered in, he had sandy blonde hair that brushed past his shoulders and such strong feature that together made him so attractive, as much I didn't want to admit it,he look...sexy.

I don't really know what compelled me not to call the police but for a odd reason I wanted to help him. Then I notice the reason real why he had fainted, on the right side of his body he had a large gash, bleeding heavily. I remembered the newspaper article, he had bine shot, I ran back into my kitchen grabbing towels and the first aid kit in my kitchen, luckily I had been trained to clear this up, before I became a teacher I wanted to be a doctor but i dropped out because it wasn't what i really wanted to do.

I started to clean the wound and a relief strangely came over me when realised the bullet only grazed him and didn't go into him, after a while I had clean the wound out as well as disinfecting it I couldn't bandage it with him lying on the floor, I had to move him but the only problem was I tiny he's not so these are definitely problems for me.

after I dragged him to my sofa and force him to sit up and started to wrap a bandage around his torso to cover the wound, I couldn't help myself I couldn't stop blushing, he was very well built I wouldn't say he was ripped but there were definitely sign of muscle, he look like one of those statues you'd see in a museum. I cursed myself for finding this criminal sexy, for the love of god Ilene what are you doing, i thought as I finished bandaging him up.

I went up stairs to grab some cloth's for him because I cant have him sleeping in a dirty jumpsuit all night, I still had some cloths from when my ex-boyfriend used to live with me but honestly I wasn't sure if Peters cloths would even fit Michael definitely the shirts wouldn't. I pick out some pj pant in hope that they would fit him, I remember Peter always complaining they where too baggy on him.

luckily they fit him, even though I was blushing like teenager through out changing his cloths. for some reason hiding a killer in my home and letting him sleep in my living room and giving him clothing seem completely fine and dandy as I tiredly dragged my body to bed thanking it was Friday and I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

Thankyou so much for reading my first chapter and hope you are okay with me ignoring pretty much all the other Halloween films

I’ll most likely be writing another chapter pretty soon so if anyone does read this thankyou and I’ll have the next one out as soon as I can x

#michael myers #halloween1978 #laurie strode #fanfic #slasher fanfiction #my ocs #except john carpenters

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Her Surprise Chapter 3

Summary: Your best friend takes you to a Vancouver Convention for your Birthday, how will you react to some fans who truly don’t know what it means to true SPN Family. Will you stay? Or will you close down?

A/N: Hey all, here is chapter three, hope you like it. it’s full of angst, also some good news on this. I decided to make this into a fic series, so there will be more than the original five chapters I had intended. Thank you to Gaynor, @secretlyfurrydragon Ya’ll I cant mention enough how much she has helped me on my writing, she’s an amazing writer herself so please go check out her blog on @secretimpala67 and her AO3 account, i’ll get the link soon. She’s awesome, sweet, and very patient with me. So thank You Gaynor for your help. My stories are not to be posted on any other website without my full consent, gifs i use are not mine they are the editors who made them. Also please no hate on Danneel, I love her to bits and I can’t wait to see her on SPN. Ok lets read. Also I am kind of nervous about this chapter, I’m going by what I experienced at a convention before, so part of the readers troubles are of mine as well. *I’m kind of nervous about this one but let me know what you think. love ya’ll

Pairing; Jensen Ackles and Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt reader! losing confidence, overweight reader, some fans not being nice. Language, (i’m sorry i cuss)

Her Surprise. Chapter 3

Catch up Here.

Reader’s POV

After we left Starbucks, I was grinning from ear to ear. I still can’t believe we ran into Jensen and Jared, I mean how fucking cool is that? In all honesty, truth be told, I was overly excited, that I even had a skip in my step as I walked. Haven’t done that since I was a kid, it was awesome. Meeting them was unexpected and a once in a lifetime opportunity right there. I barely heard Ari tell me to calm down. Quit acting like a kid. I mean fuck what did she want me to do? Not get excited at all? Um I don't think that's an option for me right now.

One, I’m hyped up on sugar and marshmallows, and two, I just met Jensen fucking Ackles. So how am I supposed to calm down after that? Nope no way, not gonna happen, I can literally die happy now. Besides, she was fawning all over Jared, so what’s the big deal? I can’t help how hyped up I get when I’ve had too much sugar, she knows this so I don't really understand what's the problem is with her.

I know some fans get lucky enough at some conventions who get to see them out in the normal world. But me, this just doesn’t happen. I'm never usually that lucky to have anything good or even amazing happen to me. I’m still reeling it in, trying to remember their cologne, their conversation, hell everything. The way Jensen smiled, and laughed as his nose crinkled in that adorable way. Yep he’s fucking adorable all right.

“What’s wrong Ari? You’re acting like you're upset at something. Was it something I did?” I asked her as we walked into the hotel lobby.

“No it wasn't you and I’m not upset Y/N,” she paused a bit and when she does that, I know she's hiding something from me. “It’s just so overwhelming. I can’t believe we just met Jared and Jensen, total dream come true for sure.” She pushed the button for the elevator, then turned her back to lean against the wall as we waited for it. She wouldn't even look at me.

I studied her body language, I gotten used to her over the years I've know her and could read her like a book, “I know, me to.” I played along with her game, “It was totally awesome, this weekend is going to be the best. But If there was anything wrong, you’d tell me right?” The elevator ding and the doors open, we got on and she pushed the button to our floor.

She smiled at me reassuringly, “Y/N, I’m ok honestly. Do you want to order in, or go out before we register for our tickets?’

“We have to register?” I asked her as we got off the elevator.

“Yeah, it’s from 8:00 to 9:00 pm for Gold members, I figured we can go eat first, then register and get our passes, then come back to our room and strategize our plans for tomorrow.” She opened the door to our hotel room, threw her purse on the desk by the door, grabbed a bottled water from the fridge we had bought previously, then went to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, sounds goods to me. I'll just go shower and change.” I took my scarf and jacket off then laid them on the bed before gathering comfortable clothes for a shower. I poked my head out of the bathroom for a moment and watched Aeryn a bit longer and saw that something was bothering her, the way she sat slumped on the couch looking down at her phone. I decided not to push it because when she gets this way, she will close down on me if I keep at it. I'll talk to her when the time is right and see what's going on then, but for now shower.

Ari’s POV

Meeting Jared and Jensen was purely awesome to say the least, it was magical and unexpected. The way they talked to us, paid attention to us, and even spared a few minutes telling us whatever was on there minds. It was definitely a dream come true for the both of us. I’m not upset at Y/N and I know she senses something is wrong, to tell you the truth there is something wrong and I don’t want her to know what I heard or saw. I’m pissed as hell about it and ready to knock someone’s teeth out. It’s all over twitter which I’m thankful Y/N doesn’t have, she had told me time and time again it was just something to waste time on. She’s right of course, but I have it and now I see things on there that she doesn’t and I don't really want to see either. I mean I thought we are supposed to be family, not judge others just because of their weight. Family, true family don’t do that. I know once she see’s it, it’ll break her. I know what it's going to do to her.

Apparently, someone at Starbucks recorded our little dance we do every time we hear Carry On My Wayward Son, posted it on twitter and made nasty comments about Y/N. She’s a good person, sweetheart of a friend, and to me a sister I never had. I only asked her to stop acting like a kid because of what I saw, I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire I mean they already had an advantage on her, why make it worse? I didn’t want her to think it was anything else, so i just changed my attitude. I can’t believe how cruel people can be, yeah Y/N’s a little overweight but she eats healthy and has done everything she can to lose the weight. That part no one sees but me. I know the struggles she faces everyday, some times to the point where she breaks down at night and cries herself to sleep. When she’s feeling she can’t handle it anymore, she’ll refuses to eat anything for a few days when she is so down that it hurts me as well as her to see her like that.

Her life has been a horror show growing up, because of her abusive father which is her story to tell. That’s why I wanted to give her a weekend full of fun memories instead of the crap people give her every day, not only here but she gets it at work to. Patients complain about her attitude and the way she looks. She’s the most caring person in the world and our boss knows this, however some people can be such dicks. But for her to even get crap here when no one knows her, it upsets me and makes me angry they could talk about her like that. Especially when all I want to do is give her a birthday she’ll never forget. I know when she finds out it will hurt her and cause her to feel depressed and I know I will have to support as I always try to do as I try to help her through it all.

That’s why I got to do my damnedest to make sure she has an amazing experience. Seeing Jensen and the cast do their panels and singing and most of all have fun. Hopefully, if things work out great like I think they will, she will have the best birthday ever. I may hide some things from her sometimes so she doesn't get hurt, but this time I think it’s going to work out where she will have the best convention experience ever as I have a few surprises up my sleeve this weekend.

Readers POV

After my shower, I changed into some jeans and my supernatural t-shirt Ari bought me that said, Run fast like Dean Winchester saw you crash the Impala. Course, I’d never do that to Baby. I love her just as much as Dean does I think. Well if that’s even possible, but Ari got me the shirt saying it would be awesome. Why not? Right? I giggle at myself in the full length mirror thinking what Dean would say if he saw this shirt, can you imagine his face. I put on a fresh coat of makeup and touched up my hair a bit, then added some perfume. I only use a certain kind, since I’m allergic to most of them as I get a terrible headache. Anyway, I walk out of my room to see Ari waiting for me as she had fallen asleep on the couch clutching her phone to her chest, now I know something is up.

I gently tap her on the shoulder, “Ari, I’m ready,” she jumps kicking the back of the couch and dropping her phone. Which she immediately picks up, almost nervously like she done something wrong, or knows something I don’t.

“Are you ok?” I asked her with caution.

“Um, yeah, I’m good. Just fell asleep watching something while I waited for you, did you have to take a cold shower after your Jensen run in?” She nudged my elbow as we walked to the door.

“Ha, funny Ari. No I didn’t, but it didn’t stop me thinking of him,” I walked out towards the elevator with a huge grin on my face.

“Well, hopefully we will see him again at SNS tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, that would be amazing.”

We walk into the elevator as it makes its way to the ground floor. We get off and head to the restaurant close by. It’s nice and smelt so good when we walked in the front door. Oh my god, my mouth watered as we walked by some people on our way to our table. The food here it looks very tempting, but I have to stick to my diet. Just because I’m on vacation, doesn’t mean the body is. As you can tell, I’m very cautious of my weight. I have tried several diets in the past, none worked. I wonder if there is a miracle pill that will help me lose at least 40 more pounds, one can dream. I envy Ari, she’s at the perfect weight. Beautiful, sweet, and amazing person. She can eat anything in the world and not gain a pound.

We get to our table, our waiter asked us what we want to drink. She orders a Coke and I am so tempted to get a Dr.Pepper, but I’ll stick to water. “So, what’s on the at the convention tomorrow? Who's going to be first?” I took a sip.

“Hmm, Gil McKinney and Alaina Huffman’s Q & A is first, they come on stage at 12 to 12:45 pm after Rich, Rob and Louden Swain does their opening ceremony.” She heard her cell phone notifications go off, what surprised me was she ignored it.

“You’re not going to answer your notifications or even look at it?” I looked at her curiously.

She jabbed a french fry in a pool of ketchup. “No, it’s nothing important. So, what are you going to buy at the vendor's room tomorrow?” She continued to eat the fries as she changed the subject.

For her to ignore a notification like that, something is up. But I’m going to ignore this as I know she will tell me in time what’s bothering her. “I don’t know, I need some more shirts for sure. Maybe some Jensen items, I was also hoping to decorate the house all in Supernatural. What do you think?” I took a bite of my chicken salad.

She raised her head, “Oh that would be awesome, I think we can make that work.”

We finished our dinner and she insisted on paying, telling me that this is my birthday dinner. We do this every year, when it’s hers I pay so no arguing there. We get back to the hotel and the lines were already starting to form and we decided to join them. Since we had a few minutes, we made ourselves comfortable on the floor just like everyone else did. We have this app on our phones that lets us watch tv anywhere. Which was pretty cool, especially with Supernatural being on tonight. So,I,took out my phone and opened it up, then we sat back to watch it. I so love that we get the luxury of watching it anywhere we wish too.

Finally, and lucky for us, Supernatural was over which was a damn good episode. I cried literally, I hate when Dean gets hurt or even the tiniest scratch on him. Breaks my heart and I tear up, Ari thinks it's funny but I call that true love and a devoted fan of Dean Winchester. What can I say? He’s fucking awesome.

Eventually, we finally get to the head of the line, Ari shows the man the printout of the tickets we are suppose to register for. He then typed our names into the computer so we could get our badges and wristbands at the next table. It didn’t really take long to go through the registration process, I thought it was cool how they scan your PDF tickets with a cellphone. It’s amazing what technology can do these days. When we finished with the registration stuff, we went outside to take a walk near the jetty. Ari looked up at the sky as if she was deep in thought.

I was watching her face as I wanted to ask but she spoke first, “hey look at that Y/N?” She pointed upwards.

It was a falling star and I closed my eyes quickly to make a wish. Course mine is the same as always, to have Jensen fall in love with me. I shrugged my shoulders with a small smile on my lips. I know that’s a crazy idea, there is no fucking way in hell Jensen would fall in love with an overweight girl like me. But oh if he did, he would be taken care of and never feel empty of anything. Just then my stomach growled and I looked at Ari with a laugh.

She looked at me, “I take it that salad didn’t last long huh?” She asked me.

“Yeah maybe I should’ve gotten something more filling.” as it growled again.

“Ok, how about we compromise. We go get a veggie burger before we go upstairs, and then we’ll play trivial pursuit Supernatural style?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed as we walk to the burger joint that we passed earlier.

We entered the burger joint and the smell was incredible it smelt like bacon and onions. Can we cue an entrance for Dean Winchester right about now? I laughed at my own thoughts as we were lead to our table. The atmosphere was nice, lights turned down a bit to give a soft glow. Classic rock music played in the background and I was enjoying maybe a little too much when the waitress came over to us.

‘Hi, I’m Maggie, what can I get you?” she had her pen and pad ready.

Ari took the lead before I could open my mouth, “we will both have a veggie burger, she will have a dr. pepper and I will have a coke please.” She looked at me like uh huh I got you this time kind of look.

She smiled then left to turn our orders in. “Ari, you know I am on a diet and don’t need to be drinking any soda right now.”

“You're also on vacation Y/N, you can enjoy it, it’s your birthday weekend.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine, just one won’t hurt.”

A couple of tables down behind us, some girls were there. I couldn’t really see what they were doing or giggling so hard about, but Ari saw and I thought she was going to go tear some heads off. Our order came thankfully at the right time, the more I watched Ari the more I could tell she was pissed off at something. I turned my head to face them and they just waved as if nothing was wrong. But once I turned my back, the giggling started again.

Ari stood up from her chair and threw the napkin she had in her hand roughly on the table. “That’s it,” she starts to go over to them, but I grabbed her wrist and told her to sit down. “What?” She asked with a harsh tone.

“Leave it, whatever there issues is with us, it can wait. I’m here to have a great weekend, spend time with my best friend and explore Vancouver with her. Not in some jail cell because she punched someone, so chill out.” I can’t believe I was that hard on her, but at that moment I didn’t care. I don’t care about what other people do, I only care about having fun.

Ari’s POV

The waitress came to refill our drinks and Y/N told her no, that one was enough. Water will do for now, she agreed and filled her glass then left us be. Once I took a bite of my burger, my eyes looked over at the girls who were whispering something. I knew it was about Y/N, every fiber in my being wanted to go over there and punch them. But I’m going to be good, I won't stoop to their level and let them win. That’s one thing I learned about bullies, is that they want you to fight back and lose so they know your weaknesses for next time.

I squinted my eyes at them telling them that I’m going to kick their asses if they didn’t stop, then one of them whispered something to the other as she shows her something on her phone. The laughing ensued and I can tell Y/N was wondering what was going on, but I also knew it was time to tell her. But how and when is the question at the moment. I bit my bottom lip so hard at the thought of what I had to do, which shouldn’t have happen to begin with. People just don’t understand that overweight people like Y/N are beautiful and sweet on the inside and out. I mean honestly she’s really not overweight, her height takes up most of it. It just irks me that people think they can hurt someone they don’t even know.

I look over at Y/N, “Y/N are you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, just thinking about our day tomorrow. It’s going to be so much fun, I literally can’t wait.” Right at that time, her face lit up. All the crap that happened before was completely forgotten about, thankfully.

“It's going to be the best day ever, I’m going to make sure you have the best birthday weekend.”

“Hey you deserve to have a great weekend to Ari, you work just as hard as I do so you need to have fun to. Don’t concentrate on me too much that you don’t have fun to ok?”

See, there she goes. Always thinking of others before herself, this is what those bitches don’t see. “Yes but I wanted you to know how much I love you Y/N and that your the best sister a girl could ever have.”

“ Hey, you are my sister too. We stick together and support each other like we always do.”

“Let’s say we go to our room, play a couple of games then head to bed. It’s going to be a very long day tomorrow. And from what I hear from other con goers, it’s a long day of doing lots of different things and being on our feet.”

The girls were still giggling and one cleared her throat as if she was about to say something but changed her mind, I gave her a death glare she changed her attitude real quick. But gave me a smirk instead I wanted to slap it off her pretty over makeup face of hers.

Reader’s POV

We finished our burgers, course Ari paid again. I told her plenty of times not to do that, but do you think she listens to me? Nope she doesn't. I am not sure what’s going on with those girls and why they are so hell bent on laughing at us, but I’m determined to find out. Once I do, I will get what information they have and it will be fixed. Somehow.

Walking towards the door, I turned to look at them one last time. I saw them still laughing so hard, at what I dunno. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw one of them videoing us as we walked out. Nah it must be my mind playing tricks on me. Why would they want to video us we are not that important. I shrugged it off as we walked back to the hotel. Ari’s phone ping again with a notification, as usual she ignored it as we headed for the elevator up to our room.

“You know, I need to know what’s going on with you. You know I’ll find out sooner or later. So might as well tell me.” I stood there with my hands on my hips looking at her.

I heard her sigh, “Fine.” She opened her cellphone and showed me what people were laughing about. “I wanted to hide it from you, because you don’t need this.’

I felt my blood begin to boil as my body got hot, I then started to pace in the living room area of the hotel. I was hot, no I was pissed. Now I know why those girls were laughing, how can people be so cruel? I sighed, maybe I shouldn’t be here. Maybe they are right, I don’t hold a spot in Jensen’s life and he wouldn’t want me holding on his arms like the so called fat person I am. I look at Ari, “I’m going to bed, then tomorrow I am going to have the best time in my life. Come Monday we go home, end of story.”

She gets up to hug me, then I go to my room and she goes to hers. I cuddle with my pillow after I changed into my PJ’s, tears fall down my cheeks. From this day forward, I won’t do that stupid dance in front of anyone anymore. I’ll stick to my diet plan, and I’ll be happy when I see Jensen on Sunday. But that’s as far as it goes, for now. I reached over to my phone, pulled up my flight plan home, hit the cancel button to refund my money back to my card. I’ll talk to the hotel people and see if I can change my stay as well. No sense in staying in a place longer when you're not welcomed. I’ll just have to pretend to Ari all weekend that I’m ok, it’ll will work it has before she's didn't know how much pain I was in. Night Jensen I said to myself as I fell asleep dreaming of my meeting with him earlier. His beautiful face danced behind my eyes as he smiles at me. I couldn’t help but fall asleep smiling.

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An Intro to G and this blog

Imagine it with me. Waking up in the morning. A loving husband lying next to you, pulling you closer, cherishing the rare moment of silence. The calming rush of the sea as your boat sails alone. Laughing to yourself because you never would've thought in a million years that life would be this good. Sounds nice doesn't it? Pretty sure it's one of those fairy tale endings that every girl hopes for but knows they won't get because of unrealistic standards set by today's entertainment. Believe me I know. I'm just like you in that boat. Left wondering why rather than when. Feeling slightly self-conscious anytime anyone looks at you. My favorite part is when a guy will tell you "it's ok I think you look amazing" as if his words suddenly have the power to completely wash away that one voice that you can never shake- your own. Again, been there. Now back to reality. I know. How could I be so cruel. Would it help if I said sorry? Probably not because in this century it’s thrown around so damn much it’s basically lost all meaning. Oh, how about “I love you”? No? Alright, fine. Clearly, I’m not perfect. Stubborn? Check. Hard -headed? Check. Slightly narcissistic, while simultaneously being self-conscious? Hell yes. But who isn’t in this day and age of female empowerment. Sure my instagram is filled with selfies of when I feel most confident, but news flash, it took less than a second to do. Meanwhile, men all throughout history spent who knows how much time sitting in one position waiting for some poor soul sit for days, maybe even months, to get one photo painted. Anywho, back to what this blog is about. So, I’ve never actually written a blog before boy do I have some horror stories and some rom-coms. The best description of my life would be one of those early 00′s movies with the teenage girl whose life gets flipped after her parents get divorced and she’s crushing on the star of the soccer team, minus the fact that the world is a much better place without my parents together, and high school consisted of about .02% of romance. Yeah, kind of hate myself for it, but at the same time not. Sorry, getting side-tracked. Basically I want to be your best friend. Giving advice that may or may not fail so I say “but that’s just me” when it fails, or even just talking when you need someone. I know it’s a hard-knock life as a little red head once told me. But there will definitely be horror stories for my not-so currently existent love life at the moment. So why not start with one of the first guys? I was probably a freshman in high school and we met through my best friend, who he had previously dated. Fore-warning that happens a lot to me, not homewrecking, just happen to come up a little late. back to the story. He bought me food, which ladies we all know that’s the way to our hearts. I don’t know what they were thinking when they said “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” because it works for us too. He asked my best friend for my number and that’s how it started. Together maybe three or four months, cant really remember. Seemed like a perfect gentle man, held the door, made me walk on the inside, gave me his jacket when it was cold. Now, I was raised by a single mom, so I know how to take care of myself, but still seemed like the perfect guy. If only I had known. We didn’t go to the same school, but turns out he had a friend who went to mine, and also rode my bus. This guy was a dick. I’ve always been self-conscious of my body because I’m a little on the heavier side. Guy called me fat, tried to deny it, even though I heard it, and then when I told the guy I was with, he called me a llar. In essence ladies and gents, even if they are your partners friend, your partner should never call you a liar. There is a difference between coming between a guy and his friends, and defending yourself when needed. Now don’t be the girlfriend who comes up with all kinds of things as to what his friends did to you, but he also shouldn’t blatantly call you a liar.

Always Fierce

#romance #nonexistent love life #blog #first post #i might keep this #believe in yourself #stand your ground #always fierce

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somelovefrommetoyou · 5 years

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Ryan from Boston. Aspiring to go to med school 21 believes you’re 18

Stranger:hi

Stranger:how ar you

You:I'm doing okay you?

Stranger:lol i thought you were going to leave you gave that look

Stranger:haha not bad i just cant sleep that's all

You:that sucks

Stranger:whats the green bow for?

You:oh to show solidarity for mental health

Stranger:ohh thats cool i like that

Stranger:haha dont look so disinterested in me

Stranger::p

You:sorry can't help it just my resting face lol

Stranger:gosh im not that ugly :p

Stranger:hahah its okay im getting used to it :)

Stranger:lol you look so comfy in bed im jealous how are you still up

You:it's not even 10:00 in my time zone

Stranger:haha oh you're from cali

Stranger::p

Stranger:i was going to guess that

You:yup you?

Stranger:boston

Stranger:all the hot asian girls are from cali it sucks :p

You:i mean you're not wrong

Stranger:haha oh confident are we :)

You:i never said i was in that group but yeah ABGs everywhere

Stranger:we cant all look that good with a tank top half on :p

You:lol very funny but thanks

Stranger:lolol ill stop with the comments before you get annoyed :p

You:so how old are you?

Stranger:haha guess

Stranger:its so hard to tell for you

You:19-23

Stranger:i wanna say like 19?

You:i'm newly 18

Stranger:wooo

Stranger:legal

Stranger:im not cradle robbing

Stranger:haha

Stranger:im 21

You:nice

You:so you're in college?

Stranger:haha how is 18 feeling? i hope you had a good birthday

You:eh okay first day of finals so i can complain a little

Stranger:yeahhhh just got done break but i dont have class until tomorrow afternoon

Stranger:haha you can complain as much as you want :p

You:that sounds nice damn

Stranger:lol shouldn't you be studying though

You:i mean college apps are in an i already got in on ED so ...

Stranger:haha oh please look at you lounging in bed looking hot af thats what sounds nice :)

You:true it is nice i don't get to do this a lot nowadays lol

Stranger:haha hey im not complaining about the view :p

Stranger:lol but congrats :) where are you going

You:uhh Stanford believe it or not

Stranger:haha i can believe it

Stranger:you dont look enthused

Stranger:so brains and looks...do we have a future doctor on our hands :p

You:yeah don't really want to go to college lol

Stranger:hahha oh i see...parents making you?

You:yeah

Stranger:you shouldn't have gotten into stanford

Stranger:that would have made it easier for them

Stranger::p

You:i mean it's Stanford so how can you say no

Stranger:sabotaged your apps or something

Stranger:hahha yeah

Stranger:you'll enjoy it

You:honestly yeah should've applied for the UCs and stuck with it

Stranger:i get it's tough as an 18 year old to know exactly what you want

Stranger:what did you have in mind if you didn't have to go

You:yeah tattoo artistry actually i wanted to get an apprenticeship to get started on that

Stranger:haha id let you tat me up i want two right now

You:lmao i don't think you should

Stranger:ill be your first patient

Stranger::p

Stranger:lol dont give up on that

You:i've actually tattoo people before ha

Stranger:do you think its just a stage in your life or is it what your passionate about

Stranger:you're

You:it's definitely a passion

Stranger:haha well keep at it you can still go to school and pursue that :)

You:not particularly what my parents dreamt of but hey what can you do

Stranger:haha you seem stressed im glad you're getting some relaxing time

Stranger::p

You:thanks so I mean what about you how's the whole college thing going for you?

Stranger:if only i could stop checking you out :p

You:haha

Stranger:haha its going im going to be applying to med school so dont judge :p

Stranger:lolol you're like stop flirting with me please

You:med school damn

Stranger:haha you're so judging....you're like steretypical asian kid over here in boston :p

You:yeah that's what i was planning for a while but i just can't do school for that long

You:i mean it's med school like that's huge

Stranger:ahhah tattoo your way through med school

Stranger::p

Stranger:side hustle

You:yeah i mean hopefully

Stranger:keep your tongue in your mouth please :)

You:i'll try

Stranger:it's a tease even though you're not doing it on purpose :p

Stranger:do it again i dare you :p

You:you know what you're going into med school for or nah?

You:wait what's your major?

Stranger:i want ot be a sports medicine surgeon :)

Stranger:bio haha

Stranger:love your deflecting skills btw

You:yeah makes sense

Stranger:hahah im making you uncomfortable im sorry

Stranger::p

You:not really just i don't know how to respond lol

Stranger:haha i feel like you're a low key flirt

Stranger:but still a bit innocent :p

You:i mean not purposefully no never

Stranger:haha sure

Stranger:there was no sarcasm in that comment

Stranger:now you're just doing it on purpose :p

You:i mean maybe you'll never know ;)

Stranger:hahah stop it

Stranger:dont get me going :p

Stranger:now your finger is almost in your mouth too...you're good :p

You:nope just how i act day to day

You:it's 1 am you should probably get to bed

Stranger:again im not complaining haha

Stranger:ohhh is that my cue to leave

You:not if you don't want to

Stranger:you really think i want to leave a hot girl who is accidentally licking her lips, is funny, sassy, and is kind of a rebel

Stranger:kind of a no brainer :)

Stranger:i cant tell if you're enjoying this or not

You:i don't know what to say to that lol

You:i mean the company is nice

Stranger:haha hopefully you're enjoying the view as well

You:i mean i'm not complaining

Stranger:and i can see you getting uncomfortable :p

Stranger:it's kind of funny

Stranger:and then you lip your lips when you get nervous

Stranger:or just to frustrate me even more :p

You:maybe you're just easy to get riled up?

Stranger:hahah that could be it too but im behaving gosh :p

You:that's true which is very pleasant on this site

Stranger:hahah im a gentleman for the most part

Stranger:except for analyzing every suggestive move you make by accidnet or not :p

You:i mean that's a human thing to do

You:most of the time at least

Stranger:i figured if you didnt like the commentary you would have left by now :p

You:probably yes

Stranger:haha howd i get so lucky

Stranger::p

You:i mean that's your opinion

You:but hey i don't judge

Stranger:it's a popular opinion

Stranger:haha oh please you're so judging how mcuh im hitting on you :)

You:surprisingly not

You:and yes definitely on that part

Stranger:haha i think you're enjoying it

You:i mean for the most part people are extremely intimidated in real life

Stranger:i wouldn't be that intimidated if i was there right now

You:i'm 5 9' and agressive i mean you don't get into stanford for being nice

Stranger:i guess you're saying i only have the courage to say these things because im across the country through a computer screen

Stranger:im 6' 4" haha ill be fine :)

You:wait wtf actually

Stranger:yeah haha what

You:ngl it's almost a joke at this point since it's so rare but ideally my partner would be 6'4 so when ever someone mentions it it's just very surprising

Stranger:ahah the omegle soulmate

Stranger:on a thursday night

Stranger:what a find

Stranger:ahah you like died when i told you how tall i was

Stranger:your shirt almost fell off from that :p

Stranger:take it easy over there :p

You:i mean that's like what <13% of the people?

Stranger:hahah im not a statistician but im pretty tall

Stranger::p

Stranger:in multiple areas if that counts for anything :p

You:i was right 13.59% yeah

Stranger:gald you moved right over my last comment :p

You:it would be disappointing if things were disproportionate

Stranger:hmm true haha licking your lips at the thought of that

Stranger::p

Stranger:it's okay deep breaths

You:haha very funnt

You:*funny

Stranger:haha im partially right

Stranger:its okay

Stranger::)

Stranger:im waiting for you to completely lick around your whole mouth :p

You:you're really going to have to get lucky for that

Stranger:haha im pretty convincing :p

You:true true

Stranger:hahha you're so hard to read

Stranger:i love it though

You:glad you do

Stranger:almost as much as you'd like seeing how proportionate i am

Stranger::)

You:i mean i'm not asking but

Stranger:dont lie you're curious :p

You:well curiosity killed the cat

Stranger:haah you're like is he going to be bad

Stranger:or remain a good boy

Stranger::p

You:hopefully the latter

Stranger:i think you'd like a little of both but i dont push limits

Stranger::p

Stranger:just talk about it

You:that's always good

You:tease

Stranger:haha

Stranger:oh please

Stranger:you've been teasing me all night

Stranger::p

You:oh sweetie it hasn't even been an hour

Stranger:i know hmmm i could tease you back

Stranger:but id need the okay first :p

You:sure i don't mind

Stranger:lick your lips if you want the tip :p

You:but also it's 1:30 over there so are you even thinking straight

Stranger:haha im in a good state of mind

Stranger::p

Stranger:i didnt see did you lick them :p

Stranger:hmmm all the way around or not allowed :p

Stranger:haha you sure you want it :p

You:i'm sure it's nothing i can't handle

Stranger:hmmm

Stranger:okay

Stranger::p

Stranger:should i keep going

Stranger::

You:i feel like i should stop you

Stranger:full lick lip if you want more :p

You:my lips are sealed babe

Stranger:haahh

Stranger:fair enough

Stranger:i thought you might want a second look

Stranger::p

Stranger:your eyes said you did

You:maybe i did but, hey you can't always get what you want

Stranger:hmm you can

Stranger:but i dont want to push it if you dont want it :

You:i'm not feeling up to it but from the glimpse i'm sure it was would be more than enough if i was there

Stranger:haha i dont want to even know what would happen if you were here

Stranger::p

You:it's a damn shame

Stranger:lol oh btw is this a one time convo or do i get to see you again

Stranger:i could show you once exactly what you'd be working with :p

You:it's whatever you want it to be

Stranger:do you have snap or skype

Stranger::p

You:i have a snap

Stranger:hmm question is do you want to give it to me

Stranger::p

You:well, jss7461

Stranger:haha okay ill add you later

You:okay then

Stranger:lol now im riled up haha and you denied me from going further so unfair

Stranger::p

You:life's unfair you're just gonna have to roll with it

Stranger:hahah

Stranger:you love that you're doing this

Stranger:dont you :p

Stranger:lol i see the pure joy on your face :p

You:i mean come on where's the fun in that

You:denial is always fun to play with

Stranger:it is

Stranger:so is you with your shirt falling off more and more

Stranger::p

Stranger:lmao

You:yes it is very much so

Stranger:i actually do have to go to bed soon though

Stranger:which sucks

You:it is almost 2am over there

Stranger:yeah im going to add you and then go

Stranger:we'll see if you add me back tomorrow morning

Stranger::p

You:okay then

Stranger:im typically an optimist

Stranger:but im not sure with you

Stranger::p

Stranger:Jeya?

You:that's me

Stranger:hah

Stranger:okay i added the right girl

Stranger:good night

You:night sleep well

Stranger:thank you for putting up with my antics

Stranger:im ryan btw

Stranger:good luck on your finals btw

You:nice to meet you ryan

Stranger:although you probably dont even need to study stanford

Stranger::)

You:and thanks

Stranger:lol seriously dont give up on the tattoo dream

Stranger:i think that would be sick

You:i won't

Stranger:you can figure out how to twist it in your favor

Stranger:be innovative

You:i mean show up stanford with a half sleeve would be both very intimidating and very cool

You:hopefully i do

Stranger:lol will you actually be fully dressed when you sned me a selfie tomorrow

Stranger::p

You:of course of course

Stranger:or willl you still be in bed haha lounging in next to nothing

Stranger:oh so you're going to add me back

Stranger:or still havent decided?

You:i'll add you back and fully expect a picture around 9 am your time

Stranger:hahah

Stranger:oh i have to snap first

Stranger:?

Stranger:lol

Stranger:we'll see if you added me back by 9 AM my time

You:nope i'll surprise you don't sweat it

Stranger:time is ticking

You:i've got to repay you somehow for putting up with all the teasing

Stranger:hahahah

Stranger:oh god now you're making me wonder

Stranger:its prob going to be a ridiculous selfie with a weird filter

Stranger::p

Stranger:anyways ill have to wait and see

You:oh no i just don't do that

Stranger:night hahah

Stranger:looking forward to tomorrow

Stranger:hopefully you got my add

You:night sleep well and me too

You:i will

You:bye

You have disconnected.

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