#i need y'all to understand that i flipped out for like two straight hours when i read this line in the manga

[transtranslations]

Nobody Expects The Japanese Jooster: Some Fun Translation Notes

Hey, guys. Are y'all aware that in the Japanese translation of "Bertie Changes His Mind", the line where Jeeves says "I'm fond of Mr. Wooster" is translated as 「私はウースター様が好きでございます」 (or, "watakushi wa Wooster-sama ga suki de gozaimasu")? Because I'm sure not normal about this.

Tl;dr: this line now reads like a love confession. (If an amusingly keigo-ridden love confession, because even in his internal dialogue Jeeves is physically incapable of not sounding aggressively polite.) More under the cut.

Now, please note that I am not fluent in Japanese, so take all my words with a grain of salt. But I have, at the very least studied it for several years, am currently living in Japan, and have listened to a great number of Japanese love songs. And this is how I would like to share that if you "ga suki" a person, this can and very often does mean you are in love with them.

Technically, "suki" just means "like". If you like apples, you'd say "ringo ga suki". If say, tennis is your favorite sport, you'd say "tenisu wa watashi no ichiban suki na supootsu" - with "ichiban suki" literally meaning "number one like". "Daisuki", or "big like", is the one that is often used for love - but boy is just plain "suki" used a hell of a lot.

Take this translation of "Ano Yume o Nazotte" (or "Tracing That Dream"), for example. Here, the translator has written it literally as "I like you", but contextually the song makes it pretty probable that it's a confession of romantic love. Or have a look at the Project Diva translation of "Suki Kirai" ("Like-Dislike" or "Love-Hate"), which makes "suki"'s usage in romantic love quite clear. There's even a whole conversation about the subject of love confession and translation in The Great Ace Attorney - this links to a fan-translated Let's Play so the original Japanese dialogue is visible, but the conversation happens similarly in the official localized version, though it manifests a bit differently. Regardless, both versions discuss "suki" as used to confess feelings of love.

What I'm saying is, wow, holy shit, Tamaki Morimura made a rather strong choice when using "suki". Because no matter the intent, that potential implication is absolutely going to be present in a reader's mind. And if you're wondering why I know this in the first place, it's because this line is used (in very slightly altered form, as "Wooster-sama" is exchanged for "the young master") in the manga, Please, Jeeves, which in large part uses Morimura's translation for its text, and... well. Let's just say our good pal Bun Katsuta seems to rather leaned into that with the expression.

Yeah.

And this goes in tandem with other aspects of the manga, like an added line that, to my knowledge, is not present anywhere in the original text (certainly not in the story that chapter adapts, "Jeeves in the Springtime"), in which Jeeves says that Bertie's shortcomings do not prevent him from being "beloved as a person". Not to mention the other choices the manga makes, such as having Jeeves wink at Bertie incessantly, or occasionally having hearts float around Bertie when he talks about Jeeves, or the panel at the end of "Without the Option where I swear to God it looks like Jeeves is trying to reach for Bertie's hand.

So, between the official translation and the manga adaptation, I'm not saying we have a Spanish Destiel situation on our hands... but I'm certainly implying it.

(My final note is that this is one of the favorite book series of Empress Emeritus Michiko. Which, with this added context, is very funny to me. I wish she had an open email address so I could ask her if she thinks they're in love.)

[anonymooseforever007]

Romantic Escape

(Tommy Shelby x female reader)

Summary- After being confined to Arrow House for a week because of a small concussion, Y/N is determined to get out. But considering how overprotective Tommy's been recently she'll have to be smart if she'd to make it. To trick Thomas Shelby is a feat many enemies have tried but few have succeeded. But then again, not many of his enemies have the advantage of knowing him the way his wife does...

Or at least they're scared to get that close....

A/N: Hi y'all! No specific TW's for this one other than usual Peaky Violence, Language, and implications of smut (but non actually happens). There is one mention of a past attack but nothing's graphic. Also this was going to be one part, but then I didn't like how the breakup between scenes flowed, so there is a second part going to be posted in a few days probably! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️ WC- 3.0k

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

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It had been a week and a half since the bad accident occurred. 

Well, your husband called it a bad accident. 

You called it "being a imbecile who'd gotten so distracted trying nicely draw a baby chipmunk out of the house she didn't realize the stairs ended two steps ago."

But in fairness, every other idea for the poor thing your beloved family suggested involved guns or stew. Besides, Thomas Shelby wasn't about to let even his wife herself, label his darling love as a common 'imbecile'....so 'bad accident' it was. 

Truth be told you didn't even think it should be labeled as such. Sure you were dizzy for the first two days, but you only almost passed out when you stood up once. AND there wasn't any blood so you didn't even need to go to a hospital. Polly was insistent it was a mild concussion and a couple days rest would be all you needed. But your husband thought otherwise, and here you were days later, still confined to the premises. 

You'd laughed at the irony of it. Your husband, who once decided to medicate a cracked skull with cocaine, practically ordering you to stay in bed. The hypocrite. Thomas Shelby was an undoubtedly smart man, but when it came to medicinal advice, he should probably have been the last one giving suggestions. 

In the beginning, you could understand why he was worried. Yes, technically you had been "shot" a few months ago, by a rather rude man trying to prove he was more dangerous than your husband. Truthfully, you'd had sewing accidents that bled more. One time when you were 15, you had accidentally sliced the side tip of your left pointer finger off using a pair of scissors. But luckily you father had been a doctor and was able to fix it up at the house with ease. If held up straight though, it did still look like the tip of that finger was slightly crooked, but that's another story. But the man who'd shot you must have been drunk, because even your blind uncle had better aim than him, and all you were left with was a small nick on your shoulder and a small tear in your dress. Yes, it was still terrifying, and both you and you husband still woke up some nights, hearts beating fast with the thoughts of what would have happened if he had better aim. But in the end you were, for lack of better term, just fine. 

That didn't stop your husband from worrying more though. It seemed the incident had flipped a switch in him, often shared by new mothers or teachers, who tended to be hyperaware of everything that could go wrong for their young steeds. For weeks after, Tommy had been on high alert, not even letting you go out with Polly alone, and everyone knew she could handle anyone just fine. Though maybe there were some good points to his overprotectiveness.

For about a month after, Tommy had decided to work from his home office so he could be closer to you just incase. This meant he didn't have to drive over half an hour to the office every day and could spend more time in bed with you in the mornings, something neither of you complained about. Then you spent many of those days in his office with him, working on your own projects or trying to convince him to let you play boss for the day. That idea was a quick no, but it didn't stop you from stealing his coat, sitting in his chair and, pretending to bark out orders to invisible blinders while he went to the bathroom. Nor did it stop Alfred Solomons from laughing like an hyena the time he had called right as you picked up the phone. You still weren't over knowing he heard you (as Tom) threaten to "make a pie out of the testicles out of whatever coward dared feed the horses Scottish hay instead of Irish!".... Luckily it hadn't been the time when him and "Tommy" were planning how to hide their secret affair. 

In the end, Tommy had eventually gone back to working at the office and only the maids were left to witness your "brilliant" impressions. Soon life went back to its usual order... atleast until you'd gotten hurt again. 

At first you thought it would be fun like before, and that you could spend time trying to convince Tommy he'd had better things to do than sign papers all day. Namely you. But unfortunately, it seemed your husband decided that your injuries weren't serious enough to warrant the both of you a bed rest this time. And truthfully, you also didn't mind that too much either. You adored your husband and loved spending time with him, but that didn't mean you didn't have plans that not involving him. Most days were spend either helping the maids around the house, planning the next gala with Lizzie, or going out with your own small friend group. You had plenty of things to do without him. 

That was until you realized for some reason, the things you wanted to do weren't able to be done. For starters, you had a suspicion all the maids and been ordered to politely decline your offers to help with anything, even laundry. They'd simply smile at you and let you know you didn't have to worry about it, before offering to make some tea so you could rest your head. Then it appeared that both of you and Tommy's spare cars were in the shop for "repairs" meaning you'd have no way to out to meet your friends. Yes, they could come over, but still not all your friends were lucky enough to have cars and you were often the one driving everyone around. Not even Esme or Polly were able to come over, as Polly had gone to take care of a sick Ada in London, and half of Esme's lot had their own mini cases of colds. Even Finn who lived with you and Tommy, had gone with Isaiah, Curly, and Uncle Charlie to Wales for the week to bring home the new horse Tommy bought last month. After a week stuck at home it was getting old, and you wanted out.

So you decided to hatch a plan. And because you had a sneaking suspicion he started it, you had a good idea who your unwitting accomplice was going to be....

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It was now 6:34 and you had made plans to meet Lizzie at a silent film at 8:15. Though some may not have expected it, you got on quite well with your husband's secretary, and the pair of you could often be found going out to lunch on days when Tommy was particularly stubborn, or having tea with the other Shelby women on the weekends, laughing over whatever foolish thing you'd seen that week. It also didn't hurt that your sweet older brother had shown an undeniable interest in Lizzie, which seemed to be reciprocated anytime they'd meet at a Shelby party. You smiled remembering how many questions he'd asked about her after she'd left the night they'd met, or the grin on her face when he'd "run into" the pair of you on the way back from lunch one day and offered her a flower from a bouquet for your mother. What a wonderful coincidence of course, that your mother and Lizzie had the same favorite flower. So it wasn't an unusually occurrence for you to be seeing her, though you had a feeling if you tried to tell your husband, the last car might just happen to be out of gas. Eventually, you simply decided not to tell him and now all you needed was a way to get there...

And at 6:46 that way came rolling up the gravel as your husband finally returned in the only "working" car left. Standing on the front steps with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a blanket over your shoulders, you waited until your husband had stepped out of the car.

"TOMMY!"

Running up to the man, you smiled wide, quickly embraced him, greeting him with a passionate kiss leaving you both warm. Then you handed him the whiskey, letting him hold his briefcase in the other hand.

"Now, I'm not complaining Love, but can I ask what new trinket I bought today, that deserves this kind of welcome?" Tommy inquired cheekily, bending his ear closer to yours as you lead him inside by his tie. 

He knew very well you loved him, and he absolutely loved you, but usually when he came home you were waiting in the living room or helping in the house somewhere. It had become a small game of y'all's too. If he managed to find you before dinner he'd get some kisses and some praises about how fast he'd found you, "your smart love" he was. If he didn't see you until dinner he'd still get kisses but it just wasn't the same. 

You'd never tell him your dogs played the same game when learning to play fetch. He didn't need to know that. 

Besides, it was all in good fun, and an easy way to try and get him home earlier. He could always work after dinner, but one thing you'd practically demanded the night you'd gotten married was that he was always home in time for the last meal of the day. And for the last two years he'd actually kept his promise, except for the days he was out of town on business. Even then you'd convinced him to have what you called "telly dinners". You'd sit by the telephone with your dinner plate on your lap and tell him about your day. While miles away he'd be listening, happy to hear your voice after being with Alfie all day. Hell, one time you'd even gotten impatient waiting for the call and inadvertently interrupted a meeting. You'd ended up having a lovely conversation with the other gangster himself about how his dog was doing, while your husband mumbled about "fucking betrayal on both ends." He didn't really mean it, but he'd always find something just plain odd about the friendship between you and the gruff man. If was as if the two most opposite ends of his world would come together sometimes and try to take a few more years off his life. But if being friends with Alfie made you happy then he'd likely have to deal with him forever. Or at least until he found a way to make the murder look like an accident....

"Can't a wife just be happy her husband's returned home? I missed you."

"And I missed you every second I was away." One thing about Tommy was that he could be quite romantic when he wanted to. And even if he did bottle up his feelings too often, he still had a sweet talk like no other. "But I seem to remember my lovely wife being slightly irritated with me this morning. Something about keeping her in a cage," Tommy rebutted thinking about the small argument you'd both had this morning. 

Yes, he did know that he probably should let up a little on the overprotective precautions he's set up these last few days under the guise of letting you rest. But what he'd not yet told you, is the same day you'd gotten hurt, another enemy had made a threat on your life. And then getting a call, not even an hour later, from Frances about your concussion had thrown him in to a small panic, remembering the last time he'd almost lost you. So he'd taken his chances and used your minor injury as a way to keep you at the house for a few days while he had the man delt with. He knew he should have just told you from the start, but then coming home and seeing you curled up in the master bed, asleep in one of his shirts with a melted ice pack by your pillow, he'd decided to wait. It wasn't until today he'd finally had confirmation the danger was over and he could be sure you were safe. Maybe if your head really was better, he could take you out to dinner to celebrate.... Hopefully that would also soften the inevitable lecture he'd receive upon you learning the truth.

"Well yes I did say that, but I've had time to think, and as long as you promise to make it up to me later tonight, I'll forgive you," you replied coyly, lips brushing his as your words left no room for confusion on exactly how he'd have to make it up to you. "And besides," you said stepping back from him in the front hall, nudging his arm slightly so he'd drink the whiskey, "My head really is feeling better now, so maybe tomorrow we can go out to dinner too. I've been at the house all week you know?"

Tommy drank the whiskey and smirked, spreading his arms open wide as playful show, "With an offer like that how can I refuse, eh love? You want a real romantic escape from this place huh?"

You laughed, before pulling him close again wrapping your arms around him tightly, not giving him the chance to set down his briefcase or the empty glass. After all, if his hands were full, how could he stop you from digging your hands into his coat pockets during the embrace. Loving kisses on his face and neck helped distract him from your less than honest intentions. Well, partially less than honest... you still did fully intend for him to make it all up to you, especially with the small noises beginning to come from his throat as you kissed the small spot beneath his neck he loved. BUT that would happen only late tonight after the movie and maybe a few drinks with Lizzie. 

Quickly but efficiently, you moved a hand under the blanket you'd wrapped yourself in outside, to muffle the noise and pulled back from him again. But this time, Tommy has plans of his own.

"In fact," he said slowly backing you up to the nearest wall, finally putting his case and glass on a nearby table and taking the blanket from your hands. You hopped he hadn't noticed the slight jingle it made when he threw it to a nearby chair. "Why don't we start now," he whispered, beginning to leave light kisses on your neck, "I do have a lot to make up for after all. Telling the maids not to let you help at all, and then I had the cars brought to the shop so you couldn't leave incase you almost passed out again." If he hadn't been kissing your own sweet spot right now you might have pinched his ear and began to lecture him on just that. Letting out one soft moan, you ducked your head to press his lips against yours once again. You pulled him closer and grabbed his tie, taking control of the kiss again.

"Nope Tommy Love, I'm sorry but that can't happen just yet."

Hearing those words your husband frowned as he was the one to pull back lightly this time. 

"Why? Does your head hurt? I can get something if you need it," he asked concerned. Maybe the fall was more serious than Polly said if it was still bad a week and a half later.

"No love, my head's just fine Tommy, but I got a call from Polly earlier, saying there were some papers you needed to get done by 11:00 tonight. They were the ones you neglected when I surprised you for lunch last week and got knocked off the desk," you cooed at him, running your finger down his chest slowly to remind him exactly what kind of lunch it was. Plus, if he got too worried about your head again he may not let you out of his sight, and your plans would be ruined. It was 7:00 now and you'd need to leave soon. "She said they were very important and you really need to finish them. Therefore, I insist that you immediately go to your office and get them finished. And finished properly too, don't just rush it to make time for me."

"Love you know I'd never rush with you,"  and you have a small snort at the truth in those words. "Besides, I guess you do make a point and we wouldn't want to anger my aunt would we," Tommy chucked, knowing at least six things he'd said today to piss his aunt off.

"Exactly, so why don't you go to your office and close the door. I don't want to see you until at least 10:30 Mr. and don't forget to double check spelling. Those papers better be fit for a queen because that's exactly what your aunt deserves," you commented, lightly pushing Tommy towards his office. You had him now. So close!

Tommy smiled lightly and leaned over to grab the blanket from the chair, intending to bring it back in his office where it came from. Shit.

"Eh eh eh," you scolded lightly, stepping in front of the chair and grabbing Tom's wrist lightly right before he could pull it up. "I'm not done with that," you took the blanket from the chair yourself and bundled it to your chest, "You. Office. Now. And remember," you pulled close to Tommy one final time, "after 10:30 when you're done with your work, come and find me. And Tommy?" you teased, teeth lightly biting his ear lobe drawing a small groan from him as his eyes closed, "Tommy I did do some gardening today. Why don't you start by looking places where one can get a little less," you lightly kissed his other earlobe, "dirty? Maybe the bath will still be warm..."

Tommy cursed lightly as you placed one final, deep kiss to his lips before pushing back and sending him on his way. You were still in the front hall when he looked back over his shoulder, waving happily to him. And he was none the wiser that underneath the blanket was your other hand....gripping tightly to his car keys.

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (40/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: ansgt (the usual) this is rlly sad obi is crying-

Summary: You go to Obi-Wan to express to him your desire to leave the order, but you aren't sure you can go through with it.

A/n: anyways, this is short and not sweet. good night

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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The sun was setting, and as you found Obi-Wan, on one of the balconies outside the temple overlooking the gardens, you noticed how saddened he already seemed. Oh no... if this was going to be hard originally, now it seemed on the verge of impossible. You were miserable in terms of the order, with the council seemingly finding fault in your every move, as well as risking your life without thanks or gratitude in return. It was just expected of you. You needed to voice these feelings to him, to let him know you wanted out and away from everything that would cause you stress and even mortal danger.

He would understand, wouldn't he? That this wasn't because of him, or that you wanted to be away from where he resided. This was about you, and yet, even thinking that thought in your head sounded selfish. He had given up far more than you ever did, his life was basically as a slave to the republic, and he never once complained. He kept on, brave and stoic like a solider, though you knew his heart was gentle and kind. If anyone should get to leave, it's him.

When he spotted you walking towards him, his features lit up, as if he'd been in a dark room for hours without any communication, and you were his rescuer. He turned from the balcony's ledge, facing you with an arm extended. He beckoned for you to join him, and there was no hesitation as you stepped beside him and leaned on the rail support, him following suit right after. You weren't even sure how to begin, it was a horrible feeling, the one creeping up in your stomach that made you want to run away and hide and avoid this confrontation. After everything he's done for you... how dare you do this to him? He loves you so much, why do you continue to consider it?

"I sense you're troubled, little one," he leaned in beside you, nudging your arm with his own and focusing all of his energy on surrounding you like an embrace. "If it's about Ahsoka, I can assure you I am grieving her absence as well."

You shook your head; this is a bad idea. He'd already sensed something was wrong, and you couldn't lie to him. He always knew when you were not telling the truth. Would telling him straight out be too abrupt? Would he think your decision foolish and unthought out? Probably, because it was unthought of. You'd flipped like a switch and wanted to leave, but it had been building up for longer than that.

"I want-" you cut yourself off, looking down at your hands and feeling a stab at the back of your throat. It had to be said, one way or another. "I want to go with her, I want to leave the order."

You closed your eyes and hoped for the best, waiting eagerly for a response.

You felt him tense up beside you and let out a shaking breath. That was not what he'd expected you to say at all. It was clear to you he didn't even know what to say, because what do you say to the person you've devoted your life to, the one you wish to wake up beside for the rest of your life, when they've told you they want to leave the place you are?

"I see," his voice held pain, clear as day and dripping from only two words.

You wanted to explain your reasoning to list all the times and situations for why you were miserable, but that was unfair. He did his best every day to sooth that misery and make it better for you, to cushion each blow the council gave you, or convince them to on missions of higher caliber. To tell him that despite his best efforts, you hated it here, would be cruel.

"I know it seems like a bad idea, but-"

"How long?" he turned to you, and though you didn't look up right away, it was evident in his tone that his expression must be contorted into that of insufferable anguish.

"What?"

When your eyes met his, you could barely breathe. His eyes were watering past the brink of no return, spilling out the corners though he tried to keep them contained. He was crying... because of you.

"How long have you wanted this?" He rephrased his wording, adding context, and shattering your heart in doing so. He thought you'd been hiding it from him. He thought you weren't happy here, with him. If only he could know how he makes you feel, to know the rush you get only to be in the same room with him, standing beside him even now. But he was hurting, and you needed to fix it, and fast.

"I only just thought of it, today," you replied, taking a step closer to him, although he didn't seem in the mood for a comforting gesture at the moment.

"I don't understand," he had to think for a moment. What had he done that you would consider leaving him this way, and just after he fought so hard to keep Ahsoka in the temple, he was going to lose both of you in the same day?

"The council has gotten out of control; the Jedi Order is not the same as it was before the war, and we have become soldiers of the republic," your rant filled your speech with ferocity, and it burdened you to know that this was unfortunately the way it was, now. "We're meant to be peacekeepers, Obi."

"And you think leaving will make it better?"

He had you, there.

"What could I do if I stay? I'm sure now the council hates me, exclusions to you and Master Yoda, and with no ability to prove my worth, I will probably never even make it to the rank of Jedi Knight. I'm practically useless to so anything, and you know it."

It was silent for a few moments, and you wondered if he now shared your vision, the reasons why you would even suggest leaving in the first place.

"You could prove them wrong," he said firmly, swallowing down the unevenness in his voice if only for those words.

Now it was your turn to be quiet, to think about what he was asking of you. You worked day and night, putting in the best of efforts, and no matter what you laid on the line for the order, they ignored you every time. Imagine proving them wrong....

You turned back to the view of the gardens, wanting to get a clear perspective, facing away from the only thing that could possibly make living here worthwhile. Maybe if you weren't looking at him, maybe if you chose to-

"If there is anything that I have done that may have persuaded you to such decisions, please tell me," and here it was. He wasn't trying to make you feel guilty, he wasn't even trying to make you stay, but he wanted very sincerely to know if he was the one who had caused you to think this way. "Whatever it is... I'm so sorry, my love."

"Obi, you have done nothing wrong; I promise. It's everything else."

You immediately turned back in his direction, taking his face in your hands and making him look at you while you said it. He leaned into your palm and closed his eyes, so fond of your touch, and so frightened of what he'd ever do without it.

"If you leave tonight, I will have to come with you."

But could he really go? Could he stand knowing there were things in the galaxy happening without him, without his help and without his knowledge of how to win? He was happy here, in his element, though some days were rough, and the risks were always present, he was alive and well and happy to help in any way he could. More than anything, he was happy to have you by his side, to continue your training and to make you prepared for the trials he knew you would face.

"I could never ask that of you," you whispered, shaking your head and scrunching up your features to show your disapproval. "I could never take you away, knowing that this is where you belong."

That statement didn't sound right to him, because it made him feel as if there was only one place from him, and though there was, it wasn't with the Jedi Order.

"I belong to you, little one. Wherever you go, I shall follow."

You smiled sadly as his sentiment, knowing he meant it entirely. He loved you as if you were the one to breathe life into his lungs, as if you hung every star in the sky and named them all just for him. You were his everything, his happiness, his light. She is the light incarnate...it was always a constant.

"General Kenobi can't leave his station," you wanted to try and pry yourself away from him. You knew that the physical contact would only take its toll on you and make this far worse than it had to be.

You dropped your hands from his face, backing away and trying not to make it obvious as to your movements in the opposite direction. He sensed it, but was not ready to let it end this way. It wasn't his intention to keep you imprisoned, but to help you flourish like the beautiful blossom he knew you would become.

He took a large step to your body, gently, but quick as lighting, he wrapped his hand around your waist, the other going behind your neck and holding it like it would break with the softest amount of pressure. He pulled you to him in one smooth motion, kissing you with all the passion and love, and devotion he held in his heart for your very being. Your mere existence was enough to provide him with a daily will, but having you in his arms this way, in the most intimate of embraces you've ever experienced, it brought him a meaning, a purpose of why he kept on with his daily wage. If his actions were somehow unclear, he wanted you to feel it radiating from him as well. He extended his signature and held it out for you to take, as a hand that awaited to be held, but only if you chose to. You took it, and moaned into his mouth at the feelings that coursed through you due to it. His kisses grew deeper and more fervent, the heavy breathing through his nose told you he didn't want it to end, and you also were unwilling to pull away... until you realized where you both were standing.

You pushed back at him gently, which was all he needed to know to stop. Your eyes were glazed with something so hungry, but they became clearer upon taking in the surroundings.

"Obi, someone could see-"

"I don't care... I love you, and I want you by my side always, wherever that is," he let out, and though he seemed to be high on whatever that kiss brought upon you, the uplifted joy in his voice brought you a sort of peace in his words. "That is, if you'll have me."

You scoffed, glancing around to see if you were both truly alone before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

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Ahsoka was about to leave, thinking that perhaps you'd made your decision. She stood to her feet and almost got to the edge of the alleyway when you crossed her vision.

She almost couldn't believe it. You really did choose to leave the order? Even after talking with Obi-Wan?

"I thought you wouldn't be coming," he said honestly, crossing her arms and smirking for emphasis.

"I'm not," you told her, the look on your face wasn't as determined as it had been earlier, and it made her confused as to your appearance in the alley.

"Then why did you-?"

"I wasn't going to let you leave without saying goodbye, Ahsoka."

She let her smirk become a sweet smile. You'd been there for her since she became Anakin's Padawan, and even before that, she had known you to be somewhat of a sisterly figure to her. Always looking out for one another and making it so that you always knew you had someone in your corner. Whichever one of you it would be, you knew that if everyone in the galaxy despised you, you'd have a friend in each other. You hoped this was not the last time you'd see her.

She walked the few extra steps left, embracing you tightly, and you reveled in the feeling, knowing that if you ever did cross paths again, it would probably be long off in the future.

"I'm going to miss you more than you know."

"Oh, trust me, I know..."

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[katsukikitten]

Part 10 of Irritated. Y'all thank Jo for this being updated lol.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This is an 18+ Pro Hero AU, mentions of violence and death. Enjoy

The pungent smell of wet Earth and nose burning chemicals did not pair well with the harsh scent of rotting fruit. Sickeningly sweet as it rouses you, mind hazed as your eyelids refuse to open or even flutter. Weighted by lead and an endless sleep that tries to pull you under again. For once you submit.

More time passes, although you aren’t even sure you understand the concept any longer as that same smell stirs you again, a bang from an adjacent room pushes your eyes to flutter. Flashes of light against the start darkness before your eyes adjust to the low light of the room that seeps in from a few small rectangular windows. The panes are caked with dust while bricks are pressed into the seedy Earth, giving the room a natural coolness, there is only one set of stairs that lead up towards a door outlined in light. The sound of running water makes your throat constrict and your mouth dry, as if you swallowed cotton whole. Making you wonder just how long you had been pulled undertow. It takes your throbbing head a moment to catch up with your senses as a chill settles over your bare skin in goose flesh.

And then it all comes flooding back, the awful taste of his salty skin in your mouth, the fear gripping at your muscles as you finally realize that you are not in the safety of your apartment but somewhere forgein. Thrashing to get to your feet only to hit hard onto the icy concrete, wrists and ankles bound by white cuffs, a small whine escapes your raw throat. Your heart hammers in your chest before you feel a sharp prick in both of your wrists. A warm substance floods your system as your eyelids become heavy, mind trudging through abduction procedures before settling on blissful numb. A blurry figure comes from the only other door in the room that isn’t atop the staircase. You don’t need to fully focus on his face to know exactly what color his eyes are as they burn into your retinas before sleep hushes your frayed nerves. You dream of all consuming green that slowly fades to black.

Bakugou finds himself standing in the kitchen of his apartment, your spare key stares up at him from your paperwork. A sweating glass with melting ice and the reminisce of an amber liquid is his only company. He leers down at the address, wondering why the hell you were on such a seedy side of town, then he thinks of you shaking on the couch back at the hotel during the convention. His stomach churns, your final words and blow cause him to suck his teeth.

“Not my fucking problem.” He huffs to himself, refilling the glass before killing the light in the kitchen to settle on the couch. His grip is too tight on the crystal glass in his explosive palm, the glass threatens to shatter while an infomercial plays in the background. His mind is anywhere but the TV while indestructible pans are advertised across the large screen. Aggressively swirling the amber liquid as his thoughts become more and more loud. He swallows the whisky whole and with it the thought of you. Letting it all burn as it runs down his throat and heats his chest, a warm feeling flooding his veins as he sinks lower into the couch. Flipping channels as he forgets you.

Your key taped to your personal records, that Bakugou stole, do not sit on his fine counter much longer, soon it is swiped and shoved into a pocket. He slams the crystal glass on the counter as he reaches for his own apartment keys and his cellphone. Bakgou slams his apartment door, locking the deadbolt before he rushes down the stairs to catch the last train to you hellish part of the city.

The hour train ride sobers Bakugou and only sets him into further agitation. Glaring at anyone who thinks to look at him more than once, even going as far as baring his teeth. Before glaring at his own reflection, who sneers right back. His black tee is tight and a bit damp despite the cool air, the brim of his backwards cap pulls the hair away from his forehead as his faded sides breathe in the chill of the train. The hat, an excuse to hold in his hair, his hero gloves heating his hands as his fingers twitch, he hopes your apartment is hardwood throughout since he didn't have plastic bags to put his feet in while he looked for something. Anything. He was doing the best with what he had.

But the more he looks at himself the more he realizes he never really was doing his best. At least not when it came to you.

The address to your apartment complex is a few blocks away from the train station, his jaw clenched as he reaches the low lit building. Screaming comes from somewhere far off, his ears perk out of habit, but he was supposed to be off duty right now. Plus that wasn’t his current focus, not to mention should he help it would be suspicious as fuck as to why he was so far way from home tonight. He bounds up the stairs in the dank stairwell two at a time, huffing through his nose as he reaches the top floor. The carpet is worn threadbare and reeks of vomit and water damage. Silence envelopes the top floor compared to the yelling and crashing items on his way up. Slowly it dawns on him that you’re most likely renting out the entire fucking floor. He sucks his teeth, leaning in close to the door of the first apartment on the floor. Nothing comes from the other side of the thin cheap door, musty air flows from between the cracks as if the room had been closed for quite some time. It confirms what he’s been thinking. He finds your apartment door with ease, several bolts and locks lined up perfectly straight. He looks down at the one key and thinks about what happened in the short few years you started at the agency that you would need five, no six additional deadbolts on your door. He half wishes you hadn't made it so obvious as to which door was yours, thoughts creep into the forefront of his mind as he imagines someone else standing in his spot now. He thinks he will need a locksmith, but that would call attention to himself, he could attempt to pick them but he never really had time to practice the shady skill. Just as he is about to turn to brute force as the answer he notices that your door doesn't seem fully shut. He thinks of all the times that you bitched while on patrol about your damn door and how you had to literally slam it shut for it to actually lock. Gritting his teeth he gently pushes the door open with his gloved hand letting it swing open with an eerie creak.

Already things are out of place. Your suitcase stands alone, untouched and obviously unpacked from the clothes peeking out from beneath the zipper, by the front door. Your lanyard for your keys is on the floor instead of the table that is in the foyer and the converse you were wearing the day that you quit are missing. Faintly something gleems in the grainy light from the hallway from beneath the table in the foyer. Bakugou reaches for it tentatively, teeth gritting as he realizes what the glass rectangle is.

Your phone.

Specifically, your dead phone.

His hand hover over the unresponsive screen before deciding to leave it, this would be evidence they would need later but for now he knew he had to do something. Kamisama takes pity on the poor bastard and throws him a bone in the shape of a scrunchie. Your black scrunchie that seems to have been ripped from your arm. As he reaches for it he notices the faint residue smeared on the hardwood. His mind dredges up weeks ago of the guy trying to hide his quirk. Of the carpet by the hotel door in the hall just a touch darker.

He should have fucking killed him, he should not have listened to you. He snatches the scrunchie, heading towards your kitchen to look for a bag, tupperware, anything to trap the smell of you and possibly your assailant. He finds a plastic sandwich bag, shoving the broken hair tie into the baggie before sealing it shut. He heads for your door thinking better of slamming it shut in case he needs to return without the calvary. Pulling his phone from his pocket he dials an old number from memory, the other line picks up.

"Oi, it's time I cashed in on that favor you owe me."

After the short conversation and the long hour and a half in the cold a four door sudan pulls up to the train station by your house. Bakugou eagerly yanks open passenger side door, slamming it shut as he cranks of the heat in the car, giving the driver no room for questions let alone a greeting.

"Oi, I need you to find the owner of this." He flashes the scrunchie as the driver gives him a look, "Inu, you're hound's son aren't you? It's not impossible."

"It might as well be dude. What is this?" Inu snatches the bag from hot fingers, "Do you even know when the last time the owner wore this. And what exactly are we doing? Is this even fucking official?"

Bakugou narrows his eyes, mouth set in a harsh snarl as he leans in close to the driver's seat while Inu leans back.

"I dunno was your shit I helped you with official? Was it ethical for us to take out a mob boss for your now ex wife?"

Inu looks away into the rear view mirror, eyes boring holes into the glass and the blankets in the back seat. Bakugou doesn't notice, he takes it as admission before leaning away into the passenger seat.

"Now get to sniffing." Inu grits his teeth at the hot head's comments before sighing out. Opening the bag just a little to take a whiff. The smell was faint, indicating a large gap from the time it was last worn to now. Not to mention there was an odd smell, so unbelievably faint in the fabric that had Inu not already known what you smelt like he would have missed it. Just barely he could make out past the notes of your shampoo a salty harsh smell, almost like a preservative. Had it been any stronger it would have burned his nostrils. Sweat and...was that formaldehyde?

His stomach churns, slowly closing the baggie before cracking his window, catching the wind just right. He follows his nose, head halfway out the window as the car carries the men late into the night, all the way to the fringes of a suburb that was partly in the country. Inu parks the car on the wide street of the little neighborhood built to mimic an American suburb in the nineties. Homes of various sizes spread out and yet not too far from one another.

"This is it." Inu announces, throwing the car in park as it sits nestled between a beat to hell pick up truck and a dented sudan.

"You're sure?" Bakugou asks as he takes in the old home, it's upkeep is minimal at best, landscaping border line over grown as he can barely make out the small rectangular windows at the base of the house beneath the old dim street lamp.

"This is where both smells get stronger."

"Both?" A tic wounds tighter in Bakugou's jaw while a tremor runs through his arms. Inu nods as Bakugou reaches for the knob.

"Woah, woah!" Inu's large hand clamps down onto a broad shoulder, "Hold up man, if she really is involved then this is nothing like the sting we did bro. We need to call someone."

"Like fucking who?"

"I dunno Director Yami?"

"Yea so he can dismiss this again? Fuck that and fuck you. I'm going." He shoves Inu away reaching for the door again before the blankets in the back seat come to life. A mop of emerald curls with concern plastered across the giant's face appears to Bakugou's horror.

"Kaachan...you can't. We need to do this right, for her." And with that Bakugou snaps, lunging for his old friend, enemy. Climbing past the center console with his hands outstretched before they wrap around a thick column squeezing with all of his might. Deku doesn't do much to stop him, somehow knowing deep down that it isn't really him that the red eyed man wants to kill. He wraps broad hands around thick forearms giving them a gentle squeeze, he could snap them with One for All if he wanted. Instead Inu barks out a breathy "What the fuck?" as he wraps his arms around Bakugou's torso pulling him back into the passenger's seat. In the tussle either Bakugou or Inu hit the horn, causing Inu to panic as a light comes to life in the once darkened house. He forcefully shoves Bakugou into the front seat as he peels into the street, thankfully without burning rubber.

"Are you trying to blow our fucking cover?!" Inu shouts, "Like fuck! And what's killing Izuku-kun going to do?"

Bakugou turns to glare at the behemoth of a man in the back seat, he rubs his throat as red eyes watch bruises form.

"I'm not sorry Deku, fuck you." But Izuku can read between the lines, Bakugou saying he is sorry but still fuck you for trying to stop me while our friend is most likely on borrowed time.

"'S kay. We can help her."

A honk, rouses you before footsteps can be heard overhead rushing through the house before blinding light floods down into the basement.

"Finally you're awake." He flicks on all the lights, scrambling to put your feet under you so you can at least sit. Eyes flickering over the room as you try to give your throbbing, unresponsive mind to collect something, anything you can store away for later to aid your escape. Meanwhile the green eyed fucker monologues.

"It took some time for me to adjust your dose, I need you to be just under enough that you won't fight back, your heart rate spikes easily you know…." His words are lost to you as you glance over your shoulder only to wish you never did as your stomach churns in horror. Lined up against the wall behind you are women, women you had posed with.

But what haunts you is how it starts with your missing friend. Her eyes hollowed out, pitch black holes stare back at you as her skin looks paper thin, like a botched mummification or that whoever was trying to preserve her got lucky. She is still in her last scene clothes that are bloodied and torn. Your eyes struggling to follow the line as they progressively become more and more preserved, until your eyes finally land on your last instagram picture, you and that young girl. With the peace signs beneath your eyes.

She looks to still be alive, until you realize she is unblinking with glass eyes and a permanent smile with the help of a stich or two.

He notices your rigidness and frowns.

"Are you not happy? It's hard to save the eyes." He forces your face to meet him with his fingers on your skin, "I made them for you. They're your friends right? I wouldn't want my doll to be lonely."

Your breath comes in ragged huffs as rage consumes you, you were going to kill him. With whatever little power you had left, you were going to end him and savor it.

All these lives, twenty, that you could see, lost, because of you and you negligence. Your eyes glow before a prick comes at your wrist, the power dying in your fingers.

"No." You rasp out as your vision begins to fade.

"Ah come on, I just want you to be a wake for just a bit doll. Just a while longer before I make you mine."

Your world plunges into the depths of darkness.

Your dream of the girls behind you, of their scream as their preserved bodies animate, their glass eyes fixated on you as they crawl across the concrete. Their mouths smelling of formatihide and rot as they lean close to you, voices beneath water or worn by gravel.

"You did this. You killed us."

[snowgoldwaylon]

And That's When You Came - Naga X Reader

So this is my first Naga x reader fic, I'm a bit nervous about it y'all. I hope you guys enjoy!

TW: Violence, kidnapping, murder, drugs, strong language.

This time around, druglords were swarming parts of the Jungles around the world. This sometimes made working with the CIA and Marines hard trying to tie up loose ends.

So, of course, you took a leadership role, and assembled a small, efficient team to head out to the Jungle, and clean up some of these businesses.

You had gotten word over enemy comms that there was a possibility of trafficking coming up, just a few days short of today. So you know today was the day to make the right move and head out.

You gathered the team up, and took off right there and then. You had to head Northeast until you reached the heart of the Jungle. The plan was to ambush whoever was doing this and make them lead your team right to the main compound.

After 4 hours of constant flying, your heli touched down a few clicks North of the potential location. You took out the evidence from the comm broadcast and looked around.

The druglords were smart around these areas. They communicated in code. Morse code, to be exact. Thankfully you could read and understand morse code like you could in your native language. Looks like some classes pay off!

You took a minute and looked over the past conversation between these unknown individuals. You read the morse code with ease, and quickly you understood what was said.

'TRIBAL VILLAGE, WEST OF THE RED STREAM. FOLLOW IT 5 CLICKS AND MAKE A SHARP LEFT BY THE SKULLS.'

You felt a sick, sinking feeling when it mentioned skulls. Now you knew that you were about to walk a thin line with danger, or possibly even death.

You looked back at your team who geard up. You turned your radio on and spoke to the one man you could trust.

"Lazar, I might not come back from this. If I don't, please send a search team. I'm about to broadcast you my current coordinates." You said calmly.

"Y/N, you will come back. I promise to come to save your ass myself." Lazar said.

"Appreciate that, I'll keep in touch. 2-3 out." And off your radio went.

You rounded your team up and stood upon a rock so they could hear you loud and clear.

"Okay Strike team, we are going in. You will follow me and my orders, we stay together at all times. This could potentially be a large threat, and I will not have any deaths today. Now, follow me. Keep an eye out for any potential harm. Form the formation we talked about. Always check those corners and look back!" You said, strapping your MP5 around you tightly.

You led your team off in the direction that the morse code told you about. You came to the red stream and decided to take a look around and see if you saw any possible movement or another break in the case.

You took your binoculars and scanned the area. In the distance, you saw a small, white building. It was covered by trees, well hidden if you didn't have good vision.

"Hey Houston, take a look over there, almost 3 and a half inches to the left. See the white building?" You said, handing the binoculars to your teammate.

Houston took them and looked, he turned back to you and nodded.

"I see it. Do you think we should go check it out?" He asked.

You thought for a moment. What if this was another building with possible evidence or even someone in there you could question? You looked back towards him and nodded.

"Yeah, I think we should. Let's get in there and at least check it out. It'll be worth it if we do I think." You reasoned.

He quickly gathered the team, and you made a slow but steady movement towards the building in question. There was no doubt you were nervous, you had a really bad feeling and you weren't sure why.

When you came up to the building, it was a garage. It had a large, retracting door and a small door for someone to walk into. But there was no house, just a garage.

"Okay Houston, we're gonna walk into this place very carefully, and slowly." You said.

After getting confirmation from everyone, you walked up to the small door. You carefully took the handle and twisted it. The door creaked open as if this was some sort of horror movie and the killer finds the person hiding.

You took a few steps in and checked all the corners. Your team followed behind and within minutes, the whole place had gotten a clean sweep. There was nobody to be found. So, you quickly gathered everyone in the middle.

"Okay, so this place is clear. What we are going to do next i-" You were cut off by a large bang.

BANG!

You drew your MP5 and took a protective stance. Suddenly, thats when a loud and frantic banging started to happen. What took you off guard was the cries for help that followed.

"PLEASE HELP, I'M DOWN HERE!" The male voice cried out.

You looked all over the room, and noticed a hatch to what looked like a cellar, the doors chained shut with heavy rocks on top.

"Commander, I don't like the feeling of this..." One of your team, Leon shuttered out.

"Cover me, we must save this man!" You said with no hesitation.

You ran over to the doors, and ripped the rock off with brute strength. You smashed the chains off with the butt of your gun, and yanked them off. You could now open the door.

"Houston, Leon, with me!" You commanded.

They stacked up behind you and took stance. You ripped the doors open, and out came a man fell out, wearing some sort of uniform. And behind him was a some of two dozen men, armed. You had been tricked.

"Commander!" Houston yelled, jumping in front of you as a bullet as shot. It ripped through his heart like a dagger. He fell to the ground, going limp.

"You fuckers!" You shouted.

You went to shoot, but a rock came flying and hit you right in the eye. You heard everyone else struggle and a few gunshots. When you came back from the hit, you were grabbed and restrained.

The man you first saw, immediately tied all your team up, but a couple of the guys had you in a hold, rather than tied up. You were so scared, for everyone. The first guy who came out grabbed his walkie and talked into it.

"Naga, this is Blade. I have their Commander. Waiting your order."

"Good, bring their Commander to me. Take the rest to the pit. We have work that needs done." The mysterious voice spoke over the radio.

"Got it."

When your team started to get taken away like cattle, you got pissed. You saw the bodies of a few crew mates and it made you almost get sick. Houston and Leon were dead, all because of you.

When you started to be dragged away, you began to kick and scream.

"Get off me you rat fucking bastards! I'll kill you all!" You shouted.

The men only chucked, and kept walking.

You were able to get an arm free and sucker punch one. The other, you kicked straight in the teeth, which made him double over. You took the opportunity and snapped his neck with ease.

The other man though quickly recovered and tackled you. You both fought for a minute until you somehow got on top, flipping him to his back. You restrained his arms with your leg and grabbed his face.

"I fucking told you, asshole. Now, join your friend." You said with anger. You quickly pulled his head back, killing him. You got off and took a rifle he wore.

You looked around and started to gather your surroundings. Now you were kind of confused. First thing first, you had to find your team. You ran back to the garage and went to the corpses of Houston and Leon.

"I'm so sorry you guys." You said, picking up their dog tags. This was the only way to identify them now.

You left and followed a blood trail to a nearby meadow. There, in the distance, you saw thick trees. You came up to a set of some, and in front of you was a 4-way split.

"Fuck! I'll be fucked if I go the wrong way...." But before you could even think, you felt a presence.

Like, somebody was watching you. You looked up into the trees, and that's when you saw a man wearing a strange cap, sunglasses, and a bandanna. He held a tube in his mouth.

Before you could run, he put air into it and shot out a dart at you of some sort. Luck was not with you today though.

It sucks right into your neck. And it felt like a rock had just dropped on you from a great height. You fell to your knees and collapsed. You tried to crawl, but the world went black around you.

The man jumped down from the trees and came over. He removed the dart and rolled you over to see your face. When he saw it was you, he picked you up and carried you towards his large camp.

"Finally got you."

Meanwhile, back at the safe house

Lazar came up to Adler and Sims.

"Doc, Y/N was supposed to come back 5 hours ago. I was even told if I don't hear anything, to come to find them." Lazar spoke with worry.

Adler almost brushed it off, until he heard your name.

"Wait, as in Y/N Y/L/N? Commander of Strike team?" He questioned.

"Yes, remember they went into the Jungle for the possible compound raid. I think something is wrong." He said.

Adler put out his cigarette and got up. He walked over to a plan made out by you. His eyes went large, and he immediately started to pack up and get ready.

"Lazar, you are right. There is a good chance they are in danger. We leave right now! Get everyone rounded up and locked and loaded." He commanded.

Lazar did as he was told, and got everything in line. The crew left within 5 minutes.

One day later, Y/N POV

You finally woke back up, but you were changed to a wall. Your clothes have scratches, and your head felt like a bobblehead. The room had a bright, uncomfortable light above the head. You looked around and saw so much drug paraphernalia.

You were about to pass out again until the door opened, and the same man from before stepped into the room. You both made eye contact, and you saw a slight smile behind his bandanna.

He came over to you and ran his hand over your face.

"Well, look who is finally awake. I thought you weren't going to ever wake back up, my precious little dandelion." He said in a creepy tone.

You revolted to his touch and tried to kick. But, you were held in place by the tough shackles.

"No no no, little one. You won't be leaving now. Do you know how long I waited for you? And here you fall right into my lap...." He trailed off.

You still kicked and screamed, until he finally walked away over to a projector.

"Oh Y/N, I've been watching you for months now. I knew you had been tracing people like me to raid their compounds. Well, I didn't want you fucking up my business." He said, pulling up the images on the projector.

You looked at them in horror when you realized they were of you, in many different states. You at your own home, on a date with Lazar, out with the safe house team for bowling and drinks, even you in the shower. The fucking shower!

You began to cry. You were very afraid.

The man only laughed upon seeing your tears and started playing audio logs of you calling your family on holidays.

"Don't cry, little one. I've always wanted you in my life." He spoke, slowly walking towards you. You began to panic, and started kicking and muffled screaming again.

When he reached you, he ran his hand up your side, and to your face.

"Don't worry. My name is Naga and I'm here to keep you forever. You are mine now, you know." He said.

He stepped back and turned on an older song. He kept the pictures up as he walked towards you with a knife. Your heart sank.

"Do you see this, honey? This is what you'll get when you misbehave. Understand?" He spat at you.

"I'm going to undo your gag. Don't do anything stupid." Naga said.

As soon as he did, he smiled.

"There. Now, why don't you tell me something with that gorgeous mouth?"

You looked right at him, and spit right into his eye. He jumped back in disgust. That pissed him off, and his gaze turned cold.

"You fucking bitch! You'll pay for that!"

But before he could even lunge, a man came from behind and wrestled him to the ground. That man was none other than Lawrence Sims.

You started to wiggle as you saw Lazar and everyone else behind him. He quickly ran over to you and got you free. Adler jumped in with Sims and restrained Naga. He put up one hell of a fight though.

You were carried away to the EVAC chopper, where Mason sat.

"Y/N!" Mason shouted, helping you get onboard.

You sat up and coughed. Your body hurt so much, you felt drained.

"Please Mason, clean up this cut on my leg. It's getting infected." You pleaded.

Immediately, he started to tend to every wound you had. It stung like hell but you were relieved it was over. Lazar sat with you and held your hand. You felt like you were in shellshock.

After about 10 minutes, everyone came back to the heli. Lazar didn't look happy.

"What the hell? Where is he??" He questioned.

Adler pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Sims just signed.

"He got away. The bastard is like a snake. Plus not to mention, he turned my balls into innies." Adler said with defeat.

You sat up and hugged the blanket tighter around you. You looked around at everyone as the heli flew off.

"Wait, what about my team? They still might be down there...."

Adler nodded at you.

"We sent in spec ops to recover survivors. But we are glad to see you back here safe."

You nodded with relief and lay back against the heli. You looked out over the dark skies and the now ominous trees below. You knew, deep down inside down there, this wasn't over.

Naga still roamed these trees. You looked down over the treetops and clenched your fist tight.

"I promise, this isn't over. I'll be back, even stronger."

[bechloeislegit]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl - Chapter 1

A/N: First, I'd like to say Happy (Belated) Birthday, malexfaith (the actual day was April 14)! Second, I asked for an idea for a fic for her birthday, and this is one idea she sent me. It was originally going to be a one-shot, but it got away from me. (I hope y'all like it).

Award-winning singer Beca Mitchell has had a rough few months. Her bosses force her to take some time off to get herself together. They send her to a ranch where she meets Chloe Beale. They knew each other when they were children; can they be friends again or will a different kind of relationship develop?

Award-winning singer/songwriter Beca Mitchell stood in front of her two best friends, Stacie Conrad and Cynthia Rose (CR) Adams. The two women currently standing before Beca weren't just her friends; they worked for her. Stacie was her manager, and CR was her publicist.

"I'm not going!" Beca yelled at the two women, stomping her foot like a child.

"You have no choice!" Stacie yelled back. "Do I need to remind you why we are having this discussion in the first place?"

Three Days Earlier. . .

Beca hit the final note, and the crowd started cheering and applauding. Beca smiled out at the crowd as she waved and made her way off the stage.

"Beca! Beca! Beca!" The crowd chanted.

"Encore time, Beca," Stacie said.

"I need some water first," Beca said, trying to catch her breath.

"Here," Cynthia Rose said, handing Beca a bottle of water.

"Thanks," Beca said, chugging down half the bottle.

Beca wiped her face and ran back onto the stage. The band started playing, and the crowd started cheering.

Beca started singing and made her way over to the band. The bass player played a riff, and Beca was getting into it when she suddenly stopped and put a hand to her head. A loud "oh" went up from the crowd as Beca started to fall; the bass player grabbed Beca and eased her down to the ground. Several people came running from backstage.

CR yelled for someone to call 9-1-1 as Stacie hit her knees and grabbed Beca to her.

"Beca?" Stacie called her name as she lightly smacked her cheeks.

Beca did not respond, and Stacie yelled, "Someone call 9-1-1!"

"Already done," CR said as Stacie continued trying to rouse Beca.

An announcement was made asking that everyone leave the building in a calm and peaceful manner. The place emptied out for the most part; there were still a few who made their way close to the stage and stood watching what was happening. Security prevented them from getting onto the stage.

Beca came around about five minutes later, and a small cheer went up from the small crowd. They became quiet again when two EMTs arrived and made their way onto the stage, immediately going over to Beca.

"Want to tell me what happened?" one of the EMTs asked as he started to take Beca's vital signs.

"I'm not really sure," Beca said. "I was singing, and then I felt dizzy. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to this one," she points her thumb toward Stacie, "slapping my face."

"You passed out," Stacie said. "I was trying to wake you up."

"We should take her in so a doctor can check her out," the EMT told Stacie.

"I'll ride with her," Stacie said. "CR, you call Theo and let him know what's happened."

"Got it," CR said.

"I don't think I need to go to the hospital," Beca said.

"I don't care what you think you need, Beca," Stacie said, shaking her head. "I just knew something like this was going to happen."

The EMTs helped Beca up and onto the gurney. They proceeded to fasten the restraints to hold Beca securely. Stacie followed the EMTs out to the ambulance; Beca complained the entire way about not needing to go to the hospital.

"Shut up, Beca," Stacie said. She looked at the EMT and asked, "Is there any way you can knock her out again?"

"I heard that," Beca said.

"You were meant to," Stacie shot back.

Back to the present. . .

"You passed out because you were drunk and dehydrated," Stacie said.

"I didn't do anything!" Beca said, running a hand through her hair.

"Didn't do anything!" Stacie repeated. "Are you drunk right now?"

"Stacie, calm down," CR said. "Yelling at her is not helping anything."

"She is going to ruin us all," Stacie said. "I can't keep doing this with her. We're running out of favors to call in to keep her shenanigans out of the tabloids."

"I know," CR placated. "She just needs to understand that the studio isn't playing around this time."

"This time?" Beca questioned. "What did I supposedly do to make this time so special?"

"Have you totally forgotten the drunken brawl you started?" Stacie asked. "And let's not forget about the threesome thing. You're lucky you're not in jail."

"For what?" Beca asked. "We were in a bar, and they were both being served alcoholic drinks."

"Yeah, well, one of them was only seventeen," Stacie said. "The age of consent in California is eighteen. And don't think because you're a woman, you get a pass. Her parents have every right to have you charged with having sex with a minor. You're lucky they were more upset that the bartender was serving their underage daughter alcohol, or it could have been so much worse for you."

"I can't be blamed for not knowing how old she really was," Beca mumbled.

Stacie rubbed her temples and looked at Beca. "You'd better get your head on straight, or you're done."

"I'm still not going to wherever it is the studio wants to send me," Beca said. "I'm an adult, and they can't make me do anything I don't want to do!"

"Take it easy, Beca," CR said in a calmer voice. "I'm telling you this as your friend. You're under contract, so yes, they can make you do whatever they want you to."

"Wanna bet?" Beca said petulantly. "Tell the studio I don't want to go."

"The studio folks aren't asking you if you want to go," CR said, stepping into Beca's personal space. "They're telling you, you have to go. You need to take some time off to rest and get your head back in the game."

"I don't understand why," Beca said, lowering her voice and taking a step back.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stacie yelled. "You literally passed out during the encore at your concert because you were drunk, Beca. You're exhausted, and you're making bad decisions; really bad decisions."

"Not to mention the fact that your daddy issues are becoming a PR nightmare," CR added. "I know you were hoping your dad came back it was to make amends . . ."

"I don't want to talk about him," Beca interrupted, crossing her arms and glaring at Stacie and CR.

"Okay, you don't want to talk about your dad; that's fine," CR said. "Let's talk about how the studio is considering canceling your contract and letting you go."

"What?!"

"CR's right," Stacie confirmed. "If you don't take time off, you're done. Fired. No more music. No more VIP treatment. No more one-night stands with your fans. No more making money. Are you ready for that?"

"And, if Khalid fires you," CR said. "Don't count on another studio wanting to sign you."

Beca ran a hand through her hair and stared at Stacie and CR. She let out a loud sigh.

"Fine, I'll go."

"Good," Stacie and CR said simultaneously.

"But. . ."

"But. . . what?" CR asked hesitantly.

"But," Beca said, smirking. "You two have to go with me."

"Not gonna happen," CR immediately stated. "Denise is due in two weeks, so I can't go."

"I'll accept that as a good reason for you not going," Beca said and then turned to look at Stacie. "What about you?"

"I don't want to go," Stacie said.

"If not wanting to go isn't a good enough reason for me not to go," Beca said. "It's not a good enough reason for you either. So, if I don't get a choice in the matter, you don't get a choice. Make sure you tell the studio honchos if you don't go, I don't go, and let's see what happens then."

Beca turned and left the room.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

A week later, Beca and Stacie were on a private jet heading to Denver, Colorado. Beca was sulking as Stacie calmly flipped through a magazine. Neither woman spoke, and they flew in relative silence for close to two hours before Beca broke that silence.

"I can't believe you caved with the studio and are making me do this," Beca huffed. "I thought you were my friend."

"I am your friend," Stacie said, continuing to flip the pages of the magazine. "But, I'm also your manager. I love you, but I love my job more, and I'm not going to do anything to lose you or my job. So, if I have to go to Denver and babysit you, then that's what I'm going to do."

"Why exactly were we going to Denver?" Beca asked. "Is it like a spa retreat or something?"

"Nope," Stacie said, setting her magazine aside while pulling something out of her bag. She held it out toward Beca. "We're going to be spending the next three weeks at a western-style dude ranch."

"A DUDE RANCH?" Beca screeched, causing Stacie to grimace. "Whose bright idea was that?"

"Theo's," Stacie replied with a shrug.

"I should have known," Beca snarled. "That guy never did like me." Beca sighed and asked, "What the fuck am I supposed to do there?"

"You're supposed to rest and relax," Stacie said. "And they run a dry ranch, so there won't be any booze to get you into trouble."

Beca scoffed, and Stacie handed a pamphlet over to Beca.

"Read the brochure if you want to know what you'll be doing," Stacie said.

Beca took the brochure and looked through it.

"The only form of transportation on the ranch is on horseback," Beca read aloud. "The only horses I want to deal with are the ones under a car's hood."

"What part of the only form of transportation is on horseback are you not understanding?" Stacie asked. "Get it through that thick skull of yours; there are no cars, trucks, or other motorized vehicles. Just horses. I'm personally looking forward to riding again."

"Good for you! But there's no way I'm riding one of those beasts," Beca grumbled. "I hate horses."

"Just give it a shot, Beca," Stacie said. "Horses will help calm you; you're supposed to try and relax. And, you could always save a horse and ride a cowboy instead. Or in your case, a cowgirl. But only if she's over eighteen."

"Haha," Beca scoffed. "I get ridden plenty, thank you very much."

"Groupies and one-night stands don't count," Stacie said. "You need to find someone to have an adult, meaningful relationship with."

"Says the woman who calls her vagina a hunter," Beca snorted. "When was the last time you had an adult meaningful relationship?"

"We're not talking about me," Stacie said. "Plus, I'm not under contract, so what I do is nobody's business but my own."

"I'm starting to regret signing a contract," Beca said. "Almost as much as I regret hiring a friend to be my manager."

Stacie shrugged and picked up another magazine. "You know you love me."

"We both know I do," Beca said, sighing. "But would it kill you to let me live my life the way I want to?"

"Probably not," Stacie shrugged. "But, it might kill you and I'm not willing to take that chance. Believe it or not, I actually do like having you around."

Beca was saved from responding as the Captain announced, "Ladies, please fasten your seatbelts. We're making our final approach into Denver and should be landing in about ten minutes."

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

A van from the ranch was waiting in the hangar when the jet came to a stop. The pilot opened the door and lowered the stairway. Stacie stepped out first to find a man looking, every bit the cowboy in blue jeans, checkered shirt, boots, and hat, staring up at her from the bottom.

"Miss Mitchell?" the cowboy asked, tipping his hat.

"That's her," Stacie replied and pointed over her shoulder.

Beca gave a small wave over Stacie's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, ladies," the cowboy said. "My name is Tom and I'll be escorting you to the ranch. I'll get your bags while you make yourselves comfortable in the van."

Stacie got into the van and watched as Beca grabbed two of the bags and placed them in the van herself. Tom grabbed the remaining bags and placed them in the back. Tom opened the driver's door, removed his hat, and situated himself behind the wheel.

"The drive will take about forty-five minutes," Tom said, looking over his shoulder at the two women. "There's water in the cooler behind you. Help yourself."

Tom turned to face the front and started the van.

About an hour later, the van turned off the main road onto a dirt road. Beca sat up and started looking around. Off in the distance, she saw several buildings.

"Looks like something from an old Western movie," Beca said.

"I love the log cabin look," Stacie said, looking around.

"Will we be staying in a log cabin?" Beca asked Tom.

"Sort of," Tom said. "All our guests stay in individual one-room cabins. The main building houses the offices, gym, game room, kitchen, and dining room. Since this is our slow time, you'll both probably be given your own room."

"That actually sounds cool," Beca said.

Stacie lowered her window, saying "Look at all this wide-open space. And smell that clean, fresh air. We're definitely not in LA anymore."

"If I click my heels three times and say there's no place like home," Beca said. "Will I wake up from this nightmare and find myself in my own bed back in LA?"

"No," Stacie said. "And I can't believe Miss I Hate Movies, just used one to make a point."

Beca let out a snort and looked out her window.

"Those things are huge," Beca said, spying two horses being ridden by a man and a woman; they looked as if they were racing.

"Oh, wow," Stacie said, leering at the couple. "The scenery just keeps getting better."

The woman's hat flew off and red hair flew out behind her. Both riders stopped and the woman said something to the man that could not be heard in the car.

Beca's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the redhead's face as she turned and trotted back to where her hat landed. She was gorgeous.

"If she can ride a horse," Beca said, pointing at the female rider. "I may just have to take up riding myself. She makes it look hot."

"She's really pretty," Stacie said, looking the girl up and down.

"She sure is," Beca mumbled. "She kind of reminds me of someone I knew when I was a kid."

Beca and Stacie continued to watch the two riders.

"He's also really hot," Stacie said. "He can park his boots under my bed anytime."

"Ew, gross," Beca said. "Try and keep it in your pants, Stacie."

"I will if you will," Stacie said, laughing. "Who does the hot redhead remind you of?"

"Someone I knew from back when I lived in Atlanta," Beca responded. "We actually met in Kindergarten and became fast friends. I'd say she was my best friend from the time we met up until we were nine."

"What happened when you were nine?"

"Didn't I already tell you about that?" Beca asked; Stacie shook her head. Beca continued. "My grandmother got sick and my mom took me with her to Seattle to help her out. I was only supposed to be gone for the summer. But, my grandma died and left my mother her house. My mom and dad were going through a rough time and my mom decided to stay in Seattle and asked my dad to come there. He chose to stay in Atlanta and promised to come to visit, but he never did. They eventually divorced."

Stacie looked at Tom and asked, "Who are they?"

"That's Chicago and Chloe," Tom said, glancing over at the couple. "Chicago's dad owns this place and Chicago runs it. Chloe is a vet and takes care of the animals on the ranch."

"Chloe?" Beca repeated. "What's her last name?"

"Beale," Tom said as the van came to a stop in front of the main building.

"Oh, my God," Beca whispered as she continued watching the redhead. "I do know her! Or rather, I did."

"Are Chicago and Chloe a couple?" Stacie asked.

"God, no," Tom said, chuckling. "Chicago is married to Jessica and Chloe is his cousin."

"Good to know," Stacie murmured, looking at Beca watching the redhead.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Beca and Stacie stood next to each other and watched as Chicago and Chloe rode up to them and hopped off their horses. A woman walked out of the main building and stood next to Chicago. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

"Good afternoon, Miss Mitchell, Miss Conrad," Chicago said, removing his hat. "Welcome! My name is Chicago Walp and this is my wife, Jessica. We run this Ranch for my dad, so if you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask either one of us."

Chloe cleared her throat and Chicago smiled over at her.

"Sorry, Chlo," Chicago said, chuckling. "And this lovely young lady is Dr. Chloe Beale. She takes care of all the animals. She also gives riding lessons for anyone who wishes to learn."

"Please, we're just Beca and Stacie," Stacie said.

"I know who Beca is," Chloe said, smiling. "I was totes excited when I heard you were going to be a guest. I'm a big fan."

"Thank you," Beca said, looking down at the ground.

Tom was retrieving the luggage from the van and Chicago moved to help him.

"Please be careful with those two bags," Beca said, rushing over to them. "I'll take them."

Beca put one of the bags over her shoulder and pulled the other over to where Stacie was talking to Jessica and Chloe.

". . .said she'd love to learn to ride," Stacie was telling Jessica and Chloe.

"Who said that?" Beca asked. "It wasn't me. I hate horses; they're just huge, scary beasts."

Jessica and Chloe both laughed.

"Didn't you also say, if Chloe was riding that you might have to reconsider riding because she made riding a horse look hot?" Stacie asked, chuckling when Beca's face turned red.

"That's not-," Beca stuttered, looking from Stacie to Chloe and back again. "I, uh, didn't, um. Ugh! I hate you so much right now."

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said, chuckling. "I think you'd look hot riding, too. And our horses are very tame. I'd be happy to teach you to ride and show you how tame they are."

Beca blinked a few times and stared at Chloe. Chloe looked at Beca and then at Stacie.

"I'm sure Beca would love that," Stacie said, causing Beca to snort.

"I might be game," Beca said. "If Stacie takes lessons, too."

"I already know how to ride," Stacie said, smirking. "But I'll go along with you so you don't get scared."

"Good," Jessica said. "Now that's settled, let's get you to your rooms, shall we?"

"Ladies, if you'll follow us please," Chicago said as he and Tom walked past them.

Beca and Stacie followed. When they entered the main building, Tom grabbed a luggage cart and he and Chicago set the luggage on it. Beca gently placed the two bags she was carrying onto the pile and stepped back.

"Let's get you checked in," Jessica said, leading the way over to the registration desk. "Thanks, Tom, Chicago."

"No problem, babe," Chicago said, shooting Jessica a smile.

"You're welcome," Tom said. He tipped his hat at Beca and Stacie, and said, "Enjoy your stay, ladies."

"Thanks, Tom," Stacie said, winking at him.

Tom smiled at her before turning and exiting the building behind Chicago. Chloe walked over and stood by the desk; she couldn't stop looking at Beca. Beca looked back at her, blushing and looking away when Chloe smiled at her.

Jessica got Beca and Stacie checked in and grabbed their room keys, handing them to Chloe.

"Chloe, would you like to show Beca and Stacie to their cabins?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said excitedly, grabbing the keys. "Thanks, Jess."

Jessica winked at her and Chloe walked over to the luggage cart. She looked back at Beca and Stacie.

"If you ladies will follow me," Chloe said as she started pushing the cart.

Stacie nudged Beca's shoulder when she noticed Beca looking at Chloe's ass.

"Rein it in, Beca," Stacie whispered. "A bit of discretion wouldn't kill you."

Beca blushed and moved her eyes up to stare at the back of Chloe's head.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Chloe took the cart outside and started toward a row of cabins. The path was wooden and stretched from the main building around to all the cabins. Chloe stopped at Cabin #4 and unlocked the door. She left the luggage cart outside and stepped through the doorway. Beca and Stacie followed her inside.

"This is your cabin, Miss Mitchell," Chloe said, waving an arm around the room. "Your bathroom is through that door over there."

Beca looked to where Chloe was pointing and nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Please call me Beca," Beca told Chloe as she looked around the room.

"Okay," Chloe said, stepping back out the door. "Beca, if you'll point out your luggage I'll bring it in for you."

Chloe reached for a bag and Beca stopped her, saying, "I got it."

Beca grabbed her laptop case and another case, and took her cases over to the desk, and started to unpack them.

"No offense," Stacie told Chloe. "She's just very particular about people touching her equipment."

"Understandable," Chloe said. "I'm sure it's very expensive. What else is hers?"

"I'll help you with them," Stacie said. "This one stays here and that one there." Stacie grabbed one of the suitcases and pointed at the other.

The bags were placed near the bed and Chloe walked over to the wall, getting both Beca and Stacie's attention. She placed her hand on the thermostat and explained, "Each cabin has its own thermostat. You can control both the heat and air conditioning to your liking. It's usually mild during the day, but the temperatures drop somewhat at night. If you need an extra blanket or pillow, you can find them in the closet next to the bathroom. That's also where we keep everything you'll need for the bathroom, like towels and soap, among other things. If there's something you need and can't find, just pick up the phone and dial star zero one. That rings at the front desk in the main cabin. Someone is always there 24/7. Or you can dial star zero three and reach me; I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have."

"Thank you, Chloe," Beca said.

"Stacie," Chloe said, tearing her gaze away from Beca to look at Stacie. "You'll be right next door in cabin #5. The rooms are set up in the exact same way. Do you have any questions? Or need anything?"

"I'm starting to get a bit hungry," Stacie said. "What time does dinner start being served?"

"Oh," Chloe said as she walked over to the desk and pulled a folder out of the drawer. "There's a weekly schedule of activities and a menu for all meals inside this folder. It's updated every Sunday night. I know tonight we're having a barbecue with all the fixin's. You'll get a chance to meet some of the staff as well as the other guests." She glanced at her watch. "Aubrey will probably be ringing the dinner bell shortly."

"Who's Aubrey?" Stacie asked.

"She's my best friend," Chloe responded. "She's also the cook. You'll love everything she makes; I know I do."

"I'd like to unpack before dinner," Stacie said. "Beca, I'll swing by and get you when the dinner bell sounds. Okay?"

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll unpack and freshen up a bit."

"Great," Chloe said. "Here's your room key. We have a master key to all the rooms if you should lose or misplace it."

"Thanks again, Chloe," Beca said, taking the key.

"Stacie," Chloe said, turning toward her. "Let's get you to your room."

Stacie followed Chloe out the door. She took a deep breath. "Something smells good!"

"It's the meat from the grill."

"Whatever it is, it smells delicious."

"The meats are great, but it's the sides that make the meal for me. I'm sure Aubrey made potato salad, pasta salad, as well as a vegetable salad. Corn on the cob and baked beans for sure, and several desserts."

"Sounds like quite the feast," Stacie said.

Chloe pushed the luggage rack to the next cabin and helped Stacie take her bags inside.

"Here's your key," Chloe said as she handed the key to Stacie.

"Thank you, Chloe," Stacie said.

"You're welcome. I'll see you and Beca at dinner."

Chloe left and was surprised to see Beca looking out her door.

"Did you need something, Beca?"

"I was wondering if you had a minute?"

"Um, sure."

Beca stood aside and let Chloe enter the cabin. Chloe walked over to the desk chair and sat down.

Beca started pacing back and forth. Chloe watched her for a moment.

"So, um, what can I do for you, Beca?"

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

About ten minutes after Chloe left her, Stacie was startled by a sudden loud clanging sound. Realizing it must be the dinner bell, she laughed quietly to herself and shook her head.

It was only a few minutes later that Stacie grabbed her room key and left her cabin. Beca and Chloe were coming out of Beca's room as Stacie reached it.

"Oh, hey, Chloe," Stacie said, surprised to see her. "I wasn't expecting to see you with Beca."

"Beca wanted to know about the riding lessons," Chloe said. "You two have a lesson tomorrow morning at ten."

"We do?"

"I told you, Stacie," Beca said. "If I'm going to take lessons, so are you."

"And I told you, I already know how to ride," Stacie said. "Besides, will you even be up before ten?"

"Don't worry about me," Beca said, glaring at her. "I'll be up in plenty of time."

Stacie ignored Beca's glare and looked her up and down.

"Loving the cowgirl look, Beca," Stacie said. "I'm guessing you only brought your plaid shirts and jeans without knowing you'd end up on a ranch."

"I think she looks adorable," Chloe said, causing Beca's cheeks to redden.

"I'm not adorable," Beca mumbled.

"She does love her plaid shirts and jeans," Stacie said.

"What's wrong with that?" Beca asked. "They are good for any occasion."

Stacie snorted as she looked out over at the tables that were set up for the cookout.

"That looks like a lot of food," Stacie said. "How many guests do you have?"

"Including you and Beca, we have eight guests," Jessica's voice said from behind them. "And all the staffs' meals are provided. Come with me and I'll introduce you to some of the other people who work here."

Beca and Stacie followed Jessica and Chloe over to the huge grill that was being manned by two of the cowboys.

"Guys," Jessica calls out, getting their attention. "I'd like you to meet some VIPs that will be with us for the next three weeks."

The two men turned to look at Beca and Stacie. One had dark brown hair and was a couple of inches taller than Stacie; the other's hair was a lighter brown and he was about Stacie's height. They both have boyish faces and grinned at the two women.

"I know her," the taller of the two said, pointing toward Beca.

"No, you don't," Beca said, shaking her head. "He doesn't."

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

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Wrong Universe

Part 9 - It's A Good Life

Summary - When the actor of the show comes face to face with the characters, what can possibly go wrong?

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and basically the entire cast and crew of supernatural.

Warning - Angst, Fluff-ish, Swearing

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Dean raised his gun and pointed at Jensen.

"Woah! Woah! It's us", Jensen raised up his hands in defence.

"What? I could have shot you", Dean said with an annoyed expression on his face, "What do you want?"

"We have a plan", Jared said.

"Plan? For what? To display us like a museum exhibit or to actually send us home?" Dean muttered.

"Look, what happened...we are sorry. W-we didn't plan on it okay? It was-we are sorry", Jared stammered out an apology.

"And why should we believe you again?" Dean raised an eyebrow at Jared.

"You don't have to believe us. Just consider us your allies. We won't interfere with anything. We'll let you boys to do your thing. If you need anything, just don't hesitate to tell us", Jared said.

"Wait. What is this plan of yours?" Sam said.

"What if you guys did a spell reversal?" Jensen asked, "reverse the spell you used to come here. Can't that send you back to your universe?"

"Archangel grace, the most important element is missing", Sam said and pursed his lips.

"Oh. Uhm-well you-if you come up with some plan, let us know, if you need anything, let us know", Jensen said and looked at the ground.

"You weren't this shy, one hour ago. What changed Ackles?" Dean asked eyeing Jensen warily.

"We had someone drill a bit of common sense into us", Jared shrugged.

"So you guys agree to stay out of our business?" Sam asked.

"If that's wha-"

"I didn't know you both are married. I thought maybe giant over here is married only", Dean said causing Jared and Jensen to both look at Dean confusingly.

"Huh? Oh..uh-yeah we are both married with kids", Jensen looked at Dean and caught Dean's facade slipping a little. A sad smile appeared on Dean's face for a second but then he regained his composure and his cocky self was back.

"You are married to fake Ruby in this Universe too?" Sam asked, his eyebrows shotting up.

"Yes. And Jay is married to fake Sister Jo, if you may say", Jared chuckled.

Jensen and Jared both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Winchesters at ease with them. They knew that there would tension between them but at least they were warming up to them again.

"Dude! I married an angel, you married a demon! Ha!" Dean pointed at Sam and laughed.

"Shut up! They are both douchebags", Sam rolled his eyes receiving a "Hey" from both Jared and Jensen.

"I wasn't talking about your wives", Sam raised up his hands in defence, "I was talking about demons and angels in general".

"I can't disagree with you on that", Jensen and pulled out his phone, and showed a picture of his kids to the Winchesters.

"Here. That's JJ, Justice Jay, she is the oldest. That's Arrow, and that's Zeppelin, they are tw-"

"You named your son Zeppelin?" Dean's eyes lit up.

"Ye..ah?"Jensen said.

"That's awesome! What is the name of your kid? Lynyrd Skynyrd? Bon Jovi?" Dean asked Jared.

"No. Their names are Thomas, Austin and Odette", Jared said.

"Boring", Dean said receiving a glare from both Jared and Sam. As if on cue, Jensen's phone went off indicating an incoming video call from his wife.

"I gotta take this call. It's better if y'all keep your mouth shut", Jensen said and received the call.

"Hey, Dee!" Jensen asked in a cheery voice.

"Hey? You didn't call me since morning? Are you okay? Gen told me, there was some problems on set. Everything's fine?" Danneel stopped after the mini rapid fire round.

"Dee, just take a breather. Everything is fi-"

"Is it though, Jensen?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows and came and stood behind Jensen.

"Dean! What are you doing?" Jensen hissed.

"It's only fair after the stunt you pulled on us", Dean raised his eyebrow challengingly at Jensen.

"Oh god! Jensen? Who-why am I seeing two of you? That is...that can't be a glitch. Gen, come over here for a second," Danneel called out.

"Oh sweetheart, nice meeting you. I am Dean Winchester and I'm very much real", Dean winked at her. Jared and Sam erupted into laughter at Dean's teasing.

Jensen was staring daggers at Dean. He should have known Dean would do such a thing.

"Huh? Jay? What. Is. Happening?" Danneel asked and Jensen saw Gen coming into the camera's view.

"Long story short, Dean and Sam are real and they are kind of stuck in our universe at this moment. We need to send them back to their home as fast as possible", Jensen said emphasising on his last words and already plotting Dean's murder in his head.

"What?" Gen said in a high pitched sound and Jensen flipped his camera to show her Jared and Sam who were still recovering from their laughter.

"Jared Tristan Padalecki!" Jared sat up straight, "Why didn't you tell me anything about this all?"

"You wouldn't have believed me", Jared answered sheepishly.

"I need a drink. Thank God, we are not in Vancouver now otherwise we had to deal with four idiots", Gen muttered and Danneel came into the camera's view again.

"Bring me a glass too", Danneel told Gen, "Jensen, be safe please. I know it's all so messed up, don't do anything, that the Winchesters wouldn't do-"

"Now that really narrows it down", Dean said with a cocky smile on his face.

"I'm not talking to you Dean Winchester!" Danneel said, "Just stay safe Jensen. All of you, don't be Winchester stupid. I'll call you later".

Jensen nodded at his wife, "I will be safe".

"I'll keep your husband in check. Bye sweetheart", Dean smirked causing Danneel to blush a little. She smiled at him and disconnected the call.

"I'm gonna kill you Dean", Jensen muttered.

"I would like to see you try. I love your wife, she is feisty", Dean winked at Jensen.

"You're dead Winchester", Jensen said and glared at Dean.

"Don't Jensen! You know Sam's here too", Jared laughed. Dean smirked at Jensen who grumbled a 'son of a bitch' in response.

"So we are okay?" Jared said.

"I guess so. Is....D-I mean the actor who played Dad still on set?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so. He got a call and left the set. Come on, let's go back to the set", Jensen assured.

The Winchesters hesitated but eventually followed the actors to the main set.

"I thought the Winchesters killed you both", Misha looked at the actors. "Not funny", Jensen muttered.

"How do you manage to play Cas? You and him are so...different", Dean said.

"It's called acting", Misha retorted back.

"So now that you both believe we are on your side. What is the plan?" Richard asked.

"Don't know", Dean shrugged.

"So get this", Jared started and Dean grinned at Sam.

"What?" Jared asked.

"Nothing. You and Sam are really similar", Dean chuckled causing Jared to roll his eyes.

"We don't have archangel grace. Cas is MIA. But according to the show, God or Chuck is the same for all the universe. What about Death? Billy?" Jared asked.

The four of them looked at each other. "Smart Padalecki", Dean gave Jared an impressed smile.

"Care to share with the class boys. In case you didn't notice, we need words to understand what you're saying", Richard sassed.

"Oh Gabey, we're gonna summon Death", Dean smirked.

"Death? The Death?" Misha exclaimed.

"Yes", Sam said.

"How?" Alex asked.

"Alex, start watching the show buddy. So you're going to bind Death?" Jensen asked.

"I guess so", Sam frowned, "or we need to find a summoni-"

"Did you really think you can go behind my back and try to defeat me, boys?" Rob suddenly spoke up.

"Robbie?"

"Try again", Rob smirked.

"Chuck."

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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Eight

A/N: Okay, firstly I cannot apologize enough for the delay. I'm sorry for not posting when I planned on, I have no idea how I feel about this chapter, it's all over the place and I've honestly thought of erasing it and starting back over but that'd take even longer and I don't want to make you guys wait any more. I'm sorry for falling through on my assurance I'd post by Friday.

Timeline in case anyone is wondering, this chapter starts around the 18th of September (flashback is last couple days in July) and ends at the end of September.

I hope you guys like it, perfectly understandable if y'all don't and I will be trying harder next time. Thank you🖤

P.S.--I haven't forgotten about the "D" Viv gets tattooed on her, it's being mentioned in the next chapter.

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Warning(s): Explicit language, violence, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, insensitive implication of suicide.

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I'm taking another bite of eggs, before an issue of Playboy is plopped down in front of me, into my food. 

I was expecting the cover to hit stands sooner, rather than later. We went back on tour the first of September, and the issue wasn't out until September 16, a couple days after getting back on tour from a separate break that took place a week and a half after our first break at the end of July did.

I'm on the cover, naked, and I hesitantly run my eyes up Doc's body to his eyes, giving an uneasy smile, knowing I'm in trouble. 

I swallow my food and he glares at me. 

Within ten minutes, he's got all of us back into another meeting. 

"Playboy?!" He's pacing the floor, throwing his hands up. "Y-You…" he trails off, the vein popping out on his forehead. 

I look around and notice everybody--Ross, Fred, Tommy, Vince, Mick, Rich--has got a copy of it, flipping through, including Nikki, and I feel my face heat up, slowly sliding down in my seat. 

"...Playboy!" Doc gets out again, before he starts laughing. 

"Was a staff meeting really necessary for this?" I ask him. 

"I mean, it could be worse." Fred tries to take up for me as my question is ignored. 

"Yeah, she could've went behind our backs and shot a porno." Vince adds, glancing at me. "...or did you do that, too?" 

Apparently I don't deny that quick enough because Doc is looking at me with an even more severe look. 

"Did you?!" He asks. 

"No?!" I argue, starting to get pissed. "I posed for Playboy, what's the big deal?" 

Doc starts laughing again. 

"What's the big deal? What's the big deal? What's the bi--what's the big deal?!" He pulls at his hair. "I am about to have a heart attack. I am about to have a heart attack. You--" he lets out a loud yell of frustration and we all look at each other. "--Are you trying to kill me, Viv?! 'Cause I feel like you are!"

"From a photography perspective, they're quite beautiful photos." Ross says positively.

"Yes, I for one want to express my gratitude and admiration for Saint Viv's--well, Dirty Stripper Viv's--contribution to the livelihood of many a jerking offs." Vince states. "Also would like to note," he looks at a particular picture of me before adding, "I've only imagined her doing this position but now that it's here on paper, I'd like her to demonstrate--slowly, in detail--exactly how she twisted hersel--"

"--Dude, shut up!" Tommy snaps, his hands over his eyes, his head back, and Vince grins at me, making me roll my eyes. 

It kind of scares me how quiet Nikki is as he calmly thumbs through his. 

"Okay." Doc takes a deep breath. "When did this happen?" He asks me.

"I got an offer in the mail, and took them up on it, and when we were in Chicago I went by their studio." I explain. "I still don't know what the big deal is. I thought it was the idea for rockstars and Playboy models to be together." 

Doc looks at me with flared nostrils before flipping through his magazine.

"Whose is this?" He asks, turning the magazine around to show me, his finger on Duff's bass. 

I just look at him, not knowing what to say. 

"I know what every bass of Nikki's looks like and it's got too many personalized ticks on it for it to be a random prop they tossed at you." He adds. 

The room is quiet for a moment.

"It's Duff's." Nikki says and Doc raises his brows. 

"The fuck is that?" He questions me. 

"Guns N' Roses bassist." Nikki informs him, his tone neutral.

I'm afraid to look at him, knowing it's gonna break my heart. 

"The band that you've been in my ear about bringing on the tour?"

Nikki let's out a confirming sigh and Doc looks at me. 

"So this kid's gonna bring this bass to play on tour, and everybody's gonna recognize it when they flip through your little stunt here," he waves the magazine, "and it's all gonna come together and they're gonna realize a few days after Vanity allegedly dropped a bombshell about her and Nikki supposedly having an affair--which is said to be bullshit--his wife comes out humping another man's fuckin' bass." He tells me and I roll my eyes. "You roll your eyes all you want. Vanity fucking fried all of us, and then you decided to toss us into the fucking fire. Not that I expect anything different from a goddamn Sixx at this point. You both know how to make shit worse than it already is." 

"I highly doubt they'll notice, Doc." Tommy cuts in again. 

"You stay out of this." Doc snaps at him. 

Another beat of silence goes by.

"Nikki? Your thoughts? You're her fucking husband. You helped kickstart this snowball of shit that just keeps getting bigger and bigger. What's your fucking opinion on her doing this? Am I gonna have to worry about you bending another girl over on stage and going to town in retaliation or what?" Doc sarcastically throws out there. "I mean nothing will fucking surprise my anymore. I just need to know what I need to prepare to clean up next." 

My heart pounds as I look at Nikki, liner smudged, tired eyes, glancing at me as he lets out a defeated sigh. 

"She's a grown woman, Doc." He surprisingly says and I widen my eyes in shock, as everyone else looks worried that Nikki's not screaming at me for it right now. 

Not yet, at least.

"That's it?" Doc asks him, raising his brows. "She didn't say a word about it, didn't give a warning, a heads up, nothing, and she comes out like this and you have absolutely nothing to fucking say?" 

Nikki just shrugs. 

"She just does whatever the hell she wants to do. Doesn't matter how I'd feel before, why does it matter what I feel like, now? Like I said, she's grown. Whatever she wants to do, she can do." He finishes, standing up to leave. 

"Nikki, are you fucking me right now?!" Doc complains as Nikki heads to the door. "You flip your shit over tiny stuff but your own wife does this without even telling you about it and you just brush it off?!"

"Just because she calls me 'daddy' doesn't mean I can act like her fucking father, Doc." Nikki sternly says and my face heats up. "We're not even together so why the fuck would I care what she does or who she does it with?" 

His bark was "I don't give a fuck" and "she can do whatever she wants", but a couple months later his bite was "you aren't worth a fucking thing which is why you had to get naked in a magazine to get validation in the first place" then proceeded to bare his teeth down further into my heart by adding, "just another pussy to unload in and get on to the next attention-humping slut." 

The next thing I knew, Duff was knocking him to the ground and the two of them started ripping into each other like dogs.

Once the meeting is over, after another hour of going back and forth, feeling like I was going to vomit from impending guilt, I'm getting back to my room and making a beeline for the toilet. 

I take a deep breath once I'm done, wiping the few tears from my cheeks. 

I don't feel bad for posing…the entire meeting it took everything not to confess that me posing naked with Duff's bass should be the least of their worries, compared to what other activities  I've gotten up to with him the last time the band had a couple days off and we went back to L.A. 

The sound of my room phone ringing pulls me out of my head

“Hello?” I answer.

“H-Hey.” I hear Tansy’s voice on the other end and I perk up.

“Hey, Tans, how’re you feeling?” I ask her, nervously.

“Good, um…” She lets out a soft sigh. “...I relapsed.”

I close my eyes for a moment, exactly like I did last week, and the week before, and the week before, and so on.

After Sparkie did his damage, Tansy promised to swear the bastard off. But within two weeks of her incident, she was back with him, only because her babysitters--Slash and Steven--left her unattended and she ran off to find him.

They’d find her, threaten Sparkler, bring her back home and the second they turned around long enough, she was gone again. 

Nikki had ordered them that she wasn't supposed to be around Sparkie because he had "accidentally" taken it too far while they were messing around…

Skylar squeals as tickle at her stomach, shampoo sticking her blonde hair straight up while Sharise runs a wash cloth over Sky's back.

When she's done, she's wringing the water out of it. 

"Sky, we gotta wash the shampoo out of your hair." I tell her.

"Nuh." She protests, shaking her head. 

"Skylar, we gotta get the shampoo out so we can get conditioner in your hair and get the tangles out."

"Nuh." She states, looking at us like we're crazy. 

"Don't be a diva like daddy." Sharise tell her, raising her brows. 

"Da-da?" 

"Da-da's golfing." She replies.

Skylar looks between us. 

"Nuh." She argues. "Beebee." She points at me. 

Sharise looks at me and hands me the little plastic cup she uses to rinse Sky's hair. 

"I'm gonna grab a towel from the couch." Sharise tells me. "Let Veevee rinse your hair." 

Skylar's cooperative, letting me get the shampoo from her hair and letting me put conditioner in and rinsing it out. 

When we're done, Sharise is picking Skylar up from the bath and wrapping her in her towel. 

The phone starts ringing and I dry hands off and stand up. 

"I'll get it." I assure Sharise.

"Alright, it could be Vince. He said he'd call before he headed home."

"Okay."

I go to the living room and pick the phone up.

"Hello?"

"I'm coming by to pick you up." It's Nikki, and I furrow my brows and look at the time. 

"What're you doing up before two o'clock?" 

"I got a call from a hospital in Malibu. Tansy's in surgery right now."

My blood runs cold and I can't get my thoughts together. 

"Just be ready when I get there." He adds. "I'm leaving the house, now."

"O-Okay." 

He hangs up and I head to Skylar's room where Sharise is helping her pick out some clothes. 

"That was Nikki." I inform her and she looks at me. "Tansy's at the hospital in the middle of a surgery."

"Oh my God, is she okay?" 

"I don't know."

"Is she having more heart problems or--"

"--I have no idea, Sharise. Nikki didn't explain."

Despite her body being pumped full of varying drugs, none of them caused her to be sent to the ER. Something else entirely, did though.

"She's more susceptible to complications during surgery due to her previous heart problems and her drug use. She did decide to sign a DNR--"

"--I'm sorry, what's been signed?" Nikki raises his brows at the nurse. 

"A do-not resuscitate order. Meaning if she were to code, we can not perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation." 

"So you just fucking let her die?!" 

"Nikki, they had to explain to her what it meant, and she still agreed--" I'm cut short.

“--You know how much fucking heroin she fucking shoots on a daily basis?! I'm not even sure she could fucking see to sign her God damn in the first place, let alone comprehend you motherfuckers selling her death!" Nikki barks and the nurse sighs.

“Nikki, she’ll be fine.” I try to tell him.

"Fuck that!" He screams, fear in his eyes.

"Nikki, that's only if something goes wrong, alright? So far everything is going okay." I try to reassure him, my eyes drifting to her nurse. "Right?"

The surgery itself was going smoothly. One thing Tansy didn't tell us, however, was one of her kidneys was shot from her drug and alcohol abuse, and she asked her doctor to go ahead and take the thing out.

"She's in good hands." Is all the nurse says, before adding, "she should be out in a couple more hours." 

She walks away and Nikki shakes his head and lets out a heavy breath. 

"It'll be okay." I say to him.

“You gonna fucking pray about it or something?” He sneers at me.

“Yes.”

“Right, imaginary friends solve all of the world’s problems.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me doing something that brings me some peace.” I argue.

“You’ve been praying for me for the past six years. Feel any fucking peace, yet?” He snaps.

Believe it or not, no. I hadn’t felt any fucking peace.

It doesn’t take Tansy much longer to get out of surgery, and Nikki and I are horrified when her doctor explains what exactly he was repairing, being that the nurse wouldn’t tell us.

“Like...a shooter sized bottle--”

“--Pint.” He says to us and Nikki and I look at eachother.

“They tried to fit a pint sized bottle of Jack into her…?” I trail off.

“Well, they made it fit, it just didn’t stay intact.” He replies.

“The bottle of her vagina?” I question.

“I had to stitch up her vaginal wall extensively, and made sure to remove every piece of glass, including micrograins. Her left fallopian tube would have been compromised if the piece of glass that completely punctured through her vaginal wall, would have moved 0.004mm, which is about the thickness of a single strand of hair.” He states. “She’s very lucky her uterus or ovaries weren’t compromised. That wouldn’t have been as easy of a fix.”

“A--A bottle?” I’m stll stuck on them fitting a fucking bottle into her, my face twisted in horror as my stomach drops and my skin crawls.

He holds up a small container and rattles it around, the sound of glass swishing around making me cringe.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Nikki lets out.

“I’m going to tell her when she wakes, but please reiterate after me, that the next time she and her partner wish to add some heat to their sex life, maybe try not to be so blatantly reckless.” He suggests and Nikki and I nod, still speechless.

In a couple more hours, Nikki and I’s ears perk when she groans a little, our eyes shifting to look at her in her hospital bed.

Her bright blue eyes blink open, her brows furrowed in confusion, and it seems everything slowly falls into place for her.

“Tans?” Nikki says and she looks straight at him, just blinking.

“Where’s Sparkie?” She asks and we look at each other.

“We haven’t seen him.” I explain.

“Oh.” She quietly mumbles, closing her eyes again for a moment.

“Tansy, what the hell happened?” Nikki starts, a sharp tone in his voice.

She looks at me, carefully, before speaking.

“We were just trying to spice things up.” She says softly.

“With a fucking Jack Daniel’s bottle that clearly wouldn’t naturally fit inside of you?” He lets out.

She doesn’t say a word back, I almost think she doesn’t hear him, until she says:

“I’m not fighting right now.”

“Let’s just let her rest, okay?” I suggest. “She’s exhausted and she doesn’t need to be stressed out right now.”

Nikki sighs, but keeps his mouth shut.

After a few more minutes, I’m wanting a snack.

“You have any cash?”

He looks at me and I give him my best smile, making him exhale softly, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

“How much?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“Like, a couple bucks.” I shrug and he hands it to me. “Thank you.”

I go to the vending machines past the waiting area, to see Sparkie sitting by the window, eating his food, and I glare at him as I walk by.

He doesn’t see me, unfortunately, and I just keep going to the Pepsi Cola machine calling my name.

I want to go curse him out, but Tansy doesn’t need the stress, and being they were both high as a kite, I can’t solely put the blame on him and only him.

She should have just left him years ago. All he’s been is trouble that she doesn’t need.

I get my Pepsi and a pack of M&Ms, walking around a little to stretch my legs since I’ve been sitting for hours.

I let out a heavy breath when I remember I’m nearly out of Nardil, being I flushed a majority of my bottle down the toilet in an angry effort.

I’ll make sure to call in some more before we leave for the next leg of the tour.

As I start on my way back to the room, I’m interrupted by the sight of Nikki and Sparkie standing face to face in the waiting room, and I drop my Pepsi and food when Nikki slams Sparkie’s head into the wall without a single word beforehand.

“Sir!” The receptionist yells, standing up as I go to them as fast as I can to get Nikki off of him as he grabs his shirt and punches the shitfire out of Sparkie, one of his teeth crumbling to the floor.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He promises as he punches him two more times, not taking a breath in between with no signs of stopping his assault until Sparkie’s brain is bursting from his skull, but I’m managing to get Nikki off of him, making him drop Sparkie to the floor, his nose and mouth busted up as security comes in.

We were escorted out, and when we got home I called Steven and informed him what happened to Tansy, leaving out what actually happened because I didn’t need anyone else possibly being sued for trying to kill Sparkie, and he went to keep an eye on her.

“Anyone else you want to beat the shit out of while we’re home?” I snap as we get to the car.   “First Vanity, now Sparkie--”

"--What, you wanna go back in there and coddle him the way you did Vanity?" He hisses and I roll my jaw. 

"You know exactly why I 'coddled' her."

"Oh, right, because men aren't suppose to hit women so I'm an evil bastard for knocking the shit out of her even though she was punching and hitting at me."

"I've punched and hit at you and you've never--"

"--She came into our house, attacked me, and punched you, too, Vivian! I had a reason to bust her face up a little bit!"

"I can handle shit myself, Nikki, there was no need for you to hit her like that!" 

"It's called 'equal rights'! All you women want is to be seen equally and shit! You fucking punch me like you're a man, I'm gonna fucking punch you back, like you're a fucking man! Don't hit me like you've got bigger balls than I do and then scream and cry and whine and plead 'frail, innocent, victimized, dainty, woman' when you get treated equally!" 

"I don't do that!" 

"No, but you sure as hell were all about feeding the cracked out beast when she fucking did!" 

"That's it. I'm walking home." 

"Walking home? We're forty minutes away from L.A., Viv." 

"I'll hitch a ride! I'd rather be in a car with a sketchy stranger than be trapped with you for the next hour!"

"You've been trapped with me the past four years!" He barks. 

"Not for much longer, thank God!" I bite out and his face slowly falls. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Pretty sure going our separate ways is just inevitable for us at this point, Viv, so it's fine." He brushes it off and my heart hurts at the thought. "And I'm sorry for going after Sparkie in public. But I'm not apologizing for defending Tansy. I'm not ever gonna be sorry for defending any of my friends."

“What happened, Nikki?” I ask him. “What the hell made you go after him like that? You were fine when I left.”

He lets out a breath, his nostrils flaring, his knuckles gripping tightly to the wheel as he closes his eyes and forces himself to calm down, before saying:

“Nothing. I just really thought about it and it got to me.”

I didn’t find out what happened until Tansy told me months down the road, and nobody else knows that’s actually what happened.

If Stevie and Slash knew what really occurred to put Tansy in that shape to begin with, they would’ve killed Sparkie the second Tansy first went back and "relapsed" on him.

"Tansy, he hurt you." I remind her. "And I know it was an accident but it doesn't matter. He could've seriously messed you up more than he did."

"I know, but I love him, Viv." She argues. 

"Tansy--"

"--Nikki shot you. And you're still with him." 

"Because Nikki was high out of his mind and didn't realize he actually was shooting at me. He thought I was someone after him." 

"Sparkie was fucked up and didn't know he was hurting me."

"Who the hell shoves a pint-sized glass bottle up their cunt to begin with, Tansy?" I raise my voice, getting aggravated with her.

"I'm gonna go." She tells me, calmly, after a moment of being quiet. "And I saw your Playboy issue--Steven got it. You look very beautiful." She genuinely says and I let out a defeated breath.

"Thanks."

"I'll talk to you later, Viv, okay?"

"Got it."

"I love you, bye."

"I love you, too, bye-bye." 

I hang up and fall back on the bed, groaning loudly in frustration. 

"How the hell can someone be as passively suicidal as she is?" I let out.

I'd find out soon enough.

In the last ten days of September, "Girls, Girls, Girls" is certified double-platinum, a $5000 lawsuit is filed against the band after a mother had apparently suffered "severe hearing dysfunction and mental anguish" at a recent concert. 

I wish I could sew these bastards for hearing dysfunction and mental anguish because God himself sure as shit knows I've had my fair share of it due to them, too.

By the end of the month, Nikki has Doc convinced to bring Guns N Roses on tour for the south leg, starting at the end of October…and I don't know how to feel about it. 

"Are you not excited about it?" Fred asks me after Doc leaves his hotel room after coming in to tell me the news. "Thought they were your buddies." He adds and I look at him from where I'm eating a fry from the fast food bag that he'd gone and got for us.

"They are." I confirm, nodding. "I'm excited." 

"...You just acted like Doc told you we were going to a funeral." He chuckles, sipping his drink and I lick my lips a little. 

"No, it's great, I'm just a little stressed out." I shrug. "But I'm fine." 

"Viv, what's going on?" He's not buying it and Iet out a soft breath, nervously picking the skin from the instead of my cheek with my teeth. 

"There's just a slight complication." I tell him and he raises his brows. 

"I'm all ears." He offers and I exhale, shaking my head a little, before opting for a way to confess my sins to him without him knowing I'm the one that needs forgiveness. 

"Well, you know how Sparkie and Tansy have been together for a long time?"

"Yeah." He nods. 

"She's really good friends with Axl, too, and her and Sparkie have been having some problems and might even break up so Tansy's been anxious and panicking a little, and, well…" I think for a moment. "...over this past break, Tansy slept with Axl." I say and his brows raise. "Who's the singer for Guns, and they've kinda been having a weird relationship situation thing happening ever since, but she's still with Sparkie, and being that she and Sparkie are along for the tour, Axl's gonna be around and she doesn't want Sparkie to find out what's been happening." 

"Why won't Tansy just break things off with Sparkie?"

"She doesn't want to hurt him."

"He's a piece of shit to her, are you kidding me? I'd tell that motherfucker he could go blow his fucking brains out over it." He scoffs, chewing his burger and I feel my heart sink, apparently he reads the look on my face. "Sorry, I forget women are wired a different way than guys are." He apologizes, swallowing his food before saying:

"Does Axl make her happier, you think?" 

"Sparkie's just exhausting her at this point. I think she really loves him, she's just tired of fighting and she hasn't had any peace in years, you know? She's just really tired. But when she's with Axl, she feels like everything isn't falling apart. She's at peace." 

"I think she's gotta tell Sparkie they just aren't working anymore. And be honest about how she feels instead of trying to brush over it and find ways to escape from it. I've seen her do some questionable shit, and I know it's because she's in pain and just doesn't want to deal with what's hurting her. I think this fling she's got with this dude is another way of crying for a way out, but she feels like she's too trapped to actually leave Sparkie." He explains. 

I nod slowly, tearing up a little. 

"I'm just worried about it, is all."

"Don't be." He shakes his head. "Just tell her what I just told you, and maybe she'll be done with Sparkie before Guns comes on a month from now." 

I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment.

"I doubt it." I say so quietly he doesn't even hear it.

I felt like I'd gotten a little bit of my guilt off my chest--aside from the fact that I was leaving out a minor detail:

"Sparkie" = Nikki, "Tansy" = Vivian, and, "Axl" = Duff.

[100storiesin2020]

Chapter 8: Columbia, Part 2

Come read on AO3!

Neil checked the rear view mirror to make sure Ronan's BMW was still behind them before hopping out of the Maserati. He fetched an extra parking pass and handed it to Ronan through the window. "Follow Andrew to the parking lot. Blue, you can walk with them or come in with us." She hopped out as the two cars peeled off.

"So this is Eden's," she said as Nicky began an elaborate handshake with security. "How long have y'all been coming here?"

"Nicky and the twins used to work here," he said. "The staff remembers them, so we are able to get in without ID's and drink for free."

"Nice," was all she said as they entered. He directed her to go sit with the others and headed to the bar.

"Hello!" Roland called when he noticed Neil. He nodded his head over to their usual table in the corner. "I see you have a new face today. Will it be the usual treatment for them?"

"No," Neil said. "No drugs. Do throw in several extra drinks, though. We have another extra coming in with Andrew."

"Oh," Roland drew out, raising an eyebrow. "What's the story there?" Neil shrugged. He didn't really know why Ronan was there, actually. They had only wanted Blue. Roland continued to wait for an explanation, but finally realized it was in vain. "Alright then." He started to pull out glasses. "I'll give you your usual and a few undoctored extras. Do you have any idea what they like?" Roland smiled when Neil shook his head. "Bartender's choice, then. And a soda for you, as usual." He handed the very full tray to Neil. "Have a nice night!"

Neil navigated his way over to the table. Andrew and Ronan had arrived, and the booth was very crowded. Nicky had pulled up a bar stool to sit on, which made just enough space is everyone squeezed in. Blue was looking around interestedly, while Ronan was lounging as if bored out of his mind. Kevin reached for the drinks before they even hit the table, but Aaron didn't look up from texting long enough to notice.

"So," Blue said as Neil took his seat by Andrew, "You did say this was free?" Nicky excitedly launched into the story of how he had worked there. Blue nodded along as if she hadn't already heard. "Cool then. What's the most expensive thing here?" Nicky pointed out a swirly colorful concoction and Blue snapped it right up. "This is mine, then."

Ronan laughed. "You're not going to get drunk on a sissy drink like that."

"Good thing I wasn't planning to get drunk. Go to town, shithead." Ronan immediately kicked back several drinks. "And give me your keys before those give in." Ronan grumbled but handed over the keys. Somehow, he and Kevin were neck in neck for number of drinks consumed. How they were still alive, Neil didn't know. Eventually Nicky dragged Aaron and Kevin off to go dance, leaving Neil and Andrew alone with the freshmen.

Andrew immediately leaned across the table, looking Blue straight in the eye. "You're suspicious."

"You don't know the half of it," Blue replied, sipping her drink. Her eyes had gone tight, body stiff, like she was absolutely dreading this conversation. She didn't back down, though. This girl was made of steel.

"How do you know Mr. Gray?" Andrew asked.

Ronan leaned forward menacingly. "You don't need to know that."

Blue elbowed him before leveling a glare. "I promised to answer some questions about Mr. Gray. He kind of scared the shit out of Josten here. I can handle this. Go dance." When he tried to argue she shoved him out of the seat. He picked himself up off the floor, muttering curses, but did eventually leave. Blue turned back to them. "I believe I told you that he is dating my mother."

"Why is a small-town psychic dating a hit man, then?"

Blue was shocked. "You can't just say that were anyone can hear."

"This is a club. It's too loud for anyone to be listening to us without being obvious. Answer the question."

"He came to her to get a reading when he was in Henrietta... on assignment," she said with a grimace. "They apparently hit it off quickly. I kind of avoided learning the details."

"That leaves out the very important question of why a hit man was in Henrietta," Neil stated.

Blue glared at him. "All you two need to know," she said slowly, "is whether we're a risk. I know about the Butcher and the Moriyamas." Neil flinched. "Mr. Gray explained the situation and dynamics to me when I signed the contract. We aren't a target for them, and it's my understanding that you've got everything settled here. Is there anything else?"

"Can you protect them?" Andrew asked.

"What?"

"If something goes wrong, I will not protect them. That's up to you."

Blue nodded. "I've lost enough of my friends this last year. Nobody will touch them ever again." Andrew leaned back, satisfied, and went back to drinking. Blue sipped her drink for another minute or so and then left to dance.

"I think she'll be alright," Neil said in German. Andrew grunted. "She has the look of someone who isn't afraid to fight."

"She has scars," Andrew replied. "Around her eye."

Neil nodded thoughtfully. "Must wear makeup to hide them. What did you think of the rest of what she said? Nicky says she mentioned a friend dying recently, and she let slip that Gansey has died twice, whatever that means." Andrew hummed. "I think she has plenty of motivation to be on the lookout."

They sat there in silence for awhile, lights flashing on Andrew's blond hair. It still surprised Neil, sometimes, how much things had changed for him in the last year. He still hated crowds, didn't like loud music or drinking, but he liked Eden's. This was Andrew's territory, and with Andrew, he was safe. He was home.

His thoughts were interrupted by the others coming back to the table. Kevin and Ronan eyed each other as they both did more shots. Blue said something about fragile male egos and the two of them flipped her the bird, rather clumsily. They were both pretty drunk.

"Fuckin Gray man," Ronan muttered. What was that accent coming through the slur? "Someday I'll get even with him."

"You're already even with the person who matters," Blue replied. That was interesting.

"Fuckin Greenmantle deserved what he fuckin got." Neil could place the accent now.

Kevin did too. "You sound... you sound like my mom used to," he stammered. "Irish. Are you Irish?"

"Dad was Irish," Ronan grumbled.

"He gets the accent when he's drunk," Blue supplied cheerily. "It embarrasses the hell out of him." Ronan flipped her off yet again.

"My mom was Irish," Kevin said. "I haven't heard that accent since she died. She used to tell me all these old stories..." he trailed off softly. "I wish I could remember them."

"Did she tell you the legend of Finn McCool?"

"The giant?" Kevin asked hopefully. "I think so, that one sounds familiar. I remember a really sad story too. It was her favorite. Something about a girl who was supposed to marry a king but started a war?"

Ronan nodded. "Sounds like Deidre, at least if my mom told me the same stories yours did." Neil listened with half an ear as the two of them continued to swap pieces of folk tales. They had a few in common, and others they did not. Ronan seemed less sharp in those moments, less like a knife and more like a person. It didn't last long. Kevin asked Ronan something about his father, and the sharpness returned.

"That's our cue to go," Blue said as Ronan stomped to his feet.

"But I want to keep dancing!" Nicky said.

"No, she's right," Neil replied. "It's late, even for us. Let's go home." Neil helped a swaying Nicky while Andrew grabbed Kevin, and he saw Blue half dragging a protesting Ronan out to the car. Neil overheard something about pint sized freak and I could take him,  but he didn't hear Blue's reply. Whatever it was, it made Ronan laugh wickedly.

Neil deposited Nicky in the backseat with Kevin and Aaron and hopped in front next to Andrew. They watched in the mirror as Blue forcibly shoved Ronan into the backseat and held the door open for the raven to fly back in from where it was perched on the roof. Blue climbed into the car and they all drove the 15 minutes or so to the Columbia house, making sure not to lose her. Neil watched Andrew drive as the drunk ones argued in the backseat. "Staring," was all Andrew said, eyes still on the road. Neil only grinned and kept looking.

They pulled up to the house, the BMW just behind. Neil hopped out of the car and unlocked the house door as the others spilled out of their cars, Nicky and Kevin lurching from side to side. Blue was hauling Ronan by one arm with the raven perched on her head. Aaron was mostly upright; he's started drinking less after Katelyn had asked him to.

"Alright Nicky," Neil said. "Don't forget you gave up your room for Blue."

"An act of pure chivalry," Nicky said with a laugh. "To the couch!"

"Aaron, Kevin is going to sleep in the armchair in your room."

"I remember," Aaron said with a shrug. That may have been the most civil exchange they'd ever had, Neil realized after a second. Kevin stumbled inside, complaining about how armchairs always hurt his back, as if he didn't end up on the floor half the time when he was this drunk.

Then it was Blue. "You're in Nicky's room," Neil said. "Just down the hall, second door on the left. We didn't really figure anything out for Ronan, though there's an armchair in the living room. Please keep the bird outside though."

Blue only shrugged. "I'll take him with me. I'll need to keep an eye on him, anyway. Scram, girl." Chainsaw cawed defiantly but eventually flew into the darkness.

Everyone situated, Neil headed up to the room where Andrew was already climbing into bed. Neil threw on his pjs and climbed in after. "Yes or no?"

Andrew thought for a moment. "No." Neil nodded; there were strange people in the house, and it was hard for Andrew to relax even with the bedroom door locked. He probably wouldn't get much sleep tonight. Neil turned off the light and was asleep quickly.

A few hours later he woke with a start as he heard a shriek and a thump downstairs. It sounded like Blue. Neil and Andrew both sat upright in an instant, hands going for knives but coming up empty. They grabbed the knives from the bedside table and ran down the stairs. Chances were that she had simply fallen out of bed, but after the hard lives they had lived it was difficult to ignore any sound that resembled a threat.

Neil gave a loud knock and called, "Coming in!" before opening the door.

Ronan was in the bed, just barely starting to sit up. He had scratches on his face and arms. Blue was standing over a... creature, her pajamas soaked with blood. The thing resembled a bat, almost, only bigger than a person, and it had wicked claws. Neil watched as it took its last breath before Blue plunged a pink knife into its eye.

She looked up at them, hair wild, eyes untrusting. Neil almost expected the knife to come for him next, but then her face settled, as if she had made a decision she didn't like.

"Do you guys know where we can hide a body?"

[sonicchaos-fanfic]

| Sonic Chaos | Chapter Nine: Sticks and Stones

(lol here I am again nine months later lolz. Y'all are probably sick and tired of me taking such long hiatuses..all I have to say is...I have no excuse. School is hard. T_T I did this in one shot so I’m sorry about any typos!!)

                                                 ~ Chapter Nine ~

The trio walked for about half an hour until they decided to take a break for the night. They discovered a small clearing where an old, swollen dead tree had fallen many years ago. They settled around a fire that Sticks had created. Sonic was tossing his newly discovered emerald up and down in one hand.

“I wonder how many of these are still out there,” he said.

“Yeah,” Amy said, lying on her back and flipping through an ancient book given to her by the seer. Although she couldn’t understand the language, she enjoyed looking at the pictures and creating stories in her head.

“Well, I hope we find them soon. This place is nice, but I’ll admit, I’m getting kind of homesick.” Sonic paused to yawn.

“Yeah, I miss home too,” Amy replied. She set down her book and went to warm her hands by the fire. Sonic went from tossing his emerald to spinning it on the tip of his finger. Sticks watched both of them with curiosity.

“What’s your home like? Is it different from here? Is it better?” she asked.

“Ehh, It’s just like any other world. Same sun, same plants and animals, same kinds of people...” Sonic waved his hand mindlessly.

“If it’s the same, then why do you miss it so much?”

“Well...I guess when I say that I miss home, I mean that I miss my friends more than anything else, ya know?” Sonic smiled at her.

“Yeah, me too. I miss baking with Cream.” Amy said. She hugged herself and looked solemnly to the ground. Sticks noticed a gleam in her eye that was very familiar. She vaguely remembered seeing that kind of look from someone else long ago.

“Oh, I see...” Sticks thought for a moment, “What are your friends like?”

“Amazing,” Amy giggled, “they’re all so amazing.” 

   Amy took time to describe some of her adventures with the gang to Sticks while Sonic listened peacefully, occasionally adding in a couple extra details when Amy forgot. Sticks listened with admiration. Then, Amy asked Sticks about her own family.

  The badger’s eyes dulled a little. She lost her smile and turned away. She stared at the fire intensely, as if trying to see something within it. Her face contorted as she thought to herself. 

“My family? Well...it’s been a while. It’s hard to remember,” she said.

 Amy and Sonic looked at each other with concern. 

   “My momma and papa were both really smart. Every day, they would try to teach me something new! Like...how to make a trap, or why turtles' shells aren’t soft. My mom would explain things like the turtles’ shell through magic stories. I used to believe them, but now I know better...”

  Sticks’ parents were both scientists. Most days her they would be consumed in their books, always researching and recording every new thing they discovered. They also were expert survivalists. When they weren’t studying, they would take Sticks out on adventures through the jungle, where they would teach her all sorts of things. They taught her about all of the different types of plants and animals, about how to make tools and clothes out of the resources found around them, and even how to hunt efficiently. 

   Exploring the wild wasn’t the only thing they would do though. Her mother always told her about all the myths and legends of the land and would show her the ancient trinkets and artifacts she would discover on her travels to the ancient temples.

But those memories are kind of hazy...” At the sight of Amy’s worried expression, Sticks began to explain.

  One night, she wasn’t sure exactly how long ago, there had been a terrible storm. The thunder clapped like clanging metal and lighting flashed terribly across the sky. The wind blew with a force that could move mountains, thrashing and ripping the trees apart. The rain fell heavier than Sticks had ever seen. She remarked how it felt like she were actually underwater. 

  That night, she and her parents were caught in the storm. They hurried as fast as they could through the thick greenery, squinting in a desperate effort to see through the darkness and pouring rain. They were hunched low and held each other’s hands firmly so that they wouldn’t lose track of each other. As they got nearer to the treehouse, the same one that Sticks lived in currently, her father had tripped and fell. 

  She and her mother turned around. A giant branch had fallen on her father’s back, pinning him to the muddy floor. As the two rushed forward to help him, thunder and lightning boomed right above their heads. The wind carried a punch like no other, and a tree suddenly was uprooted a couple of feet away from them. Her mother assessed the situation; a grim look befell on her face. Sticks tried to grab the branch and help her mom free her father, but her mother suddenly grabbed her and pulled her to the side. 

 “Sticks, listen to me. You need to go straight home. I will stay here and help Papa, but you need to go right now!” she said. 

 Sticks, not understanding, protested. Thunder roared again. 

“We’re running out of time! Listen to me, you need to save yourself, okay? Don’t worry about me and Papa. You just go and run as fast as you can, and when you reach the house you go into your room and lock the door shut. Do you understand?” her mom cried. “Sticks, do you understand? Do you remember everything we taught you?” 

   Sticks, frozen in fear, nodded her head furiously. Her mother then pulled her in and hugged her tightly. That hug was the warmest Sticks has ever felt that night. When they parted, her mother kissed her on the forehead. The woman’s eyes were glassy and her cheeks were wet. Sticks had figured at that moment that some rain much have gotten stuck in her eyes.

“I love you so much, Sticks. We both do.” said her mother.

Thunder exploded above them again.

  Desperate, her mother cried for her to run, and Sticks, although very reluctantly, followed her orders. She ran as fast as her little legs could take her. Being as small as she was, it was hard to see exactly what was behind all of the shadowy masses that surrounded her. She shivered every time her shoes hit the muddy floor and caused a splash. She panted and cried out in fear as the storm continued to escalate. Loud crashing, howling, screeching, and splashing engulfed her and filled her ears and head. It was like a nightmare.

  Just when she felt like she could give up, she happened upon the treehouse. She scaled up the latter and dashed inside, going straight into her room just as her mother ordered. For the rest of the night, she couldn’t sleep. The monstrous storm has rattled the walls all night.

 The next morning, the storm had left just as quickly as it had arrived. Sticks stepped outside to see nothing but the destroyed remains of the hurricane. Broken, uprooted trees her scattered about all helter-skelter. Sticks grew worried, her parents hadn’t come home yet. 

  Sticks recalled that she had searched the surrounding area for days. But they were nowhere to be seen. She looked and looked and looked, and found nothing. They had just completely vanished. 

 “I haven’t seen them since...I always thought that they probably got lost on the way home and went somewhere far away. My mom always told me how confusing the jungle could be, after all,” Sticks looked up to Amy, who appeared to have been wiping her eyes. 

 “What’s wrong?”

  Sonic had gotten up by this point and went to comfort Amy. She tried hard not to show her emotions in front of Sticks. Being able to keep herself from tearing up, she told Sticks that she was staring at the fire too long and her eyes had gotten too dry. 

   After some time passed, and the young badger had fallen asleep, Amy went towards the fire to put it out. Sonic was still lying beside it on a log, staring up at the sky. Amy tried not to stare at him as a thought crossed her mind. Sticks was asleep, so they had some privacy. Maybe, she thought, she could try to have that particular conversation with him again. 

   She sort of squirmed uncomfortably to herself as she tried to think of a way to start the conversation naturally. Every couple seconds, she would glance to him out of the corner of her eye, almost opening her mouth to talk to him, but never quite going through with it. She blushed. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? She’s never been this shy about her crush on him before, so what was different?

   Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak, but when she turned to talk to him, he had fallen asleep. She had a sinking feeling in her chest and frowned at the missed opportunity. Sighing, she finally put out the fire and found a spot nearby to sleep. 

   As she lied down on a bed of leaves and closed her eyes, she felt a sudden disturbance in the air. It wasn’t necessarily a sound or even a movement, but nonetheless, she sensed a presence nearby. Her eyes shot open. Her limbs felt cold and it seemed as though the darkness surrounding her became even more black and empty. Even the tiny slivers of the moonlight peeking through the trees went out like a candle. All of the creatures of the night went silent, leaving an unsettling emptiness lingering in the air. An overwhelming feeling of danger consumed her and she stayed frozen in place for a few seconds. There was a faint whisper. Amy quickly sat up. She looked around her in an effort to find where the noise came from, but couldn’t see farther than her nose. She wanted to call out for Sonic or Sticks, but it was as if her vocal cords stopped working. Then, she saw it. 

Two eyes. Bright and piercing through the absolute darkness. They were wide open, vibrant and lifeless at the same time. Unblinking. Curious. 

Amy felt as if she were paralyzed. Fear had risen up inside her so much that she began to sweat. She wasn’t sure if the feelings she had were real or not, much like the thing she was seeing. It was almost primal, instinctual. Fight or flight? Fight or flight?!

 Then it spoke. 

“Can you see me?” it was a female voice. 

  Without a word, Amy nodded her head. Although she was still terrified, the concerned tone of the voice somewhat eased her nervousness. The woman asked “Really?” Amy nodded again. The eyes made an expression of relief and moved around like they would if they were attached to a face, even though the face wasn’t visible. 

“Oh thank the stars, I was worried,” said the voice. Then the eyes made an expression of shock and looked back at Amy. “Oh goodness, I’m sorry! You must be frightened beyond your wits. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,”

  Amy, for some reason, was comforted by this, and she was able to relax a little more. 

“I came to see you because I needed help,” said the woman.

  Amy gave the eyes a look of suspicion, and she asked for the woman to come closer and show herself. The woman explained that she couldn’t. In fact, she wasn’t even physically there. She was projecting herself from her physical body, which was trapped in a prison. Eggman’s prison. She explained that she was a spirit that had been asleep for thousands of years and that Eggman took her prisoner upon discovering her tomb. 

“He claims that he wants to use my power to take over this world, and because I’m in such a weak state, I’m not strong enough to fight back and escape. But then I found out that you and your blue friend were here to stop him! So tonight I mustered up all the power I had left to try to visit you through my spirit, but it only works at night, which is why I had to wake you up from your sleep.” 

 “How do I know that you aren’t one of Eggman’s tricks?” Amy asked. 

“I can prove it to you! While I was watching over you, I was able to use my powers to access your dreams. You have been having many visions, haven't you? About a kingdom long ago?”

 Out of thin air, a smokey cloud of light formed between the woman and Amy. Inside was an image of the ruins of a lost kingdom, with the palace carved into the side of a waterfall. Amy gasped, it was the same place where she had dreamed about just recently. 

 “All of those visions and dreams you have been having are actually my memories. When you and your blue friend discovered my tomb a few days ago, you happened to absorb the powerful magic that was protecting my soul. Therefore, at least for the time being, our spirits are now connected. That’s how I knew how to find you.” 

Amy blinked in astonishment. The woman continued.

“Eggman happened to reach me before you two did, which is why my box was broken when you discovered my resting place. He’s been keeping me, prisoner, ever since...”

  Amy thought for a moment, she seemed hesitant to trust the woman. The woman sensed this and her eyes looked gloomy. The eyes looked over to the figure just a couple feet away, snoring loudly and curled up on top of a log. Amy followed her gaze. When the woman noticed that Amy was keeping a close eye on her, she stopped staring. 

 “I understand if you are hesitant to believe my story. How about I give you some time to think about it?” 

  The eyes disappeared. The heavy darkness subsided and the animals began to chirp and croak just as normal. The slivers of moonlight suddenly reappeared, and Amy anxieties went away. She sat in silence for a moment, not really sure if what she experienced was a dream or not. 

Chapter Eight

Chapter Ten Coming Soon

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Finger Rings

Dedicated to my judy @vanitykocaine . She been so patient with me getting this out.

Drama, pettiness, and smut.

*Read the fic she wrote for me called Green Goddess it's so good!!!!

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"Yeah, I'm coming are you coming?.. Uh huh.. Yeah, Maya, you better!" You smile into the phone and wander through Macy's as your favorite cousin Maya's chipper voice affirms that she will in fact be in attendance at your dad's birthday party. It'd been too long since you'd seen her. You both were so busy. You find the watches and secure a Michael Kors for your dad.. something slight. He'll love it.

"Yeah.. Yeah, Uncle Ray will be drunk as always you know that.." You pay and take the watch box choosing to forgo a large bag in favor of getting a cute small one from Dollar Tree. You have to get a card anyway.

"Huh? No!" You laugh and push the glass door open but freeze when you hear a loud grunt. You look up to see a six foot man grabbing his nose. His hat on the floor, knocked off from the impact of the door. His locs, braided back neatly, are on display and he looks ready to cuss someone out. Instantly you hang up the phone. 

"I am.. so sorry, wow. I didn't mean to do that.."

He drops his hand and he's easily one of the most attractive guys you've ever seen. The ice in his eyes melts once he looks at you. And then he really looks at you, scanning you completely. "I'm fine. Just look before you leap next time, sweetheart," he says gently, grabbing his hat from the ground and you shift to the side allowing him to pass. He smells like cinnamon. 

Feeling like a low-key creep, you wait about 10 seconds before re-entering the store after him. The man was truly fine and you kept your distance so not to be spotted, but you followed him around the men's department. Mm Mm Mm, yes. His deep green button down exposed his strong forearms leading to thick, stubby ring-decked fingers. You press your thighs together imagining those fingers inside you. He makes his selections and purchases, then it's off to the exit and you follow him to see which direction he goes in.

"Is there a reason you're following me?" His grainy voice comes from your right and you stop short feeling like you ought to be on Dateline.

"Can I have your number," you blurt and he smirks. "Nah sweetheart. I got a whole girl."

"Oh. My bad then," you nod with a small smile of no hard feelings and head off in the direction of your car. You pull off and hit the Dollar Tree like you planned before your dad's party. It started sometime around 6 p.m. When you enter at 7:45, everything's already in full swing and the house is full. You hug everyone you're supposed to as they ring out their chorus of welcomes. You find your mom with your aunt in the kitchen fixing plates and she kisses your cheek before directing you outside to your dad. You find him behind the grill, one of his favorite places. You greet him with a bearhug he's so excited to see you. You decide to save the gift for when he's done grilling. For now, he's surrounded by your mom's brothers and older men you don't know. He seems to realize that and starts pointing from person to person telling you who they are. A couple of them give you gross vibes but you choose to ignore it. Thankfully they're distracted by a card game and beer bottles are everywhere. Your eyes meet another pair of eyes that are already on you and yours widen in surprise. This guy.

"That's one’s Erik. He came with Maya," your dad says and Erik gives you a brief nod that you return.

"VANITY," a loud voice booms from behind you and a grin cracks like lightening across your face as you spin. "MAYA!" You wrap her in a tight embrace and she rocks you from side to side. She’s glowing. She's cut her hair and got rid of the scarring you remember always seeing on her arms. "You look amazing," you say still awed. She starts beaming, "I know! So do you. Have you met my boyfriend, Erik?" You're pushed over in his direction and he glances at you briefly before looking back to Maya.

"This is Erik.. and Babe, this is my cousin Vanity. Ain't she beautiful!" The pride in Maya's voice is evident.

"She cool," Erik shrugs and the awkwardness of it all brings a weird vibe that pushes you back inside. Besides, you’re ready to eat. You head to the kitchen and it's empty so you fix your plate and set up at the table to eat in peace. Not even five minutes later, you hear a chorus of high swooning voices mixed in with Erik's bass and he enters the kitchen. It's obvious everyone here loves him, men and women alike. You start to ignore him, but he speaks first.

"So you're Vanity. I heard a lot about you from Maya, she loves you."

"She's my favorite cousin. Don't tell the others," you deadpan. He smirks and then brings his plate to the table, sitting next to you.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. We saw each other earlier, you hit me with a door, I thought you were cute, that was it. Ain’t no real reason for this to get awkward.”

You nod. “Yeah I was surprised to see you at my parents’ house, but I’m happy for you and Maya.”

The two of you make small talk which somehow turns into a discussion of the Stanford Prison Experiment. The more you talk to him, the more you realize that he’s actually interesting and a decent guy. Funny, smart, charming. You can see why everyone’s in love with him especially with those dimples. He has a smile that could break your heart.

“Can I ask you something,” his grainy voice interrupts your silent admiration. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Since you know her so well.. how do I break up with Maya without hurting her feelings?”

“....YOU DON’T,” you stare him down to let him know that he better not break that girl’s heart. As happy as she looked.

“But if I did break up with her.. would I have a chance with you?”

“Get the hell out,” you stand and trash your empty paper plate, pissed and withdrawing every mental compliment you gave him.

“Nah chill,” he says, “You can come out now Maya.”

Maya peeps her small head around the corner before rounding it, shame and guilt etched deeply into her features.

“I’m so sorry, Vanity, I don’t know what came over me! I just.. I saw you two.. and it looked like you knew each other.. and then.. I thought maybe..,” she sighs heavily. “I shoulda known that you would never do something like that to me because you aren’t like that at all. I’m a horrible cousin. I’m sorry.”

You stand there dumbfounded, not because you don’t understand what just happened, but because Maya.. really thought that low of you to test you and try to catch you in some kind of lie instead of coming to you with her concerns. So much for favorites.

“You know what.. I’m out of here,” you say brushing pass her. She looks so apologetic, but right now you’re so over it. You walk back outside and let your dad know you’re leaving. He’s sad and it hurts you because you did just get there, but you promise to come back and blame the sudden departure on your job. He understands that. You relay the same message to your mom and like your dad, she’s sad about it but understands. However, she won’t let you leave without taking a couple plates with you. Rather than have her fix them, since she’s been spread thin already taking care of everyone else, you decide to suck it up and go back to the kitchen. Maya isn’t there, but Erik is still in the same place. You ignore him and start spooning food onto your plates.

“For what’s it’s worth, she is sorry. She thought we had something and needed proof that we didn’t.”

Angrily you turn to face him. “We didn’t even speak! Why would she think that?”

“Because she knows my type.. and I couldn’t look at you so she knew I was feeling you. I fucked that one up.”

“Okay, but why would she think that about ME? I’ve never hurt her like that.”

“Your cousin is very jealous and she actin up. That’s why she on punishment outside right now. To be honest, we aren’t even dating. We just have an understanding and it’s easier to tell other people in conservative circles that we’re dating.”

Punishment? .. Actually, no, their personal life is none of your business. You look for the aluminum foil but it’s missing and you groan in annoyance. Erik produces it and waves it at you.

“What is that supposed to mean to me?”

“It means if you’re interested, I’m single.”

“BYE,” you take your plates and head out of the kitchen and out of the house.

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Your office is abuzz with chatter and you check your email. It's just a reminder of the audit coming up for your department. You've been at your cubicle all day getting your files and documents straight when your phone buzzes. Maya. You ignore it for ten minutes before you open it.

He dumped me

You reply

Sucks

Her response is instant

Like you ain't know

Y'all had me thinking I was crazy but you really are a thieving bitch

She starts typing some more stuff but you block her number before it comes through. So much for family. Shorty after, you get a text from an unknown number.

She contact you?

I told her you had nothing to do with it

Erik. This whole thing was ridiculous. The fiasco was four days ago and you were still dealing with nonsense. You start to block Erik's number too, but pettiness strikes. If you were going to be accused of and called a bitch for something, you might as well do it.

Meet me at 1422 Girbo Ave in 2 hours

It's a restaurant you like that's thirty minutes away giving you enough time to wrap up at work.

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You ask for Stevens at the front, remembering his name. The two of you had actually really vibed before you realized it was part of a ploy. It's possible the two of you could pick up that vibe again, if only to get your payback. Erik is already there with a booth and you slide in ordering a raspberry tea.

"Wassup. You look good." He's gazing at you but he himself looks as delicious as two desserts. Your mind had tried to downplay him in the last couple of days and you'd forgotten.

"So do you.." You flip through your menu looking for something you haven't had.

"Get what you want it's on me," he says and you immediately flip to the steaks, not because you want one but because he still ain't shit and you know it. He smirks, aware of what you're doing and the two of you make small talk until the waiter comes to take your orders. He orders what you originally planned to order and you think of switching plates with him when the food comes. The more you slip back into conversion with him, you realize the vibe is still there. It's just that you can't get pass what went down. You were innocent. You decide to change the topic to the real issue.

"Yeah that's wild... But Erik, we really need to talk about this thing with you and my cousin. You tw--"

"I'm tryna fuck you in the bathroom then we can eat and talk as much as you want, princess. I'll answer any questions you have."

He doesn't wait for a response, he slides out from the booth and walks around to help you out. This was happening much faster than you planned and he was grabbing the reigns.

He pulls you up the stairs and down a short hall to the bathrooms which means he's been here before to know where they are. In the women's restroom there's a middle aged white woman washing her hands at the sink and she looks up equally surprised and appalled. Erik grins at her through the mirror and guides you into the accessible toilet where he pushes your back against the door. His lips go straight to yours and when you fold into it, returning the passion he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours.

"I know you're just here for a revenge fuck. I'm not stupid, Vanity. But I was serious when I said I was interested. I like you an--"

"I don't care, Erik. Just fuck me." You take off your blouse and your skirt to speed things up and his eyes roam your body quickly. He kisses his teeth.

"Look, I'm tryna be real with you for a change and tell you how I feel about you and you gone say you d--"

"I DON'T CARE."

He looks genuinely hurt. Emotion flashes in his eyes as they scan your face before steeling. Then his original coldness is back.

"Aight... Cool. You don't care. That's why I'm a turn yo ass into a junkie and leave you in this stall."

"Erik, you're wasting my time. You gone fuck m--"

He spins you to face the stall door and smashes your cheek hard into it with one hand while his other snatches roughly at your panties. You feel them pull against you and when they rip, he tosses them before landing four hard slaps on your buttcheek.. each one harder than the last. You reach back to block, but his bone-chilling voice is directly in your ear saying, "Move that gotdamn hand." You do and a harder slap comes bringing a heavy hiss from you.

You hear his zipper and then with no warning he plunges deeply into you causing you to yell from the the combination of his size and the impact.

"Shut the fuck up," his hand clamps around your mouth, "Unless you want an audience." You didn't see his dick but you didn't expect this. You try to adjust but his thrusts are coming hard and consistently. You can't scream, but you groan loudly around his hand and it only gets higher. The hand on your mouth adjusts to pinch your nose shut as well immediately cutting off your volume as well as you air supply.

"I told you to shut the fuck up. Both you and your cousin get on my damn nerves."

His breathing tells you he's just as turned on as you are as he pounds into you and you have to tap his hand him to let you breathe. You feel yourself stretched to capacity and he's hitting every nerve you have as you gasp quietly for air.

"I feel you squeezing on this dick. Call me daddy if you wanna cum." You struggle to control your volume and somehow he thrusts deeper when you take too long.

"SHIT. I'm gonna cum, daddy," you moan in uneven spurts.

"What was that? I ain't hear you?"

"Can I cum, daddy, shit!" This time you're louder.

"Nah, hold that shit."

You know you can't and you punch the door trying not to scream bloody murder. You hear his soft chuckle.

"Okay let go, princess. Go ahead."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, you cum hard and before you can come down, he spins you to face him again, pushing your back against the door. He lifts your thighs over his strong forearms and re-enters you.

"Don't drop me," you moan breathlessly and he shoots you a strange look before moving you from the door that you thought was supporting your weight. He bounces you in air and each time you come down on his dick he hits your g-spot making you cuss with every thrust.

"You don't care?... HUH?"

You can hardly put a sentence together.

"I.. fuck.. I care.. I care.. I-I fuckin care!"

He places your back against the wall again and smirks, still going. "I know, baby. I know. I feel you shaking gone head come on Daddy dick."

You end up squirting on him and the floor and he sets you down on your feet. You lean against the door for balance but move when he unlocks it allowing it to swing open.

"Put your clothes on and come eat," he says before disappearing from the bathroom and you redress quickly and unsteadily. He's at the booth when you get there and when you sit down he looks you in the eye and tells you again that he and Maya are done. This time you listen. Afterall... there was a connection between the two of you.

"So your mama birthday in two weeks, I hear. Am I invited or nah?"

How messyyyy.. when the whole fam just saw him with Maya! Maya especially would be pissed when she got the news. It'd definitely get back to her...

"Yeah.. come through!"

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•Make a move•

Request:  Would love a DeanxPlusSize reader!!! I'm feeling very fluffy! Maybe something along the lines of Y/N living at the bunker and tensions arise

A/N: I tweaked a couple of things. But don’t worry you’ll find some tension 👀. This is my first time posting a oneshot on the blog. I'm excited 👐🏽 and nervous 😂

Warnings: Smut ( nothing happening just some dirty talking, well it's alot 18+ talking )

One more thing thank you @sooooo-thats-a-thing for beta and giving me feedback on this beforehand I appreciated it so much! 😭4

WC: 1.5K

It wasn't that you didn't know Dean had a "thing for you." His not so subtle staring at you backside and chest gave it away.

What completely surprised.you was that it was more than a "thing". One to many drinks at a random bar one night in some small watered down town in Indiana let you know.

He had drank entirely too much. He even bought a round of beers for every in the small bar. ( courtesy of James Moore of course. The credit card he had swiftly swindled along the way.)  You weren't paying any attention to him. You sat down at the other end of the bar nursing  a rum and coke you ordered earlier.

You and Sam both shared a side glance at Dean. Both of you decideding with just a look at each other than it was time to get Dean back to the motel before he broke out in a bar brawl over shooting darts with some random townie.

"I'll go grab baby if you'll go grab Dean." Sam was out the door before you could protest. The last thing you wanted to do was deal with Dean, especially when he was wasted. The man had zero filter when he was like this.

You rounded the bar, fully preparing yourself to hear his drunken cries and  protests of not being ready to leave the bar.

"Dean come on, Sammie went to grab baby. It's time to get you to bed." You grabbed Dean's jacket, trying to weasel his arms in the sleeves.

"Ohh I'll go to bed as long as you're coming with me." Dean smirked. Dean's drunken words had your stomach doing flips. Of course you had developed feelings for him. But watching him and his random hookups leave for his motel room every night was enough to help keep your feelings at Bay.

“You don't mean that. You won't remember half of what you just said in the morning Dean.”  Navagting yourself and a very drunk Dean thru the bar you made it outside, the cool night air doing wonders for you. Your tried to not let his statement fluster you. But your mind ran raid with the idea of what it would be like to be in bed with him.

“Thank God Sammie I don't think I could keep him up a minute longer.” Dean's legs began to buckle as you walked towards the Impala. He began shouting the lyrics to “Stairway to heaven.” Causing everyone who was hanging out outside the bar to snap their head in your direction.

“Dean would you stop.” You hissed at him. You've seen him hammered before but never this lose.

“Come on sweetheart have a little fun.” Dean's voice slurred like a sailor.

“I'll have fun when your ass gets in the backseat Dean. “

“Are you going to get back there with me Sweetheart.” Dean smirked. All your gathered resolved flew off into the night air.

“God I love it when you call me by my first name… it's hot.” you couldn't take anymore of Dean's comments. Sam had a front row seat to your heated skin.

“You know how he gets Y/N instead of confronting his problems straight on. He drinks his way thru them.” Sam and you managed to wrestle Dean into the back seat. Heading back towards the motel. It was moments like these where you we're glad you had your own room on this hunt.

Dean was out cold. You could hear his snores, even with Led Zeppelin playing on the stereo.

“You know he likes you right. He would kill me if he knew I was saying this. But he's out cold.” Dean's snores grew louder as you headed back to the motel.

“Yeah Sam I know it. His eyes are always glued to my backside or my chest.” Even know in the darkness you could see Sam's face turn red at your current remark. But you didn't care if it made Sam uncomfortable. The whole situation was irritating.

“Uhh yeah..  it's uh. It's more than that Y/N. He wants to be with you. He just won't let himself find happiness.” Sam scoffed at himself. He especially knew how stubborn and plain stupid Dean could be. Especially when it came to taking care of himself.

“And in a life like this, you better grab happiness any chance you can get.”

“I'm not playing games with him Sam. I won't be another hookup or another piece of ass. If he wants me he needs to man up and tell me. Not get shit faced hammered than mutter off about my ass and how he would wants my thick thighs around his head.”

You were fuming. Why couldn't he just man up and tell you he liked you? Without having liquid courage behind his words.

“I understand your frustration Y/N. Just give him time. He'll come around and spill his guts.”

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Sam and you got him into the bed. Dean's snores filled the room.

“Alright Sammie you'll know where I'll be if you need me, goodnight.”

“Night Y/N.” You walked back to your room. You wanted nothing more than to take a shower and forget about the whole night.

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“Alright get up I know you're not that drunk.”  Sam hit Dean on his legs waiting for him to roll over. He knew Dean was just acting. He saw the way his eyes were glued to your face while you worked him to the Impala earlier.

“Damn Sammy can't a guy get some sleep.”

Dean rolled over throwing a pillow at Sam's head. He dogged the pillow, picking it off the ground throwing it to the side.

“I know you heard everything she said. She's not going to wait around for to man up for ever.” Sam walked over towards the door grabbing the keys to baby.

“I'm heading back in town to get something to eat. It's now or never. Tell.her how you feel so this whole thing could be over would ya? “

Sam walked out the motel room with the door slamming shut behind him.

Dean sat there on the bed feeling foolish. He had no clue that he had caused you to feel that way. He wanted more than a hookup. He wanted to be with you, and he was going to tell you tonight.

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You hopped out the shower, tying the towel around your body when you heard a loud knock on the door.

“Damn Dean you can't just sleep it off for one night. Now me and Sammie have to figure out where you ran off to. You thought to yourself .

You walked towards the door securing your towel around your body.

You flung the door open without even paying attention to who was there.

“Alright let me find my shoes. We'll find him in a hour tops this town isn't that big.”

You turned around when you didn't hear Sam's footsteps in the room. You snapped your neck back towards the door only to find a very sober Dean.  

“Sorry about that sweetheart… uhh I'm good now. I sobered up a bit.” Dean said while he scratched the back of his neck.

He didn't know what to say. So he figured he would start with the truth.

“I got something to tell ya Y/N… I uhh… I wasn't completely wasted tonight. I only acted that way so I could find out if you had feelings for me.” The room was silent, you could probably hear a pin drop.

You've seen Dean do some wacked out shit before, but this was taking it to a new level. You had to step back and understand Dean had never been in a serious relationship aside for the one night stand that lasted two days. But this was uncharted territory for him.

He wanted to make sure you reciprocated the same feelings for him that he had for you.

“I must say Winchester you wasted a lot of time… but I get it. I wish you had just come to me and told me how you felt. But  I understand when you didn't.” You grabbed Dean's hand stroking his palm.

In his own way Dean was putting his heart out on the line for you. Who were you to throw away this act at the wayside.

“I'm just glad you did now Dean.” you smiled at him. Watching him as he took a shaky breath of relief.

“So your not mad at me? I did not see this going in this direction at all. I expect you to tell me to go to hell or cuss me out. But I must say I'm pretty glad with the outcome.”

You quickly in remembered you answered the door in nothing but a towel. Dean's eyes raked over your curves as he stood in the doorway.

You had already caught him off guard once tonight, and you certainly had no problem doing it again.

“Your a lot of talk and no show Dean Winchester.” You walked past him adding a little sway to your hips. Dropping your towel looking over your shoulder. You had him exactly where you wanted him and you were loving it.

“Why don't you come in here and put some action behind your words.” You didn't have to say anymore after that. You saw a lot of action all night long.

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Feedback is gold but if you don't want to leave any that's cool 👐🏽! I just appreciate you reading this! 😌

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 172

Cammie

I sit down on the couch next to April. She is on her phone like she has something serious going on. I lean back on her pushing the phone into her chest. She couldn't push me off. One because she is but so big and secondly I have Caden in my arms.

"Ma?"

"Get your ass up."

I scoot off of her lap onto the couch. I still had my legs on her. I sit Caden down on my legs so she couldn't take them off of her. She goes back to her phone. Caden has been sleeping too much in the day. I'm trying to get him off of that hospital schedule. They were always poking him and bothering him at night. So I'm bothering him during the day instead of giving him his peace.

"Your son thinks I need to lay Caden down and let him sleep. I'm trying to get him back to the real world. People sleep at night. Only prostitutes and celebrities be up throughout the night. He not going to want to be up every night. Plus he don't have breast and Caden gets to where he only wants the breast, no bottle."

"Who are you talking to?" April asks not looking at me.

I push her shoulder with mine. "I don't think there's nothing wrong with holding my baby all day. We missed so many hours of bonding already. I'm more attached being that he was away from me."

"Cammie, go somewhere else and talk to yourself."

"I'm talking to you."

"Oh please don't whine." she says putting her phone down. "You have Lane spoiled. It's only fair that you spoil the little warrior. He is gaining weight fast."

I smile. "These fat thighs are getting too big for those preemie diapers."

April pulls at his feet. "He is so cute. Do you think he looks more like Lane or his own look?"

"A lot like Lane. They are going to be the perfect Disney siblings."

"Fucking Disney."

I giggle. "Disney."

"Who the fuck do they think they are? Here is when you are going to introduce your baby to the world. Here is how. You have til the end of the day to provide an invite list. You have to RSVP to your own shit."

"Your son doesn't see a problem with any of that. Only rights he wants are the ones to announce it. But Disney is cool with only allowing videos at their back drop. They even offering free photos with a character theme of our choice."

April shakes her head. "I don't give a damn."

I laugh. "Anyway, Ma, I found you something to wear."

"That's usually a joke." She stares at me. I don't smile. "Cammie, you not putting me in nothing that your mother would wear to church."

"I can't with you." I say laughing.

Caden starts whining. I turn him over on his belly then rubs his back. He is too fucking much. He gets quiet immediately. I take out my phone. I seriously took my time and picked this dress out for April. She is going to wear it whether she loves it or not. I took her style into consideration. She takes the phone from me.

"This is more of a dress for you." she says.

"Let me see that." I take it. "Oh that is mine."

She sucks her teeth. "You paid for this already?"

"Yes, I did, April."

"You think you the shit." she rolls her neck. "Better be on point."

"You going to think you the shit in this. I was thinking Disney. Fairy Godmother. Sexy Grandma."

She turns up her lips. "Rose is the grandma. I'm more of the..."

"Grandma." I say giving her the phone.

As I thought she doesn't say nothing. Her way of approving it. She strolls up and down the page.

"You might understand me." she says smiling then giving the phone back.

"Dress size and everything." I snap rolling my neck.

She takes Caden. "Tell your mama I don't like her attitude."

I hug her. "Mama."

"Cammie get off of me. Where is your husband? Go be up his ass."

"You never said you liked the dress." I snap.

"Cammie, I didn't fuss about it."

"Tell me you like it April." I say all up in her face.

She sighs. "Tremaine, get your wife."

I look up. "I thought that was really Trey."

"Cammie."

"No, Ma."

She kisses Caden's head. "Where is my baby Lane? He will get you out of here."

"April." I whisper.

"Did I tell you about my new friend?"

I back up out her face. "No. Spill."

"Imma just tell you that you met him."

"Oh you are no fun at all. How am I supposed to guess?"

"I bring lots of men around, Jayla?"

"Don't try to flip this."

She laughs really hard. "Here I was thinking you knew me and we had this mother/daughter thing going. Don't even know me like that."

"Jayla." Trey says walking into the room. "Lane, here is your mommy and mine."

"That my mommy." Lane says.

Trey makes a face at us. I start laughing really hard as I realize who April's new friend is. The guy with the funny name that she didn't bother introducing anyone to. It was at a party. She was talking about the life of Trey Songz to this guy.

"I know your secret." I say.

"Mommy, Caden right there?"

I focus on Lane. "Yes, this is Caden."

"Caden say hey." Lane raises his eyebrows.

"Caden can only cry. Come back later."

He starts whining. "I go? I leave?"

I kiss his face. "No Big brother. Where would you go if you have car?"

"I go all the way up high."

"Not in a car. Why are you looking for me?"

"Cause." he says touching Caden back. "I looking for you, Caden. Hey, Caden."

Trey comes back into the room. "Who did you send flowers to?"

Damn he mad about it. "What's wrong with sending flowers?"

"Depends on who the f... Who you sent them to."

"I wouldn't be sending a man flowers, Tremaine. You know what they say about jealous people. They usually the ones doing the dirty."

He smacks his teeth. "Be straight up. Who?"

"I sent them to Charleston, Smarty Pants. Who else did I send them to?"

"You act like I know all of that." he says leaving abruptly.

I sigh then whisper to April. "Excuse me, Ma. I have to go pay my jealous oldest some attention. He tripping."

She chuckles. "Please do. That doesn't look cute and y'all sound terrible."

"You not take Caden. Nanma, give mommy back my brother. He want mommy."

"Your mama leaving you." April says pointing. "Drama number two."

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 I look at the list of people who RSVP'ed already. I didn't want a lot of people. I mainly invited my wedding guest list. My bridesmaid, Trey's friends, and family. So far 10 out of 55 are coming. I'm expecting about 25. Mostly women. Not many men want to come see a newborn baby.

"Tremaine?"

"Mmh?" he replies. He stands up and walks all the way over to me. "Jayla?"

I rub his chest. "Tremaine, like... I don't want to be rude or nothing. I don't want people touching my baby."

"I understand that."

"I mean, he only what 7 weeks? How did I forget? Anyway, his immune system not that good. Like who knows what people bringing in with them. Then they will be wearing perfume and shit."

Trey steps back so I couldn't touch him. "Perfume?"

"Yes."

He screws up his face. "What the hell perfume has to do with anything?"

"It can break him out."

"Seriously? Why didn't you tell me that? I..."

"You dont put cologne on at home. Plus you put it on your clothes. Only a small amount be on your skin."

He steps back up to me. "You tell me what to do Jayla and I will do it. I'll be as rude as need be. If they can't touch him then they can't touch him."

"I only want our personal photographer in the actual event. Not Disney people. I told them already. People will just have to look at him. Nobody hold him unless they are willing to wear covering."

"You should have only invited a few people then."

I shrug. "I'm figuring only the women will come. Maybe a few guys. Chris most definitely."

"Not true. Drake is coming for sure. Jeremih, Jeezy, Kanye, Frynch, Mario, Khaled, Will, Jackie, Kevin..."

"They are not. They not even on the acceptance list. They all called me asking if it's real. They all told me they are coming. I might have to tell them to respond to the invite. I know Drake assistant is doing his."

"That's... Okay, I was not expecting that."

Trey starts rubbing on my ass. He was deep in thought about something. I hug his torso. He stops blankly rubbing on my ass and hugs me back. It doesn't take long for his mine to go back to my ass.

"Tremaine." I say letting him go.

"What do you think about me going out?"

I shrug. "Go. Just remember if you drink or smoke, sleep it off and don't bring it around my children. The behavior or the scent."

He grabs my ass with both hands. "Jayla?"

"I think that you should get off of me."

"Only if you are physically unable to be touched. Can I bring a female home?"

I start laughing. "You not funny. Get off of me."

"So you get to have two other men in your life but I can't bring home some funky bitch from a party? You got some deep rooted double standards."

"Leave my babies along. I give you so much attention. We have been fucking more than we did that week we spent together."

He smiles. "We not doing nothing right now. You not naked from the waist down."

"Tremaine, I can't believe you still be on me like we don't be doing nothing. Can't let you get a taste of nothing."

"You telling me to taste it." he says pushing his body against mine.

I put my arms around his neck. "Tremaine, I swear I already feel like I been doing squats all week."

"I'm just wondering what kind of conversation this is."

"Mama Rose." I say letting Trey go. He grabs my wrist. I look back at his 'don't go to far' face. "Hey Mama."

She hugs me. "My pretty girl. How are you?"

I smile hugging her. "I'm doing good. I know you already saw Caden."

"I told Lee that we had to go down before that showing party. I'm not going to let a party be the first time I see my baby."

"Isn't he beautiful..."

"Handsome." Trey says hugging Rose.

She kisses him. "He is so handsome. I know how proud you are of this woman, Maine. Two healthy boys."

"What?" Lane yells.

"DayDay." Rose says.

Lane falls out on the floor. He so funny. He kicks around on the floor playing. She yells at him to come hug her. He acts even more silly then he runs to her jumping up. They have a conversation then leave.

"What did he say to her?"

"I don't know." Trey says grabbing me. "I'm okay with being rude. You?"

I look at him funny. He grabs my ass touching my pussy. I understand fully what he is talking about. I smile touching my body.

"I might be walking like I'm bowlegged. But rude is okay."

He laughs really hard pulling me to him. I start kissing on his neck. Fucking Tremaine. He picks me up and starts walking. I bite on his ear. He grunts. I lick his ear. He throws me. I gasp as I hit the bed. I turn over in the bed lying on my stomach.

"Perfect." he says in my ear.

His voice gives me chills. It's like he knew I wanted to hear him in my ear more.

"I love you."

"Mhm." I moan.

He grabs my hips pulling me into him then starts fucking me hard. I press my lips together holding back the urge to let everyone know the amount of excitement I'm feeling. I exhale. He starts fucking me right. Hitting my spot each time. I cover my mouth and let it all go. I still could be heard. I know it. But the feeling... Oh the feeling.

"Acting like you fucking for the first time." Trey says.

"Feels like it." I moan.

He kisses my back. "I feel like singing to this shit." He says poking my pussy with his limp dick.

I turn my upper body over looking at his face. He kisses me so I couldn't see his face. I want to see that look of satisfaction he has right after.

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bts reacts ; flinching during a argument

ayo ladies and gentlemen!

anon request; bts reacts to their s/o flinching during an argument?

yo. wassup y'all! so i'm here again with another react,  please make sure you read the message at the bottom of this post because yeah... it's kinda important, and even though i've already said it i'm still getting requests for reacts and imagines. but yeah, that's about it, thanks for reading my loves. i hope you all enjoy it and that's about it. let's get going!

seokjin;

he would raise his hand slightly to run his hand through his hair, face plastered with stress and anger, and you'd flinch. you actually flinched. his face would soften and his mouth would open wide.

"no- no, no, no._____, i- i would never," he'd stutter, his voice would start to crack and eyes water with hurt. did you actually think that he was going to hit you? "you have to believe me, _____. i wouldn't- i couldn't-" he adds, with the smallest tear rolling down his face.

you just stand there, looking at him, shocked and still a little scared. "you know, that don't y-you, you know i wouldn't hit y-you, right?" he'd ask, muttering as his sentence finished. "oh, god. princess, I'm so, so sorry," he'd say.

he'd walk over to you, and hug you as tight as ever. placing a small kiss on your forehead as he held you tight. "i love you, _____,"

"i love you too, jin," you state, hugging him back.

yoongi;

"for fucks sake, _____! just leave me alone- how many times do i need to tell you this? are you stupid?" yoongi would yell at the top of his voice. the anger in his face was highly noticeable, yet all you tried to do was to get him to relax after working for days straight without a break.

"yoongi..." you say quietly, hoping that he would cool down due to your quiet tone of voice. maybe it was a heat of the moment and he didn't really mean it.

"i said fuck off!" he yells, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration, but you- not noticing that he was actually going to hit the wall- flinched back in fear. your lips trembled and tears sprang from your eyes. the second eh sore you like this, his facial expression dropped and turned from anger to regret and sadness.

"i wasn't going to- oh gosh, no-" he says stumbling over his worlds, tears pricking his eyes as he realised what he just did. the scared expression on your face would literally wreck him inside, and that sad expression was because of him. "fuck," he'd mutter under his breath as you ran off.

he'd would literally chance after you, full speed, in hope you'd let him apologise. "_____, please- please!" he'd yell, but by this time you'd already locked yourself in the bathroom.

"yoongi, just go away-" you cry out, you knew he wasn't going to hit you- yoongi would never do that to you, but you still couldn't face him, not after that.

"____," he sighs, you could hear his breath getting heavy from through the door, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears too. "you know I'd never lay a finger on you, don't you?" he croaks out, "shit- _____, I'm so fucking sorry. you must believe me, i didn't mean to scare you,".

you slowly unlock the door, opening it slowly to see a broken yoongi. he couldn't believe he did that to you, and both of you knew he would never forgive himself for it. "oh, _____, I'm so, so sorry. i don't even know-" and his sentence was cut off with a light kiss.

"it's okay, yoongi. you didn't mean too," you smile at him, "i love you,".

"i love you too."

hobi;

you sat there, watching hobi curse to himself as he was trying to practice this dance for a show tomorrow, and for some reason he just wasn't getting it.

"baby, i think you should take a break, rest your body and mind for a second or so," you advise thinking it'd be best for him.

"no, i'll be fine," he huffed, practicing again and again, this one dance move he "couldn't perfect"- yet it looked pretty perfect from where you was standing. after another couple minutes later you stood up to go up to him, to get him to stop because you could tell he was over working himself.

"hobi, i really think-" "well i don't care what you think!" he yells over you, causing you to jump backwards in fright as he turned round speedily, almost knocking you over. and the second you stepped back he would be right next to you again, begging for your forgiveness.

"oh lord, i didn't mean to yell. please forgive me," he'd say, hurt that he was the one that scared you like this. "i'm so, so, so sorry. i shouldn't have done that."

"hobi, i'm fine," you say as he pulled you into a soft hug, wrapping his hands round your neck.

"god, i love you _____."

namjoon;

"_____, please. i need to finish the lyrics for this song, i'm already behind on writing them. i'll watch the movie in a moment," is what namjoon said... 5 hours ago. you understand that he has his work and his career to work for, but he keeps making endless promises and then never fulfilling them. yeah, once or twice isn't bad, but 13 times this month- yes, you've be counting- isn't okay, well not to you anyway.

he walked into your shared room, just as you was going to bed. "oh, i thought we was going to watch that film?" he asked, looking at you laid on your side.

"yeah, about 5 hours ago... I've always watched that film, and another one," you explained, a little bit of annoyance in your tone.

"well, if you was just gonna watch it on your own then you shouldn't have interrupted my work," he said under his breath. making you sass back at him; "and maybe you should stop ignoring me and breaking your countless promises. how about that?".

"whoa, _____. what the fuck? i'm trying to work, that's more important then spending time with you," he explained, but just made the situation worse. you looked at him, disbelief in your eyes.

"okay, wow, thanks. nice to know i'm important to you," you spat, getting out of bed and trying to walk out the room.

"hey, don't walk away from me. i didn't mean it like that," he sighed, but not wanting him to see you cry, you just carried on walking. "i said 'son't walk away from me'!" he yelled, causing you to literally jump out your skin.

his mind would flip out, doing summersaults and backflips with regret. "oh, baby... no, i wasn't going to," he muttered under his breath, pulling you into a hug from behind, assuring you that he would never hurt you.

jimin;

the second you flinch away from him, it'd be like a slap to his face and his heart would drop. his little angel was frightened, because of him, the person who vowed to never hurt her and look after her. like yeah, he must admit that he can be scary when he's angry but he would never in a million years dream about scaring you- hurting his world, his everything.

"baby," he says, but you'd just step back even more, and his steps would follow yours. "princess?" he lightly cups your chin, pulling your gaze up to his face. "i would never hit you, okay? i could never do that, I'd never forgive myself," he explains, looking at you in the eyes.

"baby, angel, please you have to believe me. i love you too much to ever, ever hurt you," he coos, pulling you lightly into a hug.

"i love you too, jimin," you sigh, into this chest.

taehyung;

"taetae, i need your help," you say trying to reach up for something on the top shelf, but obviously, you couldn't quiet get there.

"god, why can't you do anything yourself?" he snarls under his breath, before reaching up for the jar off the shelf and slamming it onto the side.

"well, i'm so sorry i cant reach it," you reply quietly, loosing the jar so it would open. but it took you a little effort, and you still couldn't do it.

"oh my god, _____, you're so incompetent!" he yells open the jar up for you before slamming the jar onto the side again, causing you to flinch backwards- your hands placing themselves onto the counter. the look on your face would cause his heart to crack into to pieces.

he took hold as your hand slowly. "i'm so sorry, I'd never-" he cut himself off "i would never hit you, i couldn't touch you in that way,". all he would do, not knowing what else to say- both from shock and not wanting to cry- was hug you tightly, reassuring you that he did love you and he wouldn't ever hurt you.

"i'm sorry," you mutter into his chest.

"no, i'm sorry, _____. you have no need to apologise."

jeongguk;

recently jeongugk had be upset- for a reason unknown, because, jeongguk being jeongguk, he wouldn't tell you. all you would do was comfort him and "cradle him" so that he knew you was there if he ever wanted to talk to you about what was on his mind.

one day you was making dinner and he walked in after work, then suddenly start to burst out crying. "whoa, jeongguk," you say, noticing that he was beyond upset at this point, you started to walk over to him to go and hug him but no- "stop fucking treating me like i'm a baby- i don't need cradling!" he practically screams. you swear you raised your two hands in front of your face, just to defend yourself from those strong fists that weren't even coming towards you- even though you assumed they were.

he'd stare at you, shock in his eyes. shocked because he actually yelled at you, and shocked because you actually flinched. he took one look at you before literally dropping down against the wall and breaking down, tears streaming down his face in hate for himself.

"i didn't mean to," he stutters through the tears "i-i love you, i couldn't do t-that," he says upset with himself.

"jeongguk, it's okay," you smile kneeling down to hug him "you didn't mean to, i know you didn't," you explained, holding him in your arms.

"i'm so sorry," he sniffles, hugging you back with a tight grip.

"i love you kookie."

hi guys, so i just would like to announce- since i've had a few requests- that i'm no longer taking requests for reacts or imagines because i have a lot of exams over the next few weeks and i need to revise. and, if you know me, you should know its takes me forever to write imagines and reacts but i just don't have the time to do so. however, moodboards and bullet imagines are still open. don't worry if you requested something from a week ago or so, i'm gonna empty my inbox and i won't be answering to new requests for reacts and imagines. thanks, and i hope you understand; school sucks massively.

anyway, i hope you enjoyed this and thank you to the anon who requests this. i love ya!

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Bambam x Reader

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Y/n/n: Your nickname

Today, so far, had been pretty normal. You and Bambam had hung out all day, having your own movie marathon, complete with snacks and soda. The two of you cuddled up, your head resting in his lap and his fingers running through your hair. It was calm, and sweet. Until, he unexpectedly had to leave after receiving a text from one of the guys.

"Oh god. Y/n, I'm so sorry. I've gotta go. The boys are babysitting some little ones, and they need some help. They're all screaming and crying over how hard it is and how they never want to be parents after this." Bambam looked so sorry, that you couldn't help but make a joke as you sat up.

"The boys or the kids are screaming and crying?" You grinned at him, watching him shake his head.

"I would say both are, but most likely the kids." You both laughed, imagining an entire house full of crying kids and the boys, before he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. How you wished it was your lips instead of your cheek. "But, I've gotta go. I'll see you later. We still on for coffee tomorrow?"

"Of course. As long as you don't spill it first."

"That was one time. It was an accident and you know it." He whined, you always teased him about that incident. "But really, I should go. Don't want a trashed home to come back too. See ya." With a quick hug, he was gone and out your door, leaving you to clean up your mess, before heading off to bed.

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Turns out, Bambam ended up missing the coffee date, making you nervous. He never missed your get-togethers, so you waited for two hours, before giving up and heading home. He hadn't messaged you back for the next three days. That's when you went to their house to check on him. As you patiently waited outside the door, it opened, revealing a tired Jaebum.

"Hey, Y/n/n, what's up? I thought you were meeting Bambam?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

"No, he's not answered any texts, so I thought maybe something was wrong. He even missed our coffee day, which he hasn't in the past." You were honestly confused as to why he was acting this way. You were beginning to think you had done something to make him mad, but he would've told you if something was wrong, right?

"Well, come on in. You can wait in here for him if you'd like." He opened the door wider, and you could see Mark and Jinyoung in the kitchen, while the rest of the guys were in the living room, playing a video game. Jaebum was also the first to figure out the crush you had on him. Couldn't get anything past him. Or Jinyoung, who knew just as quick.

"Thank you Jaebum." You walked in, took off your shoes, and sat next to Youngjae, who grinned and gave you a hug before turning his attention back to the game.  Jackson was the next person to take notice of you.

"Y/n? Why are you here and not meeting Bambam? He said he was meeting you for lunch." Jackson said, making you tilt your head.

"Okay, what is up with this boy? First he misses our coffee day, and then he claims to be meeting me when we haven't even talked for the past few days? What the actual hell is going on?!" Now you were starting to get pissed off. Bambam would never normally do somethin like this, so something was obviously up. Just then, you heard Bambam's infamous ringtone.

"Speak of the devil." As you answered the phone, You could hear Bambam, but he sounded far away. Maybe he butt dialed you.

"We have to keep this a secret for now. Can't have any of the fans coming and harassing you." Your head tilted even further in confusion. Just who was he talking to.

"Okay Bammie. Well, I've gotta go. Love you." You heard a woman's voice, along with the obvious sounds of a kiss, and you hung up. You couldn't listen anymore. You were staring down at your phone when Jaebum tapped your shoulder.

"That was him wasn't it?" After you nod, he grabbed you and brought you to his room. "What happened? Why are you now crying?" You didn't even realize it, and within seconds you were breaking down. He pulled you into him, letting you cry out all your feelings into his chest for what felt like hours. You remember hearing the door open, before it was closed again. You felt another hand on your shoulder, and glancing up, you were met with the cause of your sadness.

"Y/n? What's going on? Why are you crying? Who do I have to beat up?" He was concerned, he had never seen you cry in front of someone other than him.

Shaking your head you reply, "No one Bam. I'll be fine. You should hang out with the other boys. I'll be leaving here shortly. No need to worry about little old me." He didn't believe the shaky smile you gave him, but knew better when something upset you, you would always tell him when you were ready. Giving you one last kiss on the top of your head, he left you two alone.

"I've gotta go Jaebum. I'll come around soon, yeah?"

"Okay. But you can't hide this forever. Something bad is bound to happen from this." He led you out, after saying good-bye to everyone. Once you got to your apartment, that was when you broke down.

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"Y/n! I have someone I want you to meet. This is Jung Soon. She's my girlfriend." Bambam was so excited and introduced you to his girlfriend, who looked pretty. "Jagi, this is my bestest friend ever, Y/n."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." She gave you a sickly sweet grin, and you returned with a shy smile.

"Nice to meet you too." You reply, in a small voice.

"Well, let's go then. We're going bowling today." You grinned, seeing Bambam light up in excitement for today's events.

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You were woken up from your sleep with Bambam's ringtone. Quickly sitting up, you threw the blankets off of you before answering the phone.

"Hey Bammie, what's up?" It was kinda late, and he only called if something was wrong, and you were halfway out of your bed before you heard her voice.

"Listen to me right now. I don't want you to hang on to my boyfriend anymore. You're always doing that when it should be me. Last I checked, you aren't his girlfriend, nor will you ever be. I just wanted to make this clear to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." You gulped before replying, already having assumed that she didn't like you. She kept throwing you dirty glares whenever it was just the two of you.

"Good. Now, I'm going to hang up and we never had this conversation, alright? Good-bye." She hung up after speaking her mind, and you couldn't go back to sleep after that, so you stayed up watching Netflix until 4 in the morning.

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The boys were having a sort of cookout, and you made the mistake of being alone with Jung Soon. And you followed her advice. Trying to put some distance between you and Bambam, trying to keep her from being a bitch, but still keeping your friendship intact. Fat lot of good that did you.

"Why are you like this Y/n? I thought we were friends?" She suddenly yelled out, making you look at her in confusion.

"What are you..." Bambam came in from outside, having heard the shouting, and seeing her in tears.

"S-she just flipped out! S-she called me names and told me how I'm not w-worth your time." She was 'sobbing' into his chest as soon as he came in.

"Alright Y/n, what is wrong with you. I never thought that one, you would drift away from me, but then you would hate on my girlfriend for no reason! If this is how it's gonna be from now on, just leave and don't look back." Everything had been fine, until Jung Soon had went crying to Bambam about how you yelled at her and called her names. I mean, you had thought about it, but you knew this would've happened.

"Ok then. Believe your petty girlfriend over your best friend. I will leave your life, and I won't come back then." You turned away before he could see the tears in your eyes and you just ran. He wanted you out of his life? Well, that's what he would get. You went back home, and took everything of his that was in your house, and sent them to him, along with a letter.

Bambam,

I am truly sorry for any wrong I've done you. But I promise after this you won't see me anymore. I'm going to be moving, and you nor the boys will be forced to see or hear from me again. I love you. *scratch it out*

My Deepest Apologies, Y/n

You put that on there on instinct, but you crossed it out immediately, making it illegible. You would go and move back in with your mom and dad, two hours away.

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"Bambam?! What did you do?!?!" Jaebum was furious. He was the one to find the package, and opened it, as it was addressed to all of them, rather than just Bambam.

"What are you talking about? Don't yell at me." Bambam had previously been kissing Jung Soon, but  that stopped when Jaebum came in yelling.

"Oh really? Y/n is moving and 'You nor the boys will be forced to see or hear from me again.' Why is she moving and blocked our numbers?" He read straight from the letter, and his face paled slightly.

"I didn't know she would go that far. But it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? Bambam, this is your best friend we are talking about." Bambam held his finger out, stopping him from saying more.

"She was. Until she called Jung Soon nasty names and that she wasn't worth my time." Jaebum wore a confused expression, before turning his gaze to the girl, tilting his head at her.

"Really now? What did she call you."

"I'd rather not repeat them. But they were nasty and rude." She looked down, and Jaebum turned to Bambam.

"Bambam, I'm sorry. But you need to get your head out of your ass. This little girl right here is lying to you. You need to get out of this 'puppy love' stage, and realize who you actually loved, and who actually loved you. You let the one person who cared more for you than anyone else in the world go. I talked to Youngjae. He was inside and in the kitchen when Jung Soon just yelled out. Y/n didn't even say a word. She's playing you man. And if you don't fix this now, you will regret it later on." With that said, he stormed out, as he left him to sort out his priorities.

Bambam watched him leave, before turning to Jung Soon. "Is what he said true? Did Y/n not really say any of these things?" She was glancing all around the room. Scoffing, he stood up, and ran outside, planning on running to your place when Jinyoung was in the car out front.

"Get in. You better hope she hasn't left yet." The drive there was silent, but he was fidgeting until they stopped outside your apartment. "Go and get her back."

He ran in, getting up to your door, and knocking quick and harshly. "Y/n! Please, open the door. I need to talk to you."

"Oh, so you can ridicule me more? So that you can listen to your little girlfriend before your best friend? I don't think so. I'm not letting you in. You better go before I call the cops." You sneered, hoping he would take the hint and leave. But that wasn't so when he opened your door. "Why the fuck did I ever give you a key? What is so important that you have to use the key?" You glared at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Y/n/n, I'm so sorry I believed her instead of you. I was blinded, because I was trying to get over my crush for you." His voice got softer at the end.

"Oh, yeah. Real cute. Play that card up all you want. I bet Jaebum told you didn't he? Well, I'll kick his ass before I leave tomorrow." You were gonna kill Jaebum for spilling your secret.

"No no no, I swear to you, I've always loved you. Please, please don't leave. I'm sorry for the way I treated you just please don't leave. I promise, I will make it up to you. I love you. Please don't go." He was crying by now, scared of losing you entirely in his quest to suppress his crush on you.

"Okay. Say I believe you love me. And have this crush on me. Why did you never say anything?" You were hesitant in believing him, especially after he pretty much broke your heart the other day.

"Because I didn't want to get rejected. And I didn't want to lose you as my best friend I was okay with suffering through watching you date other guys, so long as I could still be with you, be near you." You closed your eyes, waiting a second before leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss.

"If it's any consolation, I love you too. I won't leave."

"Are you serious? Oh yes!!" He stopped crying almost in an instant, picking you up and hugging you tight, before kissing you first this time. It was sweet. Just like this moment.

"I love you so much. And I swear, if I ever do something stupid like this, I would totally understand you going and leaving me, or better yet, you can just punch me to make you feel better. Thank you." He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, making you giggle.

"I love you too."