#i added some references here n there lets see who's able to point em out hehe

[lupucs]

Light World class pic ☀️

Wireframe:

Solid View:

Raw Render (without comp):

Wooo its finally done peeps! At last, here's the Deltarune Light World group render featuring Alphys's whole class! It's sort of a counterpart to my Dark World group render from a couple days ago. I also added some comp to improve the lighting and reused an old bg (some of you might remember which anim that's from hehe).

From left to right: Susie, Kris, Berdly, Noelle, Alphys, Jockington, Temmie, Catti, Monster Kid and Snowy!

These models were a ton of work to make but overall I'm really happy with how this turned out. The only light world model missing here is Rudy... I didn't know how to add him here since this was supposed to be a class pic of sorts, but maybe I'll make a designated render for him one day, since I really like his character even though he doesn't get a lot of screentime in-game. Oh, also first look at Deltarune Alphys!! Since I already made her rig for my Undertale animation, I just had to model her Deltarune clothes and bind em to the rig with an extra switch.

Anyways, feel free to use this as a wallpaper if you want!

Here's a link to the full resolution should the resolution be crushed by Tumblr.

[apocalypticbadass]

Sapphic Vampire Lovers (Smut)

A/N: Hey guysss it’s Alice smut time. Haven't been able to get the woman out of my head recently so here are my musings. You live with the Cullens and Alice is your girlfriend, but no one at school knows. You’re basically an adopted sibling so I might refer to the kiddos as your brother/sister. Also I’m not saying Alice can't see the future in this but like...lowkey...it’s hard as hell to write for her when she already knows everything lol.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, I think that’s it.

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You sighed loudly as Mike Newton continued to prattle on about unimportant matters by your side. The bell signaled the beginning of class, and you feigned an apologetic look, which Mike believed wholeheartedly as he scurried to his seat. Poor boy. You turned to Emmett, your “brother” who sat next to you in Chem.

“He doesn’t give up, does he?” Emmett snickered.

You shook your head and sighed. “Oh shut it, Em.”

“You should just turn him away at this point. It’s going too far. Alice is starting to really notice.”

“Wait actually? She can’t possibly think I would ever pick Mike Newton over her.” You replied, getting quite nervous that Alice might be upset with you.

“I’m just sayin’. He’s always flirting with you, the last thing you want is for Alice to get the wrong idea.” “Yeah, you're right. Thanks Em.”

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair before you both turned towards the front to pay some attention to your teacher. You couldn’t sit still for the entirety of class, Emmett kept having to pull your hands out of your mouth to stop you from biting your nails or rest his hand on your knee to keep your leg from bouncing. The bell rang after a painfully long class, and all you wanted was to get out of there. It was the last period of the day, so you and Emmett grabbed your things and booked it out of class, he understood your desire to leave. What the both of you had missed while you were too busy worrying about your anxiety, was that Mike Newton had left class 10 minutes early with Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. How Emmett’s incredible hearing and sight had missed that, you’ll never know. Or maybe he just thought it was unimportant. The rest of your family caught up with you, and Alice linked her arm in yours.

“Hi baby.” She said with a smile.

“Hi Ali.” You answered, nuzzling into her shoulder as you walked.

As you all got closer to the parking lot, Emmett gasped. “Oh my fucking God...”

“Oh Jesus, here we go.” Rosalie sighed.

Draped across the side of Mike’s minivan, made of canvas and paint, was a sign that read “(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

This could not be happening.

No way was this happening.

You turned, horrified, to look at Alice’s face. She was staring straight ahead, jaw set, eyes unreadable. You softly disconnected your arms and rushed over to Mike, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He beamed as he saw your urgency. “So, what do you think?”

“Mike, take it down right now.” You pleaded. “I’m sorry but I won’t go to prom with you.”

His face fell as Eric and Tyler moved to take the sign down and save Mike a little bit of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Mike, I have to go.”

“Yeah, no, it’s cool.” He said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your family was on your left and they were already getting into the car. Alice was at the back, and you grabbed her wrist while begging her to turn around and talk to you. “Alice, please, can we talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” She spat, venom in her voice. “Clearly you gave him a reason to think he should ask you. You’re very friendly, and I love that about you, but I think flirting with someone when you have a girlfriend is way too far.” “Alice you know I would never do that. You know how loyal I am to you, Mike could never hold a candle to you. I swear I’ve never flirted with him in my life, he’s just obsessed or something.” Your eyes shone with tears. “Please, baby. Trust me, not him. I swear on my life I only love you.”

You could see the slightest softening of her defensive exterior as your (y/e/c) eyes bore into her deep amber ones.

She stepped closer to you and sighed. “You’re right, I’m overreacting, I suppose. You haven’t given me any reason to believe that you’d flirt with him.” Alice placed her lips below your ear. “Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to pay for poor Mike’s mistake. I’ll have to remind you who you belong to, just incase you needed a refresher.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a blush creeping onto your cheeks since you knew that your family could hear you quite clearly from inside the car.

“I’ll meet you at home.” She said before turning on her heel to walk home, she’d be back before the rest of you.

You got in the car behind the passenger seat, head in your hands as Emmett laughed from the other side of the car. “What did I tell you?”

“Drop it, McCarty.” You glared at him.

“She’ll come around.” Jasper said, hand on your knee. “She’s not actually mad, just jealous that he can be so carefree with his feelings while you both have to hide yours.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Just sucks.” “At least you’ll get good sex out of it.” Rosalie said nonchalantly, looking at her nails, which she had painted last night.

“Get some!” Emmett cheered, which made you bust out laughing.

The car ride home was comfortably quiet, everyone else’s mind wandering to other things, Rosalie and Edward speaking to one another in a nearly inaudible tone.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you pulled up to the Cullen house, met by Alice leaning against her Porsche, arms folded neatly across her chest. Jasper squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, feeling your nerves flow, and eased your anxiety as best as he could, one last time. Alice got in the car before you could get over to her, and just before she shut the door, she gave you a “come hither” motion. You opened the passenger door and sat carefully inside of the car, careful not to track in any mud.

“Hi.” You said softly as she began to drive.

“Hello.”

You fell into silence, zoning out while looking out the window, wondering where the hell you were going. You tried very hard not to let her know how nervous you were, but the attempt was futile because she could hear your erratic heartbeat.

“Where exactly are we going?” You managed to say, in a calmer voice than you thought you could muster.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun.” She said lightly, tossing you a wink.

20 minutes later, Alice pulled into a hotel parking lot, probably the fanciest building you had ever seen. You knew you were in Seattle, but had never been to this secluded area with these fancy buildings. You felt severely underdressed, the both of you casual, but her level of fashion much higher than yours, her walk far more graceful. She gave the keys to the valet as they pulled luggage out of the trunk. Alice took one bag for herself and handed one to you. She kept her hand on the small of your back and led you through the massive glass doors, which were opened for you of course. The gorgeous decor of the lobby kept your gaze until Alice had signed you both in.

“Come on now, love.” Her voice was like melted honey.

Your gaze flipped to her and you followed her to the elevator, where she pushed the button for the top floor. Your eyes went wide as you remembered peering up to the peak of the building and how high it was. As you stepped out, there was one single door in front of you. Alice swiftly unlocked it and ushered you inside, bolting the lock shut immediately. As you walked around in awe, you felt yourself being whisked away, vision blurring as Alice ran you both into the bedroom, where she tossed you onto the silk duvet. Her dainty, but incredibly strong hands pushed your shoulders back onto the bed. 

“What to do with you?” She pretended to think before pulling a pair of cuffs from behind her back. 

You bit your lip as you felt butterflies down below. Your wrists were in one of her hands in a second, cuffed to the headboard before you could even blink. “Are you going to be good for me, darling?”

“Yes baby, I will.”

“Good.” She muttered into your ear, tearing your shirt off to suck on the exposed skin of your breasts. All you wanted to do was tangle your fingers into her short hair as she marked your body. Your wrists audibly struggled against your confines and you groaned. Alice laughed. She tore your bra off in a fluid motion, gently worrying one of your nipples between her teeth.

You sucked in a breath. “Ali, please. Wanna touch you.”

She swiftly flipped you onto your stomach. “No ma’am. Not allowed.”

She then pulled your pants and underwear off in one go, leaving you completely exposed. Alice slid a finger towards your clit, circling it slowly. You whined and squirmed, so she ripped all contact away from you. You felt her cool breath at your ear and her disapproving tsk. “I thought you said you were going to be good for me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“You better.” She replied, swiftly inserting one finger into your vagina. You took a sharp breath through your nose, trying to keep still. She curled her finger into your g-spot at an incredible pace, causing you to take a mouthful of the bedsheets to keep yourself quiet. She was pleasantly surprised at how good you were being, so she added another finger, scissoring you open. It took absolutely everything in you to just stay still and quiet.

Once you felt stretched enough, she placed a kiss at the base of your spine and retracted all contact, flashing across the room to grab a bag. You were unable to see this, but her clothes were off in an instant, and she had fastened one of her many straps around her hips. She’d chosen your favorite attachment, a hot pink dildo that measured around 7.5 inches. She leaned down to whisper in your ear while allowing the toy to nestle into the cleft of your butt.

“You’re not even gonna remember Mike Newton’s name after this.”

With that comment, she slid the tip of the toy into your entrance, slowly pushing into you, stretching you all the way out. “You can make noise now, love.” She purred.

Immediately, a string of profanities left your mouth. “Holy fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

After a few moments, you felt her icy hips hit your butt, felt her lips sucking marks onto your shoulder blades. “Move please, baby.” You whined, trying not to struggle against her. She pulled out of you slowly, and entered you once more. Taking her time, Alice picked up a pace that made your toes curl, she hit your g-spot every single time.

“Jesus fuck, Ali, God you’re so good. Feels so good, so fucking good, babygirl.” You babbled on as she drilled you into the bed at an inhuman pace, hands tangled into your hair.

“You just needed a little reminder, didn’t you, doll? Just needed to remember who you belong to. Mike Newton could never fuck you this good.” She growled, nipping at your earlobe. You wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but your words couldn't get past the way Alice was making you feel. Your clit gained some friction as each thrust pushed your body into the mattress a little further.

“Alice I’m so fucking close babes, please don’t fucking stop.” You cried out, the inferno in your stomach threatening release.

“Come for me, love.”

With her words, you came hard, squirting all over the duvet, leaving it soaked. Alice pushed all the way into you and stilled for a moment, relishing. “You were so good for me, babygirl. So beautiful.” She praised, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

“Wanna taste you.” You whined. “Sit on my face.”

Alice smirked at you and quickly unfastened the strap before positioning her dripping pussy over your mouth, settling softly with a moan. She had remained untouched until now, so the contact was quite welcome. “Christ, babe. Your mouth feels so good.”

Your tongue explored her walls, licking every surface, nose bumping her clit every so often. She leaned back and placed her hands on your thighs, squeezing them softly to get a grip. You moved to her clit, lips wrapping around it and drawing it into your mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lover. You fervently continued, fully putting your mouth to work.

“Please, gonna come.” She rasped out, just before coating your face with her slick. “Oh my God, (y/n), so incredible.” Alice moaned while you continued to suck on her, drawing out her orgasm. You gazed at her with doe eyes from between her legs before she got off of you, reaching for the key to unlock your cuffs. She rubbed your wrists to soothe them before nuzzling into your neck and tangling her legs into yours.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way you taste.” You said after a few moments of silence.

Alice giggled. “I can absolutely say the same for you. That was amazing.”

“Totally. I love you. Sorry Mike asked me to prom.”

She let out a belly laugh, pulling you on top of her. “No need to apologize. I’m sorry for overreacting, quite dumb of me to be honest.”

“It upsets you that we can’t express our emotions for each other as freely as Mike can express his emotions for me.” “I just wish people could understand our love, understand that our gender is totally irrelevant.” She sighed, stroking your hips as she spoke. “I just love you so much and I wish I was able to show it in public without fear of something happening to you. God forbid anyone got violent.” “I know, baby, it’s really scary sometimes.” You cupped her face, stroking her cheekbone with one hand, combing through her hair with the other.

“I don’t want to say it, but you know what I’m thinking.” Alice whispered, expression growing serious.

“I’ve been thinking about it recently as well, I think we have to do it. Sometime soon, I want to be with you forever. We’ll set a date.”

Alice gave you a lopsided grin. “Can’t wait to be sapphic vampire lovers until the end of time.” 

You laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Oh hell yeah.”

[say-narry]

The Tonight Show

>> Versão em PT-BR

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Sorry, english isn't my first language! Hope you all like!

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"Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for our friend and singer Harry Styles and his friend and new Marvel's actress, Y/N Y/LN!" Jimmy raised his arms pointing to the stage entrance and Harry and Y/N entered side by side.

They smiled and waved to the audience, who returned the whistling and clapping.

Harry greeted Jimmy with a brief hug and Y/N did the same, giving kisses.

Jimmy pointed to the two dark armchairs next to his table and Y/N sat down next to Jimmy and Harry next to him.

The whistling and clapping ceased. They were both smiling for the cameras and sure enough, The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon was scoring very high ratings.

"Great to have you here, everybody! " Jimmy started "We've been on this marathon interviewing friends in the business world and you're closing with a bang!" there was some applause "How long have you been friends?"

Y/N and Harry looked at each other and posed as if they were thinking.

"About three years, right?" Y/N looked at his friend, who agreed. "I wasn't so well known yet, I was participating as a co-star in This is Family, Harry was very nice to send invitations to everyone to his show. From that moment on, we started our partnership."

"Very nice that! And you must hear this question a lot..." a chill went through their stomachs, they knew what it was going to be "Nothing ever happened between you?" Jimmy let out a chuckle and their cheeks flushed.

It was more the discomfort of the question than the act that never happened. They were very close friends, nothing more than a tight hug and kisses on the cheek.

On social media, it was clear that Harry was the friend every woman would want to have, and to S/N fans, there was nothing going on between them since she had a few quick flings with Chris Evans, but only one person knew how much Harry was in love with his best friend, ever since he saw her in the sitcom she acted in, it motivated him to give input to the cast. He himself was that person. He wanted to see if the energy she conveyed on the small screen was the same, but it wasn't. It was simply much better. Y/N was Harry's fit, he had known that since they had spoken in person and Harry had already pulled strings to keep her around.

"No, we never had anything." Harry answered.

"Okay!" Jimmy joked making a funny face. "Kidding guys, it's uncomfortable this kind of question, but I think that just like me, your fans also think that you would make a cute couple."

"We see this a lot on twitter, I often take screenshots and send them to Harry, we laugh a lot, but we have a mutual respect. " Y/N tried to close the subject.

"And about your new song, Harry..."

"We are back with our guests, guys, and they agree to play our "hit the target" game!" Jimmy pointed to three dolls with the picture of himself, Y/N and Harry. There were scores written on part of each one's body.

"It's just a game, but we want to test your aim!" Jimmy continued "As you can see, there are points on every part of our body. Whoever manages to get the five arrows with the most points can choose a charity to donate 50 thousand dollars!" Harry and Y/N clapped side by side again "The loser will have to answer a question from our little box." Jimmy waved a dark red cube and his friends agreed.

The game began with Jimmy aiming at the head height of his paper doll. He fired all five plexiglas and accumulated 100 points.

The next player was Y/N, who ended up taking off her heels to make her move firmer, being assisted by Harry, who made the audience gasp for the act of affection when he held her to take off her shoes.

Y/N shot the first one, hitting the heart of her dummy, starting with 300 points. The next two missed, and the last one hit his dummy's forehead, adding another 100 points.

Harry just looked at her amused. She was good at this, sometimes you guys played this at his parties, it was a game that got on his nerves, because he wasn't good at it.

"Come on, Harry!" The host handed the little arrows to Harry and he positioned himself as Y/N did, maybe if he followed her way, he would be able to hit more points.

Big mistake.

The first arrow hit his wrist, starting with ten points. He made a snapping motion of his neck, drawing a few laughs from the audience. Harry shot two more arrows, one of which hit his arm, and the other fell before it hit the dummy.

"I think it's those rings." He complained loudly and took them off, giving them to Y/N who put them on, showing his fingers to the cameras, making a joke to the home audience.

Harry pointed to the heart of his dummy. If he got it right, he wouldn't have to answer the question.

And he shot. The arrow made a turn and unfortunately stopped in his arm, giving him another 50 points.

Harry would have to answer the damn question.

He groaned in despair as Jimmy and Y/N celebrated their victory.

The announcer walked away and picked up the red box and waved it at Harry. Who pouted in disappointment, sure all his fanclubs would be commenting on his cute expression.

"Take a little paper and read it to us, Harry." Jimmy held out the box and Harry put his hand inside, feeling some papers on his fingers.

He moved his hand a little and brushed at a piece of paper. He unfolded it and read.

His breathing had suddenly become heavier. It seemed as if he was out of breath, his fingers holding the small paper trembled.

"Er... Your challenge is: declare yourself to your crush!" The audience let out a few shouts and Y/N, always very expressive, opened her mouth and her eyes widened. Harry denied it with his head, laughing sideways, trying not to show his nervousness.

As close as they were, Harry didn't mention his girlfriends. She followed his fans that were also Harry's fans and sometimes she saw news about him dating some woman, but if he didn't say anything, it could be just his friends and if it was, she wouldn't invade his intimacy, she would wait for him to say something. Nothing had to be heavy in that friendship, she was aware of that, sometimes they would rather spend their time talking about random things like constellations and signs than their boyfriends and that was fine with her.

"Is this really necessary?" Harry asked in a playful tone.

Jimmy laughed and nodded positively.

They had formed a sort of open wheel on the stage.

"Come on, H! You can do it, because that's what I want to know too!" Y/N teased him.

He looked at her, closing his eyes as if she had failed in some secret plan of theirs.

"Okay... The person I like is very special..." He took a breath, playing with the paper in his hand "I won't say the name, but I will tell the situation we lived."

Y/N squatted down next to Jimmy, who hugged him in a friendly way while they listened to Harry.

"We were at a party among friends. We drank a lot, which we never did. It was on our friend's yacht, it was really an exciting day. I remember that we drank so much that this person... vomited a green liquid on my feet." Jimmy made a face of disgust and the audience murmured with disgust as well, Y/N remained static, because she knew this story. She had been there. She had vomited on him, which got a good laugh when she sobered up. "It's disgusting, I almost followed this person, but seeing this person so vulnerable, so sensitive in my arms... It made me see how much she was the perfect person for me, showed me how completely in love I was with her."

Y/N's heart soared, but as an actress who had conquered Hollywood, she made the best expression of curiosity, pretending not to know what it was all about.

"Do you have any idea who it is, Y/N?" Jimmy asked.

"I have no idea, I wish I could use my mind reading powers right now." She joked, referring to her character.

On the other side of the stage, there was an embarrassed Harry. His heart was tight, because he knew his best friend wasn't stupid and hadn't forgotten that day on the boat, when he took care of her, so much so that she slept on his lap and thanked him for it. He knew how spontaneous she was, he was dying for her to run out of Jimmy's side and jump on his lap and kiss him in front of everyone.

On the social networks, there was no other talk. Both of their names were at the top of the world trends topics, and in the news of the famous as well.

Y/N had donated the amount to the institution that cared for homeless people in New York. In a game of scenes, she returned the rings to Harry and didn't look at him, just went along with Jimmy's antics, leaving her friend completely out in the cold.

She didn't want to even think about it. Harry had never given the slightest sign of interest, he had gone out with a woman in the last few days... She was just another friend, no?

Jimmy thanked them both for their presence. They posed for some pictures with the host and the fans in the audience, both of them swallowing dryly and not looking at each other.

Soon the Y/N's accessory called her over and they left. She couldn't look at Harry, couldn't imagine that her favorite teenage singer, her current best friend, was in love with her, a foreigner new to show business.

It had been 15 days since the show had aired. There was still some murmuring on the social networks, Harry and Y/N had come in to check what they were talking about and most had picked up on Harry's words, they had even gotten pictures of them both from the day of the party on the yacht. It was clear from the whole thing.

But they hadn't exchanged a word, their friendship was shaken and Y/N couldn't stand it anymore.

On her day off in London, she took a coat since it was autumn and considerably cold in the late afternoon. She had always been a person who liked to dot the i's and cross the t's. Why was she running away this time? It was Harry there. It was Harry declaring that he was in love with her. What was the problem? She had been in love with him since she was a teenager, the Hollywood world was attractive and fantastic, but to whom could she be sincere, be herself, be the Y/N who left Brazil in search of opportunity and conquered the world? Except for her family, Harry was the only person fit for the job. Him. Only him.

Harry lived a few blocks away, she closed the apartment door and left the condo, there were no paparazzi, not that she had seen.

She pulled up her black hoodie and put her hair over her face, walking quickly through the cold streets of the chic neighborhood.

Braving some closed pedestrian signals, she arrived after a few minutes at the brown stone wall and black gate.

She had the key, they were so close at that point. They trusted each other.

Entering and closing it quickly, she saw some lights on. Y/N hadn't wondered if Harry was accompanied by someone else, his producers or his family.

Her finger slid between the detailed gold knob and opened the door, the wind and the smell of Harry's perfume went straight to her nostrils, filling her lungs.

She stepped inside and took a deep breath. Her heart seemed to throb close to her throat, and as cold as it was, she was sweating.

"Harry?" She called out. "H?"

No sound, no "I'm here!" The alarms hadn't gone off, he could be in the shower or in the studio composing something.

"Harry! It's Y/N, we need to talk!" She said a little louder "If you're with someone, I'm leaving..."

She walked to the center of the huge decorated room, there were some golden items, it was Harry's face. Y/N smiled as she touched a beautiful vase on the table. She couldn't lose him. She loved him, loved his way, his voice, his everything.

"Y/N." She heard Harry's husky voice, behind her between two sliding doors. It was his home office.

Harry was wearing a robe, his face had a sad, tired expression. His hair was not as she was used to seeing it. It was just the way it was. His nose was red, as if he had just cried.

That was it.

"Hazza!" Y/n murmured, walking slowly over to him, who bowed his head in shame.

"What was it?" Without denying his Aquarius side, Harry answered short.

The woman took a breath of air, until she walked more quickly in front of her best friend, stretching her hands until she held his face and joined their lips.

If you could see their stomachs, it would be something similar to fireworks in Copacabana on New Year's Eve.

Harry pushed the doors aside and took his best friend by the waist, pressing her against him.

How much he had dreamed of this. How much he wished it would happen. Their lips were warm, their tongues met, caressing each other, the sighs were audible, Harry couldn't help but smile at that.

"Forgive me." Y/N pulled away minimally whimpering, stroking between his best friend's jaw and neck. "I'm not afraid when I'm the superhero, but in real life... I'm a coward."

Harry shook his head negatively.

"I shouldn't have exposed us like that." Harry passed his hand over his girl's face "But I had to tell the truth."

Y/N agreed, putting her arms around her best friend's neck, hugging him tightly.

"I'm glad you came." Harry murmured. "I couldn't stand another day without talking to you."

"Not anymore, babe. I'm yours from now on."

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[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Safety First (Hugo Stiglitz x Reader)

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A/N: (p/n)=your pronouns :)

_________________________________________ Utivich was panicking as he cried out, "DO WE TAKE IT OUT OR LEAVE IT I-" Hugo pulled Utivich away from Wicki, who had a bullet in his chest, and blood pouring out his mouth. Hugo shook his head, and muttered,  "Don't do anything." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON'T DO ANY-" Donny was crouching by Wicki, "He's sayin' something in German. Hugo, listen!" Hugo sat by, and listened. "It's an address," he looked up at the others, all of which were as confused as him.  Aldo immediately turned to the last nazi they'd left alive, "Where the hell is that?"

The nazi raised a shaking finger as he stuttered some directions.

Aldo nodded, "Well, very kind of you, boy." He cleared his throat as he studied his newly acquired luger, "Normally we let one of you shit faces go with a pretty little mark on his face and a story to tell, but we can't have you tellin' 'em where we went, now can we, boy?" The nazi looked at Aldo with wide, terrified eyes. " An' that don't change the fact I got a man dyin' back there..." He raised the gun, and shot the last nazi in the face, as the basterds moved Wicki carefully. ******

It was nearly two in the morning when you heard a knock...no...a knock is polite. And unheard at such an ungodly hour. This was incessant, endless, deafening sound, threatening to break down the door.

Fortunately, you were wide awake, in a quiet room, hidden to the untrained eye, studying things that would be a death sentence if found by nazis.

You quickly and quietly hid the papers away, and pushed the bookcase back into its tidy space, hiding away your secret rebellions.

You sighed, knowing perhaps you were in over your head... Perhaps this would be the night your luck ran out.

When you opened the door and immediately saw a gun pointed directly between your eyes, you raised an eyebrow. You knew nazis would draw out their cynicism.

Then, you looked at the face behind the gun.

You recognized it from the newspapers, not so long ago.

Hugo Stiglitz.

In spite of an imminent threat of a bullet being lodged in your brain, you were no longer worrying, or even wondering what was wrong. His voice was demanding as he pushed the gun against your forehead. "Sind Sie ein Arzt?" 'Are you a doctor?' You nodded, and Hugo grabbed onto your collar, pushing you inside as what could only be the basterds, began to pour into your livingroom. "Schreie um Hilfe und du stirbst." 'Scream for help and you die.' "Notiert." 'Noted,' you smiled a bit smugly, then glanced past him, spotting a bloody man in their arms. "This way," you pulled away from Hugo, completely defying him and his threats...You knew the stories, and frankly anyone with half a mind in your place would be scared of him... But you weren't. You glanced at Hugo for a brief moment as you walked by and led them down the hall. That man was one of the most gorgeous people you'd seen in your life. And...he was stunned that you didn't even blink in the face of death. Hugo looked down at his thumb. When you pulled away from his grip, something on your collar had cut him. You pushed your bookcase aside, and turned on the lights. You pushed papers and maps away from a steel table, and turned on every lamp in the room. You pulled out a kit with surgical supplies, and pulled a cloth over the table. "Here." You turned, and saw the face of the basterd that was bloody and barely breathing. Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be him... You shook your head once at yourself. No, this wasn't the time to be emotional. You had to act, and act quickly. There would be enough time for this nonsense later, you hoped. "That was fast..."Donny muttered as he and Aldo lugged Wicki onto the table. Smitty looked around, "Is no one going to ask what the fuck this place-" Aldo ignored him, and looked to you, "Is he going to live?" That struck you. Your half moment of hesitation took everyone's breath, and an uneasy, eerie silence blanketed the room. You turned to look at him, studied the wound for a moment, "Schwer zu erzählen..." 'Hard to tell...' you sighed, and Hugo caught on. He asked again. His tone was not quite as aggressive as it was minutes before. It was pleading, as you lingered by the doorway, on your way to wash your hands, Aldo following with a gun to make sure that was all you did. You turned for a moment, "Ich werde alles tun, was ich kann." 'I'll do everything I can...' You disappeared down the hall, and Omar asked, "What'd the doctor say?" "(P/n) will do the best (p/n) can." You ran back in, and started to lay out everything you needed. You looked up, "I have no morphine."

Hirschberg muttered something as he lit a cigarette. Aldo raised his gun, and kept it trained on you, making sure you did as you were told. "I need you to hold him down in case he wakes up." You set down a bottle of whiskey on the edge, and turned him over slightly. No exit wound... You nodded, silently hoping that bullet wound was shallow, and that  the bullet itself was in one piece. You felt a looming presence by you, and saw Hugo Stiglitz was standing over the wounded man, holding down his shoulders, just in case...though he seemed distracted, and distant. He was looking at you, with a gaze only a soldier could have. He'd seen much, but he was not ready to see his friend like that. You took a shot, "Sicherheit zuerst," 'Safety first,' which made Hugo’s expression soften. It was the closest thing to a smile as he made in a long time. Some of the other basterds circled around, ready to hold Wicki down if he woke up in the middle of it all, and also took a shot for 'safety.' You sighed, understanding how that soldier must have felt, placing his friend's life in the hands of someone he couldn't trust. Better yet, you knew you had to save Wicki. Because you didn't have time to explain that you knew him, and you had known him for most of your life. You had to save him because you had so many things to tell him. You had to save him because you wouldn't be able to bear life knowing that you didn't.  So, you sighed, and quietly explained everything you were doing, hoping that would ease at least Hugo Stiglitz. "Es sieht so aus, als ob keine Arterie oder kein Organ berührt wurde," 'Looks like no artery or organ was touched,' you glanced at him for a moment, and Hugo nodded once. You looked back down, patting away blood with a clean cloth. You shuddered as you took your scalpel, and took a breath. For years, you had stayed up late nights, wondering what had happened to Wilhelm. Now you knew. You met Wilhelm Wicki when you moved to the city as a kid. Wicki lived in the house next door. When you were older you moved out on your own, to the place where you lived now. Wil was your best friend, and he came over almost every day, always told you about work, asked you what he was doing wrong when his girlfriends were angry at him... One day, around 1938, you had a bit of a falling out, though nothing that couldn't  be fixed. He simply didn't show up. A day or two passed before you began to wonder about him. He didn't even answer the phone. Wilhelm wasn't one to hold a grudge, this just wasn't like him. So you marched down to his house, but he was gone... along with his mother and sisters. You feared the worst... you worried they'd been taken away. It wouldn't have been unheard of. You spent years looking for a clue, a sign, even a rumor. But you never found a word. So, you decided to do your best. You were a doctor, but that didn't mean you didn't have your own convictions. You wore a safety pin hidden by your collar, as many across Europe were doing as a sign of resistance. You built this hidden room to help people hide. You used maps and stolen documents to chart escape routes for Jewish families since you couldn't help Wicki. But now, as he was on that makeshift operating table, you realized you'd been looking for him on the wrong side of world. You smiled softly for a brief moment with a soft sigh. You whispered hopefully, "Wilhelm..." Hugo glanced at you, his eyebrow raised, wondering how you knew Wicki’s name. But, a gleam from your collar diverted his attention for a moment. His eyes widened, spotting the safety pin on your collar. He looked to Aldo, "Aldo, put the gun down." Aldo looked to Hugo, "What? But-" "The doctor's not a nazi." "How do you know?!" "Trust me." The basterds all looked at Hugo. He never said much, but when he did, they listened. You glanced at Hugo, and he looked to you, then nodded. Aldo lowered his gun. He sat on a nearby chair, and realized he was sitting on a few papers. He picked them up, and only took a few moments to realize who you really were. "Y'know doc, if we was nazis, you'd be sent to a firing squad by dawn," he smiled as he raised the papers up.   You chuckled, spotting what was in his hands, "I don't think so. That's far too much mercy for a traitor like me." Hugo whispered so softly, you didn't hear, but you felt his gaze fall on you again, "Wie wir." 'Like us...'  he referred to you, and himself. He knew you were right. He was tortured by the nazis as a traitor once, and for a moment, it horrified him to even imagine you going through something like that. In that moment, each and every basterd flocked to the table to hold down Wicki, who was screaming at the top of his lungs and beginning to thrash around. You focused back on him, looked into his wide, pain-struck eyes, and sweaty, palid face. "Just one minute more," you looked around as the basterds, just before you picked up the pace. Wicki's eyes feverishly focused on yours as you shook your head sincerely, and whispered "Es tut mir leid, es tut mir so leid, Liebling, nur noch eine Minute." "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, darling, just a minute more." His breathing slowed a little as you worked quickly, and he tried his best to hold still as you whispered, "Du bist in Ordnung. Du bist in Ordnung, alles ist in Ordnung, Wil." "You're ok. You're ok, everything's ok, Wil." Hugo  glanced up, seeing how gentle you were, and his heart sank a little, dismissing the fleeting hope that some day, someone somewhere would show at least an ounce of the kindness you showed to Wicki. "There, not so bad, was it?" You pulled the last stitch shut, and smiled wearily down at your old friend, who smiled through the pain, and murmured, "You're still here..." "I'd never leave," you smiled softly, as you patted sweat away from his skin. It was then that he looked up at you, "I'm sorry that I did." You shook your head, "That was so long ago," you smiled kindly at him, as Hugo looked on, wondering what had happened. "Y/n..." Wicki tried to get up, put you shook your head, "Rest now. We'll talk in the morning." Aldo asked Hugo, "What's goin' on?" Hugo glanced at you, then Wicki, then looked to his lieutenant. "Y/n...” He paused, and sighed slightly as he said your name, “Y/n  and Wicki knew each other once..." Donny shrugged, "Guess the address thing makes sense now..." **** It was decided later that night, in a relaxed and relieved circle littered with drinks, that Wicki was going to stay with you until he recovered. The basterds would come back for him. The next morning, Hugo was trying to think of something to say. He said something you already knew to be true, "We'll come back." "I know," you smiled softly, and it melted his heart. You were both quiet for an instant more than Hugo wanted. Normally, he was comfortable in silence, but, he liked hearing your voice. Somehow, it soothed aching memories that always lingered in the back of his mind. "I'm sorry if I scared you when-" You shook your head, "Don't be." "For yelling..." "I understand," You smiled a little again, poured him a drink, and handed it to him kindly. He looked at it, then at you. You both looked at each other for a moment or two, then couldn't help but to kiss. When it was over, Hugo opened his eyes a few moments after you did and remained breathless, and you giggled quietly as he smiled to hide a red shade of embarassment, It had been a long time since he kissed anyone. Longer still since he'd felt anything close to what he felt for you. "Can I make it up to you?" Suddenly, your expression changed. Something cunning, something lurking behind the kind smiles and soft giggles emerged in the form of a smirk and a twisted wink, "Bring me a nazi or two when you come back here." **** You and Wicki caught up, telling each other any and everything. Well...the one thing you didn't tell him was the time that you kissed Hugo. Some time passed. It was nearly four in the morning. You were halfway up the stairs on your way to your bedroom. Wicki had fallen asleep hours before, and was in another bedroom. Suddenly, you heard pounding at the door, and you stopped in your tracks. You sighed. It was a toss up between nazis searching your home again, the basterds coming back for Wicki, or a housecall for a sudden burst appendix. By the time you got downstairs, Wicki was already standing by the door, with a revolver in his hand. "Way to raise suspicions." He panicked for a moment, "If they're nazis, just...well...just say we're married an-" "That would never work! They'd know from records, first of all. Second of all, I wouldn't marry you." He rolled his eyes, "I forgot how mean you were." You both heard a familiar voice behind the door, "Wir sind keine Nazis" 'We're not nazis.' You smiled, and opened the door, finding the basterds there, Hugo up front, holding two nazis whose mouths were duct taped, and wrists were tied. "But we brought you a gift." You chuckled, "Come in, boys." You quickly shut the door so no one would see. Then again, only basterds like them would be up at that hour. "Gift number one, this boy here done broke his arm fightin' that nazi over there."  Aldo nudged Utivich over to you. The poor kid was holding up his arm, and seemed green from the pain. "How long's it been this way?" You asked as you started to feel for the broken bone. Utivich grimaced, "A few hours." "Come on," you led them all back to the sliding bookcase, and brought them all to the hidden room. "Sit there." You looked up, "Well the good new is, it isn't broken." Utivich shut his eyes as he rolled his head back, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Well it fucking feels like it." You nodded with a sigh, "I know but it's...oh shit...what's the word...." You glanced not to Wicki, but to Hugo. Wicki was stunned for a moment, but...he had suspected some things. By suspected...he saw you and Hugo kiss before the basterds left. He smiled, as you looked to Hugo and said, "Ausgerenkte?" He nodded, "Y/n says it's dislocated." "You're....you're gonna..." You saw the fear in the poor kid's eyes, and you smiled kindly, "It'll only take a second, don't worry. Take a breath,"  sure enough, as much as it hurt, and as much as he groaned, you remarked, "Don't scream too much, or you'll scare the next two." Hugo smirked, and looked at you. There it was again, that glint of something plotting...something vengeful beyond the gentle eyes and smiles. Once you were done fixing up Utivich's arm, you offered to put up the basterds for a few days so they could all rest. Once the basterds settled in, most of them fell asleep immediately. This was the first time they had warm, relatively safe beds to sleep in months. Only Hugo stayed awake, waiting until he heard you come upstairs. But he didn't. He heard the bookcase slide shut, and nothing after that. He looked for you, as soon as morning came, and in that hidden room, something unspeakable had happened. Something with an unmistakable flair for the macabre, and yet, with surgical precision. It was almost surreal. But revenge was revenge, and it was beautiful in Hugo's eyes, just as you were. He looked at your work, and the unidentifiable nazis, then at you. "This place is sound proof, isn't it..." That smirk was all he needed as an answer. He smirked right back. All evidence was expertly wiped down. The results of your experiment were left somewhere the nazis in the city could find as a warning, but not traced back to you. Soon, it was the basterds' last night staying with you. Hugo noted you were quieter, and a little distant. The silence wasn't so unnerving this time, just heartbreaking. Hugo kissed you, and you kissed him. There was an air of desparation shared by both of you, knowing that nothing was ever certain in the time you lived in. He broke away from your lips for a spare moment, and whispered, 'Ich werde zurück kommen.' "I'll come back." You smiled softly, remembering the last time he promised that. "Ich weiß." 'I know.' You looked up at him. Your quiet, soft smile fading into something more as you began to wrap your legs around him. He smirked at you,  shutting the bookcase behind him, as he wrapped his arms around you, winking about the sound proof room, as he remarked "Sicherheit zuerst," 'Safety first.'

[osakaso5]

Halloween Event Story

~Fluffy Blast Racing~ Chapter 4: A Transformation

Chapter Index

Minami: ...I see. So they followed you here without your knowledge.

Haruka: Aren't these the things you were just talking about, Minami..!?

Torao: What do you mean?

Haruka: Minami said you and Toma would find something today.

Toma: Seriously..? I didn't know his fortunes had gotten that accurate...

Minami: Hee hee, though there was no way I could've predicted how cute they'd be.

Haruka: I've never seen these things before. What are they?

Minami: ...They may well be the extraterrestrial lifeforms Nagi told me about...

Toma: Extraterrestrial...? So, aliens?

Minami: I don't know for certain, but my heat sensor reacts to them, meaning they should be similar to certain types of animals...

Torao: Hey. Where did you guys come from?

???: Tora... torara...

Torao: Ah, I forgot you can't speak our language.

Toma: ...Hey, Minami! Can't you make some kinda translator thingy for us?

Toma: It feels like these furballs could really use our help with something.

Haruka: ...Ah..! Minami, the mat..!

Minami: Right. We should give that a try.

Toma: You already have something!?

Minami: Just a prototype I based on a translator Momo made, but it might do the trick...

Haruka: It's called Peep Mat, and it's supposed to tell you how inanimate objects feel...

Torao: Hmm... so it's for peeping into their thoughts.

Toma: P-peeping..? That sounds kinda weird, what were you planning to use it for..?

Haruka: Oh yeah, it was super weird.

Minami: Was it, now? Thanks to the mat, you got to know how much Spanny...

Haruka: Aaaaah!

Toma: "Spanny"..?

Haruka: S-Spanny's just the name of a dog that lives in my neighborhood. Don't worry about it.

Torao: ...In any case, let's test out that mat.

Toma: Do we just put these guys on the mat..?

Minami: Yes. Then, you push this switch...

Torao: Alright, get over here.

???: Tora... torara...

Haruka: ...Doesn't that one kinda look like you, Torao?

Torao: Press the switch, Minami.

Minami: Haha, how exciting. 

Click

???: .........

???: Toma... ma...

???: Haa... ha... ple...

???: Mi... lp.. us...

???: Please help us!

All: ........!?

All: Help you..?

- - - -

Minami: I see... So you did come from another planet, like I thought.

Haruka: They're space aliens...

Beige Cotton: Yes, we cottons come from another planet.

Beige Cotton: Do you work for i7 Corporation?

Toma: Nope... We know people from there, but we're only working for the P.G. Garage, racing and fixing up cars...

Green Cotton: Fixing cars?

Brown Cotton: Racing..!?

Toma: Y-yeah. But if you've got business with the Corp, them we can call 'em...

Cottons: .........

Cottons: We have a request for you!

Toma: No need to get all shouty on us... What's up?

Red Cotton: P-pardon us! We come from a planet called Desert Colony.

Red Cotton: It was once the Mecca of car racing, where people from all over would test their skills.

Red Cotton: But then the dusts appeared, taking over our races and making a mess of our circuits...

Beige Cotton: We asked our fellow cottons on another planet for help, and they told us of Earthlings who had helped them...

Torao: And that's how you ended up here.

Cottons: Yes..!

Toma: How did they just take over like that?

Green Cotton: The dusts are violent in nature, and only seek to do bad things.

Brown Cotton: They reproduce quickly, turning streets uninhabitable for anyone but themselves...

Brown Cotton: There was nothing we could do to stop them...

Cottons: Earthlings..! Won't you please help us!?

Minami: The ones who helped your fellow cottons were the people of i7 Corporation, not us.

Beige Cotton: Perhaps so... But you race and repair vehicles for a living, do you not?

Torao: Yeah. We operate a car workshop to fund our racing.

Torao: That way, we get to make our own rides!

Brown Cotton: ...Then you are exactly who we need!

Brown Cotton: We and the dusts are also racers, but we cannot match their skill as we are now...

Brown Cotton: Won't you give us a hand?

Torao: I don't know... How are we supposed to beat those dusts, exactly?

Red Cotton: The dusts have decreed that everyone must obey the winners of the race, so that is all you would need to do.

Minami: But if you're also racers, couldn't you try beating them yourselves?

Brown Cotton: ...To tell you the truth, we do not even have a proper car to race in.

Beige Cotton: The dusts have a monopoly on everything from engines to tires, leaving us unable to build a vehicle that could race...

Minami: ...I see.

Haruka: Then what difference does it make if we go to your planet and try to race there?

Green Cotton: Though the dusts have all the good parts to themselves, there are still less than optimal parts available.

Beige Cotton: We lack the skill to build a suitable vehicle from such parts...

Haruka: ...So you want us to help?

Cottons: Yes..!

Beige Cotton: You have that Earthling's driving techniques, as well as the technical prowess to support his skill.

Beige Cotton: Both are simply incredible, I might add! I believe that you will defeat the dusts!

Minami: Oh my, I do enjoy a good compliment.

Haruka: Hehe, of course our tech's incredible! Minami planned it, and I built it.

Torao: You guys certainly have an eye for races.

Toma: ........

Minami: What's the matter, Toma?

Toma: ...Nothing.

Red Cotton: And we mustn't forget the designs! They are so very cool! Especially these lightning bolts...

Toma: I KNOW, right!?

Haruka: Whoa! Stop yelling!

Minami: Good for you, Toma.

Brown Cotton: I believe you may be even more qualified than the Earthlings we originally came here for..!

Cottons: Please, help save our home!

All: .......!

Toma: Guys, let's help 'em.

Minami: At the risk of sounding callous... We don't even have enough money for our own race, and we can't just leave our work undone...

Haruka: ...He's got a point...

Torao: As much as I'd like to help, we've got our own share of trouble to deal with...

Toma: But guys...

Red Cotton: Worry not! If you win our race, you will receive the prize money!

Red Cotton: And it's quite a sum, since the race will be held between the greatest racers from all over the galaxy!

All: .......!

Toma: In other words, if we win that race for you...

Haruka: We'll get...

Green Cotton: Yes..! And you won't need to share the prize with us, of course.

Toma: N-not even a little?

Minami: We're grateful for the offer, but are you sure?

Brown Cotton: Yes! All we want is to stop the dusts, which we'll be able to do as long as you win!

Torao: I guess that'll solve everything for the both of us, then.

Toma: Awesome! Let's do it!

Toma: Ain't this what you'd call a prize-prize situation!?

Haruka: I think you mean "win-win situation".

Toma: Haha, whatever!

Minami: Now, how do we get on your planet?

Beige Cotton: First, you'll fuse with us, forming a fluff.

All: A fluff..?

Beige Cotton: Yes. Through fusion, we should be able to transport you to our planet.

Haruka: What do you mean by fusion?

Beige Cotton: It'll be faster if we show you! Let us begin.

Torao: Sounds fun. Let's do it.

Toma: Go ahead!

Beige Cotton: Here we go!

Cottons: Fusion!

Haruka: Whoa... What!? T-they got sucked in..!

Minami: They're going inside our bodies...

Toma: ...Is it just me, or do you guys feel warm..?

Torao: Yeah, and now we're glowing, too...

Haruka: Are you sure this is safe!?

All: .......! 

- - - -

All: ........

Toma: H-hey, Haruka... You need to look in a mirror, quick!

Haruka: Huh!? I could say the same to you! You're all fluffy now..!

Torao: H-hey! Don't tell me, we...

Toma: W-we...

Haruka, Toma, & Torao: We turned into fluffs!?

Minami: Hee hee. You all look adorable.

Toma: How are you so calm, Minami!?

Minami: Oh, are you not excited by our mystical transformation?

Toma: I'd rather not find excitement by leaving my body...

Haruka: Was that the fusion..? We're fluffs... Fluffs...

Torao: My body's so round now... And I've got short little arms and legs...

Toma: H-hey! Get a grip, Haruka and Torao!

Minami: What is the science behind a transformation like this, I wonder?

Beige Cotton: <We don't have the time for a detailed explanation now, but this is what you'll look like when fused with us.>

Beige Cotton: <As long as you're fluffs, you should be able to use the warp zone to get to our planet.>

Toma: W-what..!? I can hear a voice talking in my head!

Torao: Hey! Tell me we can still go back to normal! I can't take girls out for dinner looking like this!

Haruka: Are you sure girls are your biggest worry right now?

Torao: Of course, there's so many of them waiting for me.

Toma: At least worry about our race or something, man.

Torao: Just turn me back to normal, now!

Brown Cotton: <Our apologies, but the only way we can dissolve the fusion is with elements from our planet's atmosphere...>

Minami: ...In other words, we'll get back into our human forms if we go to your planet and help solve your problem.

Torao: Should've told us up front.

Brown Cotton: <Apologies, but you did not ask...>

Torao: ........

Red Cotton: <In any case, you are the only ones who can help us!>

Minami: ...I suppose all we need to do is get to their home planet.

Minami: I'm sure space travel will be fun.

Haruka: You just wanna see what it's like...

Minami: What was that, Haruka?

Haruka: Nah, forget it...

Torao: I'll just prepare for the worst...

Minami: So, how do we warp to your planet?

Green Cotton: <From the manhole behind this building!>

Haruka: A manhole? That sounds way simpler than I thought.

Torao: And now we're diving into a manhole... At least it probably won't stink...

Toma: You don't know that!

Minami: This is all so exciting. 

- - - -

Red Cotton: <Over here, Earthlings!>

Toma: Alright, here goes nothing! Let's jump..!

Toma: Waaaah!

Minami: I'm right behind you...

Haruka: Yep..!

Torao: Aah, I'm falling..! 

- - - -

Haruka: ...D-do you guys feel something soft in here..?

Minami: Where are we..?

Toma: Why am I upside down!?

Torao: .......! Hey, I see something!

All: Waaaaah! 

To be continued...

Translator’s notes..? 

all of the cottons are technically only referred to as “cotton”, but I added their corresponding colors to their names to make it easier to know who’s talking

[trashmouth-tozier89]

Welcome to the Loser’s Club, Asshole! - Ch.1 | T W O

Warnings: swearing, a very mild sexual innuendo - everything you’d expect with Richie

Word Count: 3,740

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader, Platonic!Stan Uris x Reader

A/N - second chapter of my first series! i’m really liking the way this is turning out, considering i’ve never written a rewrite of a pre-existing movie/book! i’ve not planned what each chapter is going to contain, so i’m praying this works out in the long run. if you haven’t noticed, i don’t particularly have a schedule for publishing these chapters, but i am just trying to get them all out as soon as possible so it can be more of a binge read than having to wait :/

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“Take everything but the Delicious Deals, guys. My mom loves ‘em” Eddie instructed as Richie swung the kitchen cabinet doors open with full force, taking out whatever food he could find. “Hey! First you said the Barrens and now you’re saying the sewer. I mean, what if we get caught?”

Eddies seemed hesitant, his words coming out in whispers towards the end of his sentence. Eddie was rather obedient when it came to authority; he didn’t like standing up to people he thought were right. But Bill had insisted the sewers were the perfect place to search for the missing 7 year old, so he tried his best to convince Eddie; “We won’t Eds, the sewers are p-p-public works. We’re the public, aren’t we?”

“Hey, Eddie, these your birth control pills?” Richie pitched in, pointing to the bottles of pills which filled a whole cabinet; he smirked at the joke, proud like he always was.

“Yeah, and I’m saving it for your sister. This is private stuff” Eddie retorted, Bill sniggering in the background. The boys went to leave the house, and head to the Barrens, before being stopped in their tracks by Eddie’s mother.

“Eddie bear, where you boys off to in such a rush?” She spoke, in such a sickeningly sweet tone; anyone could tell she was disguising ill intentions. Sonia Kaspbrak was the kind of mother who was very protective over her child; Eddie could never go anywhere without some kind of interrogation. That’s just the way it was in the Kaspbrak house. They boys stood silent for what felt like minutes, but thankfully was only a few seconds, trying to piece together an excuse. There was no way they could tell her they were going to the Sewers, she’d have gone berserk.

“Um… j-j-just my backyard Mrs K” Bill stuttered out, thinking up something on the spot, “I got a new-“

“A new croquet set. Jeez, spit it out b-b-b-Bill” Richie chimed in when Bill was unable to finish his sentence; Bill wasn’t always the best at lying to peoples face, but that was practically Richie’s talent.

“Okay” Sonia wasn’t sure if she believed them or not, specifically whether she believed Richie or not, but she accepted it anyway because surely her son wouldn’t lie to her. “Oh, and sweetie, don’t go rolling around on the grass. Especially if it’s just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get”

“Yes Mom – let’s go” Eddie practically whispered, wanting to leave as soon as possible; he didn’t exactly like his mother like most children should. It was a complicated relationship.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Eddie knew exactly what his mother meant by this, and so huffed loudly while approaching the woman who was slumped down in her armchair, planting a small kiss on her cheek. He knew he was going to be the pit of Richie’s jokes for the next hour or so, especially considering Richie was now sniggering rather loudly from the hallway.

“Do you want one from me too Mrs K?” Richie chuckled, but before he could even look in Sonia’s direction, Eddie was shoving him out the door chanting “No, no, no”. Thankfully, Richie was out the door in seconds, so Eddie quickly apologised and shut the door behind him.

***

“Mom, are you in here?” Y/N shouted as she walked into the backyard shed, hoping to find her mother in there considering she was nowhere else to be found. With the house all furnished and looking like a real home now, Y/N was starting to feel a lot more settled in and like Derry was where she had lived her whole life. Her mother had even agreed to let Y/N turn the backyard shed into a birdwatching hut that she and Stanley could spend their time birdwatching in; it thankfully had a window at the back which looked straight into the forestry behind the house, so all it would need was a little makeover and it would be perfect.

“Just here, love. What do you need?” she shouted back, watching Y/N’s face light up as she entered. Y/N’s mother had spent the last hour or two painting the walls of the shed green so that no bird would be afraid to fly near it. It wasn’t the way she wanted to spend her first day in Derry, but when she heard how excited Y/N was when she got home and exclaimed she had made her first friend and that they had bonded over birdwatching, she was more than happy to help her daughter make friends.

“Can I spend the day with Stan and his other friends?” Y/N questioned, a spring in her step at the idea of spending the day with her newly found friends; though she had realised she only actually knew Stan’s name. She just referred to the other 3 as ‘the short one’, ‘the one with the stutter’ and ‘the cute one’. She wasn’t really sure why, but she really hoped that the cute one would be there when she met up with them. There was something about him that made her want to get to know him.

“Of course love, but be home by 5 at the latest” she answered, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek and sending her on her way. Y/N rushed out to the front of her house, waiting patiently for Stan and the rest to arrive after agreeing on the phone the night before that he would meet her at her house. Only after a few minutes of waiting around, she heard the skidding of bike wheels against the tarmac road before looking up to see the boy with the stutter slamming down his brakes.

“H-h-hey” he smiled, looking your way and then behind him to see the three other boys speeding down the road at a speed nowhere near as fast as he’d been going. Y/N giggled at the sight of the boy’s faces of annoyance.

“Slow down Bill, we can’t keep up!” Stan yelled, slowing down once he got in front of you.

“Don’t blame me, blame Silver!”

“Yeah Stan, it’s not Bills fault he finishes fast” the boy with glasses shouted as he too pulled up, shortly followed by the short one. Y/N let out a small snigger at the boys joke, and he looked to her with a smirk on his face, while the others looked at her like she had just committed a crime. Not many people laughed at his jokes, and when they did it was usually out of pity, so it was nice for him to receive some admiration. “I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself; Richie Toziers the name, and doing voices is my game”

The boys all rolled their eyes at Richie’s poor attempt of a British accent, but Y/N chuckled rather loudly at his introduction. She liked his humour, it was unlike any she’d heard before, but that was in a good way; it was funnier than she’d heard before. She shook his hand, but instead he went to kiss it gently as if she were a princess.

“A-and I’m Eddie.” The small one chimed in from the background, a wide grin on his face as he looked at her. She smiled back, sending a small wave over to the boy who instantly sent one back, blushing a little. Eddie seemed quite shy, she realised, but that wasn’t to say that was a bad thing; she’d just have to let him warm up her a little.

“It’s lovely to meet you Eddie. And you’re Bill” she grinned; looking towards the boy she’d heard the name of a few times already. He nodded, smiling back. Bill always loved making new friends; in fact all the boys did, so she was more than welcome to join the Loser’s club. “I’m Y/N L/N; I moved to Derry a few days ago.”

“A-are we ready to go?” Stan urged, finding it a little awkward that he had just been standing here for the past 5 minutes while the other 3 boys practically drooled over Y/N; he understood, she was pretty, very pretty indeed, but at least he was able to control himself. He did find it rather amusing how hung Richie was; he would normally have been spurring out vulgar comments and pickup lines by this point, but he hadn’t said a crude joke at all, well not to Y/N. The thing was, he didn’t want to scare her away; Richie had a tendency of being too loud and vulgar most of the times, and this tended to earn him eye rolls and scoffs instead of laughs. His jokes were purely his humour, and most people didn’t have the same humour as Richie.

“Bill decided the Sewers would be better to look” Eddie mentioned, considering both Stan and Y/N hadn’t been there that morning to hear the conversation. Stan was fine with it, he didn’t really want to be searching for Georgie in the first place and either way they were splashing around in shitty water. Y/N, however, responded with a look of disappointment and… worry?

“Is that okay, Y/N?” Richie asked rather quickly once he noticed the look on her face; admittedly it was a little embarrassing for him but he didn’t want Y/N to feel uncomfortable- seriously, what was happening to Richie?

“O-oh, yeah it’s fine. I just, I wouldn’t have worn once of my nice dresses if I knew we were going to the sewers…” she muttered, playing with the hem of the skirt adorned on her body. She wanted to impress the boys, specifically Richie, so she wore one of her cuter dresses that she thought made her look nice. Why was she trying to impress the boys?

“You could go ch-ch-change if you want, we have all day” Bill offered, but she could tell his face was desperate to get going and searching for whatever it was they were looking for.

“No, that’s okay.” She grinned, not wanting to hold the boys up. They all mounted their bikes, while Y/N stood awkwardly, until they noticed she didn’t have her own bike. She had never been much of a bike rider in her childhood, so she never saw the need to waste her pocket money on one.

“You can ride on the back of mine, if you want?” Richie offered, cheeks blushing as he noticed the boys were sniggering; it wasn’t loud enough for Y/N to hear, but Richie had. He couldn’t comprehend why this girl made him feel so nervous, when usually he was what he liked to a ladies man. After watching the boys mock him, he tried his best to make them shut up by adding a Richie quirk to his question; “That is, if you can manage to keep your hands to yourself, sweetcheeks”

“I think I’ll manage that just fine, thank you” she smirked back, climbing onto the back of the bike and wrapping her arms around the boy’s waist, watching as the other boys laughed at Richie’s expense. She felt him clench slightly as she touched him, but she thought nothing of it; however, she had begun to feel a little guilty for what she said. As Richie and the others started cycling to the destination, Y/N felt it needed to apologise; “I’m sorry if that was rude”

“It’s all good, sweetcheeks. Maybe you could make it up to me later” he quirked up, his confidence suddenly skyrocketing when she giggled softly into the crook of his neck. He was glad she found his jokes funny; it meant he wouldn’t have to hold back from being himself to impress her, even if he didn’t know why he wanted to. Probably just because she’s knew to the group, he thought to himself, yeah that’s why.

“Oh yeah, and what would that entail?”

“Well, you’d come around to my house, because my parents won’t be in. I’ll take you up to my room and-“

“Beep beep Richie” Stan shouted from his bike in front, stopping Richie from finishing the awful sentence considering he knew Richie would happily have gone into full detail of their sexual escapades, and Stan didn’t want to hear that. Thankfully for the rest of the ride, the group were silent, and it only really took them 5 minutes to arrive at the sewer entrance.

***

“That’s poison ivy, and that’s poison ivy. And that’s poison ivy” Stan stated, pointing at almost every plant and tree they passed walking down the riverbank.

“Where? Where’s the poison ivy?” Eddie hesitated, being the germaphobe he was. He searched every plant, inspecting them to ensure he was in no danger. There was no way Eddie was going to let himself get a rash from poison ivy; he could probably catch one just from standing near it.

“Nowhere, not every fucking plant is poison ivy Stanley!” Richie complained, rolling his eyes in the direction of the two boys who he knew were panicking over nothing. Stanley looked over to Y/N for some backup, and after inspecting the bigger plant closely, she easily confirmed it was, in fact, not poison ivy. One thing Stanley had learned about Y/N so far was that along with birdwatching, she was an avid nature lover; she could name a plant just by its leaf or a butterfly just by its wing.

“Okay, well I’m starting to get itchy now and I’m pretty sure this is not good for my-“ Eddie started complaining, before Richie cut in again; “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?”

“Sometimes, yeah”

“Then you probably have crabs” Richie retorted, stepping further into the sewage pipe with Bill far in front of him. Y/N had followed suit, forgetting all about the dress debacle she encountered earlier; she’d have never got to do something like this back in her hometown, she wanted to seize the moment.

“That’s so not funny”

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Richie turned around and asked, seeing Stan and Eddie still lurching at the entrance of the sewer. They were hesitant, extremely hesitant, to go any further than they already were.

“Uh-uh, it’s greywater” Eddie shook his head, gulping in disgust from even the sight of what Bill, Richie and Y/N were treading through.

“What’s greywater?” Y/N questioned from next to Bill, looking worried that this may have been a mistake after all. And Eddie’s answer proved her correct.

“It’s basically piss and shit, so I’m just telling you; you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. So…” Eddie pointed out, and watched as your face contorted into one similar to his; disgust. Richie on the other hand, had waded the end of his stick in the sewer water and lifted it up to his nose to sniff; “Are you serious? What are you—“

“Doesn’t smell like caca to me, senor” Richie retorted in a poor Spanish accent, if you could even call it that.

“Okay, I can smell it from here”

“It’s probably just your breath wafting back into your face.” Richie responded, making Eddie huff in annoyance.

Eddie took a deep inhale, trying his hardest not to freak out at Richie’s utter stupidity; not being very successful in his attempts. “Have you ever heard of a staph infection?”

“Oh, I’ll show you a staph infection” the boy in glasses retorted quickly, still messing around in the water with the stick he was holding. Eddie was not giving up on shaming Richie at all; “This is so unsanitary. You’re literally; this is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now. I mean, have you ever heard of Listeria?”

Richie chucks an old plastic bag on the end of his stick which had been floating in the shitty water towards the smaller boy, eliciting a loud scream and a very harsh response: “A-Are you retarded, you’re the reason why we’re in this position right now-“

“Guys!” Bill shouted over, interrupting the smaller boy and earning the attention of all 4. When they all looks over, they saw Bill holding up a shoe; Richie, Stan and Eddie were able to understand exactly what this may have meant, but Y/N was no clearer.

“What, what is that?” Y/N questioned, searching the boys faces for answers; Eddie looked disgusted that Bill was holding it with his bare hands, Richie looked sad as he readjusted his glasses, and Stan looked scared. But none of them were answering her question, and it was getting on her nerves.

“Shit. Don’t tell me that’s…” Stan trailed off, not wanting to say the name, but Bill caught on quickly.

“No, G-Georgie wore galoshes.” Bill spoke sadly, thankful it hadn’t been his brother’s shoe. Y/N was still searching for some answers, and when no one spoke for a second or two, she took the opportunity to try and find some; for all she knew, ‘Georgie’ had simply lost his shoes recently while playing in the sewers, and Bill was trying to find them. That was the only reasonable explanation.

“Okay, guys, can someone please explain what’s going on? What exactly are we looking for down here, and who’s Georgie?” She asked, trying not to show her slight anger at being ignored, but her tone implied very obviously that she was impatient for an answer. However, the boys were left speechless; none of them wanted to tell Y/N about Georgie in case Bill wasn’t ready for her to know, but they knew Bill would struggle to talk openly about it. He hadn’t even been able to admit verbally that the boy was obviously dead.

“G-g-g-Georgie wa-is, is my brother. H-he went missing a few months ago, but I know he’s down here somewhere.” Bill answered quietly, watching as the girls face dropped from anger to sadness within a second of hearing the word missing spill from the boy’s mouth. Oh, she thought, that’s why we’re down here. We’re searching for Bill’s missing brother. Dead brother – there was no way he could’ve survived down here for months. As she looked at Stan’s face, she could tell they knew Georgie was dead too, but she couldn’t say that to Bill.  

“I-I’m so sorry Bill, I, I didn’t know. We’ll try our best to find him, okay” she assured, making her way over to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He nodded slightly, sending her a sad but grateful smile. The tension was as awkward as it could’ve been, until Eddie brought the attention back to the shoe.

“Whose sneaker is it?” Richie and Y/N both leant over to inspect the inside of the shoe that Bill was shining his torch light on. It read very clearly, written in a black marker, B.RIPSOM. Y/N’s mind was cast back to the school day, where she heard another girl murmuring about someone named Betty Ripsom who had gone missing weeks before; they talked about it as if it was normal, something that didn’t even matter. At the time, she thought it was just a myth or a story she had made up, but now Y/N understood it was real. She peeked to watch Richie’s breath hitch in his throat before announcing to Stan and Eddie; “It’s Betty Ripsom’s”

“Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh, fuck! I don’t like this” Eddie swore, feeling himself beginning to panic.

“How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one frickin’ shoe” Richie joked, hopping to mimic the action described. Y/N slapped his arm harshly, sending him a look which clearly said that’s not funny, dude. When he noticed he was in fact the only one laughing at the joke, his face dropped immediately.

“What if she’s still here?” Stan proposed the idea, watching as the 4 considered the suggestion. After a second, Bill and Richie carried on down the tunnel, flashlight in hand. Y/N was much more hesitant now, not wanting to go any further in the case of ending up like Betty. Or Georgie.

“Y/N, Eddie, come on!” Richie shouted without even looking back.

“My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we’re playing down here, I’m serious. Bill?” Eddie complained, waiting for some voice of reason for Bill considering he usually had the good ideas. Although, Eddie was beginning to think that today, he didn’t have the good ideas.

“If…If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-g-georgie too.” Bill answered back, trying to convince the other boys and girl that this was important for him, and Betty and Georgie. He wasn’t doing this for fun, or to splash around and play, he wanted to find these people and restore them justice. And to prove that Georgie was alive.

“What if I don’t want to find them?” Eddie spoke up, earning the attention of the others. Y/N was rather shocked, but she agreed; she hated to say it but finding them would most likely end up with them going missing, and she didn’t want that. “I mean, no offense, Bill, but I don’t want to end up like G… I don’t want to go missing either”

“He has a point” Both Y/N and Stan spoke at the same time.

“Y-y-you too?” Bill stuttered out, and she could tell his heart was breaking at their words.

“It’s summer. We’re supposed to be having fun. This isn’t fun. This is scary and disgusting” Stan complained, his voice cracking on almost every word. Before anyone could say anything more, the sound of a splash behind them caught the attention of all 5, turning to see the source of the commotion. Y/N was out the sewer in an instant, stopping by Eddie and Stan’s sides to try and catch a glimpse of what may have been making such a large splash.

Their eyes landed on a boy, around their age, thrashing around in the water. He had attempted to stand up, before falling again.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” Richie shouted, and it was at that point Y/N realised what was wrong. The boy turned his head to face the crowd, and Y/N saw he was bleeding from his nose and stomach. Y/N sprinted over to the boy, Stan and Eddie following suit, to help him up. He had some serious injuries, and she could not figure out how we had a ‘H’ carved into his stomach. That was, however, when it clicked in her head.

Henry Bowers.

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It Had To Be You XLIII

Chapter Forty Three: Don’t Tell ‘Em

 Summary: Fast forward a year to June 2023 and It’s Bachelor Party time.

Warning: There’s a little bit more angst in this one than the last chapter but it’s still just for fun.

 Author’s Note: I’m going to try to have the rest of this series done in the next week or so but who knows, really, when they’ll be all finished. Keep in mind, even though I only put it at the start of the chapter, the whole thing is from Tyler’s perspective. Hopefully, that’s clear! Enjoy 😊

 Song Credit: Don’t Tell ‘Em -- Jeremih & YG

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Tyler’s P.O.V

  You wanted to stay in Dallas for your Bachelor Party because you didn’t want to have anything too crazy and the guys seemed to go along with it.

  “She had fun in Vegas huh?” Jesse laughed

  “She did. I’m glad she was able to let loose,” you smirked, “even just for one day”

  “She does seem a little tightly wound most of the time” Mike added, laughing to himself

  “Come on dude...” you scoffed

  “Am I wrong?” Mike scoffed, “I mean, come on, every time we hang out with her, she barely says a word.”

  “She’s a little shy, that doesn’t make her tightly wound” you answered before moving from the patio to the pool

  “She’s always silently judging us” Mike replied

  “No she’s not,” Jesse interjected, “you, maybe. The rest of us? Not so much”

  “Very funny” Mike chided

  “She’s a nice girl and I think she can smell the sleaze on you a mile away. So she stays away.” Jesse continued while you jumped in the pool; the dogs following quickly behind

  “All I’m saying is she doesn’t seem to... connect with us the way that you try to connect with her friends”

  “Mike,” you yelled, “stop. She tries to connect with everyone but she stays in contact with the people she feels comfortable with. You’re just not one of them”

  “I should be. I’m one of your best friends”

  “Stop whining!” Rads finally spoke up from where he sat near the grill, “you sound like a baby.” You laughed, tossing Gerry’s ball to the other end of the pool so he would chase it

  “Is that your problem with her?” you asked, climbing out of the pool, “that she doesn’t think you’re the shit?”

  “I AM THE SHIT!” Mike yelled back and the guys just laughed

  “Whatever,” you smirked, “I’m having the party here. (Y/N)’s back in Calgary to spend a little bit more time with Chris and Karen before the wedding. As long as nothing gets broken, everything is fine”

  “There’s no guarantee that nothing will get broken” Jesse joked

  “Well... try...” you smiled..

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  Jamie started setting up stuff for the party while you called (Y/N) to check in

  “How’s everything?” she asked

  “Good. I had a bit of a.. disagreement with Mike yesterday but it was dealt with,” you answered, “so we’re good”

  “Is he going to be a problem tonight?”

  “Not for me. He might be a problem for himself”

  “Right..” she hesitated, “I guess what I meant was is he going to cause problems for you...?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t make me say it...”

  “Say what?”

  “Tyler...”

  “I honestly don’t know what you mean. I can take care of myself?” you questioned

  “Is he going to be inviting girls over and try to get you to.. do stuff?”

  “I can’t say he won’t,” you admitted, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll do anything. I love you. I’m marrying you. I don’t want any other girl.” You heard her sigh and you hoped it was out of relief

  “Okay. That makes me feel better.” You could hear the smile on her face but you had to make sure she knew,

  “There will be strippers though...”

  “I would hope so.” She laughed and you told her she had nothing to worry about before Jamie called you to help him with something

  “I should probably go”

  “Okay, love you!”

  “Love you!” You hung up the phone and wandered over to where Jamie was, laughing at the decorations he had put up

  “What?” he asked, turning his head when he heard your laugh

  “What is this?”

  “It’s a sign” he answered sarcastically

  “We don’t need that.”

  “Don’t need it or you don’t want it?”

  “Both? It’s just a party and I happen to be getting married...”

  “It’s a little more than just a regular party”

  “Yeah, maybe,” you answered, “but the point of having it here was to make it more... normal?”

  “Normal?”

  “You know.. like not themed or not a huge deal. Not about me. I have parties here all the time. This is just another party.”

  “Alright. If you say so,” he replied, “I’ll take down the sign.” Jamie did just that and you gave him an exaggerated thumbs up as you headed into the kitchen to grab your keys off the counter.

  “I’m going to pick up some stuff, need anything?”

  “GET SOME CHIPS!” he yelled to you

  “Okay!” you returned, leaving the house. While you were out, you suspected that the guys would cram in and have the house packed and music blaring by the time you got back. Sure enough, you pulled into your driveway to your door open, the music vibrating through your car and people piling inside.

  “THERE HE IS!” Jesse yelled when you walked through the door, “the guest of ‘Honour.’ Our favourite bachelor.”

  “Looks like you guys have been having a lot of fun already” you joked

  “You need a drink” Jesse said, directing you to the kitchen before taking you to play Beer Pong. It didn’t take you long to feel the effects of the alcohol and when Mike brought over a group of girls, who you swore were College freshmen, you turned back to your old self; flirting recklessly and draping your arms around each girl.

  “STRIPPERS ARE HERE!” Mike yelled when he noticed two women in uniform walk into the house. They sat you down in your living room and began their routine while your friends fed you drinks; by the time the girls were done, you were falling over your chair and your own feet when you finally stood up. It didn’t stop Mike, though, from getting the girls to grind on you while he took video of it.

  “You’re actually getting married?” the girl asked

  “Yeah” you slurred

  “Why?” she asked, leaning her head back to fall on your shoulder

  “Because she’s got him whipped” Mike laughed and the girls around you laughed

  “Because I love her” you corrected

  “And because you’re whipped”

  “Shut the fuck up, Mike” you looked up at him as he continued to film and the girl continued to dance on you

  “There’s nothing wrong with a little whipping,” he laughed, “as long as you’re able to whip back.”

 “You know, you run your mouth a lot, Seander,” you argued, finally moving away from the girl in front of you, “but you’re just a sad, little boy who can’t find someone to love him”

  “Oh is that right?”

  “Yeah that’s right!”

  “Okay, boys, calm down” Jamie tried separated you two, feeling the fight coming on

  “No, let him finish, Jamie” Mike yelled, slurring his words

  “Tyler don’t” Jamie pleaded

  “You’re a lonely, pathetic, fuckboy who can’t commit to one girl so you stoop to hooking up with girls almost half your age. Basically, you’re bordering statutory rape charges all for a good time”

  “And you’re a scared athlete who’s worried that no one will fuck him when his career is over that you’re marrying some bitch who judges every one around him”

  “I swear to fucking god, Mike, you say one more shitty thing about my fiancée and I’ll throw you into the window,” you seethed, barely noticing the circle of people forming around you and Mike, “you’re the only person she judges because she see’s right through you”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “You’re never gonna grow up. You’re gonna be 80 years old and reliving ‘the glory days’ when girls actually wanted to suck your dick and get drunk with you. You’re gonna be a has-been before you’re 50. She see’s that and I see it too b--” Before you were able to finish your thought, his fist connected with your face and you stumbled backward for a second before launching forward and punching him in the jaw; starting a full on brawl that lasted somewhere between 10 and 20 minutes before you were pulled apart.

  “We’re done!” Mike yelled, “we’re over! You finally made the choice to end us!”

  “Whatever Mike,” you shouted back, “Walk away!” you turned and started toward your room, hearing footprints follow behind you

  “You’re gonna regret this!” he called after you and you couldn’t tell, really, what he was referring to but you couldn’t focus on it too much because you were starting to feel really tired; you fumbled with your phone when you sat down on your bed

  “Maybe you shouldn’t be calling anyone right now” a voice said, taking your phone from your hands

  “I just wanted to text her” you whined, looking for the face that went along with the voice

  “Don’t think that’s such a good idea either” she laughed and you finally found her. The girl from the kitchen who had been dancing on you before your fight with Mike

  “What are you doing in here?”

  “I brought you some ice” she admitted, sitting close to you to put the ice on your eye

  “Thanks” you whispered, thinking you’d take the ice away from you but you let her hold it there.

  “How are you feeling? That fight was pretty bad. Guess your girl doesn’t like your best friend?”

  “They’re just... different people”

  “You sure you wanna be with someone who’s so different from the people in your life?”

  “I love her”

  “Do you?” she asked, leaning forward slightly and you furrowed your brow

  “Where’s my phone?” you snapped, taking the bag of ice from her and pulling away from her

  “Here” she said, handing it to you and you sent (Y/N) an almost ineligible text

  “I miss you“ you started

  “Having fun?” she replied

  “Don’t want the fighting because I miss you”

  “What?”

  “He left and we fought and now dhevb bia nw”

  “Tyler, baby, I love you. but I think you should put the phone away and get some sleep.” You finished reading her text just as the girl took it back from you, making sure to send a quick reply before setting the phone aside

  “I love you” the message read and she knelt down in front of you to take the ice bag away

  “I love her”

  “Okay” she said, taking your shoes off before moving her hands up your thighs

  “I’m marrying her” you continued as her body connected closely to yours

  “I know” her eyes met yours and her hands circled around your neck and you reluctantly breathed across the skin on her neck

  “I want to marry her” the words were smothered by this girls lips connecting with yours. It was the last thing you remember and you hoped that it was all that happened.

[hannahindie]

Not Part of the Plan

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,853 Warnings: Language

A/N: This is only like...my second time writing Bucky, really. (The other time is in We’re No Heroes...which maybe I’ll pick back up during this quarantine.) I enjoyed writing him, and I hope you enjoy it, too! 

Beta’d by @amanda-teaches​ (who you can thank for the idea since it was written for her 2k Celebration, which you can find HERE, and the prompt is bolded). I didn’t break her heart this time, so I’m proud of myself for that. Also beta’d by @pinknerdpanda​, who always leaves me such beautiful reviews and straight up tells me when I mess the words up. (My old eyes ain’t what they used to be.)

Also, tags are at the bottom. Unless you’ve otherwise stated, I’m tagging my Forevers list. If you don’t want Marvel, let me know. If you want all the things because you just like my words, let me know. And, if you decide to be tagged, I hope to see you interact! It’s not like...a must. But I do love hearing from you all, it makes my soul happy. And in times like these, everyone needs some soul happy. Also, it makes me want to write more for you! 

Alrighty, on with the show!

This did not go the way I had planned it at all. 

Not that any of my plans really...I don’t know...work. But I manage to squeak by. It generally doesn’t go over well with whoever I’m working with, but I’m adorable so that makes up for it. Usually. 

But this time, things are different. In my defense, the original plan was not my idea, not by a long shot. You can blame Stark for that. The one after the original one failed...that one was mine. I don’t really want to accept the blame for that part, but I’m not so sure my partner would agree. 

Speaking of…

I can feel the anger radiating from him, and I can guarantee he’s not even looking at me. I chance a quick glance, and all I really see is the glint of sunlight off metal. 

“Listen, in my defense, that move usually works.” 

Silence.

I shift against the wall I’m leaning against, and realize we might be in some deeper shit than I thought. My side feels like someone has jammed a hot poker in between my ribs and twisted, and the hand I’m holding against it is sticky with drying blood. I squeeze my eyes shut, and force back the tears that are threatening to spill. I will not cry in front of him. 

“Come on, Barnes, you can’t be that mad at me. I mean, I know this sucks, but where’s your sense of adventure?” 

He whips around and I suddenly forget my next thought. His hair has started to fall out of the man bun he’d wrapped it in, and tendrils of dark hair are framing his face...now is not the time, Y/N. 

“Sense of adventure? Sense of adventure?” He stomps toward me, his hands clenched at his side. “Adventure is jumping in the car and not knowing where you’re gonna go! Adventure is takin’ a girl on a first date and deciding whether or not you’re gonna kiss her! I hate to break it to you, doll, but this,” he motions vaguely at the abandoned building we are trapped in, “this is not an adventure.” His gaze shifts to where my hand is holding my side. “What the fuck is that?”

“Oh, this little ol’ thing? It’s nothing, just a souvenir from our not adventure. It’s fine.” 

“It doesn’t look fine. Let me see it.”  

I flinch away from his hand, “Stop it. I’ve had worse, I’m fine. Why don’t we just try to figure out how to get out of here, huh? Please tell me that we have some kind of back up coming?”

“How the fuck should I know? The only part of the plan I was aware of has already failed, and unless you added that into your brilliant back up plan, then no, probably not.” I yank my jacket off and wrap it around my waist, sending fire through the wound as it squeezes tightly against it. Bucky opens his mouth to comment on my obvious discomfort, but immediately closes it. Instead, he turns away and walks across the room, carefully looking through the window. 

“Well, what do you see?” 

“Soldiers.” 

I roll my eyes, “That’s vague. How many?” 

He turns to look at me and the seriousness of the situation hits home when I see his face. “Lots.” 

I make a mental note to punch Tony in the dick if we manage to make it out of this in one piece. “Define lots.” 

“Sweetheart, even if you were in perfect condition, the two of us together wouldn’t be able to take all of ‘em.” He looks back outside, “We need Steve, Sam.” I giggle and he turns around to glare at me, “Don’t you ever fuckin’ tell him I said that. Not a damn word.” 

I shuffle over to the window, and groan. He’s not wrong. There’s at least twenty men, all armed, and all looking for us. “It’s less than ideal, but I’ve been in worse spots. I think we can do it.” 

“I think is not giving me much confidence, Y/N.” He shakes his head and chuckles, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were Steve’s kid sister. You’d actually be him if you were any more alike.” 

“Yea, well…” I slide down the wall, landing heavily on the floor, my body suddenly realizing I’ve lost more blood than I should have, “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.” 

He kneels down, forcing my hands away so he can look at my side. “Goddammit, Y/N, you should’ve let me look at this earlier.” He tears my jacket into strips, much to my disappointment, and makes a better makeshift bandage than I had attempted. He wipes my blood off his hands and onto his pants, resting his elbow on his knee as he looks at me. “What do you suggest now?

“What floor are we on?” 

He shrugs, “I dunno, fifth? Why?” 

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan. Get to the roof. There’s another building to the left, cross that roof, take the emergency exit stairs on the far side, jump the fence, and you’re in the clear. Get Tony and bring him here so I can kick his ass.” 

“I’m not leaving you here, fuck that.” 

I grin, although I’m sure it was more of a grimace, “Aww, do you actually like me, Barnes? What a time to be alive.” 

“I just don’t want to get shit about it.” 

“Yea, yea, yea.” I take a moment to look at him, really look at him, and can see the fear in his eyes. We are in deep shit. I sigh. “I can’t do that and you know it. I fucked up, Buck. It’s no one’s fault but mine. But, you gotta get out of here. You can do it, and you’ll get help, and it’ll be fine. Bonus: we won’t let Tony live it down! He’s gonna get all the shit.” 

Bucky laughs, wiping a hand across his eyes when he thinks I’m not looking, “You’re something else, you know that, kid?” 

I shrug, “Someone has to have a sense of humor, and I’m thinking you’re a lost cause.” 

“Whatever.” He pauses, and my eyes slip shut. “Y/N?” 

“I’m fine. Just sleepy. Why don’t you hurry your ass up so I can go home, huh?” 

“I can’t just leave you here-“ 

“You can and you will!” I say it angrier than I intend, but it’s for his own good. “Go, Barnes. Just go.” 

I keep my eyes closed, it’s too much work to keep them open, and wait for the sound of his footsteps. The sound never comes. 

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I wake up, fully expecting to still be in that building. Instead, I’m lying in my bed back at Stark Tower. My head rolls to the side and I see Bucky sprawled out in a chair in the corner. 

“The hell…” my voice crackles and I look around for a glass of water. When I don’t see one, I attempt to leave my bed and immediately hit the floor. Bucky jumps up, his eyes wide, then sees me sitting in a heap on the floor. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He immediately grabs me, helping me back on the bed way gentler than I’ve ever seen him. 

“Language, Barnes. Language.” He frowns and I laugh, grimacing at the dull throbbing in my side, “I’m thirsty. I wanted some water.” He walks over to my desk and throws open the mini fridge I keep stocked with water and Coke Zero. 

“Here.”

 I chug the ice cold water and sigh happily. “That is the best thing ever. Thanks.” I take a moment to gather my thoughts, picking at the blanket while I do. “So...what happened?” 

“You passed out. I couldn’t just leave you there, so I carried you.” 

“You...carried me? Like, to the roof?” 

“Yea.” 

“And, then Tony came?” 

“No, I carried you to the next building and then over the fence.” 

“How...why??” 

“Because I could.” 

I roll my eyes, “Always the hero, saving people you don’t even like just because you can. That was stupid.” 

“What do you mean, people I don’t even like?” 

“Oh, come on. I get on your nerves and you know it. You most certainly didn’t pick me to go on that job, everyone else was too busy.” 

He stares at me, his brows furrowed, then shakes his head. “I wasn’t upset that I had to go with you. I was upset because I didn’t want you to get involved. I knew it was gonna be a sticky one, and, uh…” He runs his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t want you to get hurt, is all.” 

“You didn’t want me to get hurt? You mean…” I think I know what he means, but I can’t possibly be right. 

“I mean...well, I like you, doll. Hell, more than like you, I guess.” He rolls his eyes and stands up, “I sound like a kid.” 

“You...you like me?” I try and fail not to laugh. He whips around and glares. 

“Oh, laugh it up.” 

I wave a hand, “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you liking me. Well, I am. But, mostly because I thought you hated me.” 

“Why the hell would you think that?” 

I hold my fingers up, counting as I go, “First, you never laugh at my jokes. Second, you avoid me every job we go on. Third, you make it a point to leave the room whenever I walk in...ohhhh.” 

He smiles, shaking his head, “For a smart girl, you’re pretty slow at realizing things.” He sits back down and tentatively grabs my hand. “You’re funny, I just don’t always get the references. I just never know what to do with you. Back in the day, I could get any gal I wanted, just by smiling. But you...you don’t need anyone. You’re just...you. I don’t know how to handle you, and it makes me nervous. I hate to admit it but...you scare me a little, Y/N.” 

I squeeze his hand, “I am a lot to handle, so it’s understandable. You should know, you don’t scare me at all.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh, is that right?” He moves in closer, “Not even a little bit?” 

“I...no. Not even a little.” He gets closer, his lips barely grazing mine. 

“Not even a little nervous?” His hand traces along my neck, before cupping my cheek. “What about now, sweetheart?” 

I clear my throat, “S-steady as a rock. You ain’t shit, Barnes-“ I can’t finish my sentence because suddenly his lips are on mine and then I am scared. I’m scared about what this means for us, for the team. Then, his other hand comes up, holding my face in place as he kisses me deeper, and I realize none of it matters. 

Because honestly, the thing I’m most scared of? 

Losing James Buchanan Barnes. 

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[notalwaysthevillian]

Brewing Love

Warnings: Anxiety, food mention, first date jitters

Pairings: Remile; background Logicality & eventual Prinxiety

Word Count: ~1.5k

Based on this post by @teacupfulofstarshine!

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Chapter 4

The next morning, Remy breezed through his morning routine. With twenty minutes left before he had to be at the shop for his shift, he decided to head in early to see if Patton needed any help with the pastries.

When he got there, he found Patton on the phone.

“Can you repeat that? Slower?”

Remy couldn’t hear the words on the other end of the line, but he could tell that they were freaking out.

“Oh, V! If you wanna come stay with me and Lo - no, you wouldn’t be bothering us at all, I promise!”

“I have a spare room.” Remy offered, putting his apron on. “Whoever you’re talking to can stay with me.”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh that’s great! V, I have a friend who has an extra room. He’s offering to let you stay...No, I didn’t. He just offered...yeah...he’s Logan’s cousin...okay! I’ll let him know. Talk to you soon!”

After hanging up, Patton threw his arms around Remy, covering his apron in flour. “Thank you so much!”

“Do I get to know who I’m housing?” Remy asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“His name is Virgil! He and I were best friends in high school.” Patton’s peppiness disappeared as he talked. “We went to colleges on opposite sides of the country. I should’ve made a better effort to keep in touch, but we stopped talking. He called me in a panic this morning - I think on instinct. His boss just fired him from his job and his landlord is evicting him.”

“Poor guy.”

Patton nodded, pushing a recipe over to Remy and moving about the kitchen. “I’m glad he’s moving in with you, even if it’s only until he’s back on his feet. I miss him.”

“He’s welcome to stay as long as he needs.” Remy started shaping some dough. “You and Logan were there for me.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Remy smiled, seeing nothing but sincerity in Patton’s eyes. “You know, I can’t wait to be your cousin-in-law.”

Patton giggled. “I can’t wait either.”

“For what?” Logan asked as he entered the kitchen. His eyebrows drew together as his eyes landed on Remy. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I just thought I’d come help -” His excuse died as Logan fixed him with a look. “I’m too excited for my date tonight and finished everything I needed to this morning.”

“Awwwww!” Patton squealed. “Now I see the family resemblance.”

“Patton!”

Seeing the redness in his cousin’s cheeks, Remy simply raised an eyebrow. Patton was quick to explain. “Logan was so excited for our first date that he got to the restaurant an hour early.”

Logan buried his face in his hands to prevent them from seeing just how red his face was. Sensing his distress, Patton pressed a kiss to the top of his head. When he looked up, he saw Remy staring at them with longing.

Flipping down his sunglasses, Remy headed back out to the cafe to start the machines.

Remy found himself staring at the clock whenever he had a moment.

And he had a lot of moments.

The cafe was unusually slow that Saturday. With the number of times Remy had wiped it down, he was surprised there wasn’t a hole in it.

Just as he reached the last hour of his shift, the bell over the door went off and a steady stream of people flowed in. Roman lead the pack, stage makeup still on his face. He waved at Remy before heading over to choose his mug.

Being able to insult most of the customers during the last part of his shift was a blessing. Most of his nerves about his date had vanished by the time Logan announced that they were closing.

The last of the customers filed out, with Roman hanging back.

“Roman, we’re closed.”

“I know, Specs.” Roman grinned as Logan rolled his eyes at the nickname. His face took on a seriousness that Remy had rarely seen. “Thank you. For last night. We had sold maybe half of our tickets before then, but we were officially sold out an hour before the show this morning.”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Your talents will likely increase our business. I am happy that it is beneficial for the theater as well.”

Roman waved before heading out of the store.

Remy cleaned up at lightning speed, leaving as soon as Logan told him he was free to go. He raced to his apartment, opting to dress up a little more for this date. After giving Chai the attention she deserved, he ducked into his closet.

“No...no...no...n- actually.” He held up the black blazer. “This could work.”

Bzzt.

Grabbing his phone, Remy grinned when he saw who the text was from.

Em: We’re going to grab dinner before if you wanna join us! We’re heading to Marco’s. Hope you like pizza!

Remy: Gurl, you know I love it. What time?

Em: Five! See you soon :D

Glancing at the clock, Remy groaned when he realized it was only three-thirty. He hung the blazer back up in his closet, opting to get dressed later. As much as he loved his baby, he didn’t want to be covered in cat hair when he left.

Over the next thirty minutes, Remy managed to wear Chai out. She curled up in a ball next to him as he watched a quick episode of Steven Universe.

By four thirty he was hopping in an Uber and heading over to Marco’s pizzeria.

He spotted Emile with two girls through the window. When he walked in, Emile flashed him a smile that made him weak in the knees.

“Girls, this is Remy!”

“So you’re the cute barista.” The brunette said, leaning on her elbows. “Emmy here has told us some good things about you.”

Remy gently touched Emile’s wrist, turning it to see the charms for the day. “Oh, have they now?”

The blonde nodded, practically bouncing in her seat. “Mhmm! They said you were super nice.”

“Guys!” A beautiful blush spread across Emile’s cheeks. They shook their head before gesturing to the brunette. “This is Valerie, and her girlfriend, Iona.”

“You can call me Io.” Leaning over, she placed a kiss on Valerie’s cheek. “What kinda pizza do you want?”

Valerie moved so that they could share a menu, giving Remy a pointed look. He quickly followed her lead, leaning closer to Emile. “What kind of toppings do you like?”

“Oh, I don’t like a lot of toppings.” They said, trailing a finger down the menu. “Oh, I love margherita pizza!”

“Margherita pizza it is.” Remy flipped the menu closed and put it away. He moved to hold their hand, but hesitated. Was that okay?

Emile noticed, biting their lip before gently taking Remy’s hand. He gave it a squeeze, trying to ease any worries or doubts they may have had - and also some of his own.

“I like that blazer on you. It makes you look handsome.”

Blood rushed to Remy’s cheeks. He heard the girls giggle and mumble something about ‘cuties’. “That’s - thank you. You, um, you look pret-lovely! You look lovely.”

“You can say pretty, I don’t mind.” Emile teased, looking up when the waiter came over.

They placed their orders immediately. As the waiter walked away, Valerie focused her attention on Remy.

“So, where do you work?”

“Oh, I work over at Get Roasted. That’s where Emile and I met, actually.” He linked their fingers together as he talked. “From the first moment I saw them, I thought they were beautiful. If only they’d noticed I was flirting sooner.”

Emile flushed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, darling.” Emile appeared to melt at the nickname. Remy made a mental note before raising their joined hands and kissing their knuckles. “All that matters is that we’re together now.”

“Awwww!”

Io’s outburst had them all laughing. The four of them continued to chat about various things before their pizza came. They dug in, finishing the pies quickly.

“Your checks.” The waiter put them on the table.

Remy snatched them both before anyone moved.

“Remy -”

“I’ve got this.” He got out of his chair. “You get the popcorn. Deal?”

As Remy walked to the counter, Valerie turned to Emile. “He’s such a keeper.”

“You think so?” They asked, watching Remy swipe a card.

“He paid for both of our meals. You said he was an absolute gentleman at open mic night - even when you said you didn’t realize it was a date. What’s holding you back from such a man?”

Giggling at the Disney reference, Emile shrugged. “I just...I’m worried that he’s not how he seems, you know?”

“He’s the whole package, Em.” Io chimed in. “Handsome, sweet, generous. If you don’t snatch him up, someone else will.”

Emile watched Remy joke with the cashier. Their heart swelled as they looked on. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”

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[piperdelaprim]

Headcanon: If Piper made a coming out video (Piper x Tara)

[Yes lads, this is another Tiper piece, with a little bit of a different format. She won't mention her by name, but now you'll know who she's referring to.]

Also, to keep this shorter on the dash, I’ve added the “keep reading” cut after the intro! Sorry for not adding this before! Also this took me 2 months to finish it be like that sometimes tho

Piper: [mellow] Hi guys...

[After saying that shyly, she For about 10 seconds, Piper, while sitting down, stares at the camera and then shifts her focus to her laptop screen, examining how she looks with a rare casual outfit while contemplating on her next set of words.]

Piper: So I don't think anybody's ever gonna see this. I highly doubt in God's name that I'm ever gonna post this somewhere,

[Piper slightly chuckles at her own statement, but quickly shifts back to her serious tone]

Piper: ...but I have to say it. To somebody--er, somethin' rather.

[She chuckles once again]

Piper: As a lot of people know, I'm...well, not poor. I grew up very wealthy, and very fortunate.

Piper: [Her tone raises slightly] So damn fortunate that I got bored of it! [Yet another chuckle] Kiddin', kiddin', but I didn't feel like I had a life to live, uh, I didn't feel free, is a better way to say it. I kinda knew as a kid that I was missing a lil' somethin' in my life. Of course when I was a little child I didn't get this dang philosophical, but it was always there. And I know, I know. I pro'lly sound privileged as hell, but at the end of the day I'm grateful for everything I've endured thus far, but that's not the point here.

[Piper lets out a large sigh before continuing with her story]

Piper: My momma and poppa...though I love 'em to death, God bless their hearts, they wanted me to get married as soon as I can. I was...well...I ain't sure if this is how you say it but, conditioned to think that, that um...I was gonna get married...like a normal girl would! [Pause]

Piper: [Sarcastically] Well, I'm still not married!

[Piper pauses to drink the water cup beside her and then looks at the camera again for a couple moments before continuing]

Piper: And I really wasn't sure why I felt like nobody ever felt like they were...you know...the one! I mean, my life is already so dang crazy, I don't brawl for money or fame, but to, uh, release all the anger within me--to make up for all the times I couldn't resist what I was told to do. The funny thing is...I'm well over the adult age--and I still don't feel so free. I suppose I'm independent, but not exactly...free. If that makes sense.

[About to talk about the most serious part of her life, Piper lets out another big sigh]

Piper: I was set up with many different men by my family, and most of them were very kind and courteous toward me. They were all very good men, but fallin' in love with them was very hard for me to do--it ain't somethin' that came naturally. Well, I ain't been in love for a very very long time. Last time I was in love--it was many years ago--it didn't seem to work out, and lookin' back, it's hard for me to understand why things happened the way they did. Maybe it truly wasn't meant to be, I don't know, but the stars...didn't align. [quietly] They...uh...never did. But anyway, now it's a different time for the rest of the world; we're becomin' more open to each other and we're becomin' more accepting of things I couldn't have imagined being okay when I was growin' up. I'm talkin' about...being gay.

[Nervously, Piper laughs quietly to lighten the mood for herself]

Piper: Being gay, in my household and my family...was...unheard of. I'd like to say even forbidden. We're Christians and they said we can't be gay. I don't even know who the hell "they" is, but it was made sure of that I cannot be gay. It was even an insult I heard growin' up--and my, my, people thought it was a brutal word. Many of my classmates used to say it left n' right thinkin' that their dignities would be stripped for good! And frankly, because of the cruel world we live in, I thought bein' gay was weird, not normal, sinful even. 'Cause to everybody else it was, and I was predetermined to think the same.

[Piper suddenly starts smiling widely out of nowhere, and starts to chuckle, thinking fondly of the next thing she is about to say.]

Piper: Sorry! I get pretty damn giddy thinkin' about this part. I'm just...well I'll just tell you. So anyway, fast forward to present day. I brawled for the hell of it, just for fun. I thought I was straight but life didn't treat me very well.

[Piper suddenly remembers this aspect of her life and the mood shifts back to its original serious tone, but slightly more mellow.]

Piper: I got shit everyday. Sometimes just for breathin'. And it sucked for me. I didn't fit in because people were scared o' me. I was lonely, I was sad, I was...empty to the point where I thought disappearin' would be the answer. It wasn't great to be me at the time. There were such beautiful people havin' the time of their lives out in the battlefield--some o' them so madly in love with either each other or with life as a whole. And I was as jealous as a girl could be. I wanted that so darn badly that my anger built up too much to the point where I just shut everyone out. I also became too violent out in the battlefield and accidentally physically hurt too many people that didn't deserve a scratch. It began to all be too much.

[Piper then remembered the good part about her story, and she starts smiling brightly once again]

Piper: Anyway, this is what you’ve been waiting for, them little happy moments! It’s still a secret, sorta. But at least I can talk about it. So, um, I met this lovely lady in town one day, and I was feelin’ kinda hopeless so I went to talk to her about stuff, ‘cause I had no one. I thought I was a lil mad for just goin’ to some random stranger and ask ‘em about what I should do about my sad ol’ life. And to my surprise she read me like a book...with her cards! [laughs] It was crazy! She just clicked with me so fast, it was somethin’ I never felt before. You know, it made my heart race a lil. 

[She laughs again, except more nervously]

Piper: I’m actually a little nervous right now talkin' about her 'cause it's so scary but, obviously what we have was more than what meets the eye! [She laughs nervously again, but then continues to smile] I'm so nervous talkin' about this because it was against everythin' I knew. It didn't feel right at all, but my feelin's couldn't take it anymore. I was already so restricted in my normal life and everythin' prior to it, I couldn't let this opportunity to be happy go. Again, I thought I was a fool tellin' er how I felt. I mean, what if she wasn't...you know?! But like I said my own happiness was on the line. All the signs added up, for some odd reason I was confident enough that my chances were high. Ah, haha...my mom always taught me to shoot my shot...ahh she might be a lil' disappointed at me though! Well anyway, that new lovely lady with a mask told me she felt the same, and at that moment I never felt more free in my life. I was so scared to my stomach, I was scared of rejection, not only from her but from the rest of the world. Even though it felt so wrong to do, the feeling afterward felt so right.

[Piper takes a short breath and takes a sip of water.]

Piper: Well, I've been ramblin' and ramblin' but I will say this last thing. Love can fix a lot of things--not everythin', but a lot. I still got my issues, life ain't gonna be dandy forever just 'cause I found my lover, but consider this: do things because of love, doesn't gotta be that icky, cheesy type o' love that I was talkin' to you about, but it could be your family, your friends, whoever or whatever, alright! I realized I brawl 'cause I hated myself, not 'cause I loved the adrenaline or the glory. I also realized that I denied this part of me for so long cause I was scared, and I hated feelin' more outcasted than I usually had. I'm still tryin' my best to set myself free, but it's a process that became a little better for me to handle. Just don't do things outta hate or outta fear, it ain't good for you, it ain't good for nobody.

[Piper's cell phone rings, once she finishes her sentence, she picks it up]

Piper: [on the phone] Hey love! How much did you earn today? [She smiles as the person on the other end speaks] That's good. I would be more than happy help you if you wanted, it's what I should do for you, but you keep on sayin' no! [Inaudibly, the person on the other end speaks as she laughs happily]

Piper: [on the phone] I'll come by later for sure! I don't exactly need a readin' though, I'd just love to talk normally. Did you want to...

[Piper uses her cursor to stop the recording before she could finish her question to the person on the other side of the line.]

...

And scene. I hope you enjoyed it! This was a long time coming but I'm so happy I was able to finish it!

[puppyluver256]

OKAY SO NOW I HAVE SOME DESIGN CONCEPTS FOR MY SFMxSPLATOON AU HERE YOU GO and now I’m gonna try to run down what this is all about outside of the braindump post that I kept adding onto.

Splat For Me - A Summary

The basic gist is that Habit owns a flower shop in Inkopolis and Kamal is his partner of both the business and romance types. Habit’s a shark, specifically a porbeagle (I’m gonna refer to him as a “Sharkling” due to working on similar logic to Inklings and Octolings), and Kamal’s an octo. The flower shop would have an in-game function kinda like a combination of the Crust Bucket (in that they have floral accessories that players could add to their hat/clothing for exp boosts, cash boosts, and temporary ability add-ons) and Salmon Run (in that you’d get another play mode where you fight weird enemies, more details below).

Sharkling Habit

I had a hard time makin him not look like Garbage so my efforts should be appreciated at some level. I know the only precedent for sharks in the Splatoon universe is Fuka Bottom of the Bottom Feeders (one of the in-universe music groups that AREN’T Squid Sisters or Off the Hook, look ‘em up), but they’ve got that “I’ve turned this shark vertically and am now looking at their mouth and underbelly” look to ‘em that I most definitely did not want, but I managed to make something more in my vision yaaaaay

Habit managed to get away from his nasty abusive parents before becoming a dentist in this AU (besides, being a dentist isn’t THAT lucrative when the dominant species doesn’t even have bones let alone proper teeth), so he’s not Dr. Habit here, he’s just Boris the flower shark. He’s gotten a lot of attention for his little flower shop, partly because the kids participating in turf war are getting some really good use out of the shop’s floral accessories and partly because they like coming around just to see Habit. S’not every day that you get to hang around vertebrates in this society, and they think his teeth are cool. Yup, that’s why I made him a shark, to make the too-many-teeth face not so unnatural. And being a shark, sometimes those extra teeth push themselves forward and knock out the old ones, which if still in decent condition never go to waste. The really nice-looking ones get turned into authentic shark tooth necklaces (after they’ve gone through a good wash, of course, don’t wanna give the customers his mouth germs), the others that don’t have any significant wear and tear get either ground into bone meal for his flowers or occasionally just shoved whole into the soil, with the erythronium responding to these treatments the best.

While there is some flower growth going on in the shop itself, most of the work there is keeping them healthy for sale and the major growth time for the flowers are off-site in various greenhouses that he refers to as Habitats. (before he had these set up, he was caught several times trying to grow flowers in the Kelp Dome and subsequently removed, took five times for him to realize that maybe he shouldn’t be doing that and also maybe don’t try to swipe a nearly-ripe artichoke on your way out gdi) They’re a bit more than just a normal greenhouse, actually; they’re self-contained areas that seem to be made with materials and techniques that are incredibly similar to Octarian technology. How’d he get ahold of that stuff? No one knows, not even Kamal, and he’s the most likely source of such tech who’d be close to him. One thing that is for certain is that he’s procured something that lets non-inking beings use ink-based weapons, and it’s been incredibly helpful given certain recent developments...

Turns out that his Habitats are starting to come under fire from some very tricky troublemakers. Weird little crafts somehow breaking in from the skies, piloted by...snails? Are they really snails? They certainly don’t look like the Super Sea Snails that everyone’s used to, they look more like the typical image of a UFO piloted by snail-like creatures (snailiens?), but they’re here and they’re hungry and they’ve got a taste for flowers. And Habit’s friggin’ pissed. That’s where the player would come in if this were a real game element: once you’d get to a certain freshness level, you’d make your way to the flower shop only to see Kamal manning the counter instead of Habit, and he’d suggest you go help Habit deal with his pest problem because you “look like you’re pretty capable with slingin’ ink”. After a tutorial where you learn how to deal with the big boy snailiens, you could join up with some other players and take ‘em on. You would, of course, be rewarded handsomely for your help.

Funny little image I also had in mind: he’s been known to get stuck in shark form at inopportune moments, and when this happens he’ll need someone to crack his back to make it easier to shift back into humanoid form. No one knows how to handle this unless they’ve done it at least once because no one else around him has booooones XD (also his humanoid form is prolly gonna still have green skin despite no part of the porbeagle being green because I don’t currently feel comfortable assigning natural skintones to any of the SFM characters who are canonically green/blue/purple/etc, unless their canon design makes it Very Obvious what natural skintone would be most likely, ie. Tiff)

Octoling Kamal

Kamal was significantly easier to work with due to my experience with drawing Octolings already hahaha

Kamal’s the assistant manager at Habit’s flower shop, which is basically a fancy way of saying he’s the only other person there who could legally be a full-time employee. He handles most of the logistics of keeping the shop stable, because as much passion the boss has for their work, passion alone can’t pay the bills and he’s often a tad too distracted to deal with the numbers and paperwork. They work pretty well together, even if they do both have a tendency to goof off on the job.

I seriously doubt that Marina and the various incarnations of Agent 8 were the only Octolings to migrate topside after the events of the first game, so Kamal was probably one of several who found a way out. I haven’t hammered this part out yet entirely, but I’m pretty sure that he would’ve been on staff for a weapons/tech r-n-d group before leaving at his first opportunity and grabbing some random gadget in the process. He hated the place he ended up emerging in because it was near a small town where everyone was so spread out and him being used to (not necessarily comfortable with, just used to) constant sounds at all hours made the silence of just the first night unbearable. So he tried to hop a train to any urban area that he came across but in his haste to get topside he forgot to bring any moneeeyyy, not even Octarian money just no money at all, left it all behind like a goof. He ends up freaking out to himself because even though he’s got a valuable Thing on him it’s not like the train people are gonna recognize it as anything but junk or even be able/willing to accept it as replacement for standard currency, then out of nowhere this huge-ass shark man just shows up and buys a ticket to Inkopolis for him? Okay, sure, he’ll take what he can get, even if the guy was all “u owe me a ‘favor’ ;-)” once they were on their way. And of course that’s how he met his future boss and bf. ;P

At some point Kamal gets a little jealous of all the kids having fun with the turf war stuff and kinda wishes he could try it out at least once, but of course that’s kid stuff and he’s got Adult Responsibilities to worry about... Oh wait, there’s actually an adults’ league? And Habit’s insisting on giving him time off to go try it and see how it is? 

(also those flower seed bags say “bloomy” in one of the Inkling alphabets, and yes it WAS a “woomy” joke on my part)

Other details (to be expanded upon)

Putunia and Flower Kid are often seen at the flower shop, even though I don’t have any designs for them yet). Putunia is there so often because she’s Habit and Kamal’s adopted kid, and while she REALLY wants to get into turf war she’s far too young. (if you’ve ever seen the Inkling growth chart, she’s at stage 3 of growth) Flower Kid’s there because they are a part-time employee, often delivering products around town, but they spend enough time with their employers and Putunia that they might as well be their honorary child as well. They’re old enough to participate in turf war, they’re just not interested in doing so.

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The Rift: Daddy Issues

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/n Winchester, Negan

Word Count: 9,253

Summary: Dean, Sam, and half sister, Y/n are on a mission to find Mary Winchester.  With the help of Rowena they must travel through the rift to bring Mary home.  But what happens when Rowena can’t get them to the right AU on the first try? 

A/N: This is a TWD and SPN crossover. Each chapter of The Rift will be a stand alone story with some references to the previous chapter.  So far I only have three chapters planned for this series.  I didn’t do the gifs for this story like I have in previous stories but I might for the next chapter.

Warnings: Dub-con, smut, oral (female receiving), references to incest. Lots of foul language (Negan of course.) Implied major character death.

“So we are really doing this?” You looked up at both of your older brothers as they flanked you and the three of you stared at the shimmering gold line of the rift in front of you. “We are really trusting that Rowena is going to be able to bring us home?” You glanced over your shoulder at the ginger haired witch who gave you an icy glare.

“We don’t have much of a choice. We have to get Mom.” Sam smiled a tight lipped smile as he looked down at you.

“You know you don’t have to go with us darlin’. She isn’t your mom.” Dean’s hand landed on your shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.

“She may not be my mother but you are still my brothers and I want to help.” You nodded as you smiled up at your oldest brother.  

“Then let’s do this.” Dean’s eyes moved back to the rift and he automatically reached out for you hand.  You took a deep breath as you laced your fingers with his.  

Going through the slice in reality’s very fabric felt nothing like you thought it would. It didn’t even tingle.  It really felt like nothing had happened at all but suddenly you went from being in the war room at the bunker to standing in the middle of a wooded area.  

“Wow.” You gasped as you looked around, taking in your surroundings while still clutching at Dean’s hand.  

“Yeah, different huh?” Dean chuckled, he and Sammy having more experience at this than you.

Sam stepped through the golden slit a moment after you and your oldest brother.  Both brothers looked around and a frown formed on their faces.  

“This is not the right place.” Sam frowned.

Dean let go of your hand and turned back to the rift just in time to watch it close. “Sonofabitch.” He cursed. “It figures Rowena couldn’t get us to the right place on the first try.”

“So now what? We have what, twenty four hours before it will open again?” You looked back and forth between Sam and Dean.

“Yeah, looks that way, at least that’s what Rowena said.  She said something about having to recharge her energy before she can open it again.” Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“So what are we going to do for twenty four hours if this is the wrong place?” You scrunched up your nose.  “Stand around in the forest?”

“No.” Dean scoffed. “We’ll.” His words were cut off as a loud melodic whistle cut through the air shortly followed by more similar whistles all coming from different directions.  

In a practiced move you, Sam, and Dean all drew the guns that were tucked away safely in the back of your jeans and turned your backs to one another so you were all facing a different direction.

“Well looky what we have here. Hot diggity dog.” The owner of the deep baritone voice stepped into the small clearing and your eyes went wide with shock.  

“Dad?” You gasped, voice barely audible with your surprise as you took in the sight of the tall lean man wearing a leather jacket with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat slung over his shoulder.  

You felt your brothers stiffen at your back and you had to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you to see that you were surrounded by a group of people all holding guns on you.  There must have been at fifteen of them.  You and your brothers were good, but not that good.  

“Shit.” You heard Dean curse softly.  

“How about you put those guns down?” The man who looked like your father grinned. “Then we can get to some fucking introductions.”

The three of you knew you didn’t have a choice so you lowered your weapons and tossed them to the ground where they were quickly collected by one of the men that were surrounding you.  

Negan took in the appearance of the three of you before him. There was something off about the way you all looked. You were all too clean, too healthy, too taken care of.  Hell, you even had makeup on.  You did however all have that weary look in your eyes like you had seen battle, lost loved ones. You were battle scarred but he wasn’t sure it was from fighting the biters.

“On your knees.” Negan barked the order and the three of you glanced at each other.  

Your hesitation to follow orders caused Negan’s men to quickly come forward. In a rush of practiced expertise the three of you were patted down for additional weapons and shoved down to your knees in the dirt.

Sam wound up kneeling in the middle between you and Dean as Negan began to pace  back and forth in front of the three of you. His dark eyes took in everything about you before they finally settled on Dean.  

“Where are you from cause it sure as shit isn’t from around here?” Negan grinned a toothy smile.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You could hear the eye roll in Dean’s voice even though you couldn’t see him.

Negan clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his head canted and he looked down at Dean. “Try me.” Negan growled, the humor lost from his voice.

You heard Sam take a breath at your side. “We’re from an alternate reality. We aren’t even sure where we are.”

“We don’t want any trouble. We are just passing through. We will be out of here by this time tomorrow.” Dean added.  

Negan just stared at your brothers, a frown on his face. “Huh.” He grunted before taking two steps that placed him directly in front of you.  Your neck craned as you looked up at the towering man. “What about you sweetheart, you going to feed me that line of bullshit as well or you going to tell me the truth?”

“That is the truth.  He told you that you wouldn’t believe us.” You said almost smugly.

“Alright then.” Negan swung his bat, pointing it at your brothers and nodding.  You watched as two of Negan’s men stepped behind Sam and Dean.  “Let’s start over shall we. My name is Negan and I am the motherfucking king dick around here and the three of you are fucking trespassing.” Negan continued to swing his bat back and forth as he walked before you. “Now I know that you don’t know me and you don’t know the type of man I am so I’m going to let that bullshit slide just this once.” He stopped walking in front of you once more. “Let’s try this again sweetheart. You look like you are smarter than your boyfriends here, hell you are definitely a lot more fun to look at.” Negan’s eyes moved over you again from head to toe as his tongue rolled against his bottom lip making you shiver.  “So beautiful, where is your camp? And don’t try to fucking lie to me. I know the three of you haven’t been out here on your own. You’re too damn clean and well taken care of for that.”  

“We told you the truth.” You stared up at him, trying to make your voice firm and your eyes hard despite the fear that was nagging at you.

Negan nodded his head, his lips forming a thin line as he kept his eyes on you.  “Kill them both.” Negan barked out to his men a sadistic smile curling his lips.

“No!” You called out as you heard the cocking of guns at your side. “Wait, they’re my brothers please, you can’t kill them.” You looked up at him the hardness gone from your eyes replaced by pure fear.

Negan’s grin grew wider and he held up his hand to his men telling them to pause.  His long legs folded up as he squatted down so he was eye level with your kneeling form.  His barbed wire covered bat sat between his legs and helped him keep his balance as he grinned at you.

“I most certainly can fucking kill them sweetheart.” Negan grinned.  “Unless you give me a good goddamn reason why I shouldn’t.”

“Please. We are telling the truth. There is no camp, it‘s just us. I would tell you if there was.” You pleaded, tears brimming in your eyes as you realized the severity of your situation. “I’ll do anything. Please don’t hurt them.”

Negan rolled his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared you down.  His smirk grew and he bit the tip of his pink tongue. “Anything huh? Now don’t go letting your mouth write checks that your sweet little ass can’t cash.” His gloved hand reached out and he gently brushed the hair away from your eyes, tucking the stray strand behind your ear before he let his fingertips trail down your soft cheek to your jaw.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Dean yelled as he tried to stand but Simon was right there to shove him back to his knees and place the barrel of the gun against the back of Dean’s head.

“Yes anything. I promise, anything you want. Just don’t hurt them.” You spoke quickly your voice shaky with fear and panic.  

“Alright then.” Negan’s eyes never left yours as he rose up to his feet.  “Load ‘em up boys.” Negan held out his hand to you to help you to your feet and you reluctantly slipped your small hand into his. His fingers curled around your hand snugly and he effortlessly pulled you up to your feet.  

“So what’s your name beautiful?” Negan grinned.

“Y/n.” You replied but you weren’t looking at him, instead your eyes were trained on your brothers.

You watched as Negan’s men lead your brothers away. Negan’s hand slipped from yours to wrap around your wrist and he tugged you away following the direction his men took Sam and Dean. You stood and watched as they were forced into the back of one of the trucks that sat in clearing not far from where you had been.

When you turned your eyes back to Negan the look on his face was predatory. His chocolate brown eyes had darkened and his gaze ran over your body lewdly.  You shivered, it was unnerving to see a man who looked exactly like your father eyeing you up and down like you were a fucking steak dinner and he was starved.

Negan sucked at his bottom lip as he hummed in approval of you. “C’mon Y/n. You’re riding with me sweetheart.” He grinned as he placed his large hand against the small of your back and lead you over to a black Dodge Charger.

Once inside the car Negan looked at you again and grinned. “You know it’s pretty fucking noble you willing to sell your sweet little ass to save your brothers.  Do you think they appreciate that?”

“What?” You eyed him with furrowed brows.

“Do you think your brothers appreciate you whoring yourself out for them?  It’s a pretty simple question sweetheart.” Negan chuckled as he began to drive.

“Wait I didn’t agree to…” You began to argue but Negan was quick to cut you off.

“Fuck yeah you did. You said anything darlin’. And that anything includes me fucking you six ways from Sunday. But I think you already knew that, didn’t you?” Negan grinned smugly.  When you didn’t respond Negan took his eyes off the road to glance back over to you. “But, of course, if you want to change your mind I got no problem bashing your brothers’ heads in as soon as we get where we are going.”

“No!” You exclaimed. “Fine, whatever…but you promised not to hurt them.”

Negan’s toothy grin plastered back on his smug handsome face as he stomped on the gas and sped down the road. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

The building Negan took you looked like it was an old factory of some kind. It was teaming with people scurrying around like worker bees.  You got out of the car just as Negan’s men were forcing your brothers out of the back of the truck roughly.  You instinct was to run to them immediately but a gloved hand suddenly around your arm stopped your forward momentum and you were yanked back into Negan’s body.

“Nuh uh sweetheart. You’re staying right by my side.” He smirked down at you.  

“I want to be with my brothers. Where are you taking them?” You peered up at the towering man with tear filled eyes.  

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head about your brothers. They will be fine.”  Negan winked down at you. “As long as you keep up your fucking end of our bargain.”  

You nodded softly as your eyes darted to take in your surroundings. You suddenly stopped dead in your tracks, your face contorted in horror as you saw the line of dead, yet squirming bodies anchored to the fence line.

“What the hell are those?” Your voice cracked and you instinctively pressed closer to Negan’s side as you shrank away from the walkers.

Negan peered down at you, confusion etched on his face before he followed your line of sight. His eyebrows raised high in surprise at your genuine reaction to the walkers.  “Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered at the sudden realization that this was the first time you had seen the walking dead.  He chuckled and shook his head, maybe you and your brothers were telling the truth after all and if that was the case it opened up new possibilities that Negan had never dreamed of.  

Negan kept his tight grip on your bicep as he lead you through the building.  You could see Sam and Dean for a little while ahead of you until Negan’s men lead them down some metal stairs at the same time as Negan lead you up a set of stairs.  

Negan stopped before a large heavy door and he finally released his bruising grip on your arm to fish a set a keys from his pocket.  He unlocked the door and motioned you inside.  You hesitated and the man rolled his eyes at you before hauling you inside roughly, shoving you forward and making you stumble.  

As you regained your balance you immediately began to take in your surroundings.  It was a large room and you were assuming it was Negan’s.  It looked like it should belong to him.  Everything was done in shades of grey and black and very masculine.  The center piece of the room was, of course, a large four poster bed that sat to one side while a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table sat on the other side of the room.  It honestly looked like you were in a fancy hotel room despite being inside an industrial building.

You heard the door shut behind you and the lock click in place before Negan made his way around you.  You watched him closely as he propped his bat against the end of the couch and he unzipped his leather jacket revealing the white t-shirt that hugged his chest underneath before turning back to you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him.  He looked so much like your father but so different at the same time. He was thinner than your dad and was a little more grey around his scruff but it was still him none the less.  

“I got something on my face or you just like staring at this fucking handsome mug?” Negan chuckled noting how you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“It’s, it’s just that you look like someone I know, exactly like someone I know.” You swallowed hard at the thought.  

“Oh yeah? And who the fuck might that be? Besides being a handsome fucking devil.” He smirked.  

Your hand slowly moved to reach into your jacket for the inside pocket but Negan was quick to grab your forearm to stop your movement as he tutted his disapproval.

“I was just getting a picture.” You spoke softly as you looked up into his cognac colored eyes.  Negan nodded and let go of your arm and you retrieved the photo handing it to him.  

Negan took the photograph and stared at it, his eyes growing wide as he gazed at the image of himself. Granted the picture looked like him in his slightly younger days but it was him none the less.  

“That’s my father, John Winchester.” You watched Negan’s reaction closely.

“Well fuck darlin’ aint that just some shit.” He handed the picture back to you. “Guess that is going to make what happens next awkward as hell for you.”  

“Huh?” You asked with wide eyes. “You can’t really expect me to…not when you know you look just like my dad?”

“That’s exactly what I fucking expect sweetheart because that was our fucking deal.” Negan eyed you a frown forming on his face before he continued. “And you made that little peach of deal knowing I looked exactly like your old man but you made it anyway.”  Negan’s frown turned into a toothy grin as he stepped closer to you, closing the distance until his chest almost touched your own. “Makes me think that deep down you wanted a little freaky deaky with your pops. Is that it darlin’, you wanted to get dicked down by your old man but never could? Well don’t worry cause I’m here to fucking help you out and I’ll even let you call me Daddy.” As the last words fell from his lips Negan’s hand was quick to wrap into your hair and he tugged your head back harshly before his lips crashed down on yours.

Your body went rigid as his lips met your own.  Your hands clutched into fists at your side as you steeled yourself, determined not to react to him. Negan’s mouth was insistent at your own, his tongue dragging against your bottom lip wanting entrance. You felt yourself shudder against him as his free hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against his hard body.  You whimpered in protest but his grip only tightened and when he yanked your hair harder and made you gasp against his lips his tongue was quick to force its way into your open mouth.  Chuck help you he tasted good, like whiskey and cinnamon and something completely dominatingly man.  

Your hands moved to grip at his white t-shirt as his tongue moved against your own. You could feel his hum of satisfaction against your lips as his tongue explored ever crevice of your mouth and you gave in and kissed him back until you were weak and breathlessly in his arms.

Negan pulled back and smirked down at your flushed face. “Take your clothes off.” His voice a low growl and demanding.  

“What?” Your addled brain fought to make sense of his words as you stared up into his lust blown eyes.  

“Strip.” He grunted the command before backing up and settling against the arm of the couch, his long legs stretched out before him, crossing at the ankles as he perched to watch you.  

Your hands were shaking as you slowly started to comply.  You slipped your jacket off your shoulders and tossed it to a chair that sat in the corner.  Your boots and socks were removed next. One by one each piece of your clothing was removed until your standing before the man bared completely.  

“Holy shit, you are just gorgeous baby.” Negan exclaimed as he pushed himself up to his full height and his predatory eyes drank you in.  “I bet your mom was a fucking looker or maybe you just get your good looks from your old man huh? Runs in the fucking family. I think you do have my eyes and maybe my nose.” Negan chuckled hardily at your obvious discomfort at his teasing.  

Negan was quick to shed his own leather jacket before closing the distance between you.  A part of you wanted to shrink back away from him but the heat of his gaze froze you to the spot.  Negan circled your body like a lion stalking his prey before he settled on a spot behind you.  You could feel the heat off his body he was so close. You closed your eyes and goosebumps ran along your skin as you suddenly felt the light touch of calloused fingertips slide down your spine.

Your back arched instinctively at his touch, thrusting your bare breasts forward. Negan’s breath was suddenly at your ear, his rough stubble against your neck and he breathed you in.  

“Damn you smell good baby. Haven’t had a gal smelling as good as you in a long time. All clean and sweet.” He mumbled against your ear before his teeth suddenly bit into the side of your neck making you cry out both in surprise and because of the stinging pain.  Negan’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, holding you against his body as you stiffened.  His mouth worked at your neck, biting and sucking the flesh until he left purple and red marks in his wake.  You squirmed in his grip but he held you strong against him.  His hands began to openly explore your flesh, one hand gripping at your full breast, fingers digging into the skin as he squeezed before he moved his fingertips to your already hard nipple.  He gripped the tight bud and twisted until your back arched again and you cried out softly.  

Negan moaned at the sounds falling from your lips. “Mmm, the things Daddy is going to do to you little girl. Fuck you got my dick fucking hard as fucking steel.” He emphasized his point by grinding his jean clad hips into your lower back so you could feel the hard length of him pressing into you.  

You closed your eyes and tried to take a calming breath.  You didn’t want this, did you? No, you were just doing this for your brothers, to keep them safe. Your body trembled as Negan’s hand slid over the curve of your hip, his fingers inching towards the apex of your thighs. Chuck, why was your body shaking? Why did it feel like every touch of his hands were electric?  Why were soft moans falling from your lips and your hips grinding back against him?  No, this was so wrong.  This man looked like your father.  It shouldn’t feel like this.  

Negan’s fingers inched closer to your heated core making you arch and push your hips to meet his hand only to have him pull away completely.  A whimper of protest fell from your lips followed by his dark chuckle.  In one quick movement Negan lifted you off your feet and tossed you easily onto his bed.  

You bounced against the bed with a grunt as you landed on your back.  You raised yourself up on your elbows to look at the man stalking towards. Negan’s eyes traveled the length of your form hungrily, his tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

“Goddamn you are fucking soaked sweetheart. Fuck, you do have some fucking daddy issues don’t ya baby? Such a fucking dirty little girl.” He groaned as his dark chestnut eyes stared ravenously at your smooth glistening cunt.

You were quick to snap your legs shut as his eyes stayed fixed on your core.  Negan bit his bottom lip and grinned as you tried to hide yourself from his view.  

“Awe babydoll, don’t act like you don’t fucking want me. I know you do.” He almost purred. “That pretty little pussy is so wet.” Negan moved forward, his hands gripping your knees and prying your thighs apart to stare down at your dripping slit. “That beautiful sight right fucking there that’s all the proof Daddy needs.”

Negan groaned softly before dragging his lust filled eyes back to yours. “Fuck, Daddy has just got to have a taste of you baby.”  

With those words he dropped down to kneel at the foot of the bed.  His hands slid down to grip at your calves and he yanked you closer to the edge throwing your legs up over his shoulders.  Negan dove into your wet pussy before any words of protest could leave your lips. Your back arched and your head rolled back as his tongue drove through your slick folds to lick a long warm line from your ass to your clit.

“Fucking fuck you taste so damn good.” Negan muttered against your wetness. His tongue dipped just inside your slippery pussy before dragging back up to your clit.  Your hips bucked as his teeth raked against your swollen clit and a high pitched whine filled your throat.  

Negan’s arms wrapped around your upper thighs pinning you down as his mouth devoured you. Your fingers clawed at the comforter on his bed as you ached to buck and grind against his mouth. Your breath came in ragged pants as he brought you closer and closer to your release with his talented tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You panted as your back bowed off the bed and the tension built until your entire body felt taut.

“Come for Daddy baby.” Negan growled against your dripping cunt before he attacked your clit with renewed vigor.  He sucked the throbbing bud between his soft lips, his tongue flicking against the little bundle of nerves as he suckled.  His fingers dug into your soft flesh as your body tensed and trembled.  Negan’s eyes never left your face as you slowly came undone for him.

Your hands smacked at the bed as the dam burst and you cried out with your orgasm. Your vision blurred as you writhed in pure bliss and your honey like juices flowed to his mouth.  Negan moaned against your pussy, sending vibrations straight through your sensitive flesh that made you shudder with aftershocks.  

“Holy fucking hell.” Negan grinned as his head emerged from your trembling thighs, his salt and pepper scruff now wet with your slick.  “Taste fucking sweeter than cotton candy.” He chuckled as he lowered your legs from his shoulders.  

Your body was pliant and lax against his bed except for the heavy rise and fall of your breasts as your heart raced and you caught your breath. Negan’s hands drug up the insides of your thighs slowly before he stood back to his full height.  With your eyes closed basking in the bliss of your climax you didn’t see him get undressed but the rustle of clothing hitting the floor made you very much aware that he was just beginning with you.  

The bed dipped at your side and Negan’s strong hands were quickly under your arms pulling you up the bed where he wanted you.  Your eyes fluttered open revealing your glazed orbs as you stared up at the man.  The cocky grin on his face made his dimples prominent and turned you on more than you would ever admit to anyone.  

“Damn babydoll you are so fucking beautiful when you cum.” Negan brushed your hair away from your flushed face. “I want to watch that shit every fucking day.”

You hummed softly in response as you breathing evened out. “I won’t be here that long.” You smirked up at him. “So enjoy it while you can.”

“You aren’t going anywhere doll.” Negan’s voice held a glint of anger and his eyes narrowed as they locked on yours, the look of awe on his face fading to a hardened glare.  

Without another word Negan manhandled you onto your hands and knees. “Play time’s over baby, time for Daddy to get his dick wet.”

Negan moved behind you, his hands traveled up the back of your thighs, blunt nails raking along your skin making you shiver and a whimper fall from your lips.  “Goddamn look at this ass.” Negan groaned as his hands slid higher to squeeze the firm globes, using the grip to pull you back against his groin.  His hard cock sliding through your wetness and between the cleft of your ass made you arch against him.  “M’gonna fill this tight fucking pussy so good baby.”  He moaned as he rocked his hips, teasing your aching center with the length of his cock.

You hadn’t seen the hard length that was teasing through your slick folds but you could tell he was big and your body wanted it.  Long gone was the hesitation and fear that you felt a short time ago. Your pussy clenched around nothing with every filthy word that fell from his sinful lips and every touch of rough hands. You needed him, needed him to fuck you into oblivion.  

“You ready for this baby? Ready for Daddy’s dick?” Negan chuckled behind you.

You groaned as you pushed back against him.  “You going to fuck me or just talk about it?” A smirk curled your lips as you looked back over your shoulder at him.  

Negan growled his response, his fingers digging into your hips as the head of his thick shaft notched against your dripping opening. “Fucking hell.” He cursed as he slowly pushed into you. “Shit is fucking tight. Goddamn.”

“Oh shit.” A wanton moaned clawed its way from your throat as he slid deeper.  He was big, bigger than you had even thought and your body inched away from the large invasion.  

“Where the fuck you think you’re going baby?” Negan chuckled as your hips lurched forward to ease the pressure of his invading cock. “C’mon back baby. I know Daddy’s got a big fuckin’ dick but you can take it.” His hand fisted in your hair but his hips stilled. “C’mon baby. You’re going to take every inch of Daddy’s cock.” Negan waited for you to push back against him. He wanted you to impale yourself on his long thick shaft. “That’s it baby. Fuck, look at you. Almost there.” He moaned as your back arched and you slowly pushed back. You cried out as more and more of his cock filled you until the hard swollen head of his cock was nudging at your cervix. His hips pushed forward to sink that last inch into you making you scream. “Fuck yeah baby.  I knew you could fucking do it.  You got all of Daddy’s dick in you now, every fucking inch. Fuck, I wish you could see how pretty your little pussy looks so full of cock. Fuckity fuck your tight babydoll. Shit.”  He hissed through clenched teeth.

Your body shook in his grasp as his free hand gripped at your hip hard enough to bruise, calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh.  “Jesus, do you ever shut up?” You panted.

“No.” Negan rasped as he suddenly pulled back until only his swollen cockhead was stretching your velvet tunnel before slamming his hips hard, driving every rigid inch back inside of you.  

Your hands clawed at the blankets of the bed as the breath was punched from your lungs with his brutal thrust. Every snap of Negan’s hips sent his cock deep into your clutching cunt with brutal precision.  In moments you were shattering.  The heat coursing through your veins, your pussy clamping down around his throbbing shaft as you screamed your climax.

“Fuck Negan.” You cried as you body trembled and shook.  

“What was that baby?” Negan growled against your ear as he draped his long body against your back. His breath was hot as it washed over you.  His hips rolled against your rounded ass, grinding his cock deep inside of you until the pleasured pain was almost too much.  

“Daddy.” The word came out as a breathy gasp as he gave a sharp quick thrust that made your toes curl.

“Mmm, fuck yeah babydoll.” Negan grinned before pulling out of you completely and sitting back on his heels.  A quick slap to your hip told you what he wanted and you rolled to your back.  

Negan’s large hands gripped the back of your thighs just above the bend of your knees and he spread you open wide, pinning your knees back to the bed.  “Fuck look at my sexy little girl.”

Slowly and steadily he began to sink his length into you. Your head rolled back and a guttural moan spilled from your lips as he spread you open wide with every thick inch that sank deeper and deeper.  Even with your previous orgasm your walls burned with the stretch of him.

“Fuck!” Negan shuddered as he buried his length into your clutching walls with one hard thrust.  

“Daddy!” Your scream echoed his cry.

“You are so fucking tight baby.” Negan groaned as he stilled himself inside of your fluttering squeezing walls. “Shit.” He hissed between clenched teeth.

“Fuck, taking my cock so fucking good.” He grunted as he as he pulled one leg over his broad shoulder. The new angle  allowing him to sink even deeper. Your slick walls burned with the stretch of the invasion and you panted through the sweet pleasured pain as he filled you so incredibly full. “Jesus, you feel so good.” he moaned as he pulled back until only the thick head of his cock spread your smooth petals only to drive himself hard and deep once more.  

The man above you kept a brutal pace as his cock drove into you at an incredible angle that had you falling over the edge once more.  Your back bowed from the bed as your hands clawed at his sides.

“Oh God, Daddy.” You screamed as you came undone. Your thighs quivered and you pussy clutched and spasmed around his meaty girth as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.  

“That’s it baby, fucking cum all over Daddy’s cock.” Negan growled as his own thrusts began to falter.  Your vision went white as the pleasure coursed through every nerve fiber.  

Negan’s hand slipped between your bodies, his deft fingers finding that throbbing bundle of nerves and stroking in hard fast circles.  You hadn’t come down from your last climax before he was pushing you head first into another.  It was too much, your body shook and your hips bucked and squirmed as you tried to get away from the over stimulation.

“No, no baby. “ Negan’s free hand gripped at your hip to keep you from squirming away.  “One more for Daddy. Cum one more fucking time princess.”  

“I can’t.” You whimpered and panted as you squirmed as much as you could in his grasp.

“Fuck yes you can.” His voice rough as his thrust grew harder and faster as he chased his own release with yours. “Yeah just like that baby.  Fuck I can feel it. You’re almost there. Fucking cum again for Daddy.”

The cord that had tensed once more in your body suddenly snapped as you threw your head back.  Your body went rigid as your slick gushed around his cock as you came with a wordless scream.  

Negan’s own body grew taut above you and he grunted and shook with the force of his release.  His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of your fluttering milking walls as he threw his head back.  His eyes clamped shut as the veins bulged in his neck and his fingers dug harder into your skin. “Fuck.” He roared as his body jerked and his hot seed flooded your core.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep. You wanted to stay awake, wanted to figure out a way to get to Sam and Dean but after the fear and stress of the day and the multiple orgasms that Negan had ripped from body you drifted off to sleep curled up at his side.  You had  been awoken several times that night, each time with the feel of Negan’s breath or lips against your body and the slide of his cock filling your well fucked pussy effortlessly as he took you at least twice more while you tried to sleep.  The man was insatiable.  

When your eyes fluttered open to greet the sunlight that was now streaming through the dusty glass of the window you groaned as you stretched. Your body ached and the soreness between your thighs made you wince.  

“Good fucking morning babydoll.” Negan grinned as he saw you stirring in his bed.  

You grunted softly as you moved to set up against the headboard looking over at Negan as he sat on his couch.

He nodded to the nightstand before speaking. “Breakfast. Figured you might be hungry after last night.” He smiled his shit eating grin at you.

“I want to see my brothers.” You all but glared at him.

“Fuck you are like a fucking broken record.” Negan sighed. “Eat your fucking breakfast and then I‘ll take you to them.”

You did as you were told but with a scowl on your face the entire time.  Your mind was reeling.  The man had to be the devil himself. No worse than that, you had met Lucifer and he wasn’t as bad as Negan.  Negan knew he had broken you down last night. He knew he had made you feel things that you shouldn’t have felt with a man like him, a man so like your father.  It made you feel ashamed, ashamed that you had given in to him so easily.  

Once your breakfast was finished Negan showed you to his shower to let you clean up with the promise to take you to Sam and Dean as soon as you finished.

“What the hell is this, where are my clothes Negan?” You asked as you picked up the small scrap of black fabric that he had placed on the end of the bed for you in place of where your clothing had once been.

“Put it on.” Negan grinned his cocky grin.

“No. Where are my clothes?” You glared at him.

Negan rose swiftly from his seat, picking up the small black dress and shoving it into your chest making you grunt. “Put it the fuck on.” He growled.

“Fuck no.” You stood toe to toe with the towering man.

Negan gripped your chin harshly in his strong hand tilting your head back as his fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to make you wince. “You will fucking put this goddamn dress on or you can kiss your fucking brothers goodbye and never fucking see them again.” He spoke between clenched teeth, his face inches from your own. “So, what’s it going to be babydoll, you going be a good little bitch for daddy or should I take Lucille and go pay your brothers a visit?”

“Fine, I’ll wear it.” You relented.

“Good girl.” Negan released your chin, giving your cheek a firm pat that made you grunt softly.  

Negan lead you down through the building until you were almost on the lower level. He pulled out his keys unlocking a door that lead to a long hallway.  The hallway was lined with doors that you assumed were their holding cells. There was one armed man on guard and Negan simply nodded to him before he moved to the very last door.  

“Open it up Jimmy.” He looked at the man before pointing his bat towards the door.

You jerked out of Negan’s grasp as soon as the cell door was open and you ran inside to find Sam and Dean sitting against the dirty walls.  They both stood as soon as they saw it was you entering their cage.

You threw yourselves at both of them, hugging them both at the same time, one arm around each of their waists as they hugged you at the same time.  

“Thank God you are okay.” Sam spoke as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, I’m okay. How are you guys holding up?” You pulled back to look them over. Other than looking tired and the few scratches and scuffs they both wore from the initial meeting of Negan and his men your brothers looked okay.  

“Five minutes babydoll.” Negan barked, suddenly standing in the doorway to the cell.  

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Dean’s eyes traveled over you from head to toe taking in the skin tight black mini dress and the black high heel shoes.

“Not my idea.” You rolled your eyes and nodded towards Negan.  

Dean’s jaw clenched as he took in your appearance further, his eyes drawn to the bruises at your neck and chest left by Negan’s mouth.  

“You sonofabitch.” Dean growled, his hands clenched into fists at his side.

You quickly stepped in front of Dean, your hands on his chest. “Dean don’t.”  

Negan grinned from his casual stance at the door, clearly amused by Dean’s anger.  “Got something you want to say to me pretty boy?” When Dean didn’t answer Negan grinned wider. “No? Don’t got the balls to stand up to your Daddy huh?” Negan chuckled.

Dean’s eyes snapped from Negan down to you. “You told him?”  

You couldn’t look up at him but instead stared down at the floor and nodded your head.

Dean’s glare moved back to Negan quickly. “She fucking told you and you still…?” Dean was seething now and you felt his body hum with his rage, muscles coiling ready to strike.

“Dean.” His name was a plea on your lips.  “Please.” You begged him. You knew if he went up against Negan unarmed that Negan would kill him. In fact you knew Negan was itching for any reason to kill them. You did the only thing you could think of and you wrapped your arms around your brother’s waist and hugged tight against him.  The softness of your body pressed against him broke the haze of rage that was coursing through Dean’s veins and made his hands unclench at his sides.  He wrapped his arms around you possessively even as he still glared at Negan.  

“Times up.” Negan growled.  

Dean dipped his head and placed a kiss to your temple as you whispered softly against his ear. “I’ll find a way to get us out of here.”  

You pulled away from Dean and hugged Sam before Negan grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly away from your brothers.

“That one brother of yours, what’s his fucking name?” Negan spoke as he practically dragged you down the hallway.

“Dean?”

“Yeah that’s it, Dean.  Well Dean-o is going to get himself fucking killed if he keeps giving me that fucking stink eye. I don’t like it when fuckers think they can look at me like that. I mean I get it, I fucked the shit out of his precious little sister but fuck, you offered yourself up. Was I supposed turn down a fine piece of ass like you? I don’t fucking think so.”  Negan ranted as his long legs carried him towards a destination of you were unsure of.  

“Negan you said you wouldn’t hurt them.” You looked up at him as he drug you along at his side.

“And I won’t doll face as long as you play ball.” He grinned down at you. “But that brother of yours, he tries something and I won’t have a choice.” He kept walking turning his gaze to look down the hallway before he suddenly stopped in his tracks. The abrupt stop almost making you stumble. “Oh I fucking get it now.” He threw his head back and laughed, his hips jutting out as his torso leaned back. “I do believe that the way Dean-o looks at you is a little un-brotherly like.” His tongue rolled against his lip. “That’s why he has his fucking panties in a twist. He’s pissed that I nailed you and he can’t.”

The lack of surprise on your face at Negan’s words was enough to make him laugh again. “I’m fucking right aren’t I and you fucking know it don’t you?” He was thoroughly amused at your expense.

Your turned your head away, unable to look into his eyes.  You knew he would see the truth if you looked at him.  You knew Dean thought about you in a very un-sisterly sort of way.  Drunken confessions late at night along with lingering looks and soft touches had brought the realization that your brother had feelings for his little sister that he shouldn’t, and they were not unreciprocated, but neither you nor Dean had ever acted on it.  Neither of you were willing to cross that line.  

“It’s okay baby.” Negan’s voice was suddenly at your ear, his gruff whisper making you shiver. “Maybe if you’re a good girl for Daddy I can arrange a little alone time for you and your brother.” He chuckled before standing up to his full height.  Your gaze snapped up to him, eyes wide. “Well not exactly alone time. I want to fucking watch that shit go down.” He laughed loudly.

“You are disgusting.” You spat at his towering form.

“You love it baby.” He grinned and began to tug you along down the hall once more.  

You soon found yourself being lead into another room where several other women, all wearing little black dresses, were lounged around on different chairs and couches.  They all barely looked up as Negan shoved you not so gently inside.  

“Welcome to the wives’ quarters.” He grinned and spread out his arms into the room.  

“Wives?” You looked up at him with wrinkled brows.

“Last night was the honeymoon. Welcome to the club sweetheart.” He grinned. “Get comfortable. I’ll come get you later.” And with that he turned on his heels and left you.  

**************

You soon found out that most of Negan‘s “wives” were not there by choice.  Most of them, just like you, were black mailed or coerced into their positions.

“Listen I don’t really care if you believe me or not, all you need to believe is that my brothers are really down there in that fucking cell and I need to get them out.” You sighed as you looked at Negan’s wife Sherry.  “If you can just tell me where he put our weapons then I can get them out. I can do the rest myself.”  

Sherry looked at you skeptically but finally shook her head. “If the weapons were as unique as you say they were then Negan would have wanted to keep them for himself.  They would be in his room.” She bit at her lip nervously.

“Great.” You ran your hand across your face before pinching the bridge of your nose.  Now all you had to do was figure out how to get into Negan’s room.  

“If I help you then you have to do something for me.” Sherry added as you sat in thought.

“What?” You asked looking up at her.

“There is someone else down there that Negan is holding prisoner.  He is good man.  You need to bust him out with your brothers.”

You nodded. “Sure. Deal.” You would do anything at this point to get out of there. Time was running out and the rift would be open again in only a few short hours.  

“Okay.  His name is Daryl.  He can fight too, he has skills, so once you let him out he won’t slow you down. He may even be able to help you guys.” Sherry added.

“Great. We could use all the help we can get.” You bit at your bottom lip.  “We have to figure out something and soon.  We are getting short on time.”

Sherry lead you through the large building back to Negan’s room.  She had talked to man named Dwight and found out that Negan was on a run and wouldn’t be back for a few hours.  

The hallway was thankfully empty as the two of you rounded the corner toward his room.  You recognized his door immediately.  

“I don’t know how we are going to get it. It’s locked.” Sherry looked at you.  

You just grinned, reaching out and stealing a bobby pin from her hair before you kneeled down in front of his lock.  Within a couple of minutes you had picked the lock and the door swung open.

“I’m impressed.” Sherry said with a chuckle.

“Comes with the job.” You grinned at her as you both entered the bedroom.  

The two of you quickly searched through the room.  You found your duffle bag first but the weapons were no longer inside with the other items.  Holy water, bible, journal, laptop, all the miscellaneous items were there but no weapons.

Sherry was looking through Negan’s closet while you began to search through the dresser drawers.

“Bingo.” You whispered as you pulled out Dean’s pearl handled gun along with the demon blade.  The next drawer held your gun which was a mirror image of Dean’s, the only thing that made them different was your initials engraved onto the barrel.  Your machete was in the bottom drawer as was Sam’s weapons.  

You quickly threw everything but your gun into the duffle.  You wish you could have found your clothes but they were not around.  You needed somewhere to hide your weapons but with the stupid little black dress you were wearing there was no where to put them.  You cursed under you breath and had no choice but to just carry your gun in your hand.   You grabbed up your duffel and slung it over your shoulder before heading out the door with Sherry leading the way.  

You both tried to hurry and yet appear as normal as possible as Sherry lead you down towards the cells.

Sherry entered the hallway first as you hid around the corner.  You could hear her talking with guard but not what they were actually saying.  You heard Sherry giggle and you knew she was flirting as the distraction.  You dared a look around the corner and just as planned she had maneuvered the man so his back was to you.  It was nothing to sneak up behind him and hit him over the head with the butt of your gun.  The man crumpled to the floor and you were quick to grab his keys.  

You unlocked Sam and Dean’s door first before tossing the keys to Sherry so she could free this Daryl guy.  Your heart was racing as you ripped the door open.  

Dean and Sam both rushed you, wrapping their arms around you in a quick hug before you pulled back and dug through the duffel to find their guns.  You handed them over with a smile.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” You looked up at the boys and they both nodded in return.  

Sherry was standing by the prisoner she had released. He was a rough looking shaggy-haired man.  He looked the three of you over and gave you a quick nod before turning and heading down the hall.  With a brief goodbye and a thank you to Sherry the three of you followed Daryl.  

You were impressed with Daryl as he lead you and your brothers down the hallways with stealth and ease and the three of you soon found yourselves out in the bright sunlight towards the back of the building.  There were a line of motorcycles parked just outside the door and Daryl went straight for a particular bike.  Dean and Sam both headed for the closest ones.

“Get on.” Dean barked as he squatted down at the side of the bike.  You climbed onto the back of the bike as you watched Dean fiddle with some wires on the engine before he quickly slid on in front of you.  The bike roared to life and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he backed the bike out. With Daryl in the lead, you and Dean in the middle, and Sam bringing up the rear the three of you road through the lot.  You didn’t release the breath you had been holding until all three motorcycles pulled through the gate of the compound and headed down the road.  

When you thought you had put enough distance between you all and the Sanctuary Daryl pulled over on the side of the road.  

Without stepping off his bike he spoke to the three of you.  “Thanks for the help back there.” His southern drawl made you smile.  

“Thanks to you too.” Dean nodded.  

“Don’t know where y’all are from but if you got no place to go you can come with me.  Got a pretty decent place with good people.” Daryl offered.  

“We appreciate that but we have a place.” Sam smiled.  

“A’right.” Daryl nodded.  “Thanks again.”

“Take care of yourself.” You smiled at him and for the first time the man smiled back.  

“Y’all too.”  

You, Sam, and Dean reached the wooded area where the rift would open with only ten minutes to spare.  The three of you stood at the ready and waited for its appearance.  

You noticed Dean’s eyes traveling over you as you stood in your heels and that stupid black dress.  You smiled sheepishly up at him. “I couldn’t find my clothes.” You muttered softly.

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Well, it’s not a bad look for you.” He winked before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “But don’t worry, we’ll get you some new clothes at the next place. Mom should have something you can wear.”  

You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around Dean’s waist.  

The high and then low pitch of a whistle sounded through the quiet of the forest and it made you shudder against Dean.  

Dean was quick to move you behind him as he and Sam both drew their guns to face the man walking into the clearing.  

“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye to Daddy now were you?” Negan cocked his head to the side as he smirked at the three of you.  

“Stay right there.” Sam warned as he aimed his gun at Negan.  

Negan just grinned as he sauntered forward with his bat slung over his shoulder.  The cocking of Dean’s gun had him stopping in his tracks and turning his gaze to your older brother.  

“Fucking hell.” Negan’s eyes went wide as they left Dean to fall on the glowing golden rift that suddenly appeared behind the three of you. “Holy shit, you motherfuckers were telling the truth.”

“Sam, take Y/n and go.” Dean barked, his gaze never moving from Negan.

“Not without you Dean.” You tugged on his jacket as Sam backed away towards the rift, his hand reaching out to grab your arm even as he kept his gun leveled on Negan.

“I’ll be right behind you sweetheart. I promise.” Dean’s voice softened but he didn’t look at you.  

You nodded and let Sam lead you the few feet towards the opening.  You stole one quick look back at your oldest brother and Negan before Sam tugged your hand and pulled you in with him.  

Dean’s jaw clenched and he swallowed thickly as he and Negan stared each other down.  For once Negan didn’t have his cocky grin on his face.  

“You know she fucking wanted it right?” Negan spoke with a seriousness that he didn‘t normally have. “I didn’t do anything to her that she didn’t want. She fucking loved every minute.”  

Dean’s eyes narrowed and a single gunshot rang out shattering the peacefulness around him before he lowered his weapon and stepped through the rift.  

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Leopold “Butters” Stotch

hi! i think i’ve worked out that i’ve reached the activity limit with my overall replies & discord rp-ing (16 replies overall) but, if not, I’m happy to leave this in your inbox until it’s ready x

out of character info

Name/Alias: Grace Pronouns: She/Her Age: 23 Join Our Discord: Yes – already in x Timezone: GMT Activity: 8 Triggers: N/A Password: Jimmy can fast pass my ass Character that you’re applying for: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Favourite ships for your character: Butters/Kenny, Butters/Eric, Butters/Chemistry

in character info (heavy trigger warning for parental abuse and neglect throughout !!)

Full name: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Birthday: 11th September 2000 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: bisexual, male, he/him  Age and grade: 17, senior.

Appearance: 

Butters is cursed with eternal baby-face: chubby cheeks and big blue eyes. Even his hair is as soft and fluffy as the day he was born, with his parents making sure that he never deviates from his short-back-and-sides style by cutting it themselves every Sunday evening. That’s not the only thing that hasn’t changed; his clothing style is as sweet and standard as his middle school days – boot-cut jeans, comfortable sneakers and the teal fleece his mom bought for his 15th birthday (he’s barely grown, since). Sometimes, Butters will experiment with a graphic-tee, his favourite being his array of Hello Kitty Island Adventure merchandise, or bright coloured polo. 

Butters stands at just under average height and just over average weight, with a cute bit of chub on his belly that he doesn’t think will ever go (he’s banned from visiting the gym after his dad’s bathhouse escapades). One time, his mom threatened to fatten him up so much that he’d never be able to leave, and he’s never been able to budge the extra weight, since. He doesn’t mind, though: he’s as body positive as can be, and thinks that anyone who don’t think he’s handsome ain’t looking hard enough.

Personality: 

Butters is a mess, frankly, though he thinks he’s just an ordinary fella living life as anyone should: by being kind and helping others. He’s dangerously gullible and painstakingly naïve, with a generous soul even after everything he’s been through. He just wants to do right by the world, especially his friends. He has a strong sense of justice, though this can be easily manipulated to the point where he’ll believe that what’s wrong is right and what’s right is wrong. Despite often being misguided, he’ll stick by his guns and stay true to himself when the time comes. He’s got better at standing up for himself as he’s got older, too, and isn’t afraid to put his foot down and say heck no if necessary. Most days, he's very confident in his own skills and self-image, but that can all change with one comment. 

His disrespect for authority is an interesting personality trait. He’ll fudge the police and tell his teachers to go suck a popsicle, but there’s two people he can’t say no to. Butters has been gaslighted his entire life, and the emotional and physical abuse he receives from his parents has led to humiliating and childlike obedience (what 18-year-old accepts being grounded for using twitter after 9pm?). When he’s caught doing wrong by his parents, all his self-confidence and cowboy-like bravado is shot to smithereens: he’s just a no good miscreant who ain’t gonna amount to nothin’, so he may as well give up on his dreams and stick to bein’ a plain ol’ nobody.

History:

Butters was born to Linda and Stephen Stotch on 11th September 2000. Ever since that fateful day, his life has been nothing but chaos and control and, though he wakes up to the sound of his own screams every night, he’s grateful for every opportunity he gets. It would be impossible to write all of his ups and downs in a couple of paragraphs, but there are two things that have really shaped Butters as a person.

One: his family. Stephen Stotch uses fear to control his son whilst his mom, Linda, is dangerously protective. Though seventeen, Butters still calls his dad ‘sir’ to his face and does what he’s told or faces severe consequences. The night that his mom asked him to stalk his father to the bathhouse changed a lot of things; he saw the internalised secrets and lies that have corrupted both of his parents and has watched them wear white-picket-fence masks in public every damn day since. He saw his dad embrace his sexuality yet treat it as a sin. He experienced his mom, breaking down, vulnerable and distressed, ready to kill her own son. Not to mention the time he was sold to Paris Hilton as a pet. Linda and Stephen Stotch are manipulative and controlling parents whose ‘love’ of their son, however much they fret over him and cover him with kisses, will never make up for the trauma instilled in him.

Two: his friends. Scrotie McBoogerballs, AWESOME-O, Good Times with Weapons, Marjorine, Casa Bonita. The list of shenanigans that Butters been apart of, and victim of, is endless. He’s been locked in a fridge, publicly shamed on television and stabbed in the eye with a shuriken, yet he still hangs out with these guys. Why? Because he was never part of the gang in kindergarten, and he’s never really had a true friend, someone who has made the effort to see what he’s been through and respect him regardless. Besides, hanging with these guys (whatever injuries and humiliation they bring to him) has given him a strength he never knew he had. He’s become a pimp, rekindled his confidence to dance, got his wiener out at school, become a best-selling novelist and, best of all, learned to say no to Eric Cartman. Not bad for a good-for-nothin’.

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For the first time in a long time, Butter’s internal sludge pile of shame and humiliation is joined by anger. He’s so gosh darn mad that he don’t care who knows it, but no-one is gonna know it, ‘cause he got no cell, no internet, and no hope’a gettin’ outta his stupid ol’ room. It’s the same ol’ story: Eric and the fellas convinced him to get a fake ID so they could get some sorta fancy alcohol for Bebe’s party tonight. Kyle said it had to be him, ‘cause he looks the oldest, and he’s the best actor outta all of ‘em. Butters ain’t sure if that’s true, but he appreciated the compliment, and it’s a bad pal that says no to a favour, especially when the entire party rested on his hands.

He got the booze, alright. And he was nice and proud of himself, until Eric said it was the wrong one. Ain’t no one wants to drink this kindergarten crap, Eric said, we’re men now, we gotta drink whiskey. Well, Butters thinks whiskey tastes like butt, and ain’t no one wants to taste butt, ‘cept maybe Kenny. He thought the blue an’ pink bottles looked cute and bubblegum is his favourite flavour, no doubt about it, but maybe he should’a followed the plan and done what he was told. Darn it all.

He was in trouble with the guys, but at least he weren’t in trouble with his mom and dad, and that meant he’d finally be able to go to a real life party, maybe show off his dancin’ skills and eat some cheese and pineapple sticks. But then they found his fake idea when doin’ their routine search’a his room, and all hell broke loose. You ain’t goin’ anwhere today, mister, they said, you’re gonna sit right here on your tushie an’ think about the consequences of identity fraud. I’m goin’ to that party, Buttons said, puttin’ his foot down. Well, that  just about earned a slap around the noggin and a week without his cell, so he couldn’t even tell the fellas he weren’t comin’ tonight.

A knock on his window jolts him outta his angry pacing. He doesn’t want to look up, ‘cause he knows it’s probably Eric, comin’ over just to make fun of his current predicament and boast all about how much fun he’s gonna have tonight. Well Butters weren’t gonna have it, no sir-ee. He puts his hands on his hips and he gets ready to march right over there and give Eric a proper telling to, but then he sees it ain’t Eric, it’s Kenny, an’ he got a proper determined look on his face.

“We’re breaking you out,” Kenny says, an’ Butters ain’t gonna argue this time.

Headcanons: 

Butters still plays Hello Kitty Island Adventures, but he’s also a massive animal crossing fan. Any game that lets him escape his house, have some independence, and talk to (or raise) cute animals can keep him hooked for hours. Unfortunately, his mom and dad turn the internet off at 9pm and keep his phone in their bedroom at night. 

Butters keeps his sexuality a secret from his parents, and it’s no surprise why. After his mom found out about his dad’s trip to the bathhouse (subsequently attempting to murder her son) and after a gruelling (and very confusing) trip to conversion camp, Butters thought it best to hide any ‘abnormal’ feelings. Fortunately, his friends and their often open sexualities has made him feel comfortable and confident with himself, and he’s resoundingly grateful for it.

He is quietly considering his gender and what it means to be Butters. At the moment, he doesn’t think he needs to put a name to it, but it doesn’t hurt to research, and he’s ecstatic to see he isn’t the only one who doesn’t sit on one end of the binary. Though exploring the possibility of being non-binary, he’s happy to be referred to by male pronouns for now.

Butters wants to be a pre-school teacher, even after what happened to Ms. Claridge. He loves drawing and storytelling and wants to share those gifts to others, helping kids who might not be happy at home.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t think his mum will let him go as far as college without having a breakdown or threatening something real bad. Though his parents have started to treat him a little better as he’s got older, their distrust of the world around them, and of their son, has grown rapidly.

Butters works part-time at the ice cream parlour and adds something special to every sale. Most of the time he uses the wafers and chocolate chips to make little teddy bears, but his extra special treat (for people he really likes) is the unicorn uni-cone with lots of sparkles.

Butters is a wonderful artist! He loves using watercolour pencils and paint the best and though his work isn’t always the most profound (it’s usually portraits of his friends or cute animals he sees), it's always beautifully coloured and full of love.  

Anything else: thank u guys 4 the opportunity

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Tag, Your It || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader 

Fandom: Uncharted.

Requested: Yes! My first one!! [A request for Sam where you two are good friends, but both have feelings for each other. You're always flirting and stuff but no one has made a move yet. One day you're playing lasergun with Nate, elena and Sam, girls against boys. Sam finds you and sneaks up to you from behind, putting his gun to your head and holding you against his chest. But instead of shooting it ends up in a hot make out session. Later interrupted by Nate and elena who are wondering where you are :) xx love your writing!]

Prompt: Taking a break from the treasure hunting business, you, Sam, Nate and Elena all decided to unleash your inner children in a free for all game of Lazer Tag. Given the dark environment years of built up sexual tension between you and Sam finally crumbles down on the both of you. 

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Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Lmaooo so I wrote half of this and saved it as a draft but good old tumblr didn’t save it so heck. Y u gotta do me like that tumblr? SEND THROUGH REQUESTS TOO LOVELIESS <3 its also 2 am so i tried to edit it as best as I could but lmao heck/

Cursing under her breath, Y/N had made a break for the barrier, her heart pounding in her chest. It was dark, hard to hear but she knew they weren’t too far behind her. She leant up against the barrier, panting to gradually gather her breath back before jumping back into the action. 

Despite the fact that Y/N was in the centre of a large foam arena and the gun she had in her hand was actual a lazer gun, it was almost as if she was back in Madagascar trying to fend off shoreline mercenary’s or as if she was back in the ruins of Avalon the legendary Island of King Arthur.

The fact was that Y/N, a grown woman and three of her other supposedly more ‘mature’ friends, decided that they’d spend their well deserved break from treasure hunting in an adults arcade filled with games like Lazer tag to fuel their childish needs. 

Once Y/N caught her breath she bounded up and over the barrier just in time to see a silhouetted figure dart around a corner. She smirked and chased down the figure, not holding back the trigger when she rounded the corner herself. The lazer shot beamed from the barrel of the gun and hit directly at the chest plate which lit up and triggered the lights to flick on. 

“This rounds winner, Y/N.” the autoplay system announced, she grinned proudly and bit back a laugh after discovering her victim was Nate. “What can I say, you gotta be sneakier.” She shoved his shoulder and stepped back awaiting for the next rounds instructions. 

Sam and Elena emerged at different sides congratulating Y/N on her victory for that round, she bowed cockily, “it’s all in the strategy.” Sam stood beside her and peered down at her, “oh please, teach us.” A slight smirk pulled on his lips earning a shove in response. “Talent isn’t something you learn Sammy, you just gotta be born with it.”

“Oh why excuse me princess, I am a man of many talents.” Sam retorted, his smirk more evident as he looked down at her. Nate rolled his eyes, “all right you two, I don’t think we need a demonstration.” Of course, Nate’s unnecessary added comment was only to stir the pot between Sam and Y/N. Having been friends for quite some time, it was only natural that the two would end up developing feelings for each other at one point or another. Naturally, that’s exactly what had happened. 

For months now, quips weren’t just witty one-liners or typical banter, they were now mistaken quite often as flirting. Nate over the course of the past months had to put up with his brothers not-so-inconspicuous-but-very-conspicious complaining and whining over Y/N. It was obvious that the two were attracted to each other in more ways than one, hell, even Sully picked up on it. 

“The next round is, team death match, two teams face off. The team with most amount of hits in fifteen minutes wins. You have thirty seconds to pick your team and sync it to the system.” The automated voice sounded over the arena. Nate was quick to pick, ruffling Y/N’s hair as he made his choice, leaving Sam and Elena unimpressed. 

“What? She won the last round!” Nate put his hands up in defence, Y/N however shook her head and walked over to Elena, “we’ll settle this dispute once and for all, who’s better, us girls or you boys. But we all know who’s going to win right?” Y/N raised her eyebrow cheekily, a smirk pulling on her lips. 

Elena was far more on board with that Idea knowing that trying to verse a team of Nate and Y/N, they wouldn’t stand a chance. The two girls synced up their colours, it was blue versus red now. “I gotta admit, Y/N... i’m a little hurt you didn’t even think to pick me.” Sam frowned jokingly of course. 

The countdown started to flash at ten seconds, as she shrugged and winked at him, “c’mon Sam, you and I both know we’d take down these two in seconds. We gotta give em a chance to win.” She saluted him before the two girls both started to jog the opposite direction of Nate and Sam as the timer continued to beep before lights out. 

They had just made it to cover as the lights flicked off suddenly, leaving them in the dark environment only lit up poorly by few LED lights. “I’m thinking you take the west side of the arena and I’ll take the east side.” Y/N whispered, but before Elena could get up and leave she grabbed onto her wrist, “stay behind cover, if it’s quiet enough you’ll be able to hear them walking.” 

Both girls has parted ways and followed suit with the plan. Y/N was on the east side of the building, hidden behind a pillar, she stuck her head out to see any movement and immediately ducked back behind the pillar upon seeing a silhouette that was indeed not at all Elena. Her side pressed up against the foam pillar, she kept the lazer gun close to her and sucked in a large breath. 

She stuck her head out once more but gasped when someone had pointed their gun to her head and snaked their arm around her waist. She knew that someone was Sam, just by his distinguishable smell and strong embrace. “Bet you regret not picking me for a partner now.” His voice was low and silent, he pressed her up against his chest, proud of his little victory. 

A blush crept up her cheeks, she was thankful it was incredibly dark so she could blush shamelessly. A silent laugh passed through her lips as had to comment on how dramatic he was being, “you do realise that shooting me in the head with a lazer does nothing.” she referred to the gear she had set up that registered the lazer beams as hits. 

“Sure it does-.” he spun her around, his free arm still gripping her waist. He could only just the outline of her face, “-It thickens the plot.” Joking around like he usually did, would result in witty remark after witty remark laced with flirtatious connotations. However this time, it was different. 

For months now tension built up between the two of them, every time they’d make an accidental sexual pun or joke it was almost always followed by suggestive eyes, or every time they would touch accidentally they would linger longer than they should, or hold a gaze longer than necessary. 

“thickens the plot?” She repeated, snorting out a soft laugh making him roll his eyes, “I couldn’t think of anything witty to say.” Sam admitted shrugging in defence, he thought it sounded cool but it sounded a lot better in his head than it did coming out of his mouth. 

She laughed lightly, “Oh I know, that wasn’t one of your best... but besides the point are you going to shoot me or not?” She may have sound composed and put together but on the inside her heart was racing being pressed up so closely to Sam’s chest she was going into sensory overload. “I haven’t made up my mind yet.” His voice softened, while he could barely see her he knew where she was, and his face hovered closer to hers.

“What’s that supposed to-.” He cut her off by closing the gap between their faces, pressing his lips onto hers carelessly dropping the gun on the floor to and caressing her face gently. He caught her immensely off guard but the sensation was nauseating, the good kind of nausea, the kind that made her chest ache and stomach tingle.

He broke away from her but didn’t go too far, the short few second kiss leaving him clammy and sweaty already as well as Y/N. She looked up at him, only just seeing his features before on instinct she brought her hands up to the back of his head and through his hair. Time started to slow momentarily as they stood in silence, nothing but their soft breath was heard before an instant of animalistic hunger struck the both of them. 

The months building up to this moment for them was astonishing, their lips sloppily moved in sync, which contrasted the first kiss incredibly. Y/N ran her fingers through Sam’s hair while his own hands were preoccupied running up and down her sides. 

He bit down on her lower lip causing a hum of pleasure to pass her lips before pressing her up against the foam pillar. The two could barely keep their hands of each other, that was due to the fact that they were reluctant to let go after so many months of intense sexual tension.

They had to keep reminding them where they were and that as heated as things were going they were most definitely not going to do anything in a foam arena. Of course that meant they were going to have a wild night when they got home. Getting herself lost in the kiss Y/N tugged the ends of Sam’s hair a little too tightly, not that the groan from his mouth was one connected to pain but pleasure. 

“Oh please don’t do that.” He murmured against her lips, squeezing her hips slightly. “Sorry.” She mumbled in response, her voice muffled by his lips, “oh no, don’t be sorry, the more you do that the less i’ll be able to hold back from just taking you right here right now.” He admitted, his hands now trailing up to her hair, his calloused thumbs caressing her cheeks softly. 

“I don’t have a problem with that.” She mumbled, her hands still in his hair. “You don’t, but we do...” Nate’s voice greeted them, making the two jump apart. They hadn’t noticed the lights had switched back on and Elena and Nate stood not to far with smirks on their faces. “Jesus, Nathan. How long have you been standing there?” 

“Oh trust us, we just got here. We wondered where you’d both run off too... oh and by the way I won.” Elena grinned, Nate’s arm around her proudly. “This is a little embarrassing...” Y/N admitted, scratching the back of her neck nervously, her lips swollen, much like Sam’s were as well. “Hardly, but you two lovebirds run along now and you-.” Nate turned to his wife, “owe me fifty bucks.”

“Seriously? You guys bet on us, how original...” Sam groaned, rolling his eyes at his younger brother. At least Sam could very comfortably wrap his arms around Y/N and it not be strange anymore.  

[queenzufufu]

Youngsters (1/?)

For the kids at The Rooster teeth care home, life hasn't always been easy. They've come from broken homes, broken families. They've escaped with broken bones and broken spirits. But at least now they have a second chance to be happy with a real family.

Well...that's easier said than done when your family includes a hyperactive midget, an over eager wrestling fanatic and a boy who just can't go a day without punching something...or someone.

a/n: This is my first fic but one that’s been buzzing around in my head for a while. I hope people enjoy it and feel free to leave any constructive criticism!

AO3

The clatter of plates, stomping of feet and scraping of chairs echoed around the large building almost with a tone of urgency. The walls and floors seemed to groan under the pressure and chaotic atmosphere that morning. Not one particular sound could be made out amongst the cacophony – they had all merged into one ear-piercing racket. Until of course the most powerful sound managed to break through, for none of the noises were as loud or jarring as the firm, authoritative voice belonging to one Burnie Burns.

“Boys! Boys, settle down!” he demanded as two small children barrelled past him, both aiming for the same chair and both unceremoniously missing as it was pulled out from underneath them by a much older boy who grinned with glee as they sprawled out across the polished wood floorboards.

Luckily for Burnie, his colleague – and one of his oldest friend’s – was there immediately to rectify the situation.

Burnie nodded his silent thanks to Gus as the man promptly picked up the two and ushered the smaller, slender one into the original chair while calmly finding another one for the other. He also gave a stern warning glare to the eldest boy, who up until that point had been trying and failing to keep the smirk from his face.

As soon as Gus’s back had turned the teen in question glanced up at Burnie, smirk returning full force. Burnie just shook his head and turned away. He had school lunches to prepare – God damn I know I should have done these last night or better still, made one of the other staff do it – and besides, he knew if he continued to look at the boy he wouldn’t be able to keep the smile off his face either. And what kind of example would he be setting then?

Not that Geoff really needed much of an example to follow anymore, he thought. At seventeen he was as much of a man as Burnie himself was, or at least that’s what the teen tried to tell him when he wanted to extend his curfew so he could go to a friend’s party.

For a blissful few moments, it was relatively peaceful behind him. He wasn’t looking at them but judging by the noise level no more children had fallen on the floor or over a chair or out the window. Yet. It was only a single moment of calm however, in a storm of constant chaos and unpredictability that came with running a children’s home.

Fifteen years now, although back then they’d been a lot smaller and had only catered for a maximum of three kids at a time, unlike the hefty eleven they had right now - their current maximum capacity and therefore maximum mayhem inducing.

Case in point – at that precise moment, Burnie could pick out three conversations slash arguments that needed his attention.

“Hey, those were my waffles!” came an indignant cry to his left.

Meanwhile behind him at the large breakfast table there was another whinier, high pitched plea, this one directed at him. “Burnie, Michael keeps kicking me.”

And further down the room there came a perplexed question of: “Has anyone seen my bag? I could’a sworn it was down here last night.”

Ah yes, the first day back at school was always an eventful one to say the least. But I guess I wouldn’t have it any other way. He turned around and watched in horror as a jug of orange juice almost plummeted to it’s death on the floor. Nope, I take that back. I would definitely prefer it if everyone could just eat their breakfast in peace!

There was no rest for the weary though, and he quickly slipped into stern and not-to-be-messed-with Burnie like the old pro he was.

“Bruce, give Jack his waffles back, you put yours in that one – look they’re down now. And I’m sure Michael will stop, Jeremy, unless he wants to skip breakfast.” He said, giving the curly haired boy a pointed look and receiving a purposefully blank expression in return.

Sighing, he called out across the large room. “And I moved it into the hall, James, after I tripped over if for a third time.” He walked over to where James had taken his seat and gripped both of the boy’s shoulders, giving them a playful shake. “Let me remind you again young man to keep your stuff in your room or at least out of the way of everyone else – thank you in advance.”

The young boy beamed up at him, looking positively angelic. “Thanks, Burnie. Sorry, Burnie.

Burnie just shook his head fondly. He knew the boy could be anything but angelic, but it was almost impossible to stay frustrated at him.

Placing the last few lunches in the assortment of bags, he took another glance around the room, counting the faces there. Everyone accounted for bar one, he surmised. That wasn’t really surprising.

His phone suddenly vibrated and he cursed under his breath as he read the accompanying message. Great, that was all he needed today. Barbara and Trevor - his two junior carers - were stuck in traffic which meant it’d be up to him and Gus to ferry the kids to school, which also meant leaving earlier than planned if they wanted to make it in time with only two minivans. Usually the kids would walk the two minutes to the bus stop but for some godawful reason unbeknownst to him, the buses weren’t running for the first week of term. Burnie had long ago decided he must be cursed.

Taking a deep breath, he bellowed out to everyone. “Right, breakfast time’s just been halved! Eat quickly because you will not be taking food in the cars! Not after what happened last time.”

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Gavin involuntarily shivered after Burnie’s final line. He and everyone else - well, except for maybe Elyse – knew exactly what he was referring to. To cut a long and quite frankly disgusting and traumatic story short, Jeremy plus food plus cars did not equal anything remotely close to fun.

Looking at his still mostly full plate of food, he hesitantly forked in a large mouthful, a rather stupidly large mouthful as he immediately felt nauseous. Even though he’d lived at the home for nearly a whole year, he’d never succeeded in having as big an appetite as the others. That’s why he still had to go for stupid check ups every now and then. They were dumb. The doctor gave him a checklist each time so he could tick off food that he had eaten. Gavin always felt like telling him not everybody could have appetite’s like Jeremy but his natural politeness and nervousness discouraged that.

The thought made him frown a little and suddenly there was an elbow jabbing gently into his side.

“You nervous?” the brown eyed, curly haired boy next to him asked. Aka eight year old Michael Jones. Aka his best friend.

“A little,” Gavin admitted quietly, still trying to swallow the remainder of food. Michael must have mistaken his frown for worry about their first day back at school after the summer break, which come to think of he was a little apprehensive about.

Michael gave him another shoulder nudge. “Don’t worry about it, you enjoyed last year, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “My teacher was nice.”

Michael nodded in firm agreement. “Miss Banbury’s nice too, a buddy of mine had her last year, she’s cool,” he reassured the younger boy. “You’ll be fine. Teacher’s love you, golden boy.” He gave Gavin a large smile.

Gavin couldn’t help but smile back. Michael’s never ending assurance was always a comfort to him, when still so much of life often filled him with fear and caution.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine kid,” another voice added from across the table – the one that belonged to his competition for a chair that morning. “And if anyone gives you any trouble, just give me a holler. I’ll show ‘em what’s what.”

“See Gavvy?” Michael said. “Old Kovic’s got your back.”

Gavin gave the older boy a grateful smile. Adam was going to be in sixth grade now, so he was one of the oldest in their school. Also he was tall and strong. Gavin had no doubt that he would be able to keep his word if push came to shove, quite literally.

“How about you James?” Gus asked, joining in on the overheard conversation. “First day of middle school’s exciting, right?”

“I guess,” the blue eyed boy shrugged. “It’s school. We’ll do school stuff.” He was never one to care too much about it and get all nervous over first day’s - he never took things seriously enough, that’s what Burnie always said. The best part of school for him was hanging out with his friends. And sports. Sports were pretty awesome according to him.

“You’re not worried then?” Elyse queried.

James shrugged once again at the blonde girl’s question. “Eh, it won’t be that much different to last year. Most of my buddies will be with me. Only thing is we’re now the small ones instead of the tall ones.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Jeremy groaned audibly causing everyone to laugh. The youngest might have been many things; hyper, loud, appetite to envy a lion’s, but one thing he definitely lacked was height.

Anyway, he was only in kindergarten this year. Gavin doubted that height would be a massive factor when it came to finding new friends, especially when you were as friendly as Jeremy.

More laughter and chatter rang around the breakfast table as kids and teens rushed to stuff as much food in their mouths as was humanly possible before Burnie would be giving them their marching orders.

Gavin for his part had kind of given up. His stomach ached and he still felt a bit nauseous. Him and eating food quickly never went well, especially early in the morning. Honestly, before he’d come to the home he’d never even had the option to eat that much at all. Except for that one week when… He forcefully paused the memory. It would do no good to throw up on the table now.

He was about to make his excuses to go to the bathroom to try and calm himself down when a sudden presence behind him had him stiffening. A shadow cascading in front of him as he caught the form moving in his peripheral vision.

Gavin swivelled his head to see their second newest arrival standing there in silence, looking as menacingly unfriendly as ever. Oh Gavin really hoped things weren’t going to kick off again.

With that boy though, it was always a gamble. Lawrence was only eleven, the same age as James, and yet to Gavin he seemed so much older.

He’d barely spoken to Gavin, except to push past him and call him a ‘fucking midget’. That wasn’t very nice. The older boy was only a little taller, only standing slightly higher than Michael who himself was barely taller than Gavin; if anything he was the small one. But Gavin’s downfall was he was skinny, whereas Lawrence looked like he could go through a few rounds in the ring against Geoff and come out relatively unscathed. Gavin wouldn’t be surprised if that actually happened with the amount the boy got on everyone’s nerves.

The older boy had still yet to say anything but the way he was eyeing Gavin was starting to creep him out. No one else had paid the new arrival much attention thus far, the older boy sticking close to the wall. But then suddenly he had taken a step forward and his hand was reaching out, and Gavin instinctively flinched from the fist coming towards him.

But no contact was made, the boy’s hand going straight past him to grab the remaining waffle on his plate, so quickly Gavin almost missed it, before he swiftly turned and left, roughly shoving in Gavin’s slightly stuck out chair as he went.

The young boy swallowed. Well, that could have gone a lot worse, he supposed. At least Burnie and Gus wouldn’t complain about him not eating enough or wasting food. But nevertheless, that was still rude he thought. You didn’t just snatch food off people’s plates without saying anything!

The thief had nearly made his way back out of the room but hesitated when Burnie asked: “Hey Lawrence, you gonna be joining us?”

Lawrence shook his head, keeping his eyes lowered. Gavin didn’t miss the way he’d immediately tensed up, like he was ready for a fight. He’d seen Michael act the same way when he got into a shouting match with another kid at school. Except there was no one shouting now, at least not angrily – in fact, Burnie sounded a lot gentler right then than he usually was in the morning – so he didn’t quite understand it.

“I’m good,” was the only response Lawrence offered, keeping his one hand and food – Gavin’s food – behind his back. Gavin narrowed his eyes but still didn’t say anything. He knew better than to anger people who were older and stronger than him. He’d learnt that the long, hard way.

Burnie gave a small smile and nodded. “Alright…you sorted? Everything ready?”

Sighing, the boy simply held up his school bag in the most nonchalant way ever, with an expression that read “are we done here?”.

Taking in the unspoken message, Burnie just gave him the thumbs up. “Okay, we’ll try not to be too late,” he said, even though the eleven year old had sauntered out after the first word left his mouth.

Next to him Michael was shaking his head. Gavin knew that his best friend didn’t think much of the newcomer. Michael may have been feisty at times, but rudeness and disrespect were things he simply could not stand. The older boy turned to him with a “what can you do?” expression but his frown deepened when he took in Gavin’s plate and connected the dots. “Wait, did he – motherfucker!” The eight year old cried out, slamming his fist down on the table in anger and making the nearby glasses shake precariously.

“Michael!” Burnie reprimanded instantly. The others had gone silent. They were all used to Michael cursing occasionally, and none of them had had what you would call sheltered childhoods so it was nothing new. But when Michael sounded that angry, they knew they should probably take an interest.

Michael stood up, pointing a finger at the door, looking Burnie dead in the eye. “He just took–”

“Michael,” Burnie said again, quieter this time, but he made the gesture across his throat which they all knew meant “cut it”.

“But–” Michael began again, although this time sounding more confused than mad.

Burnie walked over and clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Michael, leave it,” he said once again. “I know what he did was wrong but now’s not the time. I promise I’ll talk to him later.” He bent down so he was eye level. “I promise,” he reiterated. That was important. Michael took all promises very seriously and found it hard to trust a lot of people to keep them. Burnie was one of those few people though. As he was to all of them. They trusted him.

And so Michael let it go, despite how much Gavin knew his friend probably wanted to go after the older boy and tear into him. He was protective in that way, especially over Gavin. “He’s an asshole,” Michael whispered into his ear. “Just be grateful we’re not going to school with him.”

Gavin nodded in agreement. He understood just too well how scary it could be joining their home. He’d been terrified to speak to anyone for weeks but Michael had kind of just not let him be alone, and eventually he’d finally felt confident enough to utter those first few words. Those words being, “Don’t do that!”, when the slightly older boy decided he wanted to eat a live beetle he’d found in his room he shared with Jeremy.

“Not my fault the sucker entered my territory!” Michael had replied. But he’d laughed it off and let the beetle outside. Gavin sometimes wondered if the whole thing had been a ploy to get him to speak up, knowing his love of animals. Anyway, ever since then, they’d been thick as thieves and close as brothers.

Lawrence was different though. He didn’t seem scared. He was the scary one. Gavin had been playing on the Xbox with Michael, Bruce and James when they’d seen him arrive a month prior. Or rather heard him. Been dragged in kicking and screaming like he was being brought for slaughter. It had taken three grown adults to bring him in, and once they had he immediately broke a lamp by shoving over the desk it was sitting on. At least that act of destruction had calmed him from that particular episode but it wasn’t like he’d been any better since.

No. Gavin liked to think he could read people pretty well. There had been some days in the past when all he had done was watch people without saying a word. Sometimes even weeks. And so Gavin could tell there was something just…off about the boy. But what it was he couldn’t quite place. Or perhaps it was some sort of thing he hadn’t heard of yet. Like insomnia – he hadn’t known about that until recently. Ryan had that and it made him grumpy at times.

On the other hand, at least Elyse was nice. Like stupidly nice. Like, he didn’t know people could be that lovely until he’d met Elyse. She’d only been with them for two weeks but she already felt like one of the gang, and considering this was her first foster home and it was one full of boys, she handled it remarkably well.

He didn’t know why she was in care – he didn’t think anyone did apart from the actual carers and maybe Geoff – but there was an unspoken rule that you didn’t ask. They all knew how awkward it could be trying to explain. I mean, what did you say to that?

My parents hurt me?

My parents died?

My parents didn’t care about me?  

Or simply. I don’t know.

There was no easy answer and they each respected that. Gavin himself, only knew about half of the true stories as to why the others were here. The rest were only small and brief answers, a brief slither of the horrific truth.

But no matter what they were here for, they’d made the best of it, and he knew very well that he was lucky they had such a good home with a bunch of genuinely good-hearted kids and carers.

Elyse fit right in with them. Despite whatever she had been through before, she was trying her best and in return they had welcomed her. Just like Gavin had done in the past. And Michael before him. Even Geoff at one point.

You get what you give, right? he thought. It was simple, really.

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Burnie ran a hand through his hair as he walked back inside. He decided that the more stressful his life got, the more frazzled his hair got and that morning was definitely on the upper end of stress. And that’s why I wear hats, he thought, as he grabbed a nearby one and placed it on his head.

He’d gone out when he’d heard the front door slam and wanted to make sure Lawrence hadn’t run off. The boy had yet to run away so far, but judging by his files that had been a regular occurrence at his previous seven or eight homes. Luckily for him– and his hair – the boy had merely been skulking in the corner of the driveway, eating the remainder of Gavin’s food. He could have possibly been smoking too – but that was another issue Burnie would have to touch upon later, less he wanted another battle with the boy.

Burnie had seen the waffle theft happen – not much got past his experienced eyes – and it was that experience that had taught him when to pick his battles. He would of course address it like he had promised Michael, but not right at that moment. At least he knew Gavin wasn’t going hungry because of it. Despite the progress that had been made, that boy still got full from a candy bar.

He groaned inwardly as he heard the clatter of plates being put into the dishwasher. He had a feeling he was going to be doing a lot of picking battles with Lawrence around, more so than usual with new kids.

The young boy wasn’t really meant to be with them. He’d been headed to another home - a youth detention center actually, or juvie as they were more commonly known. A facility with more security and strict rules and less emphasis on the caring side of things. Burnie didn’t approve of every way the centers conducted themselves, but he didn’t necessarily disapprove either. Some kids were just too much of a danger to themselves and others to be housed in a more “normal” home.

Someone had taken pity on the eleven year old however. Maybe because the place he’d been headed to had been overcrowded to the brim with boys who were generally older than him. Maybe it was because Burnie and the others had taken in so called “problem children” and special cases before. Maybe it was because they thought he deserved yet a twelfth chance.

The foster home Burnie had become the head of eight years ago was one of the top in the state. They were a private care home. Financially funded by a company set up nearly thirty years ago by a friend of Burnie’s father.

Fresh out of college and with limited knowledge on what he wanted to do, Burnie had begun working at the home during the weekends. He had quickly found the work to be challenging, exhausting and at times downright depressing, but he also found that there was something so, so rewarding about it.

Over time those weekends had turned into week days, and then seven days a week. He’d done day shifts, night shifts, he’d undertaken more training and moved into more senior positions as more staff had been hired for the enlarging building. And then one day, he’d found himself taking over from the former manager – or as the kids fondly called them – the big dog.

So now here he was. The big dog in the chaos house. The building itself was near perfect. Large and open and airy, with plenty of light and space for the kids to let off steam. There was a garden at the back large enough to hold a small concert and in a quiet and safe enough neighbourhood that they didn’t have to worry too much about the kids wandering off site.

A couple hundred years ago the area might have been completely rural. But with a busy city a twenty minute drive away, houses had popped up over the decades. You went back far enough and you could find out that the building had once been a hunting lodge, back when it was twenty times smaller.

That’s where the original and official name had come from. It had been the The Rooster Lodge Home until about eight years ago on April Fool’s Day, when one of the kids (almost certainly Geoff) had climbed up and stuck a pair of mechanical teeth on the weathervane that still perched on the roof – the only remainder of a history long since lost. And so then naturally it had been The Rooster Teeth Lodge Home. Somewhere along the line the ‘Lodge’ had been dropped – both to shorten the name and due to the fact that the building hadn’t been a lodge for a very long time and no longer resembled one. So Rooster Teeth it was. The Rooster Teeth Home.

His home.

There was more clattering and then footsteps as some of the kids emerged into the hall and dived for their bags.

Burnie allowed himself to smile. Okay then, okay, we’re finally getting somewhere.

Then there was an incredibly loud smash!

“Oh for– what was that?” he called out.

Of course the two replies he got were. “Nothing!” and “Bruce did it!”

Typical.

a/n: So there’s the first chapter. Really looking forward to writing this!

Part 2

[marvelous-imagining]

Extended Visit

Request: sebastian x reader, he's been with his girlfriend for about a year and they wanna go to romania.the reader is hungarian, her family lives near the romanian border... they've never visited them before because they live in new york together... and when they land in budapest (our capital) the flights are cancelled and they decide to drive to her city and after that go to romania... they only wanted to stay for like 2 days or what but because of the horrible weather the family doesnt let them go so they stay there for a week... but  what is interesting is that her family doesn't speak english so its a bit complicated to communicate, not even the reader's sister who speaks german instead of english

A/N: This one is pretty specific, but as always, you can change some things up with your imagination. Some of the dialogue is in Hungarian, some in German, so, feel free to correct me if needed. Anyways, hope you like this imagine! Also, I added something at the end which I hope you don’t mind... I can’t really say much else without spoiling it. I have a few comments about that after the imagine, read them if you want.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Hungarian!reader

Words: 4,533

Warning: this imagine may be a bit fluff-ish

Standing at the baggage claim at the Budapest Airport, you leaned your head against Sebastian's shoulder as you closed your eyes, feeling absolutely exhausted from the long flight you had just gotten out of only a few minutes before.

Sebastian wrapped an arm around your waist and rested his head on yours, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head.

You waited for a while until you were able to grab your bags and headed to wait for your next flight to Bucharest, Romania.

You yawned as you dragged your baggage along. Walking through the airport to the gates, you noticed that the flight had been cancelled due to bad weather conditions.

You ran your hand over your face and turned to Sebastian. "What do we do now?" You asked.

He shrugged. "I need to tell them we're not able to get there on time," he said, referring to his family that was waiting for you two back in Romania.

You nodded and sat down, grabbing your own phone that was running out of battery. You sighed and looked at Sebastian who was dialing a number on his phone. "Say hi for me," you told him.

Sebastian nodded and gave you a small smile before he turned around and placed the phone on his ear. He started walking around the area, he always wandered around when he was on the phone. It was very calming to him.

You slumped back in your seat and turned your attention back to your phone, unlocking it only for the battery to die. You huffed in annoyance and placed your phone on the seat next to yours. You looked around, trying to find Sebastian in the crowd of people. After a few seconds, you found him. He started walking towards you, saying goodbyes to the person on the other side of the line. He took a seat next to yours and let out a quiet groan, letting his head rest on your shoulder for a change.

"I finally have the time to visit Romania and of course the flights are cancelled," he muttered.

You hummed, "It sucks."

You two just stayed there for a minutes before you got an idea.

"What if we crashed at my folks'?" You asked, making Sebastian lift his head from your shoulder and look at you.

"How far do they live?"

"About two hours away, near the Romanian border." You said, seeing his lips pucker a bit as he thought about your suggestion. "We could continue our way to Romania after that." You continued. "I mean we came here to meet your family, you could meet mine. Two birds with one stone."

Sebastian nodded almost immediately and smiled. "Why not?" He shrugged. "They do live pretty close and I haven't met them before."

"Great! Give me your phone I need to call them," you said, placing your hand in front of him. He dug into his pocket and grabbed his phone, placing it in your palm with a quick kiss on your cheek. You took the phone in your hands and dialed your mother's number.

"Halo?" You heard her answer. Hello?

"Jó reggelt, mama!" You greeted her. Good morning, mom!

She let out a quiet gasp and started gushing about you calling her. You heard her tell someone that you were on the phone before finally speaking to you again. "Jo reggelt! Vogy hogy?" Good morning! How are you?

"I'm good, thanks. Listen, me and Sebastian were on our way to Romania," you started and turned to look at Sebastian who was looking right back at you, "The flights are cancelled due to the weather. Is it okay if we come over and stay until we get to another flight?" You asked.

"Of course it is! Oh, you haven't been home in so long. Do you need a ride?"

"I think we'll be able to get a cab or—" You were interrupted by your mother telling your father to go and pick you two up from the airport. "Mom, we can—"

"Your father will be there in a few hours."

You sighed in defeat and Sebastian placed a hand on your thigh, raising a brow as if questioning if something was wrong. "Alright, see you."

"Viszontlátásra." Goodbye.

You handed the phone back to Sebastian and gave him a small smile, "My dad's coming to pick us up," you told him, "Guess you'll be meeting my father first. Oh, and none of my family members speak English."

Sebastian's eyes widened. You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.

Stepping inside the house your parents lived in, you were immediately greeted by your mother along with your sister who invited you for a hug. You wrapped your arms around them before stepping aside so they could greet Sebastian. He politely shook their hands just like he had shaken your father's hand back at the airport.

The fact that Sebastian and your parents couldn't communicate properly made things a bit harder. You had to translate everything they said to each other. Your parents asked him a lot of questions which kept you busy you couldn't even start a conversation with your sister.

After your parents were done interrogating your boyfriend, he turned to you and smiled. "I'm sorry," he apologized and wrapped his arms around your waist. "I wish I knew how to speak Hungarian so I could talk to them properly."

"It's okay," you said and placed your hand in the back of his neck. "As long as you are getting along, I'm fine with being a part of every conversation you have." You sent him a smile before kissing him gently.

You heard your sister coming towards you and you pulled away from Sebastian and asked your sister to come over to you.

"You speak German, right?" You asked Sebastian who shrugged.

"Sprechts du Deutch?" Your sister asked, surprised. Do you speak German?

Sebastian nodded and as he was about to tell her he only knew a bit, your sister started talking about how amazing it was that she could now talk to him properly. She went on and on and asked him questions which he didn't know how to answer since he was having a hard time keeping up with your sister.

You decided to jump in and stop your sister. "He only knows a little bit."

Your sister sent him an apologetic smile and said, "Es tut mir leid." I'm sorry.

Sebastian shrugged it off, accepting the apology.

"I'm gonna go help mom in the kitchen." Your sister excused herself.

You looked at Sebastian again and laid your head on his shoulder. "This is going to be interesting," you said and felt his body shake slightly as he laughed.

"That was so awkward." Sebastian groaned as he flopped down on your old bed after having dinner with your family. He covered his face with his hands and you chuckled as you walked over to the bed with a laptop you had packed in your suitcase. You sat down next to Sebastian and started looking for upcoming flights to Romania. You felt his fingers on your thigh but kept your eyes on the laptop screen. You felt his fingers make their way their way up your thigh and you gently pushed his hand away. "I just want your family to like me, you know?" He said quietly and propped his head up on his hand.

"Don't stress over it too much," you said, running your fingers through his soft hair while still keeping your eyes on the laptop. "Their opinion won't change the way I think about you."

"I know that," he said as he sat up beside you. "Still, it would make things easier if they liked me. I just feel like that's impossible since I can't talk to them at all."

"I'll be there to translate everything." You smiled. "Anyways, after that dinner both languages are mixed together in my head so I'm sorry if I say something that makes no sense," you said with a chuckle. "Next flight that we can get tickets to leaves in two days. Wanna book 'em?"

Sebastian nodded and moved behind you, laying his chin on your shoulder while wrapping his arms around your waist. He was still a little sleepy from the long flight and it showed. He was always up for some cuddling when he was tired.

You heard a knock on the door and it opened shortly after. Sebastian was quick to pull away from you and look at the door as well, seeing your mother stepping in. "What are you doing?" She asked, pointing at the laptop in your lap.

"Booking tickets for a flight. It leaves in two days."

"What about the storm? You can't leave! Who knows what will happen if you go on that flight."

"But, mom—"

"No, you are not booking those tickets." She said with a serious tone in her voice as she walked up to you, grabbing the laptop from you. You exclaimed, looking at her in surprise as she put the lid down and placed the laptop on a bedside table. "You are staying until the storm is over." She said and gave Sebastian a polite smile before leaving the room. You were left staring at the door with slightly wider eyes than usual.

"What did she say?" Sebastian asked, worried by your reaction.

"Apparently there's a storm," you said and took out your phone, checking the weather forecast. "Mom's not letting us book that flight." You frowned as you saw how horrible the weather was getting. "And for a reason. Wow, yeah... It's better if we stay here until the weather gets better. Time to call the family, tell them we won't be coming for a while."

Sebastian let out a hum, taking in what you had just said. He raised a brow as he looked at you and you gave him a questioning gaze, wondering what was on his mind. He breathed in before letting it out while asking, "How long does it take to learn Hungarian?"

You chuckled in response.

The next morning, you woke up to the feeling of Sebastian accidentally smacking you in the face. You sat up, holding your nose and you looked down at your boyfriend to see him still asleep. You shook your head, yawning before reaching out to your phone, seeing it was still very early. You rubbed your sleepy eyes, pushed the covers off of you and slung your legs over the edge of the bed.

You walked over to your suitcase and put on some sweatpants and took one of Sebastian's hoodies that just happened to be on top of his suitcase. He might had put it there so he could put it on when he woke up but he somehow always seemed to have the softest clothes, you couldn't resist taking it and putting it on. You walked out of your old bedroom and over to the kitchen, seeing your mother already there, preparing some breakfast. You wished her a good morning and she wished you one back. "How did you sleep?" She asked.

"Pretty well," you answered while sitting down at the table. "The bed is a lot smaller than what we have back home, I woke up to Sebastian swatting my face," you said with a small laugh, earning one back from your mother.

"How is life in New York?" Your mother asked as she took a seat next to you, "with Sebastian."

You smiled. "Life's great."

Your mother cocked a brow. "Life's great?" She asked. "That's it?"

You shrugged. "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"I want details."

You rolled your eyes and turned on your chair to face your mother, still smiling. "Well, there's really not much to tell. We've been together for about a year, we live together in New York, he has a break from filming so we decided to go to Romania to meet his family."

"But it's serious?"

You nodded, shrugging. "I'd say so. I mean we're meeting each other's families and all..."

"And you're happy?"

You nodded again. "Very happy."

"That's great to hear," your mother said as she pat your shoulder.

You both heard footsteps nearing behind you and you turned to see Sebastian coming over to the kitchen. He came in, wished a good morning to your mother in Hungarian like you had thought him the night before. He walked over to you, placed a hand on your shoulder and wished you a good morning as well. "I see someone stole my hoodie again," he said and sat down beside you. "A hoodie that I placed on top of my suitcase so I could pick it up and put it on."

You flashed him a smile. "But it's so comfy," you said with a pout. "I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "It's alright, you look better in it anyways," he said with a small smile and rubbed your back gently. He looked at the table and saw food on it already, waiting to be eaten. "Can I...?" He asked, gesturing to the food. You nodded, telling him to go for it and turned to your mother, thanking her and hearing Sebastian trying to repeat what you said, sounding slightly off.

"He's cute," your mother whispered and you smiled, agreeing to her statement.

Soon your father and sister joined the three of you and you all sat at the table, eating breakfast. It was pretty quiet until your sister spoke up.

"How long are you going to stay with us?"

"However long this storm lasts. Mom won't let us leave."

"For a good reason!" Your mother joined the conversation. "Who knows what could happen on that flight?"

"Well what if we drove a car there?" You asked.

"He lives in Constanta, yes?"

"His family does."

"It would take about eleven hours to drive there. You're staying."

Later that night your family and Sebastian were in the living room, watching some TV. Sebastian was there just to be polite, he of course didn't understand whatever the Hungarian program was on TV. He was just there sitting beside you with his arm on the backrest behind you while you laid your head on his shoulder. Sebastian would sometimes glance around, looking around the living room while you and your family members were talking about the show.

"Oh, the Martian is next!" Your sister called out after the show you had been watching ended, commercial break starting.

You smiled, turning to look up at Sebastian. "Babe, the Martian is next. Is it okay if we watch it?"

"Uhh... Sure," Sebastian muttered. "I love watching people trying to grow potatoes."

You chuckled, giving him a weird look. "What?"

Sebastian huffed and shook his head. "I don't know... Watney just... He grows potatoes, okay?" He said quietly, earning another chuckle from you.

So the five of you started watching the Martian. A few minutes later you turned to Sebastian, patted his chest and stood up. "I'm gonna make some popcorn."

Sebastian nodded and watched you leave. He looked around the room again, looking at your family members, feeling slightly awkward. He couldn't even speak with them without you in the room. It's not like he didn't want to, he just couldn't. He and your family had no language all of them could speak in to communicate. It made his visit very hard.

It was taking you quite some time in the kitchen, Sebastian hadn't even heard the microwave being turned on when your father looked at the TV screen, letting out a surprised, "Hey!" Sebastian turned to look at the screen too, seeing himself on it. "Sebastian!"

Sebastian pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah, that's me," he chuckled while scratching the back of his neck.

Your mother turned to Sebastian too, looking between him and the TV screen, letting out a surprised "Oh."

Sebastian looked at the screen, reading the Hungarian subtitles out of curiosity, seeing if he could learn one word in Hungarian and bring it up in a conversation with you. To surprise you, catch you off guard, impress you a little bit.

You came back after a while, sitting down beside Sebastian again, handing him the bowl of popcorn which he took gladly.

Your parents kept shooting questions to Sebastian during the movie and he tried to answer them the best he could. Of course you had to be there to translate everything which didn't give you much time to actually focus on the movie. When the movie was starting to reach its end, it came time to get Watney back on the spaceship. Johanssen played by Kate Mara was with Chris Beck, Sebastian's character and she kissed his face plate and looked away, embarrassed. "That was stupid, don't tell anyone I did that."

"Don't tell anyone I liked it," Beck replied with a smile.

Your parents turned to you with slightly uncomfortable smiles on their faces. You raised a brow, so did Sebastian. "Why are you looking at us like that?" You asked, confused.

Your mother looked at the screen then at you. "That scene was um..."

"Mom, he's an actor. He's gonna kiss other people. It's fine." You rolled your eyes, turning to Sebastian who was still looking at you with his brows furrowed.

"So you don't feel uncomfortable seeing him—"

"No, dad. He's an actor. Seriously, it's fine," you answered with a chuckle.

"What's going on?" Sebastian asked with a whisper.

"They think I'm uncomfortable seeing you kiss other people."

"Oh," Sebastian muttered, looking back at the screen. "Are you?"

"No." You shook your head. "But they seem to be." You chuckled and looked at your parents.

Sebastian grimaced and turned to you again. "I'm still on their good side, right?" He whispered in your ear, causing you to laugh.

The next couple of days went pretty smoothly. Sebastian could talk to your sister in German a little bit, you were still there to translate something since he wasn't fluent in German. He'd tell you what he wanted to say, you'd tell it to your sister who'd then just change to German again. You'd always be there if he had a conversation with your parents or other relatives that came to visit after hearing you were back in Hungary. It was exhausting. You had to switch between Hungarian and English all the time, at the end of each day, you felt like those languages were all mixed up together and you had a hard time forming a proper sentence without taking a minute to think.

Your family seemed to love Sebastian, though. Your parents kept wanting to talk to him and kept telling you to ask him something. Their conversations always seemed to last forever. At first you thought it was just to get to know him a little better and after that they'd leave him alone but no. The longer you two stayed, the more questions they had for Sebastian.

"I swear when we get home, I'm not going to be able to speak any language at all. I'm already... My brain is being overworked," you muttered and placed your head on Sebastian's shoulder. "I don't know how translators do this."

"I'm sorry, babe." He kissed the top of your head before laying his head on yours. "Why don't you go help your mom in the kitchen," he suggested, "that way you won't have to translate anything, just focus on one language."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and sent a smile in his direction. "Thanks," you said, "but what about you?"

"Your sister is here," he nodded his head towards the chair your sister was sat on. "I'm sure we'll be fine," he assured you.

You stood up from the couch and went into the kitchen, leaving Sebastian alone in the living room with your father and sister. He watched you until you were in the kitchen, out of his view and he turned to your sister. He took a deep breath, hoping the little revision he did on German by himself the night before would help him with what he was about to say. "Hey, can I talk to you?"He asked.

"Do you wanna watch something on the TV?" She asked and handed him the remote.

Sebastian shook his head, "No, thanks. I need to ask you something."

Your sister frowned and turned her attention towards Sebastian, forgetting about the TV. "What is it?" She asked, getting worried.

"I need you to repeat this to your father, okay?"

Your sister reached out to your father and nudged his shoulder, earning his attention. He then joined the conversation, trying to keep up as your sister and Sebastian continued to speak German.

"I know we haven't known each other for long but I hope I've given a good... impression of myself," Sebastian said as he looked at your father, wanting to seem sincere. "But I really love your daughter, sir and I... want to ask her to marry me. Maybe not very soon but since I'm meeting you now, I thought it would be good to—"

Sebastian was interrupted by your sister who was squealing in excitement before she turned to your father, explaining what Sebastian had said. Your father's eyes widened and he stood up from his seat before pulling Sebastian up too. Your father pulled him in for a quick hug which stunned Sebastian a bit. He was confused, he hadn't even gotten to tell him just how much he loved and adored you, how much he cared for you and how he'd make sure he would never hurt you and that he'd always keep you happy.

Your father said something which Sebastian waited for your sister to translate. "He's happy," your sister said, smiling widely. "He also appreciates you asking him first."

"B-but... I didn't get to finish my speech."

"He says he doesn't need to hear it. He can see how much you love Y/N and how much she loves you. That's all he needs to see to know you're meant for each other."

Sebastian let out a relieved sigh and shook your father's hand, thanking him in Hungarian like he had learned how to do with your help.

"What's going on here?" Sebastian heard you ask from behind the him.

He turned around, "Just... thanking your dad for letting us stay here, knowing we're going to leave tomorrow morning."

You nodded, looking at your sister and father who were grinning widely. You narrowed your eyes, sensing something suspicious. "The dinner's ready," you told Sebastian before repeating the same in Hungarian so your sister and father could understand. The two nodded and walked past you, leaving you and Sebastian alone. "My mom keeps talking about you a lot, like a lot." You chuckled, making Sebastian raise a brow. "I think she may have a crush on you," you joked.

"Okay, they all seem to like me," he said, sounding very relieved. "That's gonna help in the future. Now all we have to worry about is my family liking you."

Your mouth dropped open as you looked at him, faking an offended reaction. "How dare you!" You exclaimed, swatting his arm playfully. "Don't just throw your nervousness at me. I'll be fine. I've already met your mom plenty of times and she likes me, right?"

"Well..." Sebastian muttered, shrugging his shoulders. He knew his mother absolutely adored you but he loved messing with you a little too much.

"What?" You yelled out, eyes widening.

"Anyway... Food?" He asked and started walking towards the kitchen but not before placing a quick peck on your cheek.

"Sebastian!"

"Okay," you sighed as you put your suitcase in the trunk of your father's car, "Time to go to Romania."

Sebastian heaved a sigh as well and placed his suitcase in the trunk as well before shutting the door. "You nervous?"

You shrugged, "A little bit."

"Don't be, I'm sure they'll like you," he said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder, waiting for your father to come outside and give you a ride to the airport like he had promised to.

You pulled away when you heard the front door opening. Your father stepped outside with your mother and sister following behind. Your mother walked up to the two of you and sent a wide smile in Sebastian's direction before pulling you away.

"Have a safe flight," she said, hugging you. "Also have fun in Romania." Her smile was so wide that you grew suspicious again. Something was going on, you just didn't know what.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"I'm just really happy for you," she said and hugged you tighter. "Oh, my little Y/N."

You pulled away from her, seeing her still smiling. "Goodbye, mom," you said, deciding to ignore her odd behavior.

"Goodbye, sweetie. Come see us again soon, okay? We really miss having you here."

You nodded, sending her a small smile. "I'll try."

"And bring Sebastian too."

You laughed, nodding again.

You walked up to Sebastian and your father and sister again. You saw the three having a conversation but they quickly shut up as you neared them. Your sister turned to you and hugged you briefly, saying goodbye.

"I'm gonna miss you," you told her, nudging her arm.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

"Maybe you could come to New York sometime? We can go to a comic con or something. Maybe when Sebastian goes to one."

"I'd like that. That would be great," your sister told you, "Thank you."

You then got in the backseat of the car and waited until Sebastian was done with saying goodbyes to your mother and sister. You saw him hug both of them and couldn't help but smile. You had had no doubt in your mind that they wouldn't like him, but still it was a relief to see them getting along so well although they could barely speak to one another.

Sebastian got in the car as well and the two of you waved to your mother and sister as your dad started driving the two of you to the airport.

"So, my family still seems to really like you," you started and turned to Sebastian. "They also want us to come back soon or at least my mom does. I'm actually starting to think she may have a crush on you."

Sebastian laughed. "Well, too bad. I'm all yours."

"Yeah, too bad." You laughed as well. "And I'm gonna keep you all to myself. I'm never gonna let you go." You poked his nose playfully.

"Well, I hope so," Sebastian said quietly as a small, almost unnoticeable smile made its way to his lips.

You sent him a small smile back, not suspecting or even noticing anything weird about his behavior. He wasn't really acting differently, he was just looking down at you with fondness behind his beautiful bright eyes, getting lost in his own train of thoughts. He thought about how lucky he was to have you in his life, preferably for the rest of it.

Okay, about the asking a daughter’s hand in marriage thing, I don’t know how common it is around the world,  some of you might think being together for a year is  not enough before asking about that kinda stuff but... I just wanted to have something a little more special at the end and I was running out of ideas, haha. Hope you don’t mind too much. 

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