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War is Over - FFD Short Drabbles (-2)

This marks the start of the short stories I'm gonna be doing for Falling From Dawn! It'll be smaller stories based on each page, and I'm going to try to post these when I'm lacking in motivation to make pages. Every story will be under a read more for the sake of not accidentally making posts that take forever to scroll past.

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CW; Wound mentions. Word Count; 141

Mikey breathed a shaky sigh of relief as he closed the portal, stopping Krang Prime from escaping the Prison Dimension. He looked down, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as she saw the odd, pixel-like wounds on her hands and arms, before looking up again at the sound of Donnie’s voice. 

“Mikey, come here.”

Mikey shook a bit as he glanced over his shoulder, worry and fear in her teary eyes. “...Is Leo...” He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“Not dead yet, Angelo...”

Mikey froze at the sound of Leo’s shaky, damaged voice, but couldn’t stop the weak smile that came onto his face, stumbling over to Raph and Donnie’s side. They were all wounded, Leo’s wounds being the worst out of any, but they were all alive. And that’s what mattered to him the most.

“...Good.”

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Surprise ~ Jughead Jones

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Notes - Okay so this is the fic I promised you guys at Christmas. Yes I know it took forever and I’m so sorry but I’m so so so glad it’s out now you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy it please let me know if you do! Thank you to @lathyrusodorxtus to helping me write Bret and help me make him a douche, ily lee.

Warnings - Slight sweating.

Word count - 3k.

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Her fingertips lightly brushed over the checkered blue and white quilt cover that covered his bed as she sat waiting for him to arrive. Whilst she had been in the space that her boyfriend essentially lived in before, it still was new to her. His side of the room wasn’t messy, as she had expected from her boyfriend, who had created quite a mess in Archie’s bedroom when he had been staying with his best friend. He had some stacks of different books on his desk that she could only guess were reading materials for his class, and some different drafts piled beside them, though it was all neat. She couldn’t say the side for his roommate's side of the room, which was littered with different scrunched up balls of paper and even some clothes on his nightstand and the floor.

Jughead had been at the school for only a few weeks, though she hadn’t seen him since he had moved in. He had been busy with his studies and she had been occupied with other things back in Riverdale, and they just hadn’t had time to see each other. Though after multiple calls from Jughead explaining how he felt like an outsider there, and multiple times she had almost cried because she missed him; it was enough to buy a train ticket to meet him at his school.

Stonewall Prep had a sort of atmosphere to it that she didn’t like. It was cold, for a start. The corridors and halls were all freezing cold, unlike the warmth that came from most of the buildings in Riverdale, and the only warmth she did have was in Jughead's dorm after she had turned on the small heater in the corner of his dormitory. Though the people there were making it worse. She had walked past a few of his classmates on her way into the private school, and they seemed to all have the same cold stare that made her a little uneasy. Jughead had told her that his classmates weren’t the nicest of people, and she could see why very clearly.

Though anything negative had been cleared from her mind as soon as she heard the doorknob turning and the creak of the old wooden door as it was pushed open, revealing the person who she’d been missing terribly for weeks. It was like she was walking through a desert and he was her oasis; he was so beautiful. His signature beanie was sat atop of his head as usual, light raven curls peeking out from underneath the grey wool which caused her to smile. The red tie that was a part of his uniform was loosened and his top button was undone, his collarbones barely peeking out from the white fabric. And the sleeves of his blazer were rolled up slightly, exposing his olive-toned forearms. In usual Jughead fashion, he walked into the bedroom juggling two books, his laptop case, and a cup of coffee; which she could see was still hot by the steam rising from the mug. She smiled softly when seeing he was using the mug that she had gotten him for the previous Christmas that they had shared together. It had been a dumb joke present that had a literary pun that read “Why are writers always cold? Because they’re surrounded by drafts.” And whilst Jughead had groaned about how bad of a pun it was, he’d taken it to Stonewall with him anyways.

It only took a second for him to spot her. She was practically beaming as she watched his gaze drift upwards from the floor to land on her, and if it were possible her smile widened at the sight of his blue eyes lighting up and a smile quickly taking over his expression.

“Hey,” He breathed out through the grin, quickly emptying his arms of his belongings to a free spot on the nearest unit as she stood up from his bed. “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to come and surprise you.” She beamed and crossed the small space of the dormitory that was between them, before she giggled as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her so tightly that her feet lifted off of the floor slightly as he’d lifted her up.

Her arms locked tightly around his shoulders as he did around her waist, and she melted into his touch with a warm smile and a sigh of content. It had been weeks without his touch, his warmth; and she had never known such torture as not being able to be held by her beloved. Through all of the sleepless nights and the tears she shed over not being able to be with him, in that moment she felt it was all worth it by being able to see him then. She pressed her face into the material of his blazer and inhaled deeply, relaxing more in his arms as the familiar smell of old books and coffee beans washed over her senses. She used to hate the smell of coffee, when she’d started dating him she complained all the time, though now she couldn’t get enough of it, because coffee smelt like him.

“I missed you so much.” Jughead murmured into her hair, his arms subtly tightening around her frame as he spoke.

“I missed you too.” She whispered as she smiled softly. “Sorry I didn’t come down any sooner. I wanted to but I’ve just been so caught up with everything. And I know you have too.”

“No, don’t apologise darling.” Jughead flattened his palm against her back and gently rubbed it through the soft material of her jumper. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him when she felt him move back slightly, and couldn’t help but smile brightly when she met his eyes and the smile that he was wearing too. It had been too long since she’d seen that smile in person. Video calling each other was fine, but it was never enough. It could never make up for not being able to see the real thing.

His hand moved from her back and her smile softened a little when his palm cupped the side of her face and tilted it up slightly, before he leaned down and met her lips with his in a soft kiss.

When was the last time she had kissed him? She couldn’t even picture it, though she knew for a fact that whatever she had remembered kissing him like was nothing compared to the real thing. Butterflies rose up in her stomach as she melted into his touch, her hands resting on his chest as he pulled her closer by a hand on her lower back. She hadn’t felt so warm and euphoric since the last time she had seen him; and in that moment she couldn’t imagine anything better than kissing Jughead Jones.

Though before either of them could pull away from the kiss, the noise of the door creaking open behind them filled the room, before a quiet chuckle followed. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”

Jughead looked visibly annoyed as he pulled away and sighed as he turned to face the person at the door, reaching for her hand in the process. She turned to look at who was standing at the door and smiled politely, not recognising who was there. He was taller than Jughead, though only by a little, wearing the same uniform though his was a little more presentable; his tie on properly and his sleeves not rolled up. In his hand he carried a laptop bag that looked a little like the one Jughead had, though it was a lighter brown in colour instead. Was this the roommate Jughead was constantly complaining about?

“Nope.” Jughead answered him a little stiffly, and upon looking up at him she could see his jaw was clenched, in - what she guessed was - annoyance. This was definitely his roommate.

“Good, I’d hate to intrude.” The guy at the door chuckled quietly again, before he shifted his gaze from Jughead and onto her with a lift of his eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.” He mused, and she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy under his gaze. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.” Jughead answered for her, and as he spoke he let go of her hand to move an arm around her waist instead. It wasn’t often that Jughead got jealous or protective, though she could definitely tell when he did. Her hand lifted to lightly rub his arm, and once he had glanced down at her she shook her head slightly, as if to tell him it wasn’t worth getting mad over.

“Y/N huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The guy smirked slightly, and this time she didn’t mind at all once Jughead had tightened his arm around her slightly. “Bret Weston Wallis, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, doll, what’re you doing with someone like him?” Bret eyed Jughead for a moment before his gaze locked with hers once more. “Charity work?”

A frown quickly formed over her features when she felt Jughead stiffen at her side, and she glared at Bret as the frown quickly turned into a scowl. She knew more than anybody else that Jughead was insecure of his past. He had asked her a few times about why she chose him, of all other people. Why choose the kid from the broken home instead of the put-together kid from a happy one? And although she knew Jughead understood her feelings completely, after almost three years together, she could tell comments like that still hurt him. And truthfully they hurt her too.

“Because I love him, you dick.” She shot back, though he just chuckled at her again which got on her nerves even more. It was like he was mocking her

“Easy there, I’m just letting a beautiful girl like yourself know your options. You don’t know what you’re missing out on until you experience it, sweetheart.” He winked at her and she scowled.

She could tell Jughead was itching to say something by the way he kept his jaw clenched and his hands in fists, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. Though she simply rubbed his arm to let him know it was okay as she stood up a little straighter in front of Bret. It definitely wasn’t the first time Y/N had gotten into an argument with someone taller and stronger than her; back in her sophomore year she had gotten into constant arguments with people like Reggie Mantle for picking on Jughead among others, so it wasn’t new for her. She wasn’t someone who enjoyed conflict, though she would never stand for someone being nasty. Especially not towards herself or her boyfriend.

“Trust me, I’m not missing out on anything. I’ve experienced it.” She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, only growing more aggravated when Bret had simply laughed and looked back up at Jughead instead with an irritating smirk.

“She’s feisty. I like that.”

Bret’s words had her face twisting in disgust as she glared at him, feeling Jughead fully tense at her side before he let go of her to step forwards and lightly push him towards the door. “Okay, Bret, go and find Donna or someone.” Jughead spoke stiffly, clearly trying to keep his anger in check as he opened the door and nudged Bret to walk out of the room.

“Okay okay, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I can see you want to be alone,” He rolled his eyes and went to leave the room, though at the last moment turned back to face Y/N as he leaned against the doorframe. “You know where to find me if you're ever looking for an,” He paused as he turned to look at Jughead, very clearly giving him a once-over, before his eyes returned back to Y/N. “...upgrade.”

Her expression twisted into an angry scowl and she opened her mouth to say something, though before she could Jughead slammed the door in his face, still clearly tense.

“Your roommate is an asshole.” She frowned as she moved back over to him, sighing as she moved her arms around his waist to hug him. Y/N couldn’t imagine how much worse Bret might be when she wasn’t around, and the thought made her frown. Jughead stayed at Stonewall Prep five days a week, and for the majority of his time that was what he had to deal with? It just wasn’t fair.

“I know,” Jughead sighed as he moved his arms back around her, dropping a kiss to her hair before he rested his head on top of her’s, swaying them slightly as he gently held onto her. “I don’t like him on an average day, but I definitely don’t like him talking to you like that.” Jughead huffed and his hold on her tightened subtly.

“I’m sure he won’t bother us again, and if he does I’ll punch him.” She joked and giggled quietly, smiling once Jughead had pulled back enough to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I’ve got no doubt about it. You’re extremely threatening, all four feet of you.” He cracked an entertained grin as she gasped in mock offence, lightly smacking his chest.

“Hey! I’m way taller than four feet, you’re so mean. I’m not even short.”

“Oh yeah?” Jughead challenged and raised his eyebrows a little, smirking slightly. “Kiss me then.”

Y/N scowled playfully as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him as challenged, though without him helping her by leaning down slightly she could only just about reach to press her lips against the underside of his jaw.

“You got it, short stack?” Jughead teased.

She just huffed and moved her hands to the side of his neck to pull him down so she could kiss him properly, causing him to chuckle quietly against her lips as his hands found her waist, holding her against himself as he walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed, causing her to sit down.

“I’m not short.” She playfully glared at him, though her expression changed to a more fond smile when his hands tilted her head up slightly to look up at him.

“Mhm, I’m sure you’re not.” He responded teasingly before he just leaned down to kiss her again as she knocked his beanie off of his head to thread her fingers through his soft hair to pull him closer to her.

Just over an hour later she sighed as she felt his fingers gently moving through her hair, brushing any loose strands from her face. They were laying across his bed with the sheets just about up to their hips so they didn’t overheat underneath the extra material. All she was wearing was his white button-up that he had been in earlier as she rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers tracing invisible shapes and lines across his bare chest as he held her against himself.

“I’m sorry we don’t see each other more often.” Jughead spoke softly into her hair.

Y/N glanced up at him and shook her head as she smiled softly. “You don’t need to apologise, baby,” She said softly, her hand moving to his side again so she could run her thumb lightly over his ribs. “I’d rather you stay here and take this amazing opportunity with your writing then stay somewhere that won’t help you at all,” Y/N leaned up to gently kiss his jaw. “Your roommate might be a dick and so might your classmates, but it’s not like they’ll kill you.”

“Don’t jinx it.” Jughead mumbled jokingly and she giggled quietly as she felt him press a kiss to her forehead softly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me there the whole time? I worry about you, y’know.” He sighed.

She couldn’t help but smile softly as he moved his hand from her hair to gently rest it along her jawline instead, the pad of his thumb running along her cheek. Of course she missed him whilst he was away, but Stonewall Prep was important. It was a chance for him to enhance his already amazing writing skills and take his talent even further than what he had. She couldn’t get in the way of that. They would have all the time in the world when he was finished, but for now it was important he kept at what he was doing.

“I’ll be fine, Jug,” She said softly. “This is important for you, and if I do ever need you I’ll call you.”

“You promise?” Jughead raised his eyebrows a little.

“I promise.”

He sighed though accepted her answer nonetheless, a soft smile painting over his lips as he leaned down to press his lips against hers softly for a long moment before he pulled back to look at her.

“I’m going to miss that beautiful face, though.” He smiled fondly, his thumb circling her now pink cheek.

“And I’ll miss yours.” Y/N giggled, kissing him again for a long moment before she pulled away to lean her head against his shoulder again.

“I love you so much.” Jughead said softly, his fingers combing through her hair again as she relaxed into him a bit more.

“I love you, too,” She smiled and turned her head to gently kiss his jaw again before she nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, enjoying the peaceful moment with her boyfriend in his arms.

[x0401x]

Jeweler Richard Cobalt Short Story

The Checkered Half of Edward Baxter’s Life

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He met him for the first time when attending a boarding school in Switzerland.

He had no plans for homecoming even as summer vacation came about. It was better to stay in Switzerland as things were noisy at home, his father had told him on the phone, and he was not a fourteen-year-old innocent enough not to catch onto the meaning of “I’ll have to look after you if you come back and this would reduce the time I have for my research” that lay underneath.

There was no helping it, so he secluded himself in the library. However, the library was full of children like him, with no place to return to. He gradually started feeling depressed.

Switzerland, which Queen Elizabeth also loved, had many picturesque tourist attractions. There was no lack of places to have a fun time from dawn to dusk and a pipe organ concert was being held at a church in town, which was quite close to the school, so he imprudently thought that it would be safe even at night.

Since he had an unnecessarily exemplary daily conduct, it was easy to earn permission for exiting the campus. The question of where he was going was disregarded, and it was hard for him when a nuance drifted about, saying that he should go play around a little, if anything. He already knew by then that he was most likely a child who did not specialize much at behaving like a child.

The summer city was brimming with sightseers. Made of brown bricks, the cityscape that looked like those from fairy tales was decorated everywhere with pink and white potted flowers. The city seemed to have many watersides, with restaurants lined up by the river shores, a big black dog that was probably someone’s pet dragging its leash around and waggling, looking like it wanted him to play with it. Just when he thought of playing a little, its owner apparently called for it from afar, so the dog turned its body around and rushed away.

The city was fun at night. Being able to get the feeling that he was with someone even without being accompanied was just what he needed.

He only realized that he was lost long after he had started losing his way. He was certain there was a church in that area where a concert was taking place, but while roaming around, what came into his field of vision was nothing but apartment complexes, garbage dumps and tunnels with no signs of life. He had apparently entered a residential area where the public order was not too good, but did not know how to get out. As he decided to just go back the way he had come from, there were people standing behind him once he turned on his heels.

“Yo.”

He was able to tell right away that they were around seventeen to eighteen years old because the boys were wearing parkas and baseball caps. With such looks that one would not see so often in a waterside of bustling terrace cafés, they spoke while chewing gums. Just as an earl would sometimes do, he pretended not to have heard them.

“Shortie, what’cha doin’ out here? Where yer papa and mama?”

“They not around? You alone?”

“Then don’tcha have a wallet with ya?”

“You’re as pretty as a doll, huh. Can’t talk?”

“Young Master, could you please spare us a blessing?”

Cold sweat beaded on his back as he wondered what would happen if he refused. He had begun having boxing lessons, but the classes were strictly separated by age and body weight, so he could not think of it as training for fighting opponents who were clearly older than him.

Just when unpleasant memories started whirling in his head as he pondered what he should do, what he had to do, what he was supposed to do to cut his way through a time like this all by himself, someone most certainly grabbed his arm from the side.

“Hey, Edward! Edward, isn’t that you?”

For a second, he did not know who the owner of that familiar voice was.

Brownish blond hair and light blue eyes, a knit vest and black slacks. Shiny leather shoes and an armor-like smile.

“Je... Jay!”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s me, Jay. I’m happy you remembered.”

The one who went around the boy from behind and hugged him from the shoulder was his cousin, Jeffrey, who was two years older than him. Even as the boy stared at him with eyes that asked why he was in a place like this and how he had gotten here, Jeffrey maintained the same-old theatrical face that he pulled off so well and hid behind his back the one who had the status of a younger brother to him.

“What’re you doing in this place? You’ll be late for the meeting if you don’t hurry. Won’t your uncle be mad if you make him wait any longer? He’s a really scary person.”

“I-I’m sorry. I will be going right away.”

“That’s it, so bye!”

Tightly hugging the shoulder of the one that he was supposed to protect, Jeffrey left the scene. Perhaps due to him handling the matter with such a lighthearted and loud voice, there were no signs of the two chasing after them.

“That was terrifying.”

“We’re leaving this place.”

“All right.”

Jeffrey walked in long strides from the semi-darkness where a fishy smell drifted about to the main street lined with the glow of light poles. The boy walked keeping his body close to Jeffrey’s, as it did not seem like the latter intended to let go of the shoulder that he was firmly holding onto otherwise.

“Honestly, good thing I was around.”

“How...?”

“‘How’, you ask? I’m your super hero, so isn’t it obvious that I’d rush to you when you’re in trouble?”

“Not that; what is the truth?”

“I meant it as the truth, though... Kidding. It was just a coincidence. If I’m not wrong, today’s the day that summer vacation started for you, right? My school was a bit faster to give us leisure time, so I planned to ambush you and make a surprise. But when I visited your school, they said you’d gone out all by yourself, so I was the surprised one,” the older cousin said cheerfully.

He was a man with a big heart, the kind that constantly changed his voice tone and facial expression as he spoke, who was always smiling and accepted first-thing the evaluation that he was charismatic yet shady. Moreover, he continuously took his little brother, who had been born to free-spirited parents and was younger than him, under his feathers. For the boy, his existence was much more than that of an older brother.

At the words “I’m the only one here”, the boy realized that he was relieved. The earl and the even older cousin from whom he would have to conceal this were not there.

“You okay?”

“Yes, but the earl and Brother Henry are not here.”

“Father was in Cannes, I guess. Henry is following him to make appearances. Looks like it’s a busy season for the high society.”

“How awful.”

“I wonder if they’re getting caught up with playing around. Aah, but Henry is a serious guy. Piano practice might be more fun to him than a casino.”

“I think I understand how he feels.”

“That’s right. Let’s go to Cannes with him someday too. Let’s live it up in a casino or something.”

“If I become penniless from buying too many books by then, what will we do?”

“Leave it to me. I might be like this, but I’m hoping to enter the financial business. I’ll lend you as much money as you want. With damn high interest.”

“You little—”

They shoved each other around as if to hug one another, and by the time they had all but arrived at the main street, filled as it was with human presence, the boy finally released a sigh. That was dreadful. He was not very used to being threatened. At school, he had already grown somewhat used to having his appearance mocked or people using the words “I’ll throw the trash away for you” as an excuse to touch his body, and had come up with countermeasures to some extent, but troubles outside the school were always beyond hypothesis.

As he gave an abrupt shudder upon recalling being sandwiched from front and back by two older boys, something landed on top of his head with a tap. It was Jeffrey’s hand.

Patting his golden-haired head in light rolls with the palm of his hand, the boy who was two years older grinned at him. “Well, first things first, you should start with not getting lost.”

“You were watching me?”

“I wasn’t. I ran around here and there because of that. It had me out of breath, but I was a prize-worthy elite actor for not letting it show, huh? I want a trophy.”

“Then how did you know I was lost?”

“You’re not the kind of kid who’d go to a place like that on purpose, Ricky.”

At that moment, the boy had the sudden realization that his cousin was a child merely two years above him, and so he was supposed to be protected, not to be protecting someone else. Fearing kidnappings, everyone in the earl’s estate had an enormous amount of money on insurance payouts. The fact that he would rather be someone who had next to no worries in going outside of school than have the presence of the bodyguards who would be tagging along with him in normal circumstances made the boy shiver again.

“Hum... Jeff, is everything all right for you? My apologies for that. Your guards—”

“You’re still on about that? Y’know, you could just leave it as ‘that was terrifying’. I lost my guards. I mean, it’s no fun with them. I think I’ll get a call from Father lecturing me again, but isn’t it kinda disturbing to have two old men in suits clinging to my back even when I go see my dear little brother’s face?”

He had probably taken that measure due to foreseeing that the bodyguards would scary his cousin, the boy realized. Before he sank into an apologetic sea once more, Jeffrey found a random shop at the side of the road and took a seat in the quiet interior. He ordered two lemonades. As he was striking a lighthearted talk about how they were perfect for Switzerland in the summer...

“Hum.”

“What?”

“Who was that Edward from just now?”

“Uh? Aah, no one. I let it out of my mouth without much thought.”

Jeffrey did not say, “It’s because they might memorize your name if I were so stupidly honest to call you Richard”. His consideration from not wanting to say it and expressly scare his cousin, as well as his carefreeness of not deeming it necessary to be said, were comfortable for the boy.

Edward, Edward, he repeated in his heart the unfamiliar name, and after drinking just a little bit of the lemonade, the boy whispered intermittently, “It’d be good if you had a name like that too.”

“Uh?”

As he said, “Like Edward”, Jeffrey laughed.

“Isn’t that ‘Jay’?”

“That was just because I didn’t manage to say ‘Jeffrey’...”

“Hmm,” Jeffrey interjected with an indifferent attitude, sucking onto the straw of his lemonade.

Aah, it’s the face of someone who’s planning something fun, the boy noted, and as he laughed a little, his older cousin showed a smile three times happier than that.

“Then give me one.”

“Uh?”

“You can give me a name like that too. Let’s make them secret names between us.”

“For Brother Henry too?”

“Keep it a secret from Henry.”

The smile of his cousin, who laughed without any maliciousness, was as sweet as nectar. The boy displayed a facial expression of sincere reassurance, then began turning over the name dictionary inside his head with “not this, not that either”. No matter what, his favorite names either were related to individuals from classic literature or leaned towards Japanese people, but none of them suited Jeffrey’s face.

The boy made up his mind about the fact that a basic name would be best and raised his head, peeking at his cousin’s eyes. “James.”

“‘James’?”

“James.”

“Huhu, roger that, Edward. I’m James, yeah? Aah, what’s my family name? Anything but ‘Bones’, ‘kay? I don’t like martini that much.”

“Jeff, you already drink?”

“We’re talking about James now and Jeff has nothing to do with it.”

While he jokingly raised the lemonade’s straw, spinning it in twirls like a magic wand, the boy observed him as if looking at a gemstone that emanated a dazzling shine. He was a wonderful person who could do anything and who showed concern for the boy – more than that, the boy considered him someone special and could not come home to anyone else in the world, no matter where he searched. He was a treasure that the boy most definitely could not exchange for anything, not even if an ancient king came up to him with an elephant loaded to the brim with pearls, rubies and emeralds on its back, and whenever the boy was in bad health, he would always think that, if they were ever pulled apart to places where they could never see each other again, he would cry profusely.

He was the one who promptly contacted the boy whenever anything happened in general, driving away the latter’s nightmares, so the honor of granting a name to someone like that gradual and silently filled the boy’s heart, turned into a word and overflowed, “Ya’aburnee.”

“Hm?”

As Jeffrey had apparently not heard it well, the boy repeated the word for him, “Ya’aburnee. The word is cut between the ‘ya’ and the ‘aburnee’. The accent is on the first vowel.”

“‘Ya’aburnee’, huh? It’s pretty yet has a mysterious ring to it.”

“It is Arabic.”

“Learned a new word again, huh, you damn prodigy?”

“I am no prodigy.”

“I meant an ‘effort prodigy’. ‘Cause you’re a hardworker. Okay, my secret name is James Ya’aburnee. Edward, what about you?”

“Uh?”

“What’s Edward’s family name?”

Taken aback, the boy hung his head after a moment of indecision, looking depressed. When Jeffrey asked what happened, the boy timidly raised his face. “Hum... The two are real brothers, so they have the same family name.”

As he said so with a voice that sounded like it was fading, Jeffrey’s eyes widened just slightly, and after nodding with a “hun-hun”, he grinned. That smile of Jeffrey’s was even now said to be difficult for his parents to distinguish whether it was fake or not, but the boy was able to tell the difference. If a dimple appeared on his left cheek, it was not a fake smile. Jeffrey himself had told him that.

There was a dimple on his elder cousin’s left cheek.

“Heeh~! That so?”

“It is so.”

“Then James and Edward are really just like us.”

“Uh?”

“I mean, we’re real brothers, right? That’s how I think.”

As Jeffrey ill-manneredly drank the remaining part of his lemonade in slurps, the clerk made a disgusted face at him. The headline on the magazine that she had in hands read, “How to Date Rich Men”, and so the boy felt like saying something rude to her, such as, “I think the person you just glared at is probably richer than the ones in that magazine”. It felt like he could do anything that the boy usually was unable to. He was cheerful, bright and warm at heart.

As he sat quietly without saying anything, Jeffrey smiled subtly and gently rested his hand on the boy’s golden-haired head. “Wanna go back to school? Or not?”

“I want to be together for a bit longer.”

“Okay. Then let’s do that.”

Holding hands with his “little brother” of two years bellow him, Jeffrey escorted him to a hotel near his dormitory, converting into a parent and calling the boy’s school to request permission for him to spend the night out, and after checking into one of those cheap inns that was would be crammed with skiers in the winter, the two immersed themselves in conversation on their bed the all night long.

Jeffrey talked about their homes and families. About his friends. About financing, which he was studying. About drama theory. About how he felt like throwing up from agony when preparing for an assignment where he completely slipped into the role of a prime minister who had only managed to rescue 150 civilians alive out of 300 that had been taken hostage by terrorists. About how he cracked up when he was told, “Everyone will stop trusting you” after he showed off too much the chameleon acting that he had mastered in drama class.

Jeffrey’s talks were not tiring – all topics were interesting, adding gemstones of lustrous gleam to the boy’s heart one after another. In return, the boy talked about the satisfying life he led in at the Swiss lodging house. About the bright sunlight, the climate that was warmer than England’s, the ever-white snowy peaks overlooked in the distance, the lively teachers who were like sportsmen. About how he not have many friends, but believed that it was due to him not conducting himself like a child, so there was no helping it, and how he would not mind it much if he did not have anyone, as long as he had Jeffrey.

As he was sprawled on the bed while resting his cheek on one hand, Jeffrey tipped Richard’s head back down. “You shouldn’t please me so much. Or else we won’t be able to stay away from each other.”

“What is so bad about that?”

“When you start hating me, I don’t want you to think, ‘I hate him but I can’t let go of him’.”

“I believe something like that will never happen. So that is okay.”

“There you go again saying something that makes me happy... Y’know, Ricky, people have this thing called a ‘rebellious phase’.”

“It seems I do not.”

“Plus, it’s pretty scary afterwards; I read a paper that said reactions also happen.”

“I do not have that, but thanks.”

After rubbing each other’s heads into a mess, they resumed the talk about Edward and James. Where the two of them lived, if their relationship was a favorable one, if they had any other acquaintances and what they usually did to pass the time. Dreams and jokes mixed up with the human drama built up amidst their sleepiness, and so they became yakuza, lived in Japan and fought over whether or not to put wasabi on sushi, but were the good-natured kind of duo that would always make up immediately. They did not endeavor illegal activities and instead were yakuza who respected the old-fashioned thinking of “humanity and justice”, of lending a helping hand to people in trouble, and did not bear tattoos as they were a little scary. Amongst the yakuza, there was a pledge called sworn siblinghood, but since they were blood-related siblings, so there was no need for such a thing.

By the time they had started to doze off, the boy woke up with a start. Jeffrey was not making a drowsy face. His bottomless eyes, which appeared to be looking into somewhere far away, even so maintained their focus immersed on Richard’s face.

“Hey, Ricky, what’s the continuation to that story?”

“Hueh?”

“What happens to Edward and James in the distant future?”

Amidst the sensation that he seemed to be airily drifting towards the world of dreams, the boy tilted his neck. He had no idea why Jeffrey was asking something so obvious. His mouth moved in a natural manner, “They continue getting along forever.”

“I see. Go rest already,” Jeffrey said, getting up from the single-person bed, giving him a pillow and putting a blanket over him, then tucked himself into his own bed and attempted to sleep.

He did try to fall into slumber, but upon noticing his small cousin staring at him with eyes that seemed to be imploring for something, he took his pillow and went back to the boy’s side. Like two hatchlings huddling their feathers onto each other, the two children slept while dreaming about the future.

The next morning, Jeffrey took a still sleepy-looking Richard back to school, scattering an amiable “I’m leaving him in your care” all over the place, shaking people’s hands here and there and returning to his angry-faced bodyguards’ side. Gossip ran about like gale amongst students with time to spare, saying that the second son of an earldom – a brilliant honors student even within a famous public school from England – had apparently come to see a sibling of his who was in this school, which became a rumor in the whole school at one point, but said rumor, like a mirage faintly surfacing over a lake in the summer, was gone before autumn came around.

“Let’s decide on your name.”

“Eh?”

“Calling you ‘Seigi’ would have a bad effect in a situation where there are only enemies. If I call you by a completely different name, there is the possibility that you would not be able to react, so I believe a name somewhat similar to your own is safer.”

“Then, ‘Seigi’, ‘Seigi’, ‘Seigi’... Make it ‘Seiji’.”

“Too close. Some people might mishear it as ‘Seigi’ instead. Think of a surname. I will call you by that.”

Richard had started saying odd things about perhaps having to throw fists at an accessories shop that was disseminating fake turquoises. For me to come up with a fake name. Indeed, revealing our true names even if by accident could be a dangerous situation.

I squeezed up a knowledge that I didn’t have, deep in thought. Something that sounded kind of similar to my real name. Yet was a different name. Hmm.

“‘Nakata’, ‘Nakata’, ‘Nakata’... ‘Yamada’, Yamada? No, ‘Tanaka’ is also... Ah~, I wonder which. Yamada or Tanaka?”

“Then let’s make it Yamada. Yamada Seiji-san. I will be counting on you. I am Edward Baxter.”

“Where’s ‘Richard’ as the base for that?”

“I will be in your care.”

“My pleasu~re.”

Wearing a red open-necked shirt that looked like it could show up in contests for rare clothing articles, I sat on the Jaguar’s passenger seat. However, in terms of outfit eccentricity, I didn’t feel like I could beat the man sitting next to me. White, white, white. It was thoroughly white from top to bottom, the hairstyle pulled all the way back. It was a bit of an underground person look.

“I’m checking just in case, but what kind of setting is this Edward Baxter-sensei from?”

“A messenger from the Great Universe who miraculously predicts fortunes and foresees the fate of gems.”

“Uh. Got it. I’ll do my best not to laugh.”

“Obviously. Laughing at a messenger of the Great Universe is insolence.”

“Hahaa~”

The Jaguar sped up like always. If this car had a voice, it felt like it would frantically cause a stir, asking, “Mister, aren’t you too different from usual?” but the Jaguar was reticent and loyal.

As the vehicle kept running, my nervousness increased a little. I wanted to say something, but Richard’s profile was rock-hard. It would feel awkward if I discussed about tea and snacks that had nothing to do with it here and now. But I wanted to talk. I was able to come up with just one thing when wondering what I should say.

“Is there... a family in the setting of that Baxter-sensei? Or does he not have any, since he’s a messenger of the Great Universe? Sorry. You didn’t think that far, did you?”

When I asked that, Richard briefly made a strange face. Unlike his usual refreshing smile, that expression could only be described as a “suggestive grin”, with a gaze that didn’t appear to be looking at me but at something in the distance.

Then he stated, “He has no relatives whosoever.”

“Roger that.”

And so, the two of us headed to the shop of shady history. Edward Baxter-shi, who claimed to have not a single relative, seemed to be making a just slightly sad-looking face within the glass of the windshield. However, Yamada Seiji courteously pretended that he was not at all seeing the weakness of a messenger of the Great Universe.

He had no idea what Nakata Seigi made of it, though.

[narugen]

i was tagged by falen the sana @yutadori​ to do this tag on the 17th of january so its not that late thank u falen if no one got me they got me

name/nickname: egg is . yes no anyway....... u can all address me by ZoroLiker :)

gender: whatever the fuck luffy from one piece has going on

star sign: capricorn but if u want my whole chart to analyze me ... hmu !

height: 153cm...? 5′0...

time: 11:03pm thats someones birhday 

birthday: not mine tho ^ mine’s 26 december 1226 think of me guys

favorite bands: day6 ? seventeen ? yorushika...... ummmm hm. idk i dont rly follow any other group’s music thta closely aside from them 

favorite solo artists: i. i dont know..... [brain exlplodes] i guess i dont have any oh wait i like deco*27 <3

song stuck in my head: hm. the most recent one i can remember would be famous last words by mcr 

last movie you watched: oh!!!!!! soul . it was good but not the best representation 

last show: one piece..... need schol to end so we can continue watching </3

when did i create this blog: dont even know... wait ok . 8 march 2020 apparently  

what do i post: one pice............ mostly... jjk here n there.. hq.... Basically anime n funny things ! 

last thing googled:  tumblr blog checker 

other blogs: i have like 5000 just look at this page

do i get asks: from falen my beloved but i was checking the asks tag on my old blog n omg i sure was popular 

why i chose my url: z. zoro........ [dies]

following: 216

followers: 119 

average hours of sleep: i dont even know every day its a surprise... if u asked me this like 4 years ago maybe my sleep sched wouldve been a very standard 11pm-6am every weekday 

instruments: my brain is an instrument i play everyday .<3 im bad at it 

dream job: do not ask me this question 

dream trip: good god... where my closest friends are so 1. usa 2. australia (sydney) 3. uk idk where falen n boxy stay specifically So

favorite food: hmm... i just had udon the other day (saturday) so that. udon is so sexy.. i like noodle in general 

nationality: singaporean. I Believe 

favorite song: *racks my brain*.... okay lets go i got it 

neo sky, neo map (love live nijihigh ed) 

my my (svt)

hey buddy (svt, 97z)

last book read: i literally dont even know i havent picked up a book in ages the last thing i read with words n lots of pages was probably a research paper or all the sane zolu fics on ao3 AND ffnet .. brainrot 

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: oh hm….

one piece. one piec......e...... 

pokemon. always pokemon. since i was 10 

and idk hq i guess LOL i dont know just throwing in my comfort shows

tagging: @cupidle @fshigro @pxrtgas @minhyk no pressure to do this! 

[sunarintoes]

Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

WC: 1.2K

Masterlist

The Grand King 

You were wrong. His personality was not at all that wonderful. You cannot tell what you prefer, knowing his real personality and now disliking him or not knowing him and being able to admire from a distance. Sure, first impressions are hard to pull off but he really took bad first impressions to the next level. 

Shōyō was giggling, he loves your enigmatic story times. ‘We wanted to congratulate you and I wanted to get on with the eco car but no! I just had to bump into that guy! That stupid Grand King or whatever. And after I fell he had the audacity to look me in the eye and scoff as if I were causing him problems! Oh and don't get me started on the eye roll he gave me as I got up! It was so over the top and obvious! It was like he tried to piss me off! So I decided to ignore it for the good of humanity and then get this! He looked me up and down and said: maybe if you were cuter this wouldn’t have happened,’ you pause to take a breath, ‘can you believe this Shōyō? Who is this arrogant bastard? He’s horrible!’ 

‘Aw am I really that horrible? Sorry darling, but someone gotta tell you the truth. We aren’t all cut out to be models.’ You whip your head around to be met with none other than the Grand King himself. 

Still boiling with rage you look him up and down before saying ‘Last time I checked this garage was for Karasuno not Aoba whatever.’ 

‘Hmm yeah whatever darling, why are you in here? You’re not a part of Karasuno-‘ before he could finish, Daichi cut him off.

‘Actually, Oikawa, they are. Yn is a part of our mechanic and design team.’

Oikawa looks back at you in surprise, there was no way someone like you could be performing illegal activities, but then again, you cannot judge a book by its cover.

‘Is there a reason you’re here, Oikawa?’

‘Ah my little Tobio! How I've missed beating you at every single race. So, King, how are you? After all, I’m wasting my time to visit you. You don't have to say it, I’m a great upperclassman, I know.’ Kageyama just scowls in response. ‘Hmmm? No response. Too bad. Guess I'll be leaving. Hope you all didn't miss me too much. I sure as hell didn't miss any of you! Toodles.’ And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves. 

You look at Kageyama and see him clenching his fists with a prominent scowl, you hesitantly approach him. ‘Kageyama, are you okay?’

‘Don’t let him get to you, Kageyama! You’re a great driver!’ 

‘Stupid! Hinata, stupid!’ 

You look between the two as they start bickering. ‘Huh? Wait- why are you fighting?’

Sugawara pats your shoulder, ‘it’s how they communicate, let them be.’ You nod although your confusion refuses to settle as you see them start to throw bolts at one another.

‘Are they really-‘

‘Yes they’re really fine.’

✄.

‘Shōyō, it is 2am, what diner would be open at this time?’

‘Huh? Heaps of diners are open Yn! You’ll start realising real soon once you’ve come accustomed to all of this. Besides the whole team is meeting there, probably some other races from different crews. The diner owners know we do racing, they don’t mind.’

‘I’m sorry what? They are people who know you do illegal stuff!’ 

‘Why’re you so surprised Yn? The place was founded by drivers after all. It’s literally called The Garage for a reason.’ You sink into the seat in shock, how big is the world of illegal racing? Shōyō shoots you a pointed look. ‘Are you really that surprised?’ You nod your head, too caught up in your own thoughts to properly string together a response.

✄.

‘Well, here we are! The Garage!’ The exterior looks nice enough, but even so it definitely screams I’m a part of something illegal. If you were looking for something illegal this would definitely be the place to question locals and potential suspects. ‘C’mon Yn, it's not that bad. It’s pretty neat inside!’

Cautiously, you follow Shōyō inside where you are met with surprising decor. You smile at the sight, Shōyō was right, it is not bad - it is much, much better than you ever would have expected. You felt as if you were a part of a retro movie. There is a jukebox off the corner of the small stage at the back. The walls are coated in vinyls, old racing magazines and papers and not to mention the checkered booths that sat around the diner’s perimeter. Though, what really set the mood was not the soft beat of an Elvis Presley song playing in the background, but the smell of freshly baked pizza and garlic bread wafting through the air. Maybe you could get used to this illegal of sorts lifestyle. 

The calls of the Karasuno team pulls you out of your trance. ‘Oi, Hinata, Yn. Over here!’ You look to your left and see Sugawara smiling brightly while waving you over. You cannot help but smile back as Shōyō and yourself make your way over to the assigned table. 

‘Yn, let me introduce you to the team you will be working with to create the eco car,’ says Daichi as he stands up and begins to lead you away from your table, ‘your team is sitting in this booth right here. You’ve already met Asahi and Yachi. I'll let everyone fill you in and then the lot of you can spend the next hour or so getting to know each other and working on a plan.’

You slide in next to Yachi who - compared to when she’s in the pits, is a lot calmer. ‘Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ennoshita Chikara and I work in finance with Sugawara. My duty in this team is to look after the financial aspects of this eco car.’ 

‘Well we’ve met briefly but I’m Asahi and I work in design as an extra. My job is to design the car to make sure not only is it effective in helping the environment but also to make sure it can be used as a race car.’

‘I’m Nishinoya and I’m the mechanic. I'll be doing most of the actual car building and what not. Pleasure to meet ya!’ You lightly smile at Nishinoya’s antics, he somewhat reminded you of Shōyō with all his energy but it was most likely the fact that they were both short. 

‘Nice to meet you away from such a pressuring environment! I’m Yachi but you can just call me Hitoka. I’m one of the managers so I kinda overlook everything. I’m not the most well versed with cars and what not but i should be able to help when it comes to designing and contacts.’ 

You raise your eyebrow at her, ‘contacts did you say?’

‘Yes! This is such a large project I doubt we’d all be able to do it. We have some close contacts in Tokyo who we often host unofficial matches with. All I have to do is send out an invitation and we’ll have some extra hands on deck, hopefully.’

A smile starts etching itself onto your lips and you feel your right leg begin to bounce up and down. You let out a small chuckle before looking up at your team, ‘isn’t this just so exciting?’

Taglist: @cutepet09 @dadchi-oya

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[spacesteffie]

more stuff on my au on the swedes being apart of the academy; im going to tag all my au stuff with #theswedesacademy ,, i would really appreciate if you guys could comment, send any feedback or suggestions on what stufff you wanna see in this au :)

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We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals. (1/5)

part 1 : intro

After the scene of Allison and her paparazzi, the camera cuts to a pretty cosy looking living room. There’s a big leather black couch with a wooden coffee table in front of it. It had a few newspapers in a neat pile and a little potted plant. The walls were painted a nice even layer of gray and there were windows which shown how dark the night sky was. You can see Oscar sitting on the couch, covered by a white and black wool blanket. Beside him is a taller male , Otto, eating vanilla ice cream with a spoon. The pictures behind them on the wall are polariods, hung on by a string that had little lights attached to it. Two cats- one pure white and the other a strong ginger, leapt onto the couch, and snuggled into the space between their owners. The strong light from the quite big television illumanited the room. The two brothers seemed fixated on the show they were watching.

Another figure, Axel, walks into the room, holding a tray with three mugs full of hot chocolate and a few chocolate chip cookies on a plate. A black cat trailed behind him, letting out small meows. Axel placed the tray down onto the coffee table and sat down on the lonely armchair beside the sofa, the cat leaping into his lap.

Oscar and Otto’s attention shifted quicky from the television to the mugs of hot chocolate, noticing how they had little marshmallows. They quickly grabbed a mug each and happily slurped it down, both letting out a satsified sigh. They both looked over to Axel and smiled, moving their attention back to their show.

Their names appear in bold white, “Oscar, Otto and Axel” and their numbers are in front of them- Number 3.1 , 3.5 and 3.9

part two : finding out

After the scene with Diego, a phone had began to ring. Axel, visibely annoyed, stood up again rolled his eyes and walked out the room and into the hallway. Otto had grabbed the remote and started flicking through the channels since the show they were watching was over. He stopped at the news channel and felt his heart and mouth drop. He turned over to his brother, who was looking wide eyed right back at him.

Axel had got his phone and was in the middle of turning around into the room when he answered, “Pogo? Why are y-” His eyes had landed onto the television. The camera angle changes to be behind Axel, his hand holding his phone slowly lowering.

part three : meeting the others.

Otto was outside their room, leaning on the door. He was staring at the room, recounting all the memories of being in there. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a big wool forest-green jumper. He had a pair of black jeans with a nice classy brown belt wrapped around it. The black tie that was on his neck made him feel like he was choking as he moved his hands to loosen it just a tad bit. Oscar was inside the room, rummaging around at all the drawers, finding drawings, old books,heck even an old photo album. He was wearing black turtle neck with a pair of denim jeans, he also had a dark blue winter coat with fur on the brim of it’s hood. Axel was laying on his old small bed, loss in his thoughs. He wore a simple black and white checkered shirt and a pair of grey pants. Neither of them had spoken a word for a few minutes.

Momentartily Otto turned around and peered down the end of the hallway when he heard a conversation echoing from downstairs. “You’re seriously going to do this today? Way to dress for the occassion by the way,” “Atleast i’m wearing black-” Shit. He was not mentally prepared to face his other siblings, oh god, he thought, what do i even say? hey it’s been like oh i don’t know, five years? how are you- no no that’s just awkward oh god Otto think. Axel’s eyebrows raised when he looked over at Otto, “What’s wrong?”

“I think Diego, Allison and Vanya are here.” Axel inhaled sharply and Oscar instantly closed the photo album he was looking through. “Guess we have to, you know, greet to them,” Axel said. Oscar stood up and quickly walked out of the room, surprising his two brothers. “Come on, i wanna say hi to Vanya,”

“You actually wanna see Vanya?”

“Yeah, i mean, of course?” Oscar said, already walking towards the top of the stairs. He stopped suddenely, staring down the stairs. He awkwardly waved his hand, “Hi,” Otto followed behind him, seeing Diego half way up the stairs.

“Oh well if it isn’t the three muskateers,” Diego looked up at Oscar, crossing his arms, sacrasm evident in his voice, “Since when did you guys get here?”

“Thirty minutes ago.”

Axel emerged from behind the two, descending down the stairs towards Diego, “Where the hell did you get that outfit?”

“Why do you want to know?” Diego said defensively, furrowing his eyebrows.

Axel stepped down until he was one step ahead from his brother, “Because,” He took a step down again but moved to the side, “It looks stupid.”

“Yeah,Yeah, nice to see you to Axel,” Diego fistbumped Axel, patted his back and walked towards the other two. He gave them each a fist bump, “Really didn’t think you guys would come,” He quickly moved past them and started to walk away,

“Hey where are you going?” Axel questioned.

“Going to see good ol ‘Number 1’,”

Axel looked over to Otto and then Oscar, seeing them nodding. Axel scoffed, a smile emerged on his face and then he quickly followed after Diego.

The swedish brothers watched as the duo walked down the hallway, presumely towards the room where Luther was in. “Well, there goes our beloved voice of reason,” Oscar sighed, slouching over. Otto sighed in agreement, placing one hand on the banister as he walked down the all so nostaglic staircase.

(1/5)

[alilpunkrock]

Secrets Out (part 3)

A/n: sorry this part took so long! I struggle for a while on how I was going to continue the story line but I think I have it figured out! Enjoy! 🖤🖤

“I want to take you on a real date.” Ryan broke the silence in the bunk. I put Gunner to sleep in my bunk after the show and went to lay in Ryan’s bunk with him.

“I’d like that.” I smiled. He chuckled.

“I guess Ricky isn’t too thrilled about us being together.” Ryan started. I sighed.

“It’s not that, he’s just very protective of me after everything and wants the best for me.” I explained, wrapping my arms tighter around him.

“Um, I was going to ask. I over heard something earlier that you told Ricky. What happened with Gunner’s dad?” I froze. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, sorry.”

“No, no it’s.. fine. Uh, well we dated all through high school and I got pregnant right before graduation. A couple months before Gunner was born, his dad was in an accident and.. he didn’t, uh, survive it.” I somehow got out.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought it was just a bad breakup. I didn’t know you had to go through that.” Ryan said kissing my temple. I felt a tear slip out of my eye.

“I had a hard time coming back from it. I got postpartum depression really bad after I had Gunner. Ricky was there’s for the whole thing.”

“I understand, love. We can take this as slow as you want, as long as your comfortable.” Ryan told me.

“I’m comfortable with you Ry, I meant what I told Ricky. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.” I lifted my head and kissed his lips.

“I’m glad, because me too.”

I slept the most peaceful I have in a long time.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Shhhh, baby, I know you’re not feeling good. You gotta take some medicine for me, please?” I said, trying to calm down the crying 4 year old in my lap.

Gunner and I were the only two on the bus, the rest of the guys were in an interview. I woke up to the sound of Gunner calling for me, realizing I was still in Ryan’s bunk, but alone now. I have been trying to sooth Gunner with some medicine, an ice pack when his fever increased, and cuddles. So far it seemed to be working.

“Mommy, where Ryan?” Gunner asked. I thought he was asleep, he was laying with his head on my lap and hadn’t moved for a while.

“Ry and the guys are in an interview right now, they’ll be back soon baby.” I said petting his sweat damp hair away from his face.

“Can I cuddle him then?” I was taken by surprise by his question.

“Uh, you’ll have to ask him, bud.”

I still wasn’t completely sure how Ryan was feeling about Gunner. I know he wasn’t mad like I thought he would be. But I don’t think Ryan has thought about what it’s really going to be like to be with a girl who has a kid. He’ll fall into that dad role and Ryan has never mentioned anything about even wanting kids. I guess we’ll have figure it out when the end of your comes.

I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch with Gunner because when I opened my eyes it was dark in the bus, the only light on was the tv in the back lounge. I rubbed my eyes and realized Gunner wasn’t on my lap anymore. Sometimes I swear he just disappears. I knew the guys were back on the bus and judging by the time, they already performed their show for the night. The front lounge was quieter than normal, and the sight that I was met with melted my heart. Vinny and Ricky were laid out on the couch on one side of the bus and AJ and Ryan were on the other side. The heartwarming part, Gunner was passed out on Ryan chest, and Ryan looked like he wasn’t too far behind him. He had his hand resting gently on Gunner back securing him. I walked into the front, gaining the attention of Ricky and Vinny.

“Hey sleepy head, how ya doing?” Vinny asked.

“I’m okay, Gunner was sick all day so I was resting with him. How was the show?” I asked.

“Got canceled, so we got a head start for the next show tomorrow.” Ricky explained. I frowned.

“I’m sorry your show got canceled. Have you been on the bus since the interview?” I asked and they both nodded their head.

I looked over at Ryan. His eyes were shut now and I couldn’t help it, walking over and kissing the back of Gunner’s head, and the corner of Ryan’s mouth. He stirred, opening his eyes, a sleepy smile on his face when he realized it was me.

“Heyyyy,” he started to sit up then remembered the sleeping lump on his chest.

“He came out when we got back to the bus and asked to cuddle.” I smiled.

“You look adorable,” I chuckled and kissed him for real. “Cmon let’s put him in my bunk and then go to bed.”

He held onto Gunner as he stood up, laying him gently in my bunk to not wake him up. Ryan and I went to bed. He passed out very quickly and I laid there and looked at him. Maybe he didn’t mind this father figure stuff.

~~~~~~~~~

The next show was in my favorite city, Nashville. I’ve been here so many times and practically know it like my own hometown. Luckily Gunner was feeling better today so I got him ready and we went with the guys to explore the city. Gunner and I walked hand in hand down the street almost completely matching. I got him dressed first, but as soon as he saw I how I was dressed he wanted to change. We both had on black band shirts, mine was a Motionless in White and Gun wore an AC/DC one, black jeans, and Vans; mine where checkered and his were red and white.

Gunner chuckled as Ryan came up on his other side and grabbed his free hand, walking down the street like that. Part of me was nervous for fans to see, it wasn’t common knowledge that Ryan and I were together yet and I wasn’t sure what the reaction would be.

“Ryan?” Gunner spoke up, “are mommy and you together?” He asked.

We were both take aback by the question.

“Uh, yeah bud, we are. Is that okay?” Ryan asked. Gunner looked like he was in deep thought for a moment before nodding his head.

“Yeah, I like you.” Gunner was quickly distracted by something Ricky pointed out and changed the subject.

I looked over at Ryan and smiled.

How did I find someone who excepted me for me and all my baggage? A smart guy would’ve ran, but Ryan is special.

Tag list: @kamariamei @ryansitkowskiswifey

[theladylovingcrow]

New Places, Friendly Faces (Sanny) Pt 1

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: I don't know what inspired me to do this but I'm very very happy with how it's turning out (and I've never written a longer-ish multi chapter story before, so this is interesting!) I would hate for Danny to not know the Kiszkas growing up, but hey I think I made their first meeting pretty damn cute!

Also, just FYI this is set roughly in late January of whatever year, so the twins are supposed to be 20, Ronnie is 18 I think, Danny just turned 18, and Sam is 17 (I think I did all the math right but idk) HOWEVER it wasn't until I finished that I realized I absolutely did not make their appearances congruent with what they would have looked like then.... Sam and Danny look like 2018 ish but the twins also look like their high school selves :( Idk sorry

Also, because Sam is 17, this will not be posted on Rockfic and will be marked as underage, though I'm not planning for it to get dirty

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Danny had been taping his foot for the past fifteen minutes.

He usually didn't do that, it wasn't his nervous tick of non-choice, but Michelle hadn't showed up yet, and it was nearing eight.

Checking his watch, Danny watched the hand tick to 7:58 and then looked up, peering around the restaurant he was in.

Diner, he corrected himself. It was a homey, 1960's American diner, a little more exposed timbers and bear carvings than checkered tiles and jukeboxes, but that's what you got in Michigan. The building was low and sturdy, a log structure with a river rock chimney over the grills in back. Every single wall was decorated with various signed pictures of celebrities that had passed through, local newspaper articles about Gerald and Fern's Homestyle Grill, old handsaws, vintage pop signs, and a million other trinkets and posters chosen by the owners (Gerald and Fern, he assumed, though they'd probably passed on considering how old the place looked to be).

It was a nice restaurant, Danny thought; the atmosphere was welcoming and calm despite the occasional clamor from the kitchen, and the decor was very interesting to look at. Plus, the waitress that had directed him to a window booth and brought him some water was just gorgeous.

'Don't think that! You're on a date, idiot' Danny scolded himself,  shaking his head. Well, he was technically waiting for the date to start, seeing as she hadn't showed up yet. But, he still shouldn't be admiring another girl like that when his wasn't there - that would just make him an asshole.

But maybe Michelle was a little bit of an asshole because she said she'd meet him at 7 o'clock and it was now 8:06- 'Stop. It.' Danny scolded himself again, mentally smacking himself upside the head.

'Didn't your mother ever tell you to assume the best of people?' One voice asked.

'Of course!' Another Danny answered.

'Well, then, she probably got stuck in traffic, or her dog threw up in her car, or she hit a bad pothole, or her mom made her go to the store, or-'

'Okay, I get it! She probably doesn't mean to be so late,' Danny conceded, concluding the conversation he was having with himself. Maybe the waitress was right and he had been sitting there by himself for a little too long.

Of course, being the nice girl she was, the waitress - Ronnie her name was Ronnie - had stopped by periodically whenever she had a minute to chat with him or finally bring him some coffee after he had given in to the craving.

Danny looked down at the small bouquet wilting on the table and sighed. Looked like this date was a bust, just like the few others he'd attempted, and he'd actually been very excited to see her. In fact, it was Michelle who had suggested this Gerald's Grill when he had shyly asked her out in Biology.

He had finally made up his mind to just stop wasting Ronnie's time and go home when a group of boys came trouping in, wet from the snow but in exuberant spirits and, apparently, "In great need of some refreshment, Ronnie dear!"

That made him want to pack up and get out even faster because, honestly, he didn't need any more knowing looks or judgement right now, but the last boy to walk in made him freeze with his coat halfway on.

The kid looked about Danny's age, roughly the same height but a whole lot skinnier. He had on skin tight jeans, scuffed hiking boots, and a red woolen coat. When he turned to talk to Ronnie, Danny could see the Tom Petty hoodie beneath the jacket and some silver necklaces.

'Nice,' he thought, 'seems like a cool guy: good taste in music and fashion.'

Also, 'Fucking gorgeous'.

What made him pause his leaving, though, wasnt the guy's body but his face - his sculpted brows, insanely high cheekbones, pink lips, and long lashes; all framed by the healthiest looking head of hair Danny had ever seen, second only to his own, or possibly one of the guy's he had come in with (the one who yelled for Ronnie) that had rather impressive, long curls styled to look like 70's mutton chops. There was something naggingly familiar about his features, but Danny couldn't place it.

Ronnie rolled her eyes and pointed the group of boys to a large table in the Eastern corner of the diner.

She snagged some menus and followed behind them, though another guy, this one also with long hair (he was having some competition here) grown out Justin Beiber style (okay, maybe not) said; "We don't need those, Ronnie, I'm pretty sure Sammy here has the whole menu memorized by now. Right, Sam-a-lam-a?"

The intruiging boy nodded, starting to recite off what sounded like a very accurate, detailed account of the diner's menu, prices and everything. Danny was surprised at the slight raspy, smokers quality of his voice, but it was pleasant, in a way.

After the fourth item or so, Ronnie stopped "Sammy" with a swat to the shoulder, shaking her heading and muttering "stupid genius" under her breath. He grinned up at her, wiggling his eyebrows and asking for a round of Vernors, pretty please, Ronnie-kins.

Holy shit, they were siblings! That's what had been buzzing at the back of his head for the past couple minutes; those mouths and cheekbones, seductive eyes, that lovely hair. The guy was Ronnie's brother (and no wonder he was so beautiful then).

Squinting, Danny watched the party in the corner. Two of the other guys, 70's hair and Justin Beiber (though he felt bad calling him that since he seemed cool and, hey, he'd  had the same 'do when trying to grow his out) were laughing at something Ronnie said, leaning on each other and behaving the exact same way, down to their blinks.

Twins! Danny could tell because he had two cousins, also twins, that acted exactly like that. Wait, though.... they looked awfully similar to-

More siblings?! Jesus, how many kids did this family have? He hoped the four were all, for the sake of their parents.

He guessed that the twins were a little older, so either "Sammy" or Ronnie had to be the youngest, though they all looked awfully similar in age.

'Seriously, how do their parents handle that?' Especially with the attractive, flirty twins, beautiful daughter, and the super smart supermodel - it had to be several handfuls raising a house like that. Danny suddenly felt a bit more sympathy for his parents, even with just having to deal with him and his little sister.

Ronnie sashayed away, calling over her shoulder for the boys to keep it down. They all hooted and hollered in response, seeing as Danny was the only other patron to bother at the moment.

Danny slowly sat back down, curious as to what interesting conversations he would hear from the group. The twin with curly hair was currently talking to a larger guy on the other side of the table about the "carefully curated sensuality" of Led Zeppelin's Prescence, which alone made him want to stay.

Not to mention, he could continue to observe the hot guy that was immediately fascinating him like few people did. Danny wasn't deluded enough to think it was love at first sight - though it was definitely a fair amount of lust - but there was something about the other boy that made him want to track his every move down to the blinking of his eyes.

"Woah there, creepy much? Chill out, he probably doesn't even like guys anyways," Danny muttered to himself, hoping that his staring wasn't obvious enough to make "Sammy" aware of it. He loved to people watch - and admire, but hated the uncomfortable confrontation of acknowledging that he had been doing so.

Supermodel boy twisted in his chair, looking at one of the many things on the wall - though it made Danny's breath catch because, could he tell? - when he caught Danny's eye. He smiled at Danny, making him smile a little tightly and nod in return.

At that moment, Ronnie came out of the back with a platter of glass pop bottles and a notebook tucked into her apron pocket, using her hip to close the swinging half-door to the area behind the counter. She smiled at Danny as he passed, murmuring a soft "I'll be right back with you," before continuing on to her brothers' table.

Gorgeous boy laughed - a surprisingly obnoxious, though maybe endearing, braying one - and reached out a fine boned hand, plucking a bottle from the tray before she could set it down. He took a long swallow, throat visibly working and eyes half closed, head tipped back. Danny quickly averted his own eyes unless he started drooling onto the tabletop.

Ronnie came over to him after a minute, refilling his coffee and insisting that she get him a piece of pie, on the house. He didn't have the heart to tell her no, not after more than an hour of sitting there pitifully, and especially not now that he knew her gorgeous brothers (or at least one of them, the prettiest, too) knew he was there. It would be incredibly embarrassing for them to know that he was stood up and alone; Danny wanted to give off a good impression, for some reason.

Ronnie walked away again, hips swaying, and disappeared into the back. "Sammy" laughed at the table in the corner and Danny's eyes shot to him, watching how he played with his straw between those two pillowy lips.

He started sweating a little bit, considering who he thought was more attractive (not like either of them would be interested in him, but). Ronnie was curvy and kind and beautiful, but Sam was lean and charismatic and had the most lovely facial structure Danny had ever seen.

'Ugh, bisexual problems', Danny thought. No one else would have know what he was talking about if they were there, though, since he had never mentioned it to his parents nor his few friends.

He wondered, idly - because he really was out of their league and it would never, ever happen - what his family would think if he brought either of them home. Ronnie would be sure to elicit absolute delight from his mother after her admonishment for getting a girlfriend in the first place (despite the fact that he was allowed to do what he wanted now that he was 18, Danny's mom still saw him as her little boy). Ronnie's brother, he wasn't sure; it's not like they were homophobic, but Danny was certain that him bringing home a guy out of nowhere would be quite the shock.

They'd warm up to Sam (he didn't want to call him "Sammy"; it felt too familiar to he polite, though he did like that), he was sure. His parents would be impressed by his intelligence and be charmed by his jokes, and tell Danny that they were glad he had found such a nice boyfriend.

Danny drifted off into a daydream of what it would be like to date Sam, to take him to family holiday meals and go out hiking with him and cuddle up on a late winter afternoon like this one. He rested his head on his hand, letting his eyes go unfocused as he envisioned the imaginary world in which he had an 11/10 boyfriend.

"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

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@satans-helper @okietrish @lazingonsunday @bigthighsandstupidguys @karrotkate @oblvions @lantern-inthenight @mountainofthefleet seriously PLEASE tell me if anyone else wants to be tagged in Sanny and I'll add it to my list because I guessed these peeps last time and got it right but I can't remember if there's anyone else

[justkending]

Knock, Knock. Chapter 31.

Chapter Summary: Things were going a little too nicely if we are being honest.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Surprise Guest, Fluffy times.

Word Count: 2500+

A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this out. I’m struggling with what I want to happen...

Series Masterlist

Part 31:

Yes, today was a busy day indeed. You were having a group of friends over for brunch to meet up before Jensen, and the rest of the cast and crew headed back to work from their hiatus. It was going to be a decent sized party, and there were quite a bit of preparations to be done.

Gen was nice enough to come early to help set up, and was very persistent on teasing you about the supposed ‘glow’ that you were giving off. You kept trying to wave her off, but somehow she managed to bring the conversation back around to it. Eventually, you caved and told her about the late night activities you had with Jensen. Keeping the really juicy details to yourself since you still liked your privacy.

“So you said I love you to each other?” she gushed putting a few pieces of cheese and crackers on a plate.

“Yes. The ‘I love you’s’ have been said.” you chuckled as you pre-made some mimosa for the guest that were coming within 10 minutes. “Hey, I’m going to run upstairs and get changed. Think you can handle any early guest coming? I think Jensen and Jared are still outside ogling over that table they made with the kiddos.”

“Yeah, I got it!” she smiled as she alined things. “You go get all gussied up. I’m sure Jensen can’t wait.” she teased.

“Shut your beautiful face.” you joked back as you headed for the stairs.

Luckily, you had already done your hair that morning, but you were still in your sweats from running around and getting the house ready for the party. Walking into your room, you looked over the two outfits you set out, and decided on the simple blue, off the shoulder, checkered sundress since it was extremely nice outside, and the sun was peeking out of the few clouds that were out.

You walked over to the vanity, and looked at your slightly curled hair seeing the original curls had fell, and figured it was a good day for an updo. So you gingerly placed it in a low messy bun, and pulled a few pieces out to frame your face and give it that worn out look.

You checked yourself over once more, and gave yourself a approving nod.

You walked out your bedroom door, and as soon as you turned the corner you ran into the firm chest of your boyfriend.

“Whoa! Funny running into you here.” He smirked as he grabbed onto your arms to help steady you.

“Dork.” you said playfully shoving him. “What are you doing up here? The crew should be showing up any second.” You said looking over at the stairs ready to pull him with you.

“Robert, Brianna, Kim and their families are here already actually.”

“The life of the party, of course. Guess the party has already started then.” you winked taking a few steps to head downstairs. Those few steps were cut off from Jensen grabbing your wrist and  gently pulling you back to him.

“Wait a second.” he smiled.

“What going on?”

“I came up here for a reason. Come with me.”

“If this is something naughty Ackles, I don’t know how appropriate it is with the amount of people in our home.” you giggled.

“I like that.” he smiled still looking ahead.

“What? Naughty things?” you said quorking an eyebrow and still giggling.

“No, the fact you said ‘our home’. Has a nice ring to it.” he said looking back at you with the panty dropper grin.

You gave him a soft smile liking how it sounded yourself.

“Where are you taking me Jay? Seriously, we have guest.” you whined once you walked into his room.

“Once second you impatient toddler.” he laughed going through his end table. “Here.”

He turned around and in his hand held what looked like a case that held some form of jewelry. It was long and slender with a black velvet finish to it.

“Jens, what-”

“Open it.” he smiled pushing it toward you.

You slowly grabbed the box and looked up at him before opening it. He had a grin on that showed his excitement, and you felt a burst of joy just by seeing that face on him.

“You don’t have to buy me things Jensen. I’m not much of a material girl.” you giggled opening it and gasping at the necklace.

“I know you aren’t, but you are a meaningful girl.” he said looking down at it. “I mean- well you like things that have meaning. So, I figured I would get you something that was meaningful for me when I think of you.” he rambled. You could tell there were nerves behind him explanation. “Do you like it? Did I do good?” he sighed.

You pulled the gold chain out of the box and admired the little sun and moon that were intertwined together in the metal. There was a note that read the meaning behind it.

“Like the sun and moon, you make the world a brighter place. Wear this necklace as a reminder that your spirit, your love, and your light are my everything.”

“Jay… I-I don’t know what to say…” you breathed out holding on the medallion as you looked it over.

“So is that a ‘yes you like it,’ or a ‘what is this? This is stupid.’ look?” Jensen said nervous as he looked at your eyes for a clue.

You looked up with a slight gloss over your eyes, and a giant grin forming on your lips.

“This is beautiful, and so- so..” you laughed at the loss of words. “I love this. This really is something special Jensen.”

“So I did good?”

“You did more than good. Truly, I don’t know what to say.”

He laughed and grabbed your face before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I just found the perfect necklace that defines you in every way, and I had to get it.” he said staring back and forth between your eyes.

“Well, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” you laughed reaching up to give him a quick kiss. “Wanna help me put it on?”

“Absolutely.” he smiled taking it as you turned and moved any stray pieces of hair out of the way.

Once it was on you, he put his hands on your shoulders and gave you a squeeze. He leaned down kissing your bare shoulder and slowly inched his way up to your cheek.

You turned as his beard tickled, and threw your arms around his shoulders.

“It looks even better than I could have ever expected.” he said peppering you with kisses. “Are you sure we don’t have time for the ‘naughty’ stuff?” he pouted.

You laughed before pushing off of him and placing your hands on your hip.

“You were doing so well, and then you had to go and spoil it.”

“Ok, but in my defense, you look like that.” he said motioning to you. “It’s hard to keep my hands to myself.”

“Yeah, yeah Ackles. Well, unfortunately for you, I have a crowd of guest showing up that I have to entertain. You have to help with that you know?” you said turning and sashaying out of the room.

You heard him groan, and then his arms are wrapped around your waist.

“I love you.” he muffled into your shoulder before giving it one more kiss.

You turned in his grip and placed your hand on his chest.

“I love you too.” you smiled before standing on your toes to place a passionate kiss on his lips. “Let’s go. We have people to see, and alcohol to drink.” you shouted quickly racing for the stairwell knowing he wasn’t far behind.

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Everything was going really well so far. Screwdrivers, mimosas, and other brunch like alcohol was being served and giving people just the right amount of bubbliness to keep the conversation going. The guys were outside showing off the table they had built for the boys, and Misha was going on about how he could still do better even though he lost the bet from a while ago. Everyone’s kids were outside enjoying the beautiful day playing tag, or playing with the toys they brought. Things were off to a great start, and everyone was having a great time catching up.

Everyone that was expected was here, so when the doorbell rang, you tilted your head confused as to who you were missing.

“Were you expecting anyone else?” Gen asked looking at the door with you.

“No. You?” She shook her head. “Hmm, maybe someone we thought couldn’t come changed their minds.” you shrugged headed to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

As you walked up to the door, you tried looking through the peephole but couldn’t since a sign you had hung up on the door was covering it.

As you swung it open, you were greeted with a beautiful redhead, and she was hanging on to some blonde hair guys arm.

“Hi, can I help you two?” you asked kindly not recognizing them.

“Hi, my name is Danneel, and there was supposed to be a party here today that we were asked to attend.” she said all cheerie.

Danneel. Oh my God. Jensen’s Ex. Wh-What was she doing here? How did she know there was a gathering? Why the hell was she on your front step giving you this devilish look that looked like it could cause trouble?

“Oh, I-I um-” the words weren’t coming out. You were frozen.

“Oh, sorry. You probably don’t know who I am. Jensen didn’t have maids when I lived here. If you don’t mind we can show ourselves in. I think we can manage.” she gloated as she pushed you aside and waltzed right in with the man still attached to her hip.

“I’m not- I don’t work-”

“Hey, honey Gen said that someone rang the doorbell? I thought everyone was-” Jensen’s voice said carrying in the room but you could hear him freeze at the doorway between the entrance and the living room.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel said in a devilish tone. “It’s good to see you again.”

“D-Danneel. Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered just as shocked as you were.

“I thought you said we were invited D.” the man next to her asked.

“We were.” she smiled at him before turning back to Jensen quickly. “They host this party every year before going back to set. It’s kinda a open invite thing.”

“An open invite to friends, Danneel. Not- not you.” Jensen gritted becoming angrier by the second.

“Hey, Jensen honey. It’s ok-” you said making your way over to him, and wrapping an arm around his stiff bicep before interlacing your fingers together. “Let’s go get a drink ok? I’ll have Gen-”

“Why is the hired help all over you Jay? Trying to get a couple extra bucks by sweet talking the boss?” she sassed turning hostile toward you.

All your head snapped toward her shocked. Even her arm candy that she had looked surprised.

“Excuse me?” you said quietly.

“Danneel!” Jensen shouted loud enough for everyone that was still in the living room to hear.

“What? That is what she is, isn’t she?” she said looking you up and down in disgust.

“Danneel, stop.” the man said.

She shrugged almost as if she were proud of herself.

“This is Y/N. My girlfriend.” Jensen explained pulling you closer to him and squeezing your hand.

Her smugness was immediately wiped off of her face, and replaced with jealousy.

“Your girlfriend? Hmmm. I thought I saw something about you dating in the tabloids, but they faded out so I suspected it was just rumors.” she huffed.

“We’ve been keeping it on the down low, but now I guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Jensen retorted realizing that he didn’t think it through before blurting it out.

“Guess so.” she said bitterly. She quickly changed her tone, and pulled the blonde closer to her by his waist and exaggerated leaning into him. “Well congrats I guess. If you’ll excuse me, I have some people to greet, and catch up with.” she started walking in to the living room where everyone turned their heads acting like they weren’t paying attention to the drama.

“You weren’t invited Danneel. Why are you here?” Jensen said deeply.

“This was never an invite only party Jay. This was always just a friendly gathering.” she smiled wickedly. “Why don’t we keep it that way?” with that she walked off swaying her hips as if she won, when in reality she just didn’t give Jensen the chance to fight back.

You were almost positive he was going to charge after her if it weren’t for your hands being intertwined. You pulled him back to you as his anger took over, and grabbed his chin gently to bring it back to you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” you asked calmly. He hesitated watching her walk away all boastful, but eventually gave into your touch. “Everything is going to be alright. Ok? I need you take a deep breath right now though.”

He once again hesitated, but did as instructed.

“Good. Now tell me what’s going on.”

“You know how Danneel is my ex?” he breathed, you nodded. “Ever since we broke up, she’s tried making my life a living hell by coming back into it anytime I start to do better.”

“Ok, and how did she know about this?”

“Probably because we do this every year around this time. She probably mapped it out.” he huffed.

“Ok, well on the bright side, the party's almost over. People will be heading out soon, and that means she will be too.”

“I doubt she’ll make it that easy.” he mumbled looking back in the room where she had grabbed a mimosa and was introducing the guy she came with to others.

“Hey,” you said bringing his attention back to him. “I will make sure she leaves when everyone else does. We can come up with some excuse to get her out if we need to.” he smiled while you placed your hands on both sides of his face. “That or I will physically kick her ass out of here myself.”

“I fully believe you will do that.” he chuckled lightening up a little. “I will gladly watch too.”

“Damn right I will.” you smiled. “Just, stay with me, and we will keep a distance from her ok?” you asked tilting your head.

He took another deep breath before looking down at you and smiling. He leaned down giving you a quick but passionate kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” you giggled. “Now let’s go host a kick ass party that will make her hate herself for coming here and trying to ruin your happiness.” you smirk, and he nodded wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you into his side as you walking back into the room full of guest. Even the unexpected ones.

Chapter 32

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[blueboycal]

Give Love A Try - Part 1

REQUEST: Can you write another Calum imagine where he's loved you for a long time and Ashton finally gets him to tell you but you don't feel the same but days later the boys help you realize that you actually do love him and then fluff 

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Calum x poc!reader

WORD COUNT: 1,785

 Calum sat at the bar observing the others around him. A blonde took the seat next to him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see she was wearing a lacy black top, blue jean shorts and thigh high boots.

 "Hey handsome." She flashed him a smile while tossing her hair over her shoulder. He turned his head to get a better look.

 "Want to dance?" 

 "No thanks." Calum replied. He watched the blondes smile disappear. She stormed away into the crowd.

 "That girl was totally into you." He turned to see Ashton looking bewildered. He was occupying the seat the girl had abandoned. Calum shrugged his shoulders and drank the shot that sat in front of him. 

 "Let me guess, you're still hung up on __." 

 "No." He lied.

 "Cal, you're an awful liar." His friend called out to the bartender and ordered two more drinks. 

 "When are you going to tell her?" Ashton asked turning towards him. 

 "Tell her what?" Calum furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

 "That you're in love with her." He stated. 

 "Never." 

 "Why not?"

 "Because I don't want to ruin our friendship." Him and Y/N had been friends for over a year. He could clearly recall the day they met. Her long brown curls spilled down her shoulders. She was standing next to a box full of vinyls. She wore black jeans and a grey t-shirt. He watched as she pushed up her black framed glasses. She reached down and began restocking the shelf. He was captivated by her. Somehow he remembered to move his feet and they carried him in her direction. He had no clue what to say.

 "Hey." Calum blurted out. She turned around and looked up. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Calum Hood was standing right in front of her.

 "Hi." She squeaked out. 

 "Uh, how can I help you?" She stammered out.

 Calum was suddenly tongue tied, just like she was but for a different reason. "I uh, need help finding a record." He gave her a smile. 

 She put on hand on the step stool beside her praying her knees wouldn't give out on her. Her eyes darted towards the box on the floor. Her cheeks were turning red. 

 "What's it called?" Calum scratched the back of his neck. His brain felt like mush. "That's The Spirit." 

 "Its closer to the front." 

 "Oh." 

 "Can you show me where I'd find it?" He asked. 

 "Yes." She grabbed the box and set it on the table.

 "Follow me." Her sneakers squeaked on the checkered floor. She ran her fingers over the stack of records near the front, she pulled out a black one with a white umber all on the front.

 "Here you go." Calum gently took it from her His eyes traveled to her name tag. 

"Thanks, ______." Butterflies filled her stomach at the sound of him saying her name.

 "Your Welcome, let me know if you need anything else. Calum."

 "How'd you know my name?"

 "How do you think?" She shook her head and walked back to the box of records she was shelving. 

 Calum sighed at the memory and drank another shot. He kept going back to that record store to see her.Most of the time he’d ask her a bunch of questions in order to keep talking with her. He eventually had the courage to ask her to hang out outside of work. They'd been inseparable since then.

 "You'll never know unless you say something. I mean you only-." He began.

 "Don't finish that sentence." Calum interrupted.

 Ashton took a sip of his drink. "If you don't tell her how you feel, you won't be able to get over her."

 "I don't want to be over her." He twisted the ring on his finger. 

 "Then do something. Please. I can't watch my best friend pine after a girl for the rest of his life." 

 "Just saying." Ashton said shrugging.

                                                         *** 

 Calum raised his ring clad hand and knocked on the apartment door. He repeated his actions several more times. The music that had been blaring from inside had been turned down. The door swung open revealing Y/N. She had on grey sweatpants, and a black 5sos hoodie. Her curls were pulled up into a bun on top of her head. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face upon seeing her. God she was beautiful.

 "Hey Cal." She smiled up at him.

 "Can I come in?" 

 She stood back and watched as he crossed the threshold. She closed the door and plopped down on the couch. He sat on the other side of the couch. Calum cleared his throat and messed with the strings on his green empathy hoodie. "Uh there's something I want to tell you." He looked over at her. 

 "Okay what is it?" She bit her lip in anticipation. Calum sat up straighter. It was now or never he thought.

 "I love you."

 "I love you too Calum." She giggled.

 "I mean as more than a friend." He held his breath waiting for her to respond. Her eyes went wide. She let go of the curl she was twirling. Calum loves her as more than a friend. She couldn't wrap her head around it. It made no sense. Why would he like her? 

 "Please say something." He whispered.

 "Um." She stammered, lost for words. 

 "Um?" Calum echoed.

 "I'm not sure what to say." She admitted. Her brown eyes met his. They were full of hope and confusion.

 "How long have you felt this way about me?"

 "A while."

 She sighed. Words lingered in the back of her throat. She was very surprised that he had romantic feelings for her. She didn't want to break her best friends heart but she didn't have a choice. 

 "I'm sorry, I love you but not in that way." Calum nodded his head and stood up. 

"I'll let myself out." He clutched the doorknob desperate to get out of there. He needed to put distance between them. Once he was outside of the apartment complex, he let the tears he'd been holding in fall. 

                                                      ***

 The doorbell rang and she let out a groan. Getting up from her spot on the bed she ran to the door. "For the last time I don't want to buy any steaks!" She began while opening the door. Instead of the guy who was their earlier Ashton, Luke, and Michael were standing in his place.

 "Oh it's you guys." She let out a sigh of relief.

 "Steaks? I want some." Luke said. 

 "Yeah you should've bought some. You never have anything to eat." Michael pouted.

 "That's because you guys eat everything that isn't nailed down." She shut the door as the boys made themselves at home in her apartment.

 "So what have you been up to?" Ashton asks.

 "I was catching up on Wynonna Earp, why?" 

 "Just curious. We haven't seen you in like three days." 

 "I've been working. I don't have to spend every waking moment up your ass."

 "I thought you liked it up there." Luke chuckled. She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. She began to dig through her fridge for a soda. She grabbed three and headed back into the living room. 

 "Well how are you guys?" 

 "Not so great actually." Ashton said. He cracked his knuckles.

 "Why's that?" She set the sodas down on the coffee table.

 "Oh maybe because you broke Calum." Luke chimed in.

 "Correction, you broke Calum's heart." Ashton stated. 

 "Yeah." Michael added as he slurped his soda. 

 "I knew something was up." She shook her head and sat in the empty chair. The boys usually came over to her place to eat and watch movies. This visit was too formal. Like she was being interrogated.

 "What happened between you and Calum?" Luke asked. 

 "Why do you think I broke Calum?" She fired back avoiding the question.

 "Because he came back from your place all sad and mopey." Ashton explained.

 "Wait, did you know that he liked me?" Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. 

"Yeah, everyone knows. It's pretty obvious." 

 "Obvious to everyone but me." She slumped back in the chair. The thought of making Calum sad made her feel awful. When she first met Calum she did have a huge crush on him but over time it faded. She got to know him and she came to appreciate his friendship. She never thought in a million years he'd see her as anything but a friend or even pretty. He was on the road a lot and long distance relationships of any kind always failed. She'd lost friends and family relationships because of it. He was just Calum Hood. Her best friend. She couldn't understand why he would be in love with her.

 "I'm confused. I thought you liked Calum." Michael said 

 "I did at first but I don't anymore." She shrugged.

 "Why not?" 

 "I got over it." She shrugged. 

 "So if he asked you out on a date, you'd say no?" Ashton asked. 

 "Because I'm not his type!" 

“How do you know?” Ashton asked.

Because Calum wouldn’t date a girl who looks like me.” She had never said that out loud before, maybe it was her insecurities getting the best of her. It was in the back of her mind anytime she had a crush on someone, she was always out of their league.

“He doesn't care about what you look like, he’s clearly hot a thing for you.” Luke said. 

“You don’t understand! Every person who’s asked me out either wanted to piss off their racist parents or thought dating a black girl would somehow be different than dating a white girl. I was just an experiment to them.” Her voice echoed off the walls of the small apartment, she quickly wiped away tears that had managed to escape. 

Michael had silently gotten up from the couch and engulfed her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

“I’m sorry you have to go through that (y/n).” Michael spoke softly. He broke the hug and stepped back. 

“Calum wouldn’t treat you like that, he likes you for you. Just give him a chance please.” Ashton pleaded.

“I’ll think about it.” She sat back down. 

“Yeah sad calum isn’t very fun to be around.” Luke declares. 

The boys had each given her a hug goodbye before opening the front door and trailing out into the hallway. She waved them off and shut the door. Returning to the couch she dropped her head into her hands and was thankful that she was finally alone again in her apartment. 

                                                     ***

A/N: This took way too long for me to write and a part 2 will be up at some point. Let me know what you think!

[roxywashere]

What’s Up, Danger

Rey acclimates to her powers

Rey Walker, better known as the superhero Neon, had very suddenly become a celebrity after being inducted into Astra’s League, the world's most prestigious superhero organization. She sat in the League's headquarters, FursTech Tower in Danesville, Wisconsin, at 3 in the morning January 1st 2101, watching as 24-hour news stations scrambled to uncover everything they could about this random punk-rocker who had just been thrust onto the world's stage. Her best friends and long-time crime-fighting partners Hilda Furst, Elle Ectric, and Shailene Octavia stood around watching the same holographic screens where they were also being analysed for the same reasons.

“This is so weird,” Rey commented as she watched the TMZ office argue about the team’s power levels while all still wearing party hats from their New Years party just hours before.

“You’ll get used to it,” Aradia Furst told her. 

“I’m literally being interviewed by like 17 people every single minute and I hate it,” Hilda said. She was apparently Aradia’s second cousin three times removed (Hilda’s great-great-great-great-grandparents were Aradia’s great-grandparents), which Hilda had only learned when she saw it on MSNBC’s coverage of her. “I’ve never killed myself in public before but I’m this fucking close to doing it just to have one less body for everybody to interrogate.” She’d never been this stressed out by her power before, at least that she’d let her best friends know.

“This is exactly why I don’t like going out in public,” Elle said.

“Well, I guess you’re going to be travelling exclusively by lightning bolt forever now because your ass is famous worldwide.”

“I wish my ass was famous,” Shailene mumbled.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, now,” Aradia chastised. “We’re public figures, we have to keep a clean facade.”

“I mean, do we have to? Or is that just how things have been done? What if it’s tasteful? With, like, a real photographer?”

“If you want to draw Astra’s ire, go ahead. But I’ll be looking down my nose at you the whole time.”

“All I heard was ‘go ahead’.”

“Do you pay us?” Hilda asked. “Or would we have to do brand deals and shit.”

“You each get a monthly stipend which will support a quite comfortable housing arrangement,” Aradia answered. “Anything else you wish to earn on top of that is up to you. I would suggest that you wait to get comfortable with your new income before you start trying to supplement it.”

“Is that on top of, or replacing, your basic income program?”

Aradia was at a loss for words. “No League members have ever been on the program before. I never even considered that it was a possibility.”

Rey’s phone dinged with a new message. She was actually kind of surprised that it wasn’t just constantly going off since the press conference. The text, and the ones that immediately followed it, read:

Hey, this is Felicia The waitress From the diner You gave me your number Are you busy right now? You’re probably busy You can ignore me if you’re busy

With a brief burst of her superspeed Rey texted back:

                                          I'm not busy don’t worry                                           Just watching the news                                           hyd?

What is this, the 20s? ‘hyd’?

                                          I’m old fashioned

I get enough old fashioned at this fucking diner

                                          Is your shift over?

Almost. Another hour

                                          You work third shift often?

Only tonight I drew the short straw to work the new year shift

                                          You busy after?

I was planning on sleeping

                                          That’s probably a good idea

I could wait until after getting an early breakfast tho

                                          Wanna come to Danesville?                                           I know a couple places

Danesville is a 10 hour drive from here

                                          I can carry you                                           Btw, whats the actual address of the diner                                           I kinda just stumbled upon you last time

1 Mile Run Rd Allenwood PA We’re right next to Little Mountain State Park off I-80

Suddenly Hilda jumped out of her seat, yelling “FUCK!”

“What is it?” Aradia asked.

“The Harlequin just showed up at one of my bank security guard jobs. Midwest Federal.”

A plasma trail traced from the chair Rey had been sitting in to the workshop’s balcony, where Rey already was, leaning over it to look out over the city. “Alright Aradia, time to hold up your end of the bargain.”

“I suppose it is.” Aradia got to work casting a portal, but instead of waiting Rey jumped over the railing and ran down the side of the building. Running down a building was always much harder than running up one, but it was so much more exhilarating. On her way down, she sent one last text to Felicia:

Gotta go. Duty calls. See you in an hour hopefully If I never text back then that means I’m dead 👉😎👉

She made it to the bottom with no problems, and flowed through the city until she stopped in front of the bank. Five of Hilda in bank security guard uniforms were standing with their handguns pointed at the door. All the lights inside were dark, and the front door looked like it had been smashed in. A second later the portal Aradia had been casting finally opened, behind Hilda and Rey.

“Wait,” Shay said, double-taking at the balcony of the workshop behind her. “How did you...”

“I’ve been here for like five minutes, guys,” Rey taunted.

An ATM came flying out of the bank’s front doors, followed by a shrill roar. Rey stepped out of the way, pulling one of Hilda who was also in the way along with her.

“What the fuck was that? I thought you said the Harlequin was in there?”

“I swear to god I saw her mask for an instant before she killed me,” Hilda said.

“Is she working with somebody new?”

“Let’s not wait to see...” Aradia said. “HARLEQUIN!” I know you’re in there. You’ve slipped under my radar for far too long.”

Another roar rang out. And then a slow stomping, slowly growing closer. And eventually some creature stepped out of the shadows, with red-and-white checkered scales, wearing the Harlequin’s mask: a plain featureless oval, half red and half white. Except the mask had been split across its width, a third of the way up, by a thick crack which was now its mouth.

“What the fuck is that thing?” Elle asked.

It spoke, in a low, rasping tone. “Hello, Aradia. Recognise me?”

“Why should I, fiend?” Aradia demanded.

“Twofold, witch. Your father was a thorn in my side for decades, one. And you and I spoke face to face only 7 days and a few hours ago, two.”

The Harlequin had been a consistent foe of her father in his early days before joining Astra’s League, this Aradia was familiar with. But, seven days and a few hours ago, Aradia had been at Johanna Kerr’s christmas ball, before it had been blown up by what evidence suggested was the Harlequin, or at least her goons. Aradia would have remembered encountering this beast there.

“What happened to you, Harlequin. This is something new, even for you.”

“I’ll spare you the details of my weakness, if you please. I’ll only have you know that it was and remains to be very painful.”

Something clicked in Aradia’s mind. Could it have something to do with the massive explosion the Harlequin had triggered after Aradia had left the christmas ball? If she had been at the ball to trigger the bomb, she likely would also have been caught in it. That would be more than enough energy to disrupt the impenetrability of her superhuman skin and possibly cause this strange alteration. It was a chemistry gauntlet to work through some other time, however, and especially not as a mere thought experiment.

“Then allow me to relieve your pain,” Aradia announced, straightening her back, and drawing herself up into the standard casting stance, one hand held in front of the other, fingers ready to trace magic circles into the air. “Girls, do what you do.”

The very first thing the Harlequin did was wrench a piece of the door frame out of the wall, and attempt to use it as a javelin to spear Aradia. As before, Rey leapt in to pull Aradia out of the way of the projectile, which embedded into a concrete wall across the street.

“Don’t worry about me getting hit,” Aradia told Rey. “I’m more robust than I look. Focus on taking this thing out.” She then quickly summoned a simple but strong magical barrier, and used it to give herself cover while maneuvered herself next to Hilda.

Meanwhile, Elle and Shay put their powers to work together, performing one of their favorite tag-team moves. Shay reached out and liberated the bronze fixtures from the destroyed door, which she psychically compacted into two rods and Elle then pumped a voltage differential into. Shay launched them at the Harlequin, which hit and elicited a scream as the voltages equalized through her.

Once Aradia had sidled up to Hilda, she asked of her “I’m going to need you to duplicate something for me, quickly.”

“What is it?”

Aradia knelt down and anchored her barrier to the street. She then plucked a dimly glowing white jewel off one of her necklaces and handed it to Hilda. “Its magic and that's all you'll understand even if I explained it. Took me a few years to understand myself.”

Hilda took the jewel and quickly duplicated herself to five, before passing the now 5 jewels to the middle-most her and re-condensing herself back to one. She repeated the duplication once more, before handing them to Aradia. Piled together in a hoard of 25, their combined glow was now about as bright as an average light bulb.

“That’ll do quite nicely,” Aradia said. She dumped all but one into her sleeve, cradling the last one in her palm. She pumped her light through her skin into the jem.

Aradia stood up, clenching her other fist and dissipating the shield she had summoned. She tossed the jewel towards the Harlequin, and yelled “Rey! Blast this with me!”

While Aradia cast a spell to focus her light, Rey zipped in and examined the jem. In the compressed time that her power afforded her, she grabbed it out of the air, and made a deliberate pondering pose for a long enough fraction of a second that she would be visible doing it. She then walked up to the Harlequin, and held it out in front of the Harlequin’s mask. While the Harlequin did a double-take at the audacity of the act, Rey asked “This a good spot?”

“Perfect.” Aradia illuminated the jem with a brilliant white laser projected from her fingertip. Rey, for her own part, channeled her power to siphon some of the plasma that was fueling her into it as well. It was less than a second before Rey felt a crack, and took that has her cue to let go and back away very casually.

Rey watched from a roof across the street as the jewel exploded, throwing the Harlequin through the wall of the bank. 

She only recently had been able to go this fast, after Aradia had given her an upgrade: The Heart. The Heart was a backpack fusion reactor that produced functionally infinite plasma for her to fuel her power with. She use to be able to consistently hit speeds of about fifteen miles a minute, but she’d only be able to sustain that for a handful of minutes. With the Heart, however, she’d been clocking a mile a second, and she had been able to sustain that for at least fifteen minutes, long enough to run from New York City to Danesville, without a sweat.

She pulled her phone out and checked to see Felicia’s response:

If that becomes the last text you ever send anybody i’m donating this phone to the smithsonian for their astras league exhibit

Rey smiled, and put her phone away. She went to step off the roof, but stopped when she noticed a strange flower growing out of the gravel spread across the roof. She summoned some plasma to her palm to shine a light on the flower, which closed its petals against the intense beam of sun-simulacrum.

She heard a crunch against the gravel behind her, and as quickly as she could she turned to face the sound, delivering her neck quite nicely into the grasp of a viney tentacle.

“Well, well, well,” world-infamous supervillainess Babalon said, as she lifted Rey off the ground.

She was dark-skinned, indian-american if Rey remembered the various tv specials about her correctly. Her hair was a long braided tangle, interwoven with branches and interspersed with flowers. She was wearing a bodysuit that was either made of leaves or designed to look like it was made of leaves. Holding her up off the ground were a dozen or so ten-foot-long, inch-thick vines that sprouted from her back and waist, one of which was stretched out and holding Rey. Each vine ended in a bundle of two-foot-long “fingers” each of which could move individually but tended to be used in groups. The fingers were what was wrapped around Rey's neck, preventing her from making her retreat.

Babalon drew herself closer to Rey. “It seems the self-pompous priestess of light has found herself a new disciple. Wanna know what I did to the last one?”

“I'm good, actually. Hey, why'd you name yourself Babalon?” Rey responded, grabbing the vine around her neck with both hands and channeling some of her plasma into it. Babalon recoiled as two feet of that vine was instantly incinerated.

“She gave you the Light too?! HOW?!” Babalon screamed as she swung another of her vines at Rey, faster even than most other superspeedsters Rey had ever met. No wonder she was on the top tier, worthy of being one of the few that drew Astra herself out to fight.

Rey needed to actually focus. Her new upgrade gave her an edge, but only barely.

She boosted herself backwards, remembering just a little too late that the edge of the roof had been behind her. She tripped over the parapet and fell back over the edge, and slowed time down to give her some space for thought. She was about 5 stories up. It would take about 4 seconds to reach the ground. That was plenty of time. She brought her hand to her chin and pondered.

She had only had three hours to adjust to her new power level, but she was fairly confident in her ability. She had developed one specific new skill, something almost unnoticeable that she had nonetheless noticed running up and down buildings all night. She just needed to figure out how to do it on purpose.

She felt the writing mass of plasma on her back, the Heart, given to her by Aradia. She felt its warmth, its light. “The Light”, Babalon had called it. Astra, local goddess she was, had never revealed what it was that fueled her cosmic might, but she did do a lot of glowing while she used it. Was this the same Light? Rey had no idea, but it was a fun little supposition to make. And it did somewhat explain the aforementioned new skill.

“Are you... posing?” Babalon asked, apparently appalled by the gall Rey was exhibiting.

Rey had been focusing on both her inner monologue and maintaining the hand to the chin, and hadn’t noticed that time had resumed normal speed and she hadn’t continued falling.

“What the fuck?!” Shay yelled. “I’m not doing that!

Rey looked at herself. She appeared to be just standing at a 90 degree angle from vertical, 45 feet above the street. “Huh. Didn’t know I could do that.” As she moved, the plasma trail that indicated she was using her power traced her every gesture.

Babalon lunged over the edge, and Rey cut out her power to drop herself out of reach. Shay reached out and grabbed Rey before she hit the ground, following the unprecedented failure of Rey to reactivate the hovering part with the rest of her powers.

“That was weird,” Rey told the others as she righted herself. “Anyway, what’s up with this bitch, Rad?”

Aradia gave Rey a look of annoyance for using her nickname. “That’s Jane Newark. She’s...” Aradia sighed. “A pseudodemon, and a Whore.”

“Wow, strong words. But, I get the idea. Let’s kick her ass.”

A brick whizzed past Rey's head. “Forgetting something?” the Harlequin growled.

“Elle, help me out with Babalon, the rest of you keep dealing with dollface.”

Elle zapped up to the roof with Babalon, with Rey following.

“The witch’s new toys are out to play, I see...” Babalon said as she circled the two. “I’ve killed 5 of Astra’s League, you two small fries don’t stand a chance.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Rey said winding up a punch, Elle standing behind her. “Elle, now!”

Elle jumped forwards, converting herself into pure electrical energy, electrical plasma. She wrapped herself around Rey’s arm, and Rey absorbed her and used her energy to launch herself forward, fist first. Elle released herself the instant Rey’s fist hit Babalon’s chest, exploding out of Rey’s hand, shooting forwards and launching Babalon into the sky.

Elle continued to the clouds, dragging Babalon along with her. She rematerialized periodically, taking opportunities to give Babalon a kick or two before returning to plasma to dodge Babalon’s flailing vines. On the ground, Rey flowed through the streets, following Elle’s flashes of lightning.

Elle eventually let Babalon go in the middle of a cloud over a field outside the city. She struck down to the ground, and started waiting for Babalon to fall down to her. Rey caught up only a few seconds later. They acknowledged each other with a fistbump that crackled with static and neon.

“So what was with that flying thing back there?” Elle asked.

“I don’t really know. This nuclear backpack Rad gave me has some fucking magic in it or something.”

“Can you do it again?”

“I mean, probably. I don’t know how though. How do you do it?”

‘“It’s just an instinctual extension of my power. But it’s not really the same as, like, how Astra flies.”

“I mean, obviously. But I gotta start somewhere.”

“What if you just try running up?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“When you run with your power, it’s like pushing yourself in the direction you want to go, right? Just do that, but up.”

“I don’t know...” Rey was silent as she looked up to inspect Babalon's progress towards the ground. “Wait, shit, I just got it.”

“Got what?”

“It’s the Garden of Babalon, because she controls plants.”

Elle sighed. “That does make sense, yeah. You wanna give it a go, with me giving you a boost?”

“Give what a go?”

“Running up.”

“I mean, sure. But you gotta promise to catch me if it don't work.” Rey reached out her hand towards Elle

“Deal.” Elle took Rey’s hand. “3, 2, 1...” Elle converted to lightning and crackled over Rey’s skin as Rey absorbed her, before Rey knelt down and then jumped into the air, Elle releasing herself to give Rey a little extra height.

Rey tried doing what Elle suggested, activating her power to try to force herself higher. As Elle jumped out of her, Rey tried to siphon some of the extra energy Elle had given her, and add it to her reservoir.

She didn’t expect that she would be rocketed into the sky at the same speed she could run. She passed Babalon, still on her own journey down, before she knew what was happening, and hit the clouds in a single second.

Elle, still nearly on the ground, for a second thought her friend had exploded or somehow vaporized herself, until she backed away and saw Rey’s plasma trail tracing a thick, bright line straight up. “Holy shit, Rey.”

Rey, now whizzing past the clouds, considered what to do next. She calmly pulled some plasma from the Heart, though not nearly as much as she used to get into this position, and then tried activating her power downwards to slow her still very rapid ascent through the atmosphere. She managed to stop herself before she got to the point where the air would be too thin to breath, and then let herself start to drop back down to Earth. She periodically slowed herself down, until she was continuously doing it, and was floating like she had done accidentally before. She experimented with the hypothetical throttle of her power, gently increasing and decreasing to raise higher and lower, and then tried to change the angle at which the was directing her power, and managed to achieve something quite analogous to how she assumed someone like Astra could fly.

She glanced down, and noticed Elle zapping around a very angry looking dot, and dropped down to join her.

“Nice of you to join us,” Elle said as Rey gently fell to a stop a few dozen feet above the grass.

“Hey, turns out, I can totally fly.”

“Join the club.”

“We just did, like 5 hours ago.”

“Shut and help me, Rey.”

Rey dropped down to the ground, where Babalon was swinging her vines wildly to try and and reach the two heroes floating just out of her reach.

“You getting tired yet?” Rey asked her. “If you want I could go get Astra, somebody you can actually get some good swings in with.”

“Don’t act like you’re too powerful for me. You haven’t laid a finger on me either, you stupid punk.”

“Tell that to your singed vine.”

Babalon lunged at Rey, growling with frustration. Rey zipped past her vines, and grabbed the vine harness that anchored her plant limbs to her human body. Rey pumped plasma directly from the Heart onto the vines, incinerating them and burning away the leaf-like costume Babalon was wearing.

Babalon swung one of her human arms, hitting Rey and sending her flying.

Rey crashed into the grass, rolling and yelling in pain. “FUCK! I think my rib is broken...”

Babalon, now robbed of her major advantage and seething with rage, stomped towards the now vulnerable hero. “That’s why it takes Astra to handle me, you petulant child. She can take a hit.”

Elle zapped over to Rey, to put herself between Rey and Babalon. “You get back, you bitch.” Elle unwound the chains she kept wrapped around her arms, and started swinging them, striking sparks between them. “We aren’t done here, yet.”

“I’ll just kill you both, then.”

Elle ran at Babalon, and then zapped around her, leaving her chains corporeal enough to wrap around Babalon’s arms. Elle materialized behind her and twisted the chains to bind Babalon’s arms behind her. “Do anything stupid and your heart’s a piece of burnt toast.”

“Bold of you to assume I have one.”

“Well, if you say so.” Elle pumped 10,000 volts across her hands, sending the current across Babalon’s shoulders, setting her skin on fire most evidently. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Elle atomized the chains and rematerialized them back on her own arms, and then kicked Babalon to the ground, where she screamed in apparent agony. “Rey, do you think you can walk?”

Rey slowly got to her feet, grunting occasionally whenever she agitated the broken rib. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Can you send up a flare?”

“Yeah.” Rey raised her palm up to the sky, and launched a plasma ball into the air, arcing slightly towards the city.

A portal appeared a dozen seconds later, out of which Aradia, Shay, and Hilda stepped. Rey saw, through the portal, the Harlequin, restrained tightly by a few dozen feet of chain wrapped around her, being loaded into a police van.

“Good work, girls,” Aradia congratulated. “You are certainly working hard to earn your place on this team.” Aradia strode towards the writhing Babalon, and pulled all of the adamantium from the jewelry she was wearing and sent it to lift Babalon and hogtie her. “Wait until Astra hears how the youngest members of the League took you down on their own.”

“Your threats of humiliation mean nothing, witch,” Babalon spat.

Aradia muzzled Babalon with the remaining adamantium she had. “Shut the fuck up, Whore.”

Rey limped over. “Hey, I don’t suppose you got any healing magic, do you?”

“Depends how severe your injury.”

“Broken rib?”

“Just one? No trouble at all.” Aradia quickly danced out a spell, which sent a warmth up through Rey’s ribcage. “Now, I would suggest you rest for a while before...”

“No can do, doc, I’ve got a date to keep.” Punctuated by a communal sigh from all five of the other women, Rey zipped off.

[smilingformoney]

America’s Most Eligible 2 Diamond Scene: Stroll Through the Park with Adam

You: You up for a walk with me, Adam? Adam: I’m not about to let this sunshine go to waste.

Adam leads you down a path away from most of the crew, with a single camera operator trailing behind. Adam: There’s actually a spot I’ve had my eye on since we got off those bikes, as long as no one else… Adam: There! It’s all ours. He races over to a spare picnic blanket between a stand of trees. You smooth some wrinkles out of the checkered cloth and sit down. You: Cute, but we’re a few ingredients short of a picnic. Adam: That’s where you’re wrong. He pulls a red apple out from his jacket and carefully polishes it on one sleeve. Then he pulls a jar of peanuts from another pocket. Adam: Rule number one about racing: always come ready to snack. You: You’re a genius, Adam. Adam: Well, this genius is feeling generous. You get first pick. He lays the apple and peanuts on the blanket between you, but you also catch the whiff of a corn dog stand a little ways down the sidewalk…

What do you pick? -Shiny Apple

You: Dibs on the Red Delicious. Adam: Help yourself.

-Salted Peanuts

You: I need a salt fix, stat. Adam: It’s all yours.

-Corn Dog

Adam: I… must’ve left those in my other jacket. You: Than maybe you can buy me one. You nod toward the corn dog cart, and as soon as he sees it, Adam grins and dashes over to place an order. Adam: Two corn dogs with all the fixings, coming right up.

You both dig into your snacks, and with your adrenaline still pumping from the race, the food tastes like some of the best you’ve ever had.

-If you lost the race

You: After watching Vince beat me, I really needed some comfort food. Adam: I know how that feels. I’m sorry this Challenge didn’t go your way, Jamie. You: Me too. You: Come to think of it, I barely saw you and Ivy out there. Was she giving you a hard time?

-If you won the race

You: After all that drama with Eden and Slater, comfort food is exactly what I needed. Adam: I feel you. When a race doesn’t go the way I planned, I always go straight for a savoury-sweet combo. You: I’m sorry you’re in the Bottom Four, Adam. I didn’t-- Adam holds up a hand to stop you. Adam: Hey, you’ve got nothing to apologise for. Whatever Slater did or didn’t do, you rode a good race. You deserve to be proud of that. You: Ivy’s not the reason you guys finished so late, is she? You: If she’s messing with you…

Adam: Actually, she was weirdly cooperative today. I didn’t hear one snide comment the whole race.

You: I think… -She’s more worried about Slater than you.

You: You’re her partner right now, so you’re less of a threat, but I think she’s had it in for Slater ever since that laser tag Challenge. Adam: Ivy’s mad at him for bending the rules? Adam: Guess no one likes getting a taste of their own medicine. You: Especially not our resident Pageant Queen.

-She’s got something up her sleeve.

With a camera behind you, there’s only so much you can comfortably say, but… You: If Ivy’s behaving on camera, she’s probably plotting something behind the scenes. Adam: That’s exactly what I’m worried about. You: I don’t know how much she can do while you two are partners, but… just watch your back around her, and I’ll watch mine. Deal? Adam: Deal.

You polish off the last of your snack and lie back on the picnic with a contented sigh. You: Where’d this genius snack tradition of yours come from, anyway? Adam: Maybe I’m secretly stocking up on food for the apocalypse. You raise an eyebrow at Adam’s, and he laughs. Adam: Alright, alright, the truth. I spend more time on my motorcycle these days, but I was kind of a bike fiend when I was younger. You: This is my ‘I’m totally surprised’ face. Adam: There is nothing worse than biking for thirty kilometres and realising you’ve got nothing to eat at the finish line. Adam: Except maybe the muscle cramps you get five minutes later.

You: Thank you… -For always looking out for me. Adam +2

Adam: What kind of guy would I be if I let you suffer the world’s worst leg cramps? You: A real jerk. But luckily for me, you’re the opposite of that. Adam smiles warmly at you. Adam: I’m told I have my moments…

-For sharing your biking wisdom. Adam +2

You: If I’d known about your athletic past, I would’ve begged you for tips before the Challenge. Adam: Honestly, the best tip I’ve got is just ‘keep moving forward’. Adam: No matter how much it hurts… no matter what anyone else does… you’ve just gotta keep going. Adam: And I think you’ve got that part down.

Behind you, the camera operator quietly clears her throat and nods back toward the other contestants. You: Guess that’s a hint not to keep Carson waiting. Together, you tidy up the borrowed picnic blanket, then start to walk back through the trees. You: So, was this little stroll everything you hoped it’d be? Adam: It was a nice chance of pace. Although if you have any suggestions about the ending… The afternoon sun gleams in Adam’s eyes as she smiles at you, and for just a moment, even in his busy park, it almost feels like the two of you are alone…

You: How about… -A kiss? Adam +2

Adam briefly glances at the camera… then looks back at you with an open smile on his face. Adam: Yeah. Why not end on a high note? You step toward him, taking him by the hand, and eagerly press your lips to his. Adam cups your cheek with his other hand and deepens the kiss. You press close against his chest, letting the moment linger, until finally… Adam: Wow. You: Think our viewers are gonna remember that? Adam: I know I will. Smiling, you head back to the rest of the group hand in hand.

-A race back to the set? Adam +2

Adam: I think I’ve got enough fuel to get back to-- You: See you there! You take off without any further warning. Adam’s laughter trails behind you. Adam: Wait up! You: You’ll have to catch me first! You just beat Adam back to the group, where the crew has finished packing up their equipment.

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Special Places

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3017

Warnings: Smut. One NSFW gif

Anon asked “Can you do a Bucky Smut fic where the reader just moved back to town and is reunited with Bucky after not seeing each other for a long time and they're old best friends and always had feelings for each other they just never acted on them because they were scared. Sorry is that doesn't make sense!! You're literally the only author that makes the best smut stories ever because you use gifs with them😂🙈”

A/N: This was fun to write considering a had a similar thing happen...apart from the sex part. Let me know if you want to be tagged here.

Summer break.

The words felt like a dream. It’s been years. Years since you had a break. Even longer since you were back home.

Such a small town but you made so many memories here. Not all good ones of course, just good enough to not absolutely hate it.

Getting off the plane, you breathed in the air.

“Ahhh the smell of cheap cigar and car smoke.” You laughed to yourself, seeing your parents and practically running towards them.

After the sweet reunion, and your mother finally controlling her emotions, you drove to your home. Looking out the window, you noticed that things barely changed around here. Your neighbors still played checkers in the cafe, the boys huddled around one of the expensive cars, acting all cool, and of course, the girls tried to get their attention.

“Do you miss those years Y/N?” You father asked, looking back at you.

“Honestly, I don't know dad. It’s like I’m finally not a moron anymore. You know how I didn’t like my high school years. Then again, oh to be young and feel life’s surprises.” You both laughed, and you returned to looking out the window again.

Arriving at your house, you got out and carried your bags inside. You went up to your room, smiling at the fact that they changed nothing all this time. Taking down a couple of posters, you sat down on your bed and reminisced on all those years.

You went downstairs after a while, telling your parents you were going for a walk and buying some stuff. You wore one of your dresses and walked to the nearest market, relishing the different vibe you felt compared to the city.

After buying some stuff and saying your hellos, you were on your way out when someone bumped into you.

“Sorry I didn’t s-” You stopped apologizing once you saw who it was.

Oh. Your luck was fantastic. It had to be him?

“Oh man Y/N is that you?” Blake called out, completely ignoring that you dropped some stuff when he bumped into you.

“Yes.. hi.” You faked a smile, hoping you could leave.

“Wow I haven’t seen you in...years.”

“Ya ya. Sorry I gotta go though, need to settle in.” You tried to excuse yourself but he stepped in front of you.

“Well wait wait...maybe we could go out tonight. There’s this amazing new pub. I think you’d like it.”

“Thank you but..I’m...sorry I don’t think...listen Blake. We both know this won’t happen. I never liked you. You never liked me. Just please move.” You went around him, surprised by how much braver you’ve gotten.

Well turns out a PhD can do that to a person.

You walked like miner who just struck gold, so happy that after years, you were finally able to actually sort of be rude. You opened the front door of the house, walking in without noticing the tools of the visitor currently with your father.

“I’m home. And I brought your favorite Turkish delight. Dad I was wondering if you coul-” Your steps came to a halt when you saw who was with your dad fixing the old motorcycle.

“Y/N you’re back. Guess who’s here to see you. I told him you’d gone out and you’d be back in a bit so he offered to look at this old thing.”

My god. He was as gorgeous as ever.

He still didn’t turn around but you knew who it was. When he finally did turn around, it took everything in you to not gasp.

“Hey Y/N.” His voice was as smooth as ever and he held out his hand.

“Hi Bucky.” You took his hand to shake it and just like that, all the memories of your childhood rushed back like a river.

A second later, your eyes couldn’t help but take in his form, especially his arm.

You wanted to ask him but you knew you couldn’t.

“Would you like something to drink while you finish?”

“Well actually I just finished it and I was on my way out.”

“Leaving so soon?” The question came out before you could stop it.

“Or I..well I could stay for a bit. I got nothing else to do.” He smiled, scratching the back of his head, and reminding you of the boy in high school whom you couldn’t stop dreaming of.

For the second time that day, you surprised yourself with your boldness.

“Hey dad, Bucky and I will just go to that new pub, catch up on things ok?” You didn’t wait for his reply, but seeing him smile gave you the reply you needed.

“Alright just be safe alright.”

Bucky collected his stuff and before he could walk out, he put on his jacket.

“Why? It’s hot out here.” You asked him while he was putting his stuff away.

“I uhhh...explain later maybe. Listen, had I known, I would have come with the car.” He pointed to his motorcycle but you giggled.

“Well that’s ok. I taught you how to ride one didn’t I?” You smiled, and motioned for him to sit.

“Guess I’ll just have to hold onto you.” You said while climbing behind him, pushing yourself so your breasts were against his back and your arms went around his chest, holding on to his shirt tighter.

“That ok?” You smiled, whispering in his ear and hoping he’d finally get the hint after all these years.

“More than you know…” He murmured and when you asked what he said, he just nodded. Even though it was just a 5 minute ride, Bucky was about to explode. Feeling your breasts brush up against his back and your arms splayed out on his chest made him think of things.

Sinful things.

And he wished to god that he wasn’t misunderstanding your intentions.

Parking right outside the pub, he helped you get off first, lightly brushing your exposed thighs and smiling when he felt you blush. He quickly put a glove on his hand and got off, leading you through the doors with a hand on your back.

He ordered two beers and brought them to the booth you chose.

“Why so far away from everyone?” He asked, sitting right next to you and making you shiver at the heat that was radiating off of him.

“Well, I like my privacy when I’m on a date.” You took the beer from his hand.

“Is that what this is?” He smirked.

“I mean...it is-if you don’t want...sorry I shouldn’t have-” He placed his hand on your lips and leaned close to your ear.

“Doll...you were doin so well. No need to be shy now.” You sighed when he placed an arm behind your back and pulled you closer to him.

“Bucky…” Your voice was hoarse and you weren’t sure if it was because of the beer or because of his cologne.

“Y/N...I missed you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited.” You felt his beard tickle your shoulder.

“Well here I am.” You grabbed his hand, making him go stiff. The second you kissed the palm of his gloved hand, he let out a shaky breath.

“What happened?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“There was an accident at the shop a couple of years back. They had to amputate it.”

“God I’m so sorry...Bucky had I known, I would’ve come.”

“No no don’t say that. I specifically told your parents not to. I knew you’d be crazy and leave university. It wouldn’t have been worth it.” He smiled when you shook your head.

“Yes it would’ve. For you...just for you James.”

“I always did love hearing you say my name Y/N. Anyway, Stark...remember him?” You nodded.

“Ya he built this thing as a favor. He’s top right now in this stuff. And it’s been helpful since then. Makes me lift things easier at least.”

“Hmmm.”

“Enough about me. What about you?” He was drawing circles on your shoulder.

“I got into Columbia just like I wanted. Got a PhD. And here I am.”

You were both quiet for a while before he spoke again.

“Did you know?” He broke the silence.

“About what?”

“Did you know that I liked you all these years ago?” He was almost sad about it.

“No...Bucky you were my best friend. And you were the best looking guy in the entire school. I thought I was just a friend so I never said anything. To this day, I’m surprised why you hung out with me.”

“Aww come on darling look at you. You’re an angel.”

Once more, you shivered when he said this and blushed under his gaze.

“If I’d known it took a simple compliment to see you blush, I would have done it a long time ago.” You laughed and were about to lean in when you heard a group of people walk into the pub.

“Oh god.” You said, looking away.

“What is it?”

“It’s Blake. He was being annoying in the morning.” You felt him stiffen next to you. You were about to ask him if you could leave when they spotted you.

“Oh heeey Y/N. Thought you weren’t coming tonight?” His smile dropped when he saw Bucky next to you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You felt Bucky’s hand hold you tighter.

“Just having a drink Blake. We were on our way out right Y/N?” He asked and you nodded quickly, grabbing your things and getting up.

“Oh no not so fast. Why don’t you go home and I’ll make sure Y/N has a good welcome-back night?” He was about to grab your hand when you pulled it away.

“Listen Blake you’re drunk and Y/N doesn’t want to stay. Don’t start this man.” Bucky’s resolve was breaking and you hated what this might turn into.

“You freak...you think she’ll ever want a fucking handicapped boy like you.”

Without thinking, you stepped in front of Bucky and punched Blake in the jaw, your hand immediately stinging from the force of your hit.

“You slut-” He was about to hit you when Bucky stepped in front of you and got hit in his face instead. The other guy tried punching Bucky but missed, hitting Blake in his face again. Before Bucky could do anything, the owner of the pub told them to leave when you declined and said that you were both leaving anyway.

“That’s one hell of a fist Y/N.”

“Bucky where do you live? I gotta take care of that.” You pointed to his jaw.

“No no that’s fine I cou-”

“No negotiations. Where?” You stood firmly, checking the cut.

“Down the road.” He pointed and you quickly got on his motorcycle. 

He parked outside and got off, opening the door to his place.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” You set your stuff down.

“In the bathroom. Second drawer to the right.” He sat down on the couch, his head laying back. You walked in seconds later, getting on your knees between his thighs without really thinking.

“This is going to sting a bit.” You started dabbing the cut with alcohol, making him hiss and you apologize every second.

“There.” You finished and put everything down, and noticed how he was sweating.

“Buck take this off it’s hot.” You motioned for the jacket when he stopped.

“No Y/N...it’s ugly.” He looked away.

“Please. It’s me James. No one else.”

“Which is why I can’t.” He whined, a painful look in his eyes. The more he looked at you, the more you convinced him that it’s ok.

He slowly stripped his jacket and shut his eyes, afraid you’d think it’s disgusting. When you aimed for his shirt, he held your wrists.

“You just want to seem me shirtless don’t you?” He smiled, hoping you’d drop it but you didn’t. He let go of your wrists and helped you take his shirt off.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“May I?” You asked him, hoping that he wouldn’t deny you anymore. He let out a sad chuckle before nodding.

You leaned down, kissing the scar where flesh met metal, the rest of your hand soothing his arm and holding onto it. It drove him mad. To think that you weren’t disgusted by this was unbelievable. How could you be any more perfect?

You stood up all of a sudden, making him open his eyes and look at you. Before he could react, you grabbed the bottom of your dress and swung it over your head, leaving you in just your lace bra and panties.

Bucky couldn’t help but take in your form.

You were magnificent.

“Come here doll.” He grabbed your waist and sat you on him, each leg over his own.

After an eternity, your lips met. You’ve been waiting years for this and now that it was happening, you couldn’t get enough of it.

Enough of him.

His lips were smoother than his hair, his tongue gliding with yours, creating the most beautiful feeling. His hands were every where, grabbing your back then your waist and finally, the globes of your bottom. You moaned into the kiss and he took this chance to lay kisses on your neck.

“Bucky I’ve wanted you for so long...so so long...please-” You pulled on his hair, making him growl before standing up and walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

Setting you down, he got on top of you and attacked you with kisses again. His lips were made of sin. You were sure of that.

“James please…” You whined again.

“What do you want Y/N? Tell me what you want.” He said between licks and nips at your skin.

“Touch me.” You looked at him through your lashes.

“I am.” He chuckled at your sigh when he bit your nipple through your bra.

“Here...touch me here.” You grabbed his metal hand and placed it on your clothed pussy. It took him all the control in the world to not just take you right there.

“You sure? With this I mean-”

“Please…”

For the third time that night, he couldn’t say no to you. While he slid your panties down your body, he unhooked your bra and kissed the valley between your breasts. You were a mess but you didn’t care what you looked like.

His ministrations were slow at first, afraid that he’d hurt you. But he got bolder every time he heard you moan. He saw that you were really sensitive. Didn’t matter if it was your hardened peaks or your clit, just the slightest of movements made you shudder.

He took your lips once more, his flesh hand massaging one of your breasts while his other picked up the pace. He felt you were close from your rapid breathing. The moment you moved your hips against his fingers, he inserted two. It was all it took for you to come with a cry, holding onto his shoulder while your euphoria washed over you.

“You look so beautiful coming undone beneath me.” He said, licking his fingers dry and causing you to blush again. You grabbed at his pants and he took the hint, sitting up and taking his jeans and boxers off.

You were about to grab his cock when he motioned for you to stop.

“I don’t wanna make a fool of myself darlin.” He chuckled embarrassingly, silently begging you to lay down. Instead, you grabbed his shoulders and got on top of him, pushing him down so he was beneath you.

Rolling your hips a couple of times, you stroked him before lining him up. His control was evaporating and his hip thrusted up unintentionally, entering you with one move. You both moaned in unison. He was bigger than previous partners and you felt so full.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight...so fucking tight...shit can I move Y/N?” He was shaking from trying to hold back and you nodded.

He grabbed your waist and hoisted you up, setting you down again. You were riding him, meeting him halfway. Somehow, you knew that you needed this time to be slow.

“Touch me James.” He obliged instantly, his flesh hand roaming your upper body. Your head fell back, the pleasure almost too much to be real.

“No ahhh uhh look at me.” He tried to say between thrusts, making you look back at him. You almost stopped, taking him in. His eyes were blown with lust, his hair all over the place and sweat forming on his neck and forehead. You couldn't help but lean down and lick a long stripe across his clavicle and neck.

“Fuck Y/N you’re killin me.” He began to thrust up again, causing you to moan.

“I’m close...Bucky I’m so close-” You couldn't finish the sentence. Bucky pulled you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss before his thrusts became erratic. His hands went to your ass, kneading it and guiding your movements before grabbing your lower back and pushing you towards him. He wanted to feel your entire body, pulling you towards him until your nipples brushed against his chest.

One moan was all it took for Bucky to go over the edge, spilling inside of you. Feeling his cock twitch and him coating your walls was what made it for you, clenching around him and milking him until your movements almost ceased. He grabbed the back of your neck and kept on kissing you.

“I love you...god I love you so much Y/N. Please don’t leave.” He almost begged and you heard the hurt in his voice.

“Not going anywhere. After all this time, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He kissed your forehead and smiled, pulling out of you and grabbing the nearest towel to clean you up. Before he fell asleep, he felt you smile against his neck and heard you whispering ‘I love you,’ his arms tightening on extinct at your declaration.

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Penny For a Cup- Part 6

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Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean Warnings: fluff, light swearing, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is. A/N: This one made me so happy to write, I love fairs!!! Tag List: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @mogaruke @aliensdeservebetter @spnfanficpond @27bmm @craving-cas @spectaculicious @bambinovak @writingthingsisdifficult @padackles2010 @mamaredd123 @milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester @just-another-busy-fangirl @winchesterprincessbride @waywardjoy @supernaturalyobsessed @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sandlee44 @fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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You and Sam rode The Thriller three more times, until the lines got heavy and you decided to go to lunch instead. The two of you picked a red and white checkered picnic table at the very edge of the fair, both of you happy for a break from the chaos. You sat side by side with your legs entangled under the table, eating fried food and watching the fair in front of you. 

“So, what got you into being a barista?” Sam asked through sips of his water bottle. 

“I don’t know,” You sighed and considered it for a moment, “It started out as an odd job when I dropped out of school, then it just sort of progressed to The Manhattan, I guess.” 

He smiled as a look of confusion moved on his face,“What do you mean it progressed?”

Your jaw hung open and you laughed a little as you realized what he meant, “You know I own The Manhattan, right?” 

“Oh god,” He put a hand to his face, “Nope, I didn’t know that.” 

“You nerd!” You teased him from across the table, “What did you think I just worked there?”

“Yeah, kinda,” He sighed and let out a chuckle, “Hey! Stop teasing!” 

“Sorry! Sorry- I can’t help it,” You let out a laugh and took a long sip from your soda, watching his face tint pink. 

You opened your mouth to ask him what he did for a living, but stopped when you saw a colorful figure approach behind him. It was a clown, dressed in a white, polka dotted suit and bright yellow shoes, with a camera in hand, “Hi there!” 

Sam turned at the unfamiliar voice and shot out of his seat when he saw who it belonged to, “Oh, um, uh, hi,” 

He backed up to your side of the table and would have kept going even further, if you hadn’t have reached for his hand and tugged him into sitting next to you. With slight hesitation he did as you wanted, never taking his eyes off the brightly colored man in front of him. 

“Want a picture? Curtesy of Fun Time Amusement Parks!” The clown chirped up, holding up his camera in one hand and a brochure in the other. 

“No, we’re okay, thanks!” You responded with a smile with Sam still frozen at your side. 

The clown nodded and gave the two of you a wave before turning around and heading back into the heart of the fair. When he had disappeared into the crowd, you turned to Sam and laughed, “Scared of clowns much?” 

“Shut it, (Y/L/N),” He wiped a hand across his brow and let out a chuckle, “Always have been,” 

“So you’re fine with going hundreds of feet up in the air on a roller coaster, but a guy with face paint scares you?” You teased, poking a finger at his chest and grinning.  

He stuck his tongue out at you in response, “It’s irrational!!” 

“Alright then! Never dated a guy with an irrational fear of clowns before,” Your face froze the second you realized what you’d said, you’d said the two of you were dating. Not “on a date,” but dating, as in the two of you were a couple. You hadn’t talked about it before, and for a split second you had no clue how he was going to react. 

“What did you say?” He asked, his face stilling as well. 

“Nothing, I didn’t mean to,” You felt heat flush your face and knew that you’d completely ruined the day. 

But he actually surprised you, “No say that again,” 

“I’ve never dated a guy with an irrational fear of clowns before,” You quoted yourself, rolling your eyes and refusing to meet his stare. 

“I like it,” He reached over for your hand with a grin, “We’re dating I guess,” 

“What? What do you mean?” 

“Oh come on,” He was the one rolling his eyes this time, “If you wanna get all high school, we can get all high school,” 

You felt a smirk move on your face, “I just wanna see what your definition of ‘high school’ is, Winchester.”

“Okay, you asked for it,” He made his face mock-serious before saying, “(Y/N), I don’t know your middle name, (Y/L/N), will you.....” He paused for dramatic effect, “Be my.....” Again, “Girlfriend!” 

“Oh my god what are you 12?” You tilted your head back and laughed at how dramatic he was being, “Yes! Yes, you teenager.” 

“Alright, good!” Sam laughed back, “So what’s next?” 

“I’m not sure, think you can win me one of those giant teddy bears?” You challenged him, wiggling your eyebrows up and down for emphasis. 

“Hell yeah I can, let’s go.” He responded with a grin, grabbing your hand and accompanying you to the nearest booth.