#me personally i think smoking at a bus stop is a dick move

[mishkakagehishka]

Dude just sat next to me at the bus stop and started smoking. One of these days i'm gonna start beating people.

[a-guy-named-e]

the states as weird things my directors have said

alabama: you have so much school spirit i almost forgot you don't know how football works

alaska: why can't you all shut the hell up every once in a while

arizona: you're the only person i'll let complain at this point. i don't think you're right, but i do think it's funny.

arkansas: you're still here? i thought you graduated. leave already, dammit.

california: i thought i was ready for the pronoun question but clearly i was not.

colorado: i don't know why he hangs out with you, all you do is smoke weed! [turns to me] you haven't started smoking weed have you?

connecticut: i will pay you seven dollars if you can get the tenors to stop giving me stupid nicknames.

delaware: yes. i know you were the first to reset. that's because you don't move.

georgia: do you know where the disembodied cougar head is? no? well then i don't know what to tell you.

florida: i never thought i'd have to say this but please do not pick up any more squirrels.

hawai'i: your disregard for authority is only funny when it's [band director], not when it's me.

idaho: i don't care what you call it, i want to know why you were arranging a marriage on the back of the bus.

illinois: i need you to do me a favor and make sure [friend] never wears that packers jersey again because next time i might strangle him.

indiana: why is it so hard for you to march slides? just turn and look at the damn cornfield!

iowa: alumni, i appreciate you coming out to watch, but please do not turn our rehearsal into a field of dreams moment.

kansas: if you make one more comment about the scenery i'm kicking you off the bus.

kentucky: you were a horse girl in a past life, weren't you?

louisiana: i know you can't dance worth shit but i need you to play like you're trying to convince someone that you can.

maine: i can't tell if you're agreeing with me or just acknowledging me but i like being agreed with so i'm going with that.

maryland: i don't trust anyone whose only experience with crab is imitation crab meat

massachusetts: i'm not technically allowed to swear around you but that was fucking terrible.

michigan: so are you just emotionally invested in awful sports teams or what?

minnesota: i know this is the midwest but can someone please bring anything other than a casserole to the pitch-in?

mississippi: i don't care who was talking, i'm telling all of you to shut up so i know i get the right one.

missouri: i know dark humor is in and all but i feel obligated to tell you that i'm a mandated reporter, so can you please make your jokes about jumping off the arch where i can't hear them?

montana: no, you may not run laps in the enchanted forest.

nebraska: it's almost the 4th, right? okay, if you can play three notes better this rep i'll run to the cornfield and check if it's knee-high for you guys.

nevada: oh my god you did not just start a poker game.

new hampshire: i don't care that it's 101°, i'm not allowed to let you be shirtless.

new jersey: the way some of you march makes me so scared of you becoming drivers.

new mexico: this should be sultry! be sultry!

new york: i don't pay $5 for my coffee. i like it black. like my soul.

north carolina: you're acting like a whiney little brother. i should know. i am the whiney little brother.

north dakota: all things being equal i'd love to agree to disagree. however all things are not equal. i'm smarter than you.

ohio: buckle up kids, this is going to be the only interesting thing you see for the next several hours.

oklahoma: trumpets i am begging you to get a personality other than metaphorical dick measuring contests with the tubas

oregon: i don't care that we used the bridge last year, we're using it again. it's our thing now.

pennsylvania: i often get sad about the fact that we border ohio but then i remember that ohio also borders us

rhode island: one more wrong note and i'm putting the piccolo on a high shelf where you can't reach it.

south carolina: i want you to play like $40 peach sweet tea.

south dakota: i wish i were an only child too, but not all of us can be that lucky

tennessee: if you hear me blasting dolly parton in my office shut up and mind your business.

texas: we don't have much going for us, but i can guarantee no one else is dumb enough to cram 90 horn players on a gym floor and make them march.

utah: i don't know why you have seven pictures of jesus taped to your face and honestly i'm a little scared to ask.

vermont: alright folks, practice is starting late today. someone put seventy two bottles of cracker barrel maple syrup in my office. yes, i counted.

virginia: i hate to be a buzzkill but unfortunately murder is still very illegal.

washington: i'm sorry, you're now legally required to get starbucks before all of our competitions. i will buy it for you if that's what it takes.

west virginia: you may have noticed country roads is in our pep band binder. please note that i will be using this as leverage for the rest of the season. if you cross the line, it gets cut. consider yourself warned.

wisconsin: i have a lot of questions honestly, but i think the two most pressing are "why are you eating a whole block of cheese" and "aren't you lactose intolerant"

wyoming: you know what? i think i'm with you on this one, i would've preferred sexy cowboys to sexy firemen too.

[queenofthefallenangels]

She’s Mine Part 5

Jon Moxley x Reader 

Rated: M

Chapter Summary: After weeks of dressing up you like a doll, Jon is sick of it. 

A/N: I am just going to say this and I will probably say it again. This is a work of fiction. Nothing I write reflects my views on Renee or their relationship. This is all for fun. Please no hate. 

Tags: @abadamn @hotyeehawman​

I was trapped. After the brutal attack on Jon, things became more clear. Don was ready to throw Jon and me under the bus in a matter of seconds. He was actively waiting for me to screw up enough just to do so. 

No one had to tell me that Don didn’t like me and it wasn’t for the cheating. He didn’t like me because I wasn’t the model perfect girlfriend for Kenny. So, I wasn’t stick thin, Kenny never cared. So, I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room, most of the time, Kenny would say I was anyway. He always made sure I knew I was beautiful and that those things didn’t matter to him. He loved me for who I was. 

At least so I thought. He seemed to like the new clothes that Don had picked out for me these last few weeks that I had been parading around with them. I went with them to Impact along with AEW. All of them wearing skin tight close that made me feel more obtuse than sexy. Kenny seemed to think I looked great in them. He really liked the one that he ended up destroying. It was red with lace around the stomach so you could see my skin. Once we were alone for the night, he ripped it off in minutes before fucking rentlessly in me. This was the first time we had sex in what felt like months and it felt entirly wrong. It wasn’t like having sex with Jon where it was so wrong that it made itself right. When Jon was rough, it felt amazing. Kenny on the other hand, it just wasn’t right. I didn’t want to say he was vanilla normally in bed, but compared to Jon he really was. It wasn’t a bad thing either. I don’t what made him try to be rougher with me that night, but the whole time all I could think about was Jon. How I wish he was the one who I was hovering over me, or the one who was taking me from behind. I pictured it the whole time I was with Kenny.  

I hadn’t spoken to Jon since the night Don had shown me the pictures. It was too risky. I didn’t know how Don had found out about Jon and I, but I wasn’t about to find out either. I missed Jon though. It was driving me crazy. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be. Then again, I never fully thought through the concisques of the actions. 

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“I need air,” I told Kenny as we began to walk back to the dressing room from the cafeteria. I hadn’t eaten at all. I hated going on stage with a full stomach especially since tonight we were going to see Jon. Kenny had yet to answer his question of a rematch. He was holding out on him. He said he wanted to see how many times he could embarrass Jon. 

His thing against Jon confused me. As far as I know, the only person who knows about the affair is Don. He has yet to tell Kenny and is just waiting for that perfect moment to spring it on him. So why is Kenny so hell-bent against Jon? He acted like the man had done something really dirty to Kenny and he didn’t even know what that was. 

He nodded at me, “Okay, just don’t stay too long. I need you out there with me.” He kissed the top of my head before leaving me to go back to his dressing room. 

I sighed as I began to walk out. I slipped on my heel on the way out twisting my ankle. I cussed softly under my breath as I fell to the ground. 

“Oh, look, Kenny’s favorite doll.” said a voice. The voice was deep and husky as it spoke. I turned to see who it belonged to. It was Jon. He was standing out there smoking another cigarette. “What, princess? Lost your prince?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” I shot back. I was rubbing my ankle as I spoke. “If you aren’t going to help me then could you please go smoke your cigarette somewhere else so I can get some clean air.”

“Why should I help you?” He spat. “It’s bad enough you dumped me, but now your little boy toy is out there beating my ass every week. Not that you care in your pretty new dresses.” 

“You think that I enjoy watching you get your ass beat every week? You think that I don’t want to stop it?” I couldn’t believe Jon would actually think that. I hated to see him hurt more than anything. If this is what they did before Kenny knew, I didn’t want to see what would happen when he finds out. He didn’t respond. He moved closer to me and inspected my ankle. 

“You should be fine. You didn’t sprain it or anything.” His fingers touching it lightly as he squatted down beside me. “Why do you wear these ridiculous shoes anyway?” 

I made a face, “Your wife wears these shoes.” I said taking my foot away from him. I did my best to ignore the slight tingle that came off his touch. “Besides, Kenny likes them.” He rolled his eyes at that statement. “Do you like them?” I simply shook my head looking down. “What I thought.” He said getting up from this squatting position. “Is this why you broke up with me, so you can play Vanna White for Kenny? If it is, that is absolute bullshit.” “Jon, it was an affair. We should have known it was going to end eventually. You have a wife and I have a boyfriend.” 

“My wife doesn’t love me and you know that. She never has.” He spat. I looked away from him. I didn’t know much about their relationship. Just the fact that she had cheated, other than that Jon kept things pretty silent about her. “Kenny doesn’t love you either. Not like I do at least.”

I glared at him, “Enough to leave your wife for me? You don’t love me. You love having sex with me because you can’t get it from anywhere else.” I spat. 

He chuckled darkly at my words, “You don’t think I can get it anywhere else? Oh, I got some news for you, princess.” He spat the word at me. I didn’t like the way he was calling me princess. He never called me princess before. It was like he was trying to piss me off. It was working. “I can get it from any girl I would want if I really wanted to.” 

“Then why don’t you?” I yelled. “Go find some whore and have her suck your dick!” I slowly stood up as I tried my best to balance. I didn’t stay up long and fell straight to the ground. 

Jon caught me before my face hit the ground. He shook his head as he lifted me to look at him. “When are you going to fucking get it? I just want you.” He said pulling me close. I was expecting him to kiss me. No, I wanted him to kiss me. I was dying for him to kiss me. I hadn’t felt his lips in weeks and I wanted them so badly, but I couldn’t have them. 

I looked away from him, “Jon, I can’t.” Tears sprinkled my eyes. “I can’t. Don knows about us. He  had pictures. Everything. He blackmailed me into doing all this. I hate it, you know I do. I don’t want to be center stage. I like the background and helping wrestlers with storylines. I haven’t been able to do that much with all of this. It sucks, Kenny treats me like a barbie doll and I can’t do shit about it because he’s already beating you like crazy. What is he going to do when he finds out?” Jon shook his head. “I can take care of it. I know some people.” “Who?” “Eddie Kingston. He worked with Don before he might know how to handle this blackmail.” He kissed my head softly. “But no matter what, we are going to fight this.”

[sharktoothedboys]

The Burning Questions

Just a little something I thought up while i was at work one day....

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You had always been a very inquisitive person, everyone knew this about you, but what they didn’t know was that you also had a filthy mind, but you usually kept the “adult” questions to yourself, especially when you were still in school, even more so now, you didn’t wanna be lumped in with Mineta as the creepy perv. 

Most questions you had these days were probably classed as a little pervy, but these days you also managed to keep 95% of all questions to yourself coming to conclusions by yourself and usually liking the outcome. 

Today it had been 10 years since you had all graduated from U.A and you were having your yearly meetup, at the usual place, usual time. You had kept in touch with most of your old classmates, but some you only saw this one time a year and maybe a few odd times you would run in to them through out the year so you treasured this night every time. Obviously you were still in touch with your childhood sweetheart/ now boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, and his friends had mostly stuck around, you saw Shoto quite a bit as you worked for Endeavour, and Jiro was your room mate, before you moved in with Katsuki, and she was your closest friend, the others you didn’t get to see nearly as much as you would have liked to. 

But this was great, everyone was here, drinks were flowing, dance battles were happening, food was in abundance and the laughter felt like it would never end. Until, it happened, a villain attack right on the venue your class had hired for the evening, smoke billowed in to the room and glass shattered all around you. Momo quickly created a bunch of eye goggles and masks to prevent inhalation of the gas, as it was uncertain if it was toxic or not. 

You all quickly switched in to hero mode, despite the elegant outfits you were all donning, right now all that mattered was to get this situation under control. 

“Shoto! Take Deku, Koda and Momo round back to check for any more villain activity! Kirishima, Mina, and Sato, check for casualties of staff and the public and get them all outside to safety immediately!” You began to automatically bark orders at people as Katsuki watched you from his spot at your side, a small smile gracing his lips. “ Everyone else be on high alert, ready to attack any moment.”

Everyone took their stance ready and waiting for what was to come next. Then you heard a sinister laugh as villains began to pile in through the broken windows and doors, You heard the explosion from the side of you as Katsuki jumped in to action, you felt the breeze zoom past you as Ingenium began to fight the guys barely able to make it inside. you smiled at how precise the class was now and joined in the fight, using Endeavours quirk to use hellfire against your attackers. 

The fight was finally winding down as most had been apprehended and the others choosing to flee, they attacked the wrong place. You called off your flames, and made your way over to where the majority of your old classmates had gathered, Katsuki spotting you and turning to face you with a smile. Just as he did he saw him, one last straggler of a scumbag, running towards you with all his might, he shot something from his finger tips, closely resembling a laser, and as Katsuki yelled to warn you it was to late, it hit you. But strangely you didn’t feel anything, you barely even realized you had been hit by anything. Katsuki blew the guy to hell for trying to hurt you and immediately turned back to you to ensure your safety.

“YN, Are you okay? did he hit you? Does it hurt anywhere?” He frantically asked as he examined you. 

“No, I am fine, I didn’t even feel it hit me, Maybe he didn’t have chance to activate his quirk fully when it hit me?” You replied, placing your hand on his chest to ensure his you were fine. 

“As long as you are ok Bear.” He said, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The two of you made your way over to the others, thats when you felt it, an overwhelming urge questions just ready to spill out of you, you usually held everything in, but the closer you got to people the more you needed to ask them your burning questions.

“Kirishima!!” You began, knowing what you were about to say, but with absolutely zero way of stopping yourself... oh god... “ When you use your quirk does your dick go super hard too?” You clasped your hands over your mouth, that question had been burning at your soul since class 1A! “Do you use it when you are having sex with someone?” 

“WOAH!!”  He yelled, his cheeks going slightly red, “What the hell YN!?” 

“Sero!! Do you use your tape in the bedroom, like a kinky sex rope?”  

All eyes were on your now, all mouths open and slow blinks happening all around you, not all your questions were rude!! Where were the people you had real questions for!! The team you had sent around the back all started to reappear. Wondering why everyone was staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Koda!!!” You practically screamed as you ran over to him, “Do you think you could have controlled principal Nezu with your quirk when we were in school? Did you ever try it? I think we should go and try it.” 

“Erm whats going on?” Shoto asked cautiously. 

“I am not sure, she was fine two minutes ago and then all the questions started.” Katsuki answered, his hand going to your head to check for a fever. 

“Oh your hands are warm, can we use your quirk later in bed.” 

His hand slapped over your mouth out of embarrassment for the both of you. Slight smiles making their way to the faces of everyone who heard. You escaped his grasp and ran back to the others, the questions just spilling from your mouth like verbal diarrhoea. 

“Momo! Do you know how to make your own sex toys? I bet that saves so much money! Could you make me one?”

“Hey Sato! What do those lips do?” 

“Shoto! Are all your hairs split down the middle, are your pubes red on the left and white on the right?” 

“Deku did you tell Ochaco that you’re in love with her yet?” 

“Denki!! Have you every accidentally electrocuted yourself when you masturbated? Did it feel nice?” 

“Mineta, why are you such a gross perv?” 

“Shoji!! Have you ever had like, an 8some?!! Because you literally could!!” 

Katsuki finally got a hold of you and stopped you from just going around people asking them embarrassing questions, then he heard the laughter coming from the other side of the room, It was him, the one who had hot you with a laser. 

“YOU!” Katsuki yelled and marched over to him after handing you over to Kirishima who was to afraid to loos at you in case you asked him another question. “What did you do to her?” 

“Its my quirk sweetheart” He said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “She is gonna keep asking people questions she’s always wanted to know the answers to until she passes out from talking to much.” He laughs and Katsuki looks at you, mouth still covered by Kirishimas hand, they had to just wait it out then? He nodded over at Kirishima, who slowly lets you go. 

“Kirishima!” You say again and he winces. “Your hands are way softer than they should be, what moisturiser do you use?” 

He sighed with relief and as he went to answer you you had already wandered off, getting your phone from your pocket and dialling someone’s number. 

“Tamaki!!” You yelled down the phone. “What happens if you eat Pussy?” Then you just hung up. Dialling another  number straight away. “Shindo! What else vibrates!?” Hanging up again. 

Katsuki was literally turning the colour of Kirishima’s hair as you made your way around the room again. More questions just flowing from you. Making a mental note to call those two and apologise for you later. 

“Toru!! Have you ever done anything scandalous in public because literally no one can see you!!” 

“Ojiro!!! Have you ever spanked someone with your tail?” 

“Tokoyami!! Do you use dark shadow in bed? And is it classed as a threesome if you do?” 

“Jiro!! Can you plug your ear jacks into another person and hear their thoughts?!” 

You were getting breathless from all the questions you were asking. But you had so many more to ask. 

“Tsu!! I mean surely you know that I really wanna know what that tongue does in the bedroom right??” 

“Mina! Are you as dirty as I imagined you are, I kinda thought you would be like a dominatrix or something!!” 

“Katsuki!!!” You yelled, turning around, slightly dizzy now but this question you really needed an answer to, you stomped over, your vision darkening a little. “Will you ma.....” Darkness, you passed out, it was finally over. 

Katsuki jumped forward to catch you as you fell. Where you just about to propose? Did he hear you right? 

“Is she going to be okay?” Shoto rushed over and asked him as he moved hair from your face, your breathing was fast paced and you were sweating and warm. 

“I think she should be fine after some rest.” He replies

“I’ll contact my father and explain what’s happened, tell her she doesn’t have to worry about coming in tomorrow.”

“Thank you” Katsuki looked at him, they may not have always seen eye to eye, but he appreciated how much Shoto cared for your well being at work and in every day life, At least Katsuki knew you were safe while on patrol with Shoto. 

“I am going to get her home and rested up, I am sorry guys for the questions she was asking, I am sure she will be mortified when she wakes up.”

“Don’t worry about Bakugo, remember when Mina got his with the truth ray? Yeah that was kinda worse.” Kaminari laughs out as Mina hits his arm. 

Katsuki picked you up bridal style and got you home as quick as humanly possible. He wanted you rested, but he also wanted an explanation for the almost proposal. 

The next day you woke up, You felt like you had been hit by a bus and your throat was sore, you tried to picture what had happened last night, then it hit you, all the questions you had asked! All you dark questions you had harboured for years, you asked them all!!! You buried your reddening face into the pillows and screamed in to them, the sound muffled, but not enough for Katsuki to not hear you. He came i to the room, a cup of tea in hand as he made his way over to the bed and placed it on your dresser for you. You felt the bed dip as he sat with you, his hand laying on the small of your back. 

“Please tell me it was all a bad dream!” You practically begged and he wished he had that news for you. 

“Sorry Bear, It happened.” He said as he felt you cringe under his touch. “But please don’t worry about it, everyone knew it wasn’t you talking and they have all taken it in their stride.” 

“Really?” You asked quietly, emerging from your blanket and pillow nest you had buried yourself in to. “I just hope i can face them all again the next time i see them.” 

Katsuki laughed at you, handing you your tea, he looked at you lovingly as you blew on the hot beverage, taking kitten sips while it was still to hot. 

“I have a question though.” He said, sweeping some stray hairs behind your ears, You looked up at him, your puppy dog eyes making him melt a little as you just stared at him, “Before you passed out I think you almost proposed to me.” 

Your eyes widened and looked down, away from his glare. Remembering that’s exactly what almost happened.

“Nooooo. I am sure you’re mistaken,” You said, almost a whisper, as you continued to drink your tea. 

“Nope, heard it loud and clear.” He said with a smile. “ But I am glad you didn’t”

Your face dropped, He didn’t wanna marry you, you knew it, that’s why its been 10 years without even a sniff of a ring. You looked defeated and he saw your eyes begin to glaze over. He put his large hands under your chin and tilted your head to look at him properly. 

“I am glad you didn’t, because its my job to propose to you YN.” 

Your eyes shot up to look at him properly as his lips met yours in the sweetest of kisses, you felt him lean over during the kiss and grab something from his bed side table. He broke free of the kiss and there in his hands with a small red velvet box, He flicked it open and there sat the most beautiful princess cut diamond platinum ring you had ever seen, perfect and simple, just how you had always imagined. 

“Marry me? Dumbass. I love you so much, you and all your questions.” You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes fill with tears. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, Please be mine, forever.” 

“I was always yours Katsuki.” You sobbed out as the tears broke free of your eyes and cascaded down your face.

“Is that a yes?” He asked.

“A million times yes.” You cried and threw yourself in to his embrace, tightly holding him as close to yourself as you could. The feeling of his butterfly kisses on your shoulder and neck as he squeezed you back. This was perfect. You thought to yourself. Just Perfect. 

He slipped the ring on your finger when you finally parted, and planted a slightly soggy kiss on your lips, soggy from a mixture of both your tears. 

“Lets go get breakfast.” He says, kissing your nose.

“Oh what’s for breakfast?” You ask. 

“Enough questions Babygirl, Oh and in answer to what you asked kirishima last night, he text me the answer this morning.” He smirks as he leaves the room. 

“Really!! What did he say?” You ask, quickly finding your feet and running to catch up to him. “I really wanna know that answer to that one!!” You begged as you caught up to him. 

“What do i get in returnm for telling you? Do i get to use my quirk in the bedroom?” 

You heated up, he could have cooked breakfast on your cheeks you were that hot. 

“I am kidding babygirl....unless....?”

“Tell me what he said and we’ll see!” You answer him, catching him off guard. 

“Yes, the hardness is all over, and yes he uses it on women all the time, happy now?”

“So happy!!” You yell in excitement. “Lets go make pancakes. Its a special occasion after all.”

You walk off in front of him as he smiles at your figure, not quite knowing if it was a special occasion because you were finally getting married, or if because you finally had your answer about Kirishima. Either way, he couldn’t be happier to have you by his side forever and always. 

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Hope you guys enjoyed this!! Just a little fluffy fluff before i come along with chapter 2 of Lips of an angel and break all your hearts....

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[just-some-gt-trash]

1.- Horns/Halo

First day of my October prompt list! Did I almost didn’t make it, maybe. But here it is!

Pairings: Carrot Kings (Thomas x Nico)

Summary: An angel and a devil get casually assigned to fix/ruin the same situation on Earth. Now they have to deal with each other getting in the middle of their work.

Warnings: Mentions of death, heaven and hell. Injuries. Blood. Cursing. Mentions of past crimes. Reverse!Thomas(? (Or at least waaay ooc)

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It was an easy task. Look after the human and make sure they don't violate their conditional release. Easy, he’s done it plenty of times before. Of course it was a lot harder when you had a devil constantly erasing your process.

Nico groaned and let his papers fall to the ground, turning into feathers and disappearing in thin air. Every plan he had tried failed and he was running out of ideas. “Stupid devil"

“Having a creative block bird?”

Nico looked behind him to see the stupid devil in cuestion floating behind him, Thomas. “For the last time, I’m not a bird” he rolled his eyes.

Thomas shrugged “you have wings, your wings have feathers, and you’re probably a product of the government used to spy on mortals”

“Oh please, you know all politicians will end in your department” Nico stood up from the bench he was sitting on and started to float away.

Thomas nodded and floated behind him. “I know! It’s really fun to torture them” he chuckled.

“Why are you following me?” Nico didn’t turn to look at him. “Don’t you have enough with messing up this person’s life?”

“I’m doing my job! Just like you!” Thomas hurried to float in front of Nico. “Look, is it my fault this human is a piece of shit and ended at jail in the first place?”

Nico stopped and crossed his arms “No, but they want to be better, and you are getting in the middle of that!”

Thomas smirked “I thought angels couldn’t yell at people”.

“Do you think we could survive without yelling at annoying devils like you?”

“Point taken”

Nico sighed “now, if you excuse me.” He pushed Thomas aside and started flying away. He needed to work on a new plan ASAP. Suggestive language and actions.

It has been almost a year and the human hasn’t had any improvement. The angel on the shoulder wasn’t working anymore and Nico had to go to his superiors to ask if he could go to the extreme and befriend them as a human. Luckily, due to the circumstances, he was allowed to.

So here he was, in a coffee shop in a human body. It felt so weird and he was still getting used to being mortal, but he had no time to lose.

A dark cloud appeared on his shoulder and materialized on the devil he got to know a little too well for the past year. “Well well, what do we have here?”

Nico took a deep breath and decided to ignore Thomas. He didn’t need any other humans thinking he was crazy for talking with nothing.

“Awwwe, nothing? I thought you would be more excited about this whole thing.” Thomas stood up and floated to the top of the table. “You’re a human! You get to enjoy all their trash! Like uh, cold soup! Or public transportation!” He floated closer to Nico’s face “It’s exciting”

Nico huffed “sounds like you’re the one who wants to be human” he whispered.

Thomas smiled, his fangs showing up “Are you kidding! Of course I do! There’s so much stuff I never get to try. Besides, the only people I ever get to bother are those I’m assigned to. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to punch an ashole on the face and I can’t?”

Nico let out a soft laugh and then looked away with a slight blush. He shook his hand as if he was brushing off a fly, which it felt like he was. “Well I don’t see the appeal”.

Thomas yelped and dodged Nico’s hand “that because you don’t live in literal hell. You pesky angels get to go anywhere you like and do anything you want.” He crossed his arms and moved his tail around. “The only thing we do is push people into lava or rip off their dick, it gets boring”

Nico glanced at Thomas. Was he actually pitying the devil? That was ridiculous. He's a devil! And he’s been sabotaging his work for the past year. He was just talking about torturing people for eternity and he felt bad for him? It didn’t make sense.

Thomas kept rambling about the amazing stuff humans had. “Oh! And the best part?” He grew to human size and sat on Nico’s lap, wrapping his legs around his torso.

Nico blushed darkly “w-what are you?”

“Humans get to have all kinds of fun~” Thomas bit his lip, enjoying the look on the angel's face.

“O-okay enough!” Nico pushed Thomas aside and stood up, accidentally bumping against another human. He could feel a few drops of hot coffee on his back, which could only mean the rest of it was spilled on the human’s chest. Nico was quick to turn around. “I’m so sorry! I uh” He looked around and grabbed some napkins from his table to start cleaning the human's shirt.

The human groaned annoyed and pushed Nico aside. “Stop, stop. You're only making it worse” They just rolled their eyes at the angel and walked away.

Nico sighed and sat back down. Bothering a human was already bad enough, but this was the human. He hadn't even noticed when he walked in! Nico glared at Thomas. “See what you did?”

Thomas smirked “My dear Nico, that was always the plan.” He winked at the angel before disappearing in a black cloud.

Nico slammed his head against the table once the devil was gone. He groaned, this plan couldn't work if the human hated him! Back to the drawing board it was.

“Thanks again for inviting me” Nico went out of the apartment and looked back at the human that was now his friend.

“Of course Nico. It's always a pleasure to have you over. See you tomorrow for our coffee?”

Nico nodded with a smile “See you tomorrow” he waved at them and started to walk away. Another year has passed and he was actually getting some improvement. He was friends with the human! They hung out a lot and his influence was improving their behavior.

Nico walked out of the building and towards the bus station. He had a small apartment that was assigned to him when he first became mortal but still didn't know how to drive, or had enough money for a car. Public transportation wasn't the best but it was better than walking.

He could hear someone walking behind him. It was late at night so not many people were outside. But this person was following him. God, he didn't want to deal with an assault right now.

Nico noticed the bus had just arrived at his station so he hurried to it, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. That’s it, he didn’t care if he was an angel or whatever. Nico turned around and punched the person behind him.

Thomas groaned and let go of Nico. He coughed and spit out his tooth “Woah. If you wanted me to taste blood you could have bought me an ice cream.” The devil rubbed his chin, “and right on the spot! Yeez Nic, I didn’t think angels were so good at hitting people.”

Nico’s eyes went wide when he saw Thomas. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” He got closer to inspect Thomas’ mouth but stopped, “wait, why am I apologizing?”

“Because you’re literally a saint”

“Shus” Nico groaned. “What were you thinking?! You can’t just follow someone like that!” At least no one was around to judge him as he yelled at nothing. Now he had a bleeding devil with a missing tooth. Wait bleeding? “Why do you have blood?”

Thomas smirked and chuckled “Let me tell you it tastes way better raw like this.” He cleaned the blood dripping from his mouth and licked his finger. “Mortals are so weird”

Nico froze “you didn’t”

“I did~” Thomas laughed “And it’s amazing! I couldn’t let you have all the fun!”

If he could, Nico would be having smoke coming out of his ears “You literally stole my strategy!”

Thomas shrugged “Duh. I’m a devil, we do those stuff. You should be surprised it took me this long”.

“You know what? No, I can’t deal with this right now. I’ve had a long day and this wonderful human body of mine is exhausted” Nic turned around and started to walk away.

“Your loss Nic-a-dick! I’m going to take the bus on the other side of the road so I take the wrong bus and I have to get another one back!” Thomas started to walk across the street.

Nico huffed “right, because that sounds just lov-“ he turned around to look at the devil and noticed a car was driving right to him. Thomas was too distracted rambling about gross seats to notice. Nico didn’t have to think twice before he ran towards him, “Thomas!”, and pushed him out of the way.

Thomas huffed as he fell to the ground, scraping his face with the cement. He was about to throw some snarky comment at Nico, but he felt like his newly acquired heart had stopped. Thomas didn’t get hit by the car, but Nico did. “No, no, no, no!”

Nico couldn’t even process what was going on, it had all been so quick. He just felt pain, and could barely hear Thoms’ voice in the distance.

Then, a wave of a warm feeling flooded his body. Despite having lived in heaven all his life, he had never felt anything like this. It was so peaceful and he felt like every single part of his body was glowing. He didn’t want to stop feeling like this. He needed to know why he felt like this. So he opened his eyes.

Thomas held Nico’s face as he tried to do the CPR thing they always did at movies. He broke apart from Nico’s lips, “come on. Please, this has to work. You can’t die on me!”

Nico reached towards the blurry figure in front of him “I-I’m here…"

Thomas felt like he was going to cry “You asshole!” He grabbed Nico’s hand, “don’t you ever scare me like that again!”

Nico let out a half chuckle, half cough. “You… care a-about me?”

“And I will negate it if you repeat it” Thomas used Nico’s hand to clean his tears “but I suppose I do”

He didn’t understand why, but the only thing Nico thought of doing was cupping Thomas’ cheek and trap him in a kiss. So he did it. That warm feeling returned to his body as he did.

Thomas’ eyes went wide, but he didn’t push away. He has been wanting to do this for a long time now, though he would never admit it.

The clouds on the dark sky opened to let a streak of light shine through right over them, making the rest of the world stop.

Nico pulled away “I think we’re in trouble” he chuckled a bit.

Thomas chuckled as well “I don’t care. Breaking rules is what I do, remember?” And that was the only warning Nico got before getting another kiss from the devil.

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask...

BaTube video titled "The Blood Son's Vlog #352": *buffering*

Damian (with a BatPro camera strapped to his forehead, giving first-person POV): *muffled sounds, lens zooming in and out*

Damian: *camera shakes slightly as he walks around* Hello. I'm Damian Wayne, the Blood Son. I'm here at Stately Wayne Manor. Forgive me if I haven't been posting videos as of late. I've been very busy -- *Duke's voice in the background: "I can't tonight, Jefferson. It's family patrol night with the Bats. Yup, Cass's coming with us. We're gonna kick some criminal bu--*" *clears throat loudly* Ignore that. 

[CUT]

Damian: So, I received a question from *scrolling through Tumblr* " @dangerous-doodle​ " asking me how many pets I really have. Let me commend you for the excellent question. Many of my fans think they know all of my pets, but today I will finally reveal the truth. Allow me to show you.

[CUT]

Damian: *opens the door to his room and gestures to the cat on his king-sized bed* Alfred.

Alfred: *kneading the comforter, then suddenly claws violently at the camera* 

[CUT]

Damian: *reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks into the front parlor* Ace and Titus.

Ace: *playfully chewing Titus' ear* Rowrrrrr...

Titus: *pins Ace to the floor* Ruff! Ruff ruff!

Damian: *gives them a thumbs up* They say hi.

[CUT]

Damian: *enters the playroom and dodges a tennis ball* -Tt-

Jon: *waves to the camera* Hey, guys!

Damian: As always, my colleague Jon --

Jon: *makes a disgusted face* Colleague? Don't you mean Super Best Bud?

Damian: *watching Jon and Krypto play catch while flying*

Damian: *in a low voice* It pains me to break the kid's heart, but Krypto actually likes me more --

Jon: *catching the ball before it goes through a Wayne family portrait* Super hearing, remember? 

[CUT]

Damian: *sitting cross-legged on a mound of hay, with Jerry the Turkey nestled in between his legs and Bat-Cow's head resting on his thigh*

Damian: *caressing them* Can you keep a secret? This is where I hang out when I want to get away from everyone else in the Manor. To be alone. With Jerry and Bat-Cow, of course. Father built this barn for me, but I’ve put a passcode so that no one else can --

Bat-Cow: *farts*

Damian: *gasping for air*

[CUT]

Damian: *heads to the pool area* Over there, you’ll see my duck, Drake. He's quite the swimmer.

Tim: *splashing water onto the camera* Get away, Brat!

Steph: *watching from a pool chair, cackling* He's not wrong, though!

[CUT]

Camera: *shows the automated garage door slowly opening*

Damian: *whispers* I knew it’d be here...

Damian: Meet my fire-breathing dragon, Todd.

Jason: *lights up a cigarette, takes a drag, then blows smoke at the camera* Sup?

Damian: *coughs* Incredibly, incredibly *coughs* rude. I wonder why Father still chooses to keep him.

[CUT]

Camera: *violent shaking, sounds of a struggle, red everywhere*

Damian: Sit! I said SIT!

Damian: *wipes sweat off his forehead, then stands up and moves away to show the entirety of a sulking Goliath*

Damian: And here *panting* is my sweet, sweet *glares at Goliath* baby. If you thought he were to be feared, then you'd be right. *wipes his eyes tiredly and snuggles up against Goliath* He sure is *yawns* cuddly, though... *light snoring*

Camera: *focused on Goliath's nose, causing the lens to fog up with every breath* 

[CUT]

Damian: *enters a cave, with hay and red fur all over his clothes* Is he here?

Barbara: *not looking up from her laptop* Are you doing one of your vlogs again?

Damian: -Tt- Yes! Now, where is he?

Barbara: *smirking* Why do you wanna know? And why do you sound nervous?

Damian: *scoffs* I'm not nervo--

Dick: *lifts Damian from behind, then turns the teenager to face his belly for a tight hug*

Camera: *smooshing, pitch-black*

Dick: *muffled* Gotchaaaa!

Damian: *muffled* G-graysooon, gerofff meee --

Dick: *loosens his hold* 

Damian: *sprints away*

Dick: Hey, where're you going, Little D?

Damian: *stopping to catch his breath* That was... *exhales slowly* the Hug Monster. An awfully impulsive and aggressive pet.

[CUT]

Camera [second-person POV]: *Damian emptying cans of gourmet pet food into different bowls handed to him by Alfred the Butler*

Damian: And there you have it. My home is crawling with pets. Some are harder to care for than others, but perhaps that’s for another time. Thanks for watching. This is The Blood Son, signing off --

Jason: *pushes one of the bowls off the counter*

Damian: TOOODDD!

Jason: *running away* What? That was my share!

[CUT]

[sgt-morgan]

Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

——————————————————————————

All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

[gingrrfrog]

be my baby

nanny!jeno

warnings: recreational drug use (weed)  

a/n: I wrote this a long time ago and it never came to fruition all the way! maybe I’ll play around with the idea, but I either need to come up with a new oc or practice writing in second person more lol 

Lee Jeno stared at the floor in front of him, laying on his stomach as he desperately tried to find a way to cool down. In less words, Jeno was broke, barely 30,000 won to his name that he would have to pay his credit card bill tomorrow. He wanted to cry in all honesty, and he didn’t think that his major would be taken this much money out of his bank account.

Being a college senior should be full of lasting memories with your friends, kissing the last bit of independent freedom you had left goodbye before you clock in to your 9-5 job for the rest of your days. But, for Jeno, an early education major, he found that he couldn’t delve in that privilege. He was busy driving around to get the last of his volunteering hours and the same with his student teaching hours, writing down mock lesson plans until he memorized nearly every single cartoon character in the world to make him relevant. He lived a stark different life from that of his roommate, Jaemin and Renjun, both majoring in some form of business.

Lucky bastards. All either of them needed for a job after this was a quick call from Jaemin’s dad and they would be interns with job security in no time.

But for Jeno, it would come more difficultly, straining his eyes every morning at 6 am to greet his students at 7 am with a grin and hugs for each. It’s not that Jeno didn’t love his job, it’s just that he wished he had more time for himself.

Jeno heard feet padding around the apartment, looking up at Jaemin as the latter raise an eyebrow popsicle in his mouth as he threw the rest of the popsicles on Jeno’s bareback. Jeno hissed at the sudden temperature change, but stood up and took one for himself, relieved at the cool melon taste.

“What’s with you?” Jaemin asked, looking in the fridge. “You never lay naked on the floor with a stupid look on your face unless something is wrong.”

“I would enjoy some sympathy.” Jeno grumbled, chewing down on the popsicle and watching Jaemin smirk.

“I am giving you sympathy. If you want me to feel bad with you, you should have said empathy. I thought that’s what all you education majors practice.”

“It is something we practice. The only thing business majors practice is their cocaine snorting.”

“I’ve never been a man for fine powder,” Jaemin hummed to himself. The same man walked over to the couch, sitting on the sticky leather and watching his best friend grumble, “what’s with you? Seriously?”

“I have 30,000 won in my bank account.”

“Alright! That’s 20,000 more than I thought you had!” 

“And my credit card bill is due tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Jaemin pressed his lips together, “never mind.” 

“I’m...”Jeno took a deep breath. “Can I vent?” 

Jaemin nodded, “let it out.”

“I’m fucking exhausted, I don’t get paid enough or I don’t get paid at all. I love my kids. I love my students more than I can understand but holy shit, it is driving me up a goddamn wall that I have to spend most of my money on my maxed out credit card.”

“Get a job.”

Jeno shook his head, “I don’t have time for another part time job.”

“Then quit and get a full time.”

Jeno sat up, glaring at his friend, “where am I supposed to find the time for a full time job, Jaemin?”

“I’m only offering you options, Jeno. I get it, you’re stressed out. Just get rid of your one part time job and work on your days off for the full time.”

Jeno grimaced, he knew that it was an option but he wasn’t ready to give up his days off though. But, his only pair of teacher slacks had a hole in them, and he needed new ones. “What if I drop out?”

Jaemin shook his head, “you’re almost done, Jen. You only have this semester.”

Jeno took a deep breath, looking at his hands and hating himself for what he was about to ask next, “do...you want to smoke?”

Jaemin pursed his lips, “I always want to smoke. What about you? Don’t you get drug tested every week?”

Jeno shook his head, “six months. I just took mine yesterday.”

Jeno watched as Jaemin grounded up green herbs with their grinder, feeling particularly downer than usual as he watched Jaemin roll. This was his last bit of weed and Renjun stopped selling a month ago, losing his friend discount. Jaemin lit up the dark roll in his hands and took a deep breath, sighing out sour smoke before handing it to his friend. Jeno took the blunt in his hands and inhaled next, breathing out to breathe in again, scratching at his head as he rested his head on the balcony. Jaemin offered him a pat on the shoulder, mainly to ask for the blunt back but to also offer some comfort to his friend.

“Hey, Jeno,” Jaemin bit his lip. “My dad was talking about one of his bosses needing a babysitter. Do you want me to ask him about it?”

“Which one of his bosses?”

Jaemin shrugged, “probably the department chief. I think he mentioned he needed a babysitter because his wife left, or something.”

“Is he paying well?”

“I would hope so. You would think department chief would pay well.”

Jeno sighed, “ask your dad for his number. I’m not really in the position to deny anything.”

“This’ll all be over, Jeno, just watch.” Jaemin reassured, grabbing Jeno’s still bare shoulders and shaking his body, “you’ve got this! You’re Lee Jeno! You’re going to make more money than us one day?”

“As a kindergarten teacher?” Jeno snorted, slapping his hand away, “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better but now you’re just being a dick.”

“Is that Underwater Rose I smell?” A voice came from inside the apartment, Renjun appearing with a grin and taking the blunt in his hands. Jeno shoved the smaller man and narrowed his eyes.

“Fuck off. You hog it.”

“I do not. I didn’t even know you still had this,” Renjun said, taking a hit after Jeno allowed him too. “Oh man, I miss this one.”

“Well don’t, because it’s all I have left.”

“You know I still have the employee discount, I can get this for dirt cheap.”

“I don’t want anything that you get for dirt cheap,” Jaemin made a face of disgust, “your version of dirt cheap is just the seeds and branches, you dick.”

“That’s the best part!”

“You’re insane!” Jaemin yelled, snatching it out of Renjun’s hands, “go smoke your seed, make sure Xuxi didn’t mix his own in it, you whore.” 

“Who told you about that?!”

“You’ve limped for the past two days after you came home from his house, it doesn’t take a detective, Whore-lock.”

“Stop calling me that!”

Jaemin snickered as he held the blunt above Renjun’s head, grinning down at the shorter man as Jeno excused himself. He sighed and walked over to his room, feeling his legs swaying back and forth as he fell in bed, his eyes closing and falling asleep.

When he woke up again, Jeno felt a bit bitter that he wasted most, if not all, his high on his nap, still feeling the weightlessness in his fingertips, he walked over to the kitchen to snack on some food, Renjun and Jaemin sat on the couch. It seemed that they smoked more while he was gone, Jaemin completely fried while Renjun sleeping next to him. Jaemin tilted his head to the side, looking at Jeno with a smile.

“Can you pass me another popsicle?”

Jeno snorted, “no. Did you finish my blunt.”

“I saved you some. I didn’t want to smoke it all,” Jaemin whined, “pass me one, Jen. Don’t be a dick.”

Jeno tossed the last popsicle on Jaemin’s lap, the latter cheering as he slowly unwrapped the package.

“I called my dad,” Jaemin mumbled, chomping a piece of the ice bar. “He gave me the lady’s information.”

“You said it was a guy.”

“Nah, it’s a chick. Maybe I heard wrong,” Jaemin shrugged. “My dad said he would call you, he tried to give me the number but...y’know.”

Jeno snorted, “yeah, I know, don’t worry. Do you want dinner?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, I want dinner.”

“You’re paying.”

Jaemin reached in his pocket and threw his wallet in the direction of his friend, Jeno hastily catching it and picking one of his cards from his vast collection. Jeno sighed in jealousy.

“You can take money if you want Jen,” Jaemin said. “My dad is always giving me guilt money for being an absent father. Take whatever you want.”

Jeno shook his head, “I’m not doing that to you, Jaem. You’re fried-- it’s not consensual.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “you’re taking money from my wallet. you’re not going to fuck me.”

 Jaemin’s eyes brightened, “unless-?”

“I’m taking fifty.”

“That’s my boy.”

Jeno woke up at 4:45am the next morning, his head spinning as he yawned, turning off his alarm before moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After his shower and brushing his teeth, he practiced smiling in the mirror, enough to make sure his students didn’t know he was sad or tired. Finally happy, he smeared on whatever skincare he had left before throwing on a dress shirt and his black pants, coloring with black sharpie the tiny hole before slipping on his dress shoes next.

It’s a wonder how Jeno afforded a car, the same way it’s a wonder how he forgot his tank was empty. He groaned and hit his head over the top of the steering wheel, getting out and opting for public transportation once again. The bus stopped at least a block away from the elementary school, walking at a comfortable pace as it wasn’t as warm in the morning as it was in the afternoon. He greeted the secretary upon entering, smiling before taking off his shoes and putting on his other school shoes, walking up to the classroom to see a few students inside already.

“Mr. Lee!” Jisung cheered, running over to his favorite teacher and giving him a hug, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Jisung!” He smiled, ruffling his hair, “you’re here early.”

“Mommy had a doctor’s appointment. Mr. Lee did you know I’m going to be a big brother?”

“I didn’t know that! That’s exciting!”

“Jisung, you still haven’t finished practicing your name!” Yeeun called from the back, ushering him back to his seat as she gave Jeno a smile. “Hey, good morning.”

“Good morning, I’m not late, am I?” Yeeun smiled and shook her head, “you’re fine. You don’t have to come in this early, Jeno.” “I like to come in early. It’s a bad habit, really.”

Yeeun laughed, but before she could reply, another student made her entrance, greeting her as she helped her switch into her shoes. Jeno took a seat next to Jisung, watching him trace his name a few more times as students made their entrance. Soon, after about thirty

minutes, the class of seventeen was completed as Jeno sat in the back with his tiny friends as Yeeun continued with morning announcements.

Jeno helped with math class as well as science, but during lunch, he couldn’t find himself to be hungry, instead opting for a small snack as he watched his students chew and ask him questions about his day.

“Mr. Lee, what did you do yesterday?”

“I had popsicles with my friends,” Jeno smiled, “what about you? What did you do?” 

“Jisung came over to my house yesterday! We looked for beetles!”

“Beetles?! Did you find any?”

“We found two! Mr. Lee, do you like beetles?”

Jeno scrunched his nose up and shook his head, “nope. I think they’re scary.”

After lunch came a nap, setting up different blankets as all seventeen students took their time sleeping. Jeno had to lay next to a few students to help him sleep, but once they did, he stood up carefully, letting out a tired breath before looking up at Yeeun with a smile.

“Aren’t you going to have lunch?” She asked, watching as Jeno shook his head.

“I wasn’t too hungry for what they were serving today. Maybe that’s me being picky, so I had some peanuts.”

“I don’t think I’m going to finish my sandwich, do you want the other half?”

Jeno quickly shook his hands, “I couldn’t take your lunch! I’ll get something after this, I promise!”

“It’s not a big deal, Jeno. Take it.” Yeeun handed him the plastic case of the untouched sandwich. Jeno bit his lip, his stomach opting to betray him right at that moment. He frowned when it growled, looking up at Yeeun who laughed.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Jeno gave a shy smile, “Thanks.” “How is your senior year going?”

Jeno shrugged, “it’s going okay. It’s kind of a headache, if you ask me, with assignments and stuff. But I like coming here, it reminds me what the assignments are for.”

“Senior year was rough for me too,” Yeeun sighed, “I think I almost dropped out my senior year.”

Jeno laughed, covering his mouth so that breadcrumbs didn’t fall out, “I said that yesterday.”

The two shared a laugh as they Jeno continued to chew quietly. He wanted to kick himself for being so awkward—he couldn’t remember the last time he talked to a girl, much less one like Yeeun. Maybe, if there was a chance and Jeno had more money, he would take her out for dinner.

“Do you have any plans for this weekend?” She asked him, sending Jeno’s heart into overdrive. She couldn’t ask him out now, he was still broke.

“Probably...catch up on some assignments.” Jeno swallowed, “what about you?”

“Grading, probably,” she snorted, “my boyfriend is a teacher at the high school down the road, so I help him sometimes.”

Jeno’s heart fell. Of course. He would be better off trying to find a girlfriend at a club at this rate, “oh. I mean, it’s a good to have someone who knows what you’re going through.”

“It helps a lot,” she smiled. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Jeno let out a sad laugh, “I don’t really have the time for one.”

That and Jeno was awful with talking to women. Bumbling, tongue twisting, hand sweating awful. It’s a wonder how he managed to talked to Yeeun so successfully, even though success is subjective and any one else would have thought Jeno was an idiot by the way he spoke.

“I think you’re a really nice guy, it can’t be that hard to find someone who would like you.” Yeeun reassured.

“You would be surprised,” he mumbled, picking at the sandwich crust. 

“Huh?”

“What?” Jeno cleared his throat, breathing a sigh of relief when his phone vibrated in his pants. He looked at the unfamiliar number and looked up at Yeeun quickly, “sorry, do you mind if I take this real quick?”

“No, go ahead! The kids still have fifteen minutes left on their nap.”

Jeno thanked her quietly before he stepped outside, answering the unknown caller, “hello?”

“Jeno? It’s me, Jaemin’s dad.”

“Oh. Hello, sir. Do you need me to tell Jaemin to call you again?”

“Ah—not this time. I wanted to talk to you about my boss who needed a babysitter.”

“Oh! I forgot about that, sorry.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck, “sure.”

“She said she would like to see you on Monday. I really tried to sell you to her, I told her you had a lot of experience in child-rearing.”

Jeno appreciated the sentiment, but he would’ve preferred to talk about his own strengths instead of trying to go with the lies Jaemin’s father mentioned, “that’s...thank you. So much.”

“Be at the building at 4:30, if you can make it. She’s kind of strict, my boss, but she’s a real nice girl, I assure you.”

“Of course. It means everything to me that you went that far.”

“Anything for the boy who takes care of Jaeminie!” Jaemin’s father paused, “speaking of which...is he doing alright? He’s not going hungry is he? Is he eating? Is he going to church?”

“Um...” Jeno looked around, “...yeah...He goes every Sunday.”

“Has he met any of the girls in the congregation yet? I’ve tried to introduce some to him but he’s just so stubborn and I—“

“Mr. Na, I really, really, really appreciate you getting me that job interview. But, I’m actually in class right now and I can’t really talk as freely.”

“Silly me, I’m so sorry. Don’t be a stranger, Jeno! You know my number.” 

“Yes, sir. I’ll let Jaemin know to call you.”

“Thank you, Jeno. I hope to see you around.”

Jeno hung up with a deep breath, shaking embarrassment off his bones before reentering the classroom, Yeeun holding one of the students in her arms to help him go back to sleep.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Everything is fine, it was just about a job interview.”

“Where are you headed?”

“My friend’s dad’s boss needs a sitter, so I agreed to help.” 

“Desperate, huh?”

Jeno smiled, shaking his head, “you have no idea.”

[narcis-the-monk]

FC5 GFH Tag

tagged by @chyrstis​ thank you soooooooo much!!!!!!!! This was a hell of a lot of fun, and I’m going to eventually do my other deputy as well. I went with Val the first time because I’ve been writing her for a minute now. ^^;; But this honestly helped me figure her out a little more, so thank you again <3

Deputy Valya Vitale

With Fangs for Hire:

     • Boomer: “Hey boy, you’re being a real good dog. I’m sure your folks know that.” / *patting her legs* “Who’s the best boy? Who’s the best dog that rips out peggie throats? That’s right!” *sound of laughter* “It’s you!” / “I fuckin’ love this dog.”      • Peaches: “Never been a cat person, but I’ll make an exception for you.” / “You think catnip works on cougars? I’m looking for some every place we check now.” / “Yes ma’am. You will absolutely get that treat I have for you when we stop next. I know you smell it.”      • Cheeseburger: “This is the best fuckin’ day of my life. I’m fighting with a bear. I think we’ll win.” / “I never knew what I needed in life was to pet a big ol’ grizzly bear. I mean, I’ve been hugged by bears before. Just not this kind. And I love it just as much, if not more.” / “Next time we stop to fish, I’m catching you so much food. Just for being you.”

With other Guns for Hire: Sharky      • “Hey Shark, remember when we got trashed down by the river? Pretty sure this is the spot. Cause I remember you puking there. And there. And me over there. And that’s where I lost my shoe. Hey! There’s my shoe! Small mysteries are solved each day.”      • “Hey buddy, how about if the enemy is say…whatever you’d rank a 3 out of 5 or higher…we don’t set it on fire?”      • “You won’t hear me say this one a lot, so appreciate it. But you were right. Fire was the answer.”      • “You are an absolute mad man and I love the shit out of you, but I need to fight upwind of you from now on. Smoke in my eyes and throat when I’m trying to scream in the face of some asshole that punched me in the tit isn’t what I’d call fantastic. Your aim is so much better now though.”

Grace      • “I’ll give you 20 bucks and my last good beer if you can shoot three peggies in the dick at the next outpost.” *when she’s met with silence* “Guessin’ that’s a no, then.”      • “You have the patience of a saint. I can’t wait even 30 seconds to let my food cool, let alone wait for some asshole to walk out from behind a pole. Fuckin’ amazin’.”

Hurk      • “Watch where you point that thing! And stop laughing, you know I’m not talking about your dick. That’s not an actual threat and we both know it.” *eventually starts laughing with him*      • “I ever tell you how much I love your stories? I never know how they’ll end. I love a good plot twist.”      • “Remember when you, me, and Shark got that moose drunk and we all spent the night in a tree? I’m pretty sure that moose remembers us. He is not a fan.”

Adelaide      • “You keep wonderin’ how they fuck—and that is a point of interest we can revisit later—but I’m wonderin’ how they do every day shit. Like, Jacob’s—does he hunt or does he fish? If he prefers hunting, that tells me big facts about him. They’re both about sittin’ and waiting, right? Schemin’ the right moment to move. One just makes you feel like a big boy, cause you get to hold a gun.  Hey, look at that. This time I left you speechless.”      • “Been considerin’ this for a minute, and if anyone ever asks I’ll deny it up and down and throw you under the bus all in one but…fuck Faith, marry Jacob, and kill Joseph. Last one was hard as fuck.”      • “I need you to just…stop talking for a while. Let’s say 30 minutes. 30 minutes of silence so my brain can finish bleaching itself. Thanks.”

Nick      • “You’re lucky you’ve got guns on that thing, or I’d be giving you a lot more shit about never putting your feet on the ground. I got literally nothin’ else to pick on you with that’s fair.”      • “So how different are planes from cars on a scale of one to ten? I’m just figurin’ out if some shit went wrong and you aren’t near…how fucked are we? Things to think about.”      • “You know, never really liked flyin’. My head’s in the clouds too much for my feet to be too. But I gotta say…you are damn good at it. Almost makes me wanna try. Almost.”

Jess      • “I mean, sure, its satisfying to line up the perfect shot from a mile away and nail it. I’ve been hunting, Jess. I’m just saying, for me personally, I’m a bigger fan of an oar or a baseball bat to the face when I can get it. Makes it personal, and all of this is very fuckin’ personal now.”      • “Look, I don’t like talkin’ about my feelings either, so I’m just gonna hug you.” *stalls after getting the evil eye but hugs quickly* “You are two feet tall and maybe ninety pounds. Like I’m scared of you this close up.”      • “If you were a part of breakfast, you’d be the coffee Jess. Dark and harsh, but great for a wakeup call.”

In Combat      • Seeing an enemy: “I’m on ‘em like flies on shit.” / “You got that one?”      • Sneaking: *mumbled string of ‘fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’ whenever she moves a long distance* / “Man, fuck this sneaking shit right in the skull.”      • Killing an enemy: “Boo-fuckin-YAH bitch!” / *if you make your shot* “Hellyeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”      • Reviving: “Nope. Not today. Gotta keep you on your feet.” / “Get the fuck up, it’s not the time for a lie down!”      • Hurt: “Well fuck me sideways. I’m alright, keep moving.” / “That’s definitely leavin’ a mark!” / “Oh go fuck yourself!”      • Downed: “Just need a minute here.” / “I think I need a hand up here!” / “Keep goin’, don’t waste time if you don’t got it.” Driving      • If asked to drive: “This may be the best decision you’ve made all day. Buckle up tight.” / “Alright, but seatbelts on or we don’t go anywhere at all.”      • Driving recklessly: “See, this is why I insist on seatbelts!” / “Slow the fuck down or you’ll fuck this car up! I ain’t seen another available ride in a minute!”      • Changing radio stations: “Will you settle on something? Oh, sorry, forgot where I was. Thought everything was normal and Shark was fiddlin’ with the radio again.” / “Cult’s fucked…but I’m okay with their music for the most part.”

Idle      • “Used to have a snake. He was a huge boa constrictor. He liked to kinda just wrap around me like I was a tree. It felt like the best hug there ever was.”      • “Did you know I grew up in Vegas? That place really is a constant party, even away from the strip if you know where to look. It’s not a great thing when you’ve got an addictive personality and prone to efforts of escapism. That’s why I moved out here. It’s pretty, its quiet, and the cost of gas to get anywhere is enough to deter the acquisition of drugs. So did working with Whitehorse. Man’s a saint. Reminds me of my Grandpa Conner—don’t tell him I said that. He’ll think I mean old.”      • “I taught myself how to be a mechanic. Books and experience, and it all started when my old truck broke down when I was 16. Couldn’t afford a mechanic, so I got my grandpa and some tools and learned a lesson that day. Then I had to learn the rest. I still have that old truck. Musta rebuilt that motherfucker from the ground up three times. Only a few things left of the original. But I’m a sentimental fool, and it was a gift.”      • “Callie says an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Well, she didn’t say it but she quotes it a lot. But I’m thinking…maybe this time, we all just need to be blind. We need a reason to step back and reassess and neither side is gonna be the first to do it. So I’m skeptically hopeful of our win, but still down with the blind thing.”

Location Specific      • In the Henbane region: “Hey, if we could avoid bliss as often as possible…that would be great. Shit makes me feel like I dropped acid non-consensually.” / “Hmmm…there’s the tinglies in my spine again. Where is that little bitch of a plant? I’m gonna rip it apart.”      • In the Whitetails: “If we get a chance, I'd like to swing by my place. Make sure things are fine. Grab some tools. Get Reggie's ashes, since these fucks don't have respect for dead people, they definitely won’t have respect for dead pets.” / “Man, I miss hiking. Well I mean, technically we’re hiking right now. I mean I miss hiking without the sounds of an actual war. Birds and wind and shit. I miss that. But this is good exercise too.”      • Near any body of water: “Please say maybe this time we’re just out to fish. No? Worth a shot. One of these days.” / “This county has the best fishin’ spots in the world, but the best one’s require a hike and some camping gear to really enjoy.” / “If they hadn’t started dumping bliss in everything, I’d say let’s go for a quick swim. The water here is never as cold as you think it is.”      • Fall’s End: “Mary May runs a tight ship, but she can throw a hell of a party.” / “Pastor Jerome set me up with AA when I first moved to the county. He’s a damn good man, and a great listener.” / “As stupid as it is, I look forward to the Testy Festy every year. Love a good tradition. Sometimes you just need something to look forward to, you know?”

I’m going to tag @deathvalleyqueen​ because I’d like to learn more about your characters, but you may have been tagged before. ^^;;;

Thank you so so much! I don’t think I have many people I can tag that haven’t already been, but consider it an open tag if you see it on your dash. <3 

[ubernoxa]

The Groupie: A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter 2: Treason

There were three simple rules about being a groupie:

1. The sex means nothing. It’s all physical.

2. The longer you are with the band the more power you get. It’s like high school, but instead of books, there are drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.

3. Never fuck a guy from another band. It’s treason if anyone finds out.

Celi dried her hair with the towel that was laid out on the small sink. She wondered if he had placed it there for her. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of him thinking about her. None of the guys in the last band gave two shits about her when they didn’t want to have sex. She made sure to shut down any of those thoughts. She was a groupie. This wasn’t just some guy she met, this was Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses. He was a rockstar, and she was nothing.

She took a deep breath and the warm air filled her lungs. To say that the warm shower was a god send was an understatement.

“Nah man she probably left by now,” that was Izzy’s voice. She recognized it immediately.

Fuck.

Part of her was hoping that she would be able to sneak out before he came back.

“Wanna bet,” she heard a cocky voice ask.

Fuck.

She spun around the room looking for her bag.

Fuck.

“Axl, that’s not your shit. Stop going through it,” as the unrecognizable voice spoke Celi know exactly where her bag was.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Her hair was flat and soaked. Her face was naked of any makeup. Presentable was probably the last work she would use to describe herself.

“Why do chick’s need so much shit?” That’s when she heard her can of hairspray hit the concrete floor she sighed in frustration.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, what would Morgi do?

She tightened the towel that was wrapped around her and walked into the small room.

“Didn’t your mothers teach you to not touch other people’s shit,” she said as she glared at the red head, Axl, and a man with huge curl hair, Slash. She had seen them on magazines countless times, and it was weird seeing them in person.

“Didn’t your mom teach you to not leave your shit out in the open?” Axl quickly rebutted.

Celi looked at her bag, or at least what was left in it. Her eyeshadow pallets, foundation, eyeliner and lipstick were scatter across the ground. She frowned as she saw a pink powder spilled all over the floor, that was her favorite blush.

“The door was locked,” Celi held her towel tightly as she spoke.

“And yet here we are. It’s called an all access backstage pass. They will unlock any door for us,” Slash joked. Celi side eyed him as he spoke.

“To answer your first question, the reason chicks have so much shit is because the painted faces y’all see every day isn’t real,” Celi sarcastically stated.

She kneeled down, being careful to collect her things that fell out of her bag, no thanks to Axl and Slash.

“I’ll clean up my the blush later,” Celi then slowly stood up and then tried to pick up her bag. She cursed under her breath as her towel slipped a little.

“Here,” Izzy stood above her and held her bag.

Celi offered him a small smile receiving one in return.

As he followed her to the bathroom she wondered why he originally invited her here. Was it because he was being generous or did he want more. He knew she was a groupie, the question was when would he make his move.

“Thanks for helping me. I almost dropped my towel on accident,” she would have yelled at him for dropping her bag, but she was silenced when he pushed her towards the bathroom wall and began to kiss her. She felt the towel fall as she dug her hands into his hair.

She let out a little moan just for him, but they were quickly interrupted by commotion in the other room.

“Izzy time to get the fuck on stage. You can fuck your groupie later,” Axl’s voice shot through the bathroom.

Deli’s heart sank as he pulled away and left the bathroom.

She didn’t just fuck up she majorly fucked up.

If any of the other Hemper’s groupies found out they would immediately tell the band. Even though she didn’t have sex, it is pretty easy to read between the lines. Why would they rat her out? Because they want to look loyal to the band or impress the bitch that hated her guts. She could already hear them kicking her out. She could hear them calling her a whore and telling her to never come back. There was no way Morgi could help her now.

Celi was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the bathroom door open again. Oh great, it was probably security ready to throw her naked ass out.

Instead of security, Izzy popped out from behind the window and tossed a purple button down with a deep V her way.

“Wait for me after the show, and I recommend grabbing all your shit. You’re staying with us a while,” She looked at the purple button down that reeked of alcohol.

“What, so you think that since you gave me a cold shower and your dirty shirt that I’m just your groupie now?”

Izzy caught Celi off guard by laughing. “You’re hot I’ll give you that. I’ve never fucked a girl with red hair before, but if you want to go back to your dying band with freezing cold showers be my guest. I won’t give a shit,” Celi was baffled at how simple he spoke.

She tried to find a reply, but couldn’t. There was nothing she could say, and she wasn’t going to admit to him that he was right. The Hempers weren’t going anywhere from here on out, and unless she wanted to start all over with an unknown band again, this was her only option.

“That’s what I thought. Guitar lessons start tomorrow if you’re still around and not a fucking idiot,” he yelled as he was leaving.

—————-

Celi sat on a rest stop bench chatting with another girl, who Celi believe was a groupie as well, named Kim. She was only a couple years older than her but had thousands of stories about what bands she had been with and all of the stories that came with her many adventures.

Kim remembered seeing Celi for the first time the night before. Celi had two very noticeable features, the first was her fiery mane that made Axl’s hair look more blonde than red, and the second was her ability to know when to shut up.

When Izzy saw Celi walk into the room, his eyes went immediately to her. It took Kim a couple seconds but she recognized the shirt Celi wore tied up kinda creating a crop top. It was his. The whole night she didn’t cause any trouble, laughed when appropriate and made sure his drink was never empty. It was like she went to some 1800s wife training class, but instead of wifey lessons, she was taught how to be a groupie.

“So who taught you how to do this? There is no one is this good when they are as young as you. You’re what? 20?

“19, and I leaned from a friend. She had been a groupie for a couple more years than me, and when I first joined the groupie scene we clicked. She took me under her wing and never asked for anything in return,” Kim quickly changed topics as she noticed Celi her sad. Celi’s heart sunk at the thought of Morgi. She abandoned her.

If felt good to sit on a bench outside and not in the tight, boiling hot van. The breeze was very much a welcomed friend.

“Don’t look, but Izzy is staring at you again,” Kim said before pulling out a pack of smokes, and offering one to Celi who quickly took one.

“You ready for your lessons?” Izzy mindlessly played with Celi’s hair as she spoke once he made it over to the pair.

“Yeah,” Celi quickly put out her cigarette and walked followed him.

“So I gotta ask, how hot is the van?” His voice was almost monotone when he spoke.

“Let’s just say, I was probably a little too excited when we stopped for a pit stop,” Celi offered a warm smile to Izzy who offered a soft chuckle.

“Hey, laugh all you want, but you get this tour bus while I was stuck between Terise and an AMP that was a much better pillow than I expected it to be,” Celi admitted to herself before following Izzy onto the bus.

“I’m just saying that if you bring a chick back to the van and fuck her on one of the seats, you should have to fucking clean up after yourself,” Celi was met with yelling as she followed Izzy into the tour bus.

“Axl clean it up, no one cares if you are the damn frontman or not,” Izzy added time the yelling.

“Wait here, I’ll grab some guitars,” he said to Celi as she sat down on a seat that was not full of Axl’s mess.

“Hey, who are you,” Celi perked her head up as two blondes walked onto the buss, Duff and Steven. For some reason she expected Steven to be taller.

“Celi,” she simply answered leaning back into her seat.

A flash of recognition shot across their faces, “Ohh ok, now I remember. Your the shower chick right?” Steven asked sitting down across from Celi as Duff went to the back of the bus.

“Well...yeah....I guess there are worst things to be know for,” Celi let out a chuckle as she spoke. She quickly remembered one of Morgi’s stories about a guy who known to have poor performance in bed. His name was Richard and used to go by Rick. Once word spread, everyone called him slippery dick.

“Like what?” Steven leaned forward almost whispering.

“Hmm..I don’t know...how about that guy who goes through people’s bags and spills everything all over the floor,” Celi couldn’t hide the smirk that formed on her face. Last night she made sure to be on her best behavior to get Izzy to like her. This morning though, was an entirely different story. Half the band was already shitting on Axl, so she thought why not join in on the fun.

“Have you heard of this philosophy of keeping your shit on you so no one goes through it?” Axl stoped his cleaning and glared at Celi as he spoke.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” She asked Axl who immediately cussed under his breath. If she was in here with anyone else, he would have kicked her out. The problem was that she wasn’t here with anyone else’s, she was here with Izzy.

“Hey Izzy, I like this girl,” Steven shouted across the bus as he saw Izzy coming back with two guitars.

“You play guitar?” Celi wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement that came out of Steven’s mouth.

“I’m teaching her,” Izzy replied before Celi had a chance to say anything.

“White or black,” he showed Celi the two guitars and she pointed at the white one.

Izzy watched as she placed the guitar strap around her and gazed down it. That is when she realized that this was most likely the nicest guitar she had ever held. Also, the most expensive guitar.

“Looks good,” Izzy commented earning a smile from Celi.

“Shall we pick off from where we were?” Izzy asked earning a nod from Celi.

Celi quickly lost time as he went through and taught her his part. He was an amazing teacher, she thought to herself. He was incredibly patient with her fingers getting tongue tied and unable to hit the right notes.

“Try this,” he showed Celi a quick true I to hit the notes, but she just couldn’t get it.

“Sorry,” she muttered. God that was embarrassing, she felt humiliated as the entire band heard her mess up over and over and over again.

“No need to appologize to me, it’s my band you need to worry about,” he sent her a soft smile and motioned for her to sit in front of him.

She sat in front of him and felt him move all of her hair over to her right side, so her hair was no longer in his face.

“So what you’re going to want to do is,” She couldn’t move as she watched him play. She was trapped, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Alright boy we’re heading out, all good to go?” An older man said as he hopped on their bus.

“Yup, the sooner we leave the better,” Izzy said before going back to showing Celi again. She couldn’t hid the smile that grew on her face. He wanted her to stay on the bus with him. How sweet, or he felt bad that she sucked. Her mind immediately shot back.

“Okay now you try, at quarter speed,” Celi placed here fingers on the strings and began to slowly play.

After a couple tries she felt him guiding her fingers. Soon enough she played the part and let out a cheer when she did. Izzy cheered with her unable to hide the large smile planted on his face.

“Good job babydoll,” he said before beginning to kiss her neck earning a soft moan.

“Keep it in your pants Stradlin,” Axl threw a towel across the buss that nailed Izzy. Laughter immediately followed suit, filling the entire buss.

[rayewriting]

Rain and Thunder

Fandom: Batman

This is a request from an anon (from a while ago):

" “Who did this?” For Jason and Damian or Tim and Damian "

Also if you think I need to tag something else (like triggers or something) please tell me! I want everyone to enjoy this site safely! Also also, I can't think of a good title for this right now, might change the name later (if you have a suggestion let me know).

“Now get going, ya hear? It’s going to rain soon.”

Red Hood was doing his normal routine swing around Crime Alley having just sending a couple street kids towards the Martha Wayne kids home for the night when he chances a glance around the old warehouse portion of the area when he hears a crash. He pats down his belts and does a mental list of what weapons he still had ammo for, then ducks into one of the nearest buildings. After looking through the first floor and finding nothing but layers of dust, he moves on to the second floor, from his spot on the stairs he sees a trail of disturbed dust. Staying to the shadows, Red Hood follows the trail, then he finds the reason for his unease: an unconscious Robin in a pool of blood.

But it wasn’t Robin, it was Damian. The little dude wasn’t in his traffic light color uniform, but his civvies surrounded by pushed over crates and boxes. Red Hood does not panic, so when he feels his heart stop and all his breath leave him, he keeps his ears open and eyes sweeping the room for any movement. Red Hood does not let himself be lost in his head, so when his mind starts asking things like “Where’s Bruce? What happened? Where’s the bomb? Where is the Joker?”, he shuts his brain off and goes off his instincts. They tell him to check the little guy and get them the heck out of there and deal with the ramifications later, so he checks Damian’s breathing, pick him up, and bolts out of the warehouse. He knows he should go to the Batcave, but he doesn’t know if Damian could make it there, so he plots the fastest way to one of his safehouses and jumps.

Red Hood does his best not to jerk the kid too much, but without any type of transportation, he is stuck with jumping across roofs and parkouring his way to a safehouse while keeping one arm around the bleeding tyke and the other on his grappling hook.

Just as it starts pouring rain, he lands close to one of his more stocked safehouses and undoes the locks in the least graceful way possible, but he gets the kid in, shucks off his gloves. When he starts to pull his head out of his helmet, a clap of thunder jars a thought: he should tell someone he has the kid. He ignores it for now, now is when he needs to focus on getting Damian stable enough to be left alone so he can call someone. Thus, he starts a basic examination; Damian has multiple cuts, a splattering of bruises, and enough blood loss that is the biggest concern. He starts an IV line and begins to get blood in the kids system, then checks Damian’s head for any major bumps and wraps it in gauze, after that he  disinfects and stitch the larger sword slices close before moving to bandage the smaller wounds close.

Finally, roughly an hour later, when he can take a break, he takes stock of his bedroom/mini med center. Damian is laying on the bed, more bandages than skin showing, no doubt with a concussion, a few broken ribs, and a makeshift IV line working through another bag of blood. He picks up a couple of empty saline and blood bags throws them in a bag to dispose them when lightning strikes and the clap of thunder follows shortly after and his eyes land on his thrown helmet and remembers the thought from earlier. He needs to call someone, so he picks up his phone with a secured line and stumbles to a chair in the corner of the bedroom, before he calls the first person he thinks of.

“Wayne Residence, I’m afraid that we are very busy at the moment,” the British voice comes from the speaker.

“Hey Alfred.”

“Master Jason, I-“

“Its fine, Alfred. I actually called with some good news, I found something of yours. About 4’10” black hair-“

He can feel the relief through the phone, though Alfred does not sigh or raise his voice, “You found Master Damian? I’m so glad, someone took him from school during lunch today. But nevermind that, where are you both?” He tells Alfred the address of the safehouse, about Damian’s injuries, then they both make a plan to get Damian to the Batcave.

After finishing his call, Jason slumps his shoulders, he feels his thoughts finally attack.  Where was Bruce? Dick? Everyone else? Did Damian run off again? Damian was more important than Jason so were they looking for him? Why didn’t they call him? Did he get to Damian in time? What if he didn’t get to Damian in time? What if Damian ended up like Jason did? Alone in a warehouse, waiting for someone to help, bu—

“-dd. Todd. Breathe, Todd. Can you hear me?” a voice was calling out to him. Jason’s head shot up and forced his breathing and heart to slow to a normal pace. He holds up a finger, he just needs a second. He sees the IV drip from the bag to the tube (he ignores the sight of green hair). He listens to the rain hit the glass of the window, the clap of thunder, Damian’s breathing (he ignores the sound of a laughter). He tastes the copper of blood from his bitten lip (he ignores the taste of ash). He feels his heart beat in his chest, the cold vented air prick at his skin (he ignores the feeling of a strike from a crow bar). He smells the dirt on his uniform (he ignores the smell of smoke).

After a few minutes, with his heart and breathing slower, Jason chokes out, “Yes, I can hear you. How are you feeling?”

“I am better than I was earlier,” Damian says, though that does not comfort Jason in the slightest. Once Jason feels less lightheaded, he stands and sweeps his eyes across Damian. Damian lays stock still, though the blanket has shifted so Jason can tell that Damian tried to sit up at least.

“That’s good, I guess.”

“What time is it?”

“From what I can tell, you hit your head pretty hard, do you have problem remembering anything?”

“My memory is fine, thank you, Todd.”

“That’s great. Who did this?” Jason asks, expecting a fight for an answer, but willing to go a few rounds, Crime Alley was his no matter what Bruce said. However, what Jason did not expect was Damian to look at the blanket covering him and beginning to mumble into the fabric. So instead of letting go of a sigh, Jason asks, “I��m sorry, what did you say?”

“… my mother…”

[nat-roman0ff]

i. the first 45 seconds of your life

the here and now; sequel to another certain time and place (read the full series in my masterlist)

i. the first 45 seconds of your life the one where they begin wc: 2,776 warnings: smut (oral), burnt chicken & fading time

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“I’m in love with you.” 

 Her whole body freezes in place, and she isn’t quite sure what to say or do or any of that because her mind is too busy short circuiting over the words that just came out of Shawn’s mouth.

 She continues to stare blankly at him while Shawn’s eyes search her face for any kind of recognition of his words. He’s only met with a blank stare in her eyes, and the color systematically draining out of her face. She tilts her head, and he thinks she’s about to say something but she stops herself. Finally, her brows furrow, and it’s the first sign of life he’s seen in her face in the last forty-five seconds since he dropped those final words. 

 “I’m in love with you too,” she says. And the world is right again. 

---

 Their world had been a cotton candy cloud of happiness, making their friends vomit at their disgusting love for each other, and spending a lot of time in the bedroom (and the kitchen, and the shower, and the sofa…). 

 Being in love, rules, Shawn thinks while he watches her precisely put on her mascara in the bathroom vanity mirror. He smiles when her mouth opens ever so slightly in that little O-shape that he knows she can’t help. She leans back to stand up straight and blinks twice, dabbing away an imprint of black on the tops of her cheek. 

 “If you keep standing there and staring I might press charges,” she says, turning her head to him and smiling.

 “Yeah?” he says, folding his arms across his chest while he leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, “What kind of charges are we talking?” 

 She pops her lips, swiping a bit of gloss along her bottom lip, “well, definitely for being a creep, and slightly obsessed with me.” 

 “Not at all a lie,” Shawn grins. 

 She twists the tube of her gloss tight, “and probably being super hella cute and a giant fucking cheeseball.” 

 She trails across the bathroom on her tiptoes to him, leaving a sticky, shiny, strawberry scented lip print on his cheek, “and for definitely having the best dick in Toronto.” 

 Shawn’s sloppy smile widens across his face and then fades, “wait, how many dicks in Toronto have you seen?” 

 His girlfriend shimmies past him and into their shared bedroom. She’s more or less moved in with him over the past few weeks. He swears it’s a quicker commute for her to work (it’s not) and that his coffee shop is better than hers (maybe it is, but it also costs double the price on this side of town). She always keeps two extra work outfits in his closet, and a spare toothbrush, just in case. He even bought the same shampoo and conditioner as her so she can always be ready to spend the night.

 Shawn watches her dress, observing as her hands smooth out the wrinkles in the skirt of her dress, turning in the mirror to make sure it falls the right way. She tucks on a pair of heels and stands in front of the mirror, taking in a deep breath to hold herself high and proud before releasing it and relaxing her shoulders. 

 “I don’t want to go to work today.” 

 Shawn stands and wraps his arms around her from behind, “too bad, one of us has to pay the bills around here,” he kisses a bit of her exposed shoulder and then rests his chin on it to look at her through the mirror, “just know if you do need to quit your job, I can help you out in the meantime.” 

 She rolls her eyes and slithers out of his grasp, “not everyone gets to do what they love at twenty-one, Shawn. Just because I hate my job now doesn’t mean I’m going to hate it forever. It’s a good stepping stone, I have to pay my dues before I can get to where I want to be.” 

 “I know that, babe,” he leans against the dresser beside them, “I just don’t like seeing you miserable.” 

 She rolls her eyes again, “I’m not miserable Shawn. Far from it. But I will be miserable if you don’t get me a bottle of wine and some takeout tonight,” she gives him a peck on the lips, “now I really have to go.” 

 It’s a pretty mundane Friday for Shawn when she leaves. He goes to the gym, eats breakfast, drinks his coffee, takes a shower, does some laundry. It’s mundane and everyday and routine But it’s so fucking nice to be bored every once and a while. Although he was never bored with her. Sure, they could be bored, laying on the couch scrolling through their phones and not saying anything, but so long as she was there, he was never bored. 

 Mundane was a nice sort of calm between being in a different city every night and sleeping on a cramped bus with three other people. But time was getting away from them, he thought about the last weeks they had together, alone. They had four more days before the next leg of tour started and he had to leave her behind. Neither had spoken about it, they just watched as the sand in the hour glass dwindled and they weren’t ready for the next two months apart. Sure, they’d done it before as friends, but it was different now. Shawn had never felt such a cosmic closeness to someone before, his body was different when she wasn’t around.

 On the other side of Toronto, she drags her feet into the office building she regrets to call work. It’s not all bad, except for her bitchy boss and coworkers who love nothing more than to make her feel inadequate. But she constantly reminds herself how lucky she is to be here, and that this situation isn’t permanent.

 At lunchtime, a deliveryman stops at her cubicle with a sunflower floral arrangement. She plucks up the card and of course they’re from Shawn. She giggles at the message he’s written her and blushes when she thinks about the poor person at the florist shop that had to write it.

 Hey sexy!

 I hope your Friday is as wonderful as you are. I already miss you even though you just left. I can’t wait to see you tonight and eat you out like four times. See you soon. 

 Shawn (aka love daddy)

 She covers her mouth to stifle a snort and arranges the flowers on her desk. The rest of the day comes easy with the promise of coming home to Shawn. What she wasn’t looking forward to was his departure in four days. He’d finally (sort of) given up on asking her to come with him on tour. It was terrible timing and would put too much of a dent in her life right now - it just wasn’t cohesive. It was the last leg, so the worst of it was over and she had to remember that there were only a few more months to go until he was home in time for the holidays. 

 Of course, there would be more tours, award shows, promo, trips to the studio, music videos, and everything else that came with being Shawn that would keep them away. But their cotton candy cloud was too big and sweet right now to burst. 

 ---

 Her insides scream sweet relief when the clock stikes 5pm and it’s time to go home to Shawn. She mutters obscenities to herself as she wrestles with the oversized floral arrangement on her walk home. Luckily it’s not far and when the elevator door opens to his floor she’s met with the smell of something burning and a smoke alarm blaring. 

 Shawn tried to cook again.

 “Oh honey you’re already home!” He coughs as he tries to clear the smoke in the kitchen by waving an oven mit and dish towel around. 

 She chuckles and sets the flowers on the counter as the scent of burnt chicken fills her nostrils. She sees the sizzling, smoky pan in the sink with what looks like charcoal stuck onto it. 

 “You really didn’t have to,” she laughs, “in fact, please don’t ever do it again.” 

 His arms stop waving and he pouts. The alarm finally silences and Shawn shakes his head to clear the ringing in his ears, “I was just trying to do something nice.” 

 She hops off the chair of the kitchen island and saunters towards him, placing a hand on his chest, “while I appreciate the effort, you are completely helpless in the kitchen. But I still love you for it.”

 “I guess I can’t be good at everything,” he says, swishing a layer of invisible hair over his shoulder.

 She punches his shoulder, “so what should we have? Pizza or Chinese?” 

 He gets that look in his eye, “I’d rather have you first.” 

 She squeaks when the cold granite countertop hits the backs of her thighs. Shawn’s mouth is on her before she has a half second to process what’s happening. He’s been waiting for her all day ever since he came across a pair of her black lacy underwear while doing laundry. He couldn’t get the image of the way they sit across her hips out of his fucking head since lunchtime and now that she was home he couldn’t wait to devour her.

 His lips are fast and hungry against hers. She contorts her body a little in an attempt to pull off her heels, Shawn’s hand grabs her wrist, “keep them on,” he says with a bite to her ear, he kisses down the hollow part of her throat and across her chest to just where her dress crosses her breasts in a V-shape, “and lay back.” 

 She moves slowly to ensure there’s nothing behind her. Her head barely stays on the counter, her hair waterfalling over the edge. She lets her arms fall back too and relishes in the feeling of Shawn taking control. He wastes no time reaching under her dress, letting his fingers tiptoe the thin straps of her underwear before hooking them around his index fingers. 

 Shawn slows down for a second, taking his time as he tugs the fabric down her soft thighs. He thinks of how much he’s going to fucking miss this on tour and there’s no amount of FaceTime and handywork that will make up for the feeling of her skin under his. He’s obsessed with the way she feels, with every dip and dimple, every tiger stripe of faded stretched out skin - everything that made her uniquely for him. 

 He finally pushes the fabric past her manicured toes and slingshots it into the living room, she watches as it flies over the couch and behind it to that lost space between the sofa and wall. 

 “Hey!” She says sitting up, “you’re gonna fish those out later, buddy.” 

 Shawn just smiles and holds her face in his hand and gives her the softest kiss. He breaks away and walks to the fridge to pull out the wine she’d requested this morning. He opens the cork with ease and takes a sip from the bottle before handing it to her.

 “Oh so it’s a drink straight out of the bottle kind of night, huh?” She asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after taking too big a sip. 

 Shawn just replies with another ferocious kiss, his mouth tastes like the grapes of her favorite wine and she rests her hands low on his hips. He places a palm on her sternum and nudges her back. She gets the hint and lays back flat against the granite countertop. Shawn’s hand works slowly down her front, cupping her heat and letting the fabric create some much warranted friction. 

 She lets out a breathless moan at the contact and bites down hard on her lip. He does it again, and makes sure to hit her sensitive bundle of nerves and she bucks her hips up into him. When he moves his hand away from her she pouts and he wants to kiss that pout right off her face but resists doing so, the alternative is much better. 

 He bunches the fabric of her dress in his fist and pulls up, revealing her bare half to him. His tongue involuntarily swipes over his bottom lip and he feels his pants tighten. She can feel the cold air hit her in the most devine way. Shawn drops to his knees and places each of her legs over his shoulders. 

 “Missed you,” he whispers. 

 She laughs, “are you talking to me or my vagina?” 

 “I’m not going to answer that question.” 

 He feels her body shake with laughter, but calms it the moment his lips hit her knee. Shawn kisses slowly up the inside of her leg, past dimples and faded stripes of rippled skin. He places a single kiss above her heat before working, moving to work up the other side, he wants to leave no patch of skin unloved, un-worshiped. 

 Her fingers thread through the curls at the top of his head when he nears closer to her center and he knows she’s more than ready for it now. He slides her forward just a bit more on the counter (he’d almost chipped a tooth on the granite when he tried this last week). She tugs at his hair to encourage him, her whole body shivering the moment his tongue takes the first lap of her core. 

 She lets out a breathy fuck to disguise the moan as he picks up the pace. He starts with his usual figure eights, the condo silent except for her gasping, muted moans and the sound of Shawn’s tongue against her soaked center. 

 The sharp of her heels dig into his shoulders as he adds two fingers to enter her. Her hand leaves his hair to grab at anything she can, her nails scratching against the hard surface of the countertop when she’d normally ball a fist of sheets in her hand. Shawn watches her chest heave as he steadies his rhythm; lips sucking at her tender bud, long fingers curling inside of her to reach that one spot. 

 A warm spot in her lower body begins to boil over and burn her skin from toe to fingertip. She can feel it crawl up her chest and into her cheeks, painting them his favorite shade of pink. The lower part of her body twitches under him but he’s quick to hold her down with the palm his hand, tutting her along the way.

 “Shawn I’m so so so so so close,” she breathes, digging her heels even harder into his shoulders but he’s too into it to care about the searing pain. 

 He releases her with a wet pop of his lips, “just let go whenever you’re ready.” 

 She takes a deep breath but it’s cut off when his tongue does overtime on her. Too sensitive to take it, she lets her orgasm crash over her with an arch of her back and a moan that echoes throughout the condo.

 Shawn stands and leans over her body to kiss her forehead, “stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

 She nods, too fucked to even think straight about it. He gives her time to recover while he runs to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water. When he returns, he runs it softly up her inner thighs, cleaning up the dampness from her arousal mixed with his spit. She quivers when he runs it gently across her sensitive core and covers her back up with the skirt of her dress.

 “I need some help up, you destroyed me,” she groans, wiggling her fingers at him. 

 Shawn chuckles and grabs her hand to sit her up straight. Her hair is a mess, and her cheeks are still prickled with his favorite pink and he’s not sure how he managed to live this long without telling her he’s in love with her.

 “So, pizza or Chinese?” He asks, repeating her question from earlier.

 She grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him in between her legs, “oh no, you’re next.”

 ---

 heyyyyyyyyy! so this is the first chapter to the sequel of a certain time and place! i love all the beautiful responses i got from the last series. this chapter is moreso of a drop in, we have a LONG way to go with these guys and i’m excited to share it with y’all! drop a reblog, reply or ask if you enjoyed :) 

[oforamuse]

alone without you (by my side)

five times mickey milkovich misses ian gallagher + the one time he doesn’t have to

read on ao3 // tw slurs

juvie

Mickey is horny. Mickey is really fucking horny. Out of his mind, he doesn't know which way is up, teenage freak kind of horny. Getting laid in juvie is a difficult job if he wants to keep his status of ‘not to be fucked with’, plus recovering from a taking a bullet in his leg means he can’t exactly approach anyone subtly (fuck you, Kash). He’s still got a few months to go before he’s released back into the world and he can’t fucking wait, practically counting down the days. Mickey didn’t think there would ever be a day that he would actually miss the shithole South Side, but he does. He misses the loud streets and the broken windows, the L and even the fucking Kash and Grab. He misses… 

No, no he doesn’t. He just wants, needs, to get laid. 

Laid by Ian Gallagher. 

Fuck, Mickey thinks, being betrayed by your own subconscious fucking sucks. He needs to be laid by that freckly ginger fuck soon or he may actually lose his mind (what he has left of it, anyway). Besides, he doesn’t actually miss the kid he just misses his dick. That’s it. He couldn’t give a shit about that Gallagher fuck. He really couldn’t. Not. A. Shit. 

Really. 

He runs his hand through his hair out of frustration, stop being so fucking dramatic Milkovich, since when did he get this fucking ridiculous?

He rolls his eyes at himself, 2 months to go. 

Until then though, it’s him and his trustly right hand alone. Resigning with a sigh, Mickey swings his legs over his bunk and jumps down deftly from the top. 

‘Fuck you going?’ Jay, his roommate, asks absentmindedly from where he’s been throwing a ball against the wall and catching it on the other side of the room. Jay’s not one for useful recreational activities. 

‘None of your fucking business that’s where’ Mickey snaps, grabbing his towel off the hook and swaggering out into the hall. He walks the short distance to the communal bathroom, it’s midday he should be alright, and locks the door behind him. 

His trusty right hand indeed. 

married life

His knuckles sting as he runs them under cool water in the kitchen, he’s pretty certain he’s got some glass in there somewhere. 

Fucking stupid. 

‘The fuck happened to your hand?’ Iggy grunts from where he sits at the table, nursing a beer in one hand and a wad of cash in the other. Who the fuck is giving Iggy cash? Ignoring him, Mickey watches the blood mix in with the water as it gets sucked down the drain and into the sewers. He wishes he could go down with it, down below his house, below the sidewalk, below every single person who knows his name and get sucked into the drain of the fucking earth. Anything to stop the dull ache in his stomach, the ache that feels like someone has force fed him stones, weighing down his every step. The ache that constantly reminds him, no matter where he is or what he’s doing, of Ian fucking Gallagher. Ian, who he hasn’t seen or heard from in over a week, not since he stood in his doorway and told him he was fucking off to the army. Not since Mickey’s eyes stung with tears and ‘please don’t go, please don’t leave me, stay, stay, stay, stay’ threatened to fall out of his mouth and onto the floor between them. 

‘Don’t what?’ Ian had asked, but Mickey knew what he really had been saying. 

You know what the fuck I mean to you, Milkovich. Are you man enough to admit it? To make me stay?

No, he wasn’t, Mickey thinks darkly. The ache getting heavier at the recalled memory. Mandy had called him a pussy, she was right. He is a pussy, a pussy who allowed himself to get this fucked up over a boy, a boy he tells himself every single day that he doesn’t give a shit about. 

He doesn’t know where the shift happened, where the thing with Ian went from banging to…to this emotional shit. Sometimes he feels so much he thinks he’ll drown in it, drown in what he feels for Ian, for men, for what he doesn’t feel towards women. What he should and shouldn’t feel. He doesn’t know when the shift happened but he knows there definitely was one. A moment of clarity, of something clicking into place between the two of them and the entire world changing. Was it the hot summer evenings they spent at the dugout? The hours in the Kash and Grab, between working and fucking? Was it those last few moments of ignorant bliss before his dad came crashing in and their false sense of security fell to the ground? He remembers every single fucking moment of that morning and it makes his skin crawl. 

Get the fuck off him get the fuck off him get the fuck off-

‘Asshole, you’re running up our water bill’ 

Mickey’s snapped back to the kitchen, the water still flowing out of the tap, though there’s no trace of blood left. His other hand grips tightly to the counter top, almost painfully. Lord fucking knows how long he’s been standing there lost, Iggy’s now gone and Mandy stands with a disgusted look on her face, leaning against the fridge. 

‘Fuck off’ He grunts, turning off the running water and walking straight past her to his room, not looking back once.  

prison

6 months, 3 days, 2 hours and a handful of minutes, give or take a few, according to the scratches on Mickey’s bed post. 

Over 6 fucking months since he last saw…Ian. 

Mickey’s heart jumps right up into his throat at the realisation and he feels like he’s going to be sick. There’s a pain in his gut like someone has taken a knife to a vital organ and won’t stop slowly twisting it. 

6 months, twist. 3 days, twist. 2 hours, twist.

And no fucking Ian. 

He knew he’d been kidding himself when he asked Ian to visit him, but this is just cruel. There was a part of him during the first few months that he’d hoped he’d be wrong, that little flicker of hope that perhaps Ian would come to his senses. Maybe his meds would level out, the mania controlled and he’d be on the next bus over to visit. But he hasn’t heard from him, not even a call. It’s humiliating to think about the amount of time Mickey just spent waiting, like a fucking dog for his owner or a 1950s housewife. He’s not a fucking housewife. He’s seen more of his estranged wife and his kid - if it even is his kid - than he has Ian. Mandy hasn’t even been by more than once to check in on him, he hasn’t heard from anyone else either. Not Fiona, not Debbie and sure as hell not Lip, but fuck, who can blame him for being disappointed? He’d clearly managed to kid himself into a false sense of…something, at least. Family? Friends? Fuck knows what, but he’s never doing it again. Love and it’s bullshit. 

Lying there on his shitty prison mattress, all he can think of is Ian’s face behind that glass, reserved and disconnected, having to be paid to even come and see him. As if Mickey hadn’t dropped absolutely everything certain in his life to be by his side, to be with him, to be allowed to love him. And the worst fucking thing? He’d do it again, a thousand times over. He knows that if Ian turned up today, smiling and flirting like he always used to, all of that would be water under the bridge. He had always been told that love makes you crazy, but no one ever told Mickey that it makes you fucking stupid too. 

Fuck, he misses him. He loves him and he always will with every single fibre of his being, every bone and every atom. 

I love you. The hell does that even mean? 

Twist, twist, twist.

mexico 

He’s been working closely with a few guys the last couple of weeks, dealing and selling, working the streets here and there. Mickey tries not to stay in one place for too long, doesn’t make friends, doesn’t own much shit. It works for him. He’s safe here, but only if he keeps it that way. 

‘You ready?’ Emiliano asks from the front seat, a lit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip. Jose is passed out in the passenger seat, feet up high on the dashboard and lightly snoring. 

‘Yeah’ Mickey grunts in reply, adjusting the sunglasses on his face, carefully minding the bruising under his left eye. He’d managed to get into a shit faced drunk bar fight last night and gained himself a punch to the face and a kick in the groin before he was pulled off the guy. This American guy a table over had been shit talking for hours, Mickey doesn’t even remember (or give a fuck) what it was mostly about. He does remember, however, him spitting out ‘fags’ at these two other guys who’d been standing innocently next to each other at the bar. Mickey didn’t even know if they were together, or if they had just happened to be standing there at the same moment. That was what sealed the deal for Mickey, leaping over the table and going straight for the fucker’s nose. 

He reaches into his pockets for a cigarette and lights it as it balances between his lips. They’re driving further South to another city where their boss has some connections he wants to solidify, apparently they’ve not done business in a while so he’s sending Mickey down there to start off some talks. It makes Mickey feel like an important part of the operation, as if he was needed, but, he also knows it’s because if he ended up dead in a basement with a bullet in his skull, they wouldn’t feel like they lost one of their own. He gets it, whatever. 

‘You miss America?’ 

His stomach jolts and the car suddenly feels too hot. The sun is powerful, it burns directly through the window and onto Mickey’s skin. 

‘What stupid fucking question is that?’ 

Does he miss America? Does he miss being on the run? Prison? Having absolutely no one?

Well, not no one. 

‘Your home, do you miss it?’ Emiliano catches Mickey’s eyes in the mirror, and even though he’s wearing sunglasses Mickey shifts his gaze uncomfortably to the moving road out of the window. Fuck feeling like he’s under a microscope. 

‘No I don’t fucking miss America, ain’t got no home there’ He mutters, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out into the air. 

‘You ain’t got a girl there?’ 

Mickey barks out an exasperated laugh which leaves a sour taste in his mouth. 

‘No girl’ He spits bitterly, hoping Emiliano gets bored of this game of 21 questions he seems to be playing and move the fuck on. 

‘No girl, dawg? So coming here was pretty easy for you then, yeah? You wanted that Mexican sunshine!’ 

He snorts. Easy isn’t exactly how Mickey would put it. Ripping your heart out of your chest with your bare hands and stomping on it a few hundred times before feeding it to a pack of wild dogs is probably how Mickey would put it. 

There is nothing easy about thinking you’d finally fucking make it across the finish line and having it taken away from you almost instantly. There is nothing easy about the man you have loved since you were a kid telling you that he loves you but he can’t come with you. There is nothing easy about kissing him desperately at the border, begging with every touch that he’d change his mind but he doesn’t. Driving across the border alone, leaving the only person you’ve ever actually loved behind isn’t fucking easy. 

Loving Ian Gallagher is easy, though. Once he let himself given in, once he finally faced those feelings head on and gave himself permission, it was easy. Deep down, it’s always been easy. It was the rest of the shit in their lives that wasn’t. Mexico was supposed to be their paradise, their freedom together but instead Mickey is here, alone. Forever. 

He doesn’t know when he’ll see Ian again, but fuck, he knows that he loves him. 

prison (again)

Mickey keeps his eyes on Ian until he sees him disappear around the corner and out of sight. Out into the world a free man, back to Chicago and his fucked up family. That’s where he belongs, that’s where he’s always belonged. Not in here, not locked up like an animal surrounded by criminals. Mickey’s heart pounds, it feels like it’s threatening to pump itself right out of his chest and spill directly out onto the floor. He knows he’ll be getting his new roommate assignment soon, some new guy will be sleeping in Ian’s bed, ruining the little world they created for themselves here. He knows missing their prison life is ridiculous, because who the fuck has a good time in prison? But it was the first time in their sorry lives that they could just be together. No homophobic dads, no out of control mental illnesses, no need to run to run away - if they could run away. 

Mickey knew rolling on the cartel for Ian was a big decision, he knew that Ian’s crime was a lesser one that his and there was a possibility for him to get out earlier than him. He knew it deep down all along, except he really thought that perhaps the universe would be kind to him, just this once, and let them have longer together. Apparently not. Everyone else is allowed to be with the people they love but not Mickey Milkovich, not at all. It feels all they fucking do is say goodbye to one another. 

His hands start to shake, and fuck, he misses him already. It’s ridiculous, they’ve gone months and months without contact, they’ve been in different countries and states without hearing a word from one another and yet this is hurting his chest like no other goodbye before. Was it the false sense of safety they’d created for themselves? Was it kidding themselves that they finally had this, after all their literal years of waiting. 

Mickey hangs onto their goodbye from a few moments before, or had it already been hours? He doesn’t know, he’s not taken his eyes off the last spot he saw Ian before he left, left Mickey, left them behind. 

Shut the fuck up, he begs himself, this time is going to be different. He knows that, he knows that they are still them, even if Ian is out there and Mickey is in here. Ian isn’t about to go find some other guy to shack up with whilst Mickey does his time, he knows that. Or at least he thinks he does. He hopes he does. Still, he can’t help but be reminded of every other time he’s been lulled into a false sense of hope by Ian Gallagher. Mickey loves him regardless but boy, does he have a talent for breaking Mickey’s heart. 

This time will be different, he repeats, finally pulling himself away from the glass window. He turns reluctantly to look at their beds, Ian’s one looking hauntingly empty whilst it awaits its new owner. The thought of climbing into his empty bed tonight without Ian on top of him is depressing, and though they rarely actually slept alone, it was nice to always know he wasn’t far away. He’d been far away for too long. 

Last night they lay tangled in Ian’s sheets, sweaty and spent but momentarily content in each other’s arms. The moment passed and the next morning’s event dawned on them both quite quickly. Mickey failed to hold back the threatening tears as he whispered his love against Ian’s neck in the dark. 

‘I love you, I never want to be apart from you’ 

‘I know Mick, I know. I love you too’ Ian tightened his grip around Mickey as he kissed the top of his head, bringing him in as close as he could. ‘It won’t be long’. 

Mickey sighs and climbs up onto Ian’s empty bed, fuck it, if Ian isn’t the one sleeping here then definitely no stranger will be. He hates top bunks but he knows he’ll lose his mind if he stays down below. He’s only ever been on the bottom for Ian, so why change that now? 

He sniggers quietly at his own stupid joke, before rolling over solomly to face away from the door. His chest hurts, his heart hurts, his fucking everything hurts. He closes his eyes and imagines Ian is still next to him, like he used to when he was here the first time or when he was down in Mexico. He’s used to loving Ian from afar. 

It won’t be long.

+ the honeymoon

Fucking Terry.

They really should’ve let Mickey murder that fucker when he wanted to because he’s getting real tired of his relentless shit. They’re covered in feathers, lying naked on the floor of their honeymoon suite, hearts racing from almost being shot rather than the sex they were about to have. 

‘Your fucking Dad’ Ian laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, rolling over to give Mickey a hand getting up. 

‘Ay, you should’ve let me shoot him like I wanted, at least we would’ve been able to bang on our honeymoon in peace’ Mickey snips back, attempting and failing to shake off as many of the feathers as he can. 

‘We’ve definitely had the chance to bang in peace’ 

‘Then why aren’t we banging right now?’ 

‘Fair point’ Ian grabs Mickey by the hips and pulls him closer, man handling him in the way he knows his husband likes it. Ian cups the back of his head and brings Mickey’s lips to his, softly then with more pressure. They kiss slowly before Mickey pulls back, clearly still distracted by his father being a homicidal maniac. 

‘Fuck, I want him dead.’ Mickey searches Ian’s eyes in hopes of meeting him halfway and knowing that this is the only way that they will be able to be together like they’ve always wanted. Christ, they’re fucking married for fucksake and it’s still not enough for the universe to let them be. 

‘I know you do, Mick. If there’s any fucker that deserves to be murdered it’s him but-’ 

‘But what?’ Mickey snaps,

‘We’re married, you’re my husband and I can’t let you be thrown in prison when I just got you back’ Ian says, brushing his fingers softly through Mickey’s hair to get the remaining few feathers out. ‘We’ve been apart for so fucking long, so let’s just have this. Now. We’ll figure out a way to deal with Terry, I promise we will.’ 

Mickey softens, his heart stuttering in his chest as the urgency to carry out Terry’s immediate death ebbs away. He takes a deep breath and rests his forehead against Ian’s, pulling him in. 

‘I love you.’ He whispers, and fuck he will never get used to the freedom he feels every single time he gets to say that to him without fear. Fear for his life, fear he wouldn’t hear it back, fear he would never get the chance to hear it back. 

‘I’ve loved you since I was 15 years old, Mickey Milkovich, your father isn’t going to change that’ Ian softly replies, pressing a kiss lightly to Mickey’s lips. 

‘Ay, that’s Gallagher to you’ Mickey mumbles, pulling back. They haven’t had that particular conversation about the name thing yet so it’s mainly supposed to come off as a joke. 

‘Mickey Gallagher’ Ian laughs, testing the feeling of the new name out in his mouth. ‘I think I like the sound of that’ 

‘Ian Milkovich?’ Mickey suggests, giving Ian a knowing look, ‘Dad would love that’. 

Both boys laugh softly, they know that Terry would probably burn down the entire South Side if that ever happened. Perhaps that’s all the more reason to do the name change, in hopes that it gives the old bastard a heart attack or some shit. Mickey could only dream. 

‘Come’ Ian says, grabbing Mickey by the arm and leading him back to the bed in the centre of the room. It’s covered in all sorts of crap from the bullets but with a quick swipe Ian manages to send most of it to the floor. He flops straight down on the bed and pulls Mickey down on top of him. 

This is it. This is what Mickey has been craving for years, the chance to lie in Ian’s arms without a timer on his back or anything else looming horribly over them. He knows they’ll have to deal with Terry soon, because Milkovichs don’t give up, but right now, he’s allowed to have this. He doesn’t know what his new name will be or whether or not they’re gonna move back into the Gallagher house or if Terry’s going to drive by in 2 minutes with another round of ammo. What he does know, and he knows this for a fact, is he is never fucking letting go of the man beside him. It’s also nice to know that Ian isn’t planning on letting him go any time soon either, which sadly shouldn’t come as much as a relief as it does. It’s hard to not think about everything as temporary when it’s felt like most of his life has been stuck on pause. 

Mickey shuffles around slightly so he can lie comfortably on Ian’s chest, his hand resting softly on his rib cage. He can feel Ian breathing in and out, rhythmically up and down. He’s safe. They’re safe. They’re together. They can just be.

‘What’re you thinking so hard about?’ Ian asks, his hand coming up to rest gently on the top of Mickey’s, their rings aligning perfectly. 

‘You’ Mickey replies, ‘Always you’. 

[squeakynico]

once when i was in an incredibly manic, weed induced fugue hysteria (i ate the weed instead of smoking it. i don't know much about weed, because it HATES me most of the time, i got so impatient and ANGRY at the fact that the line in the parking garage gate was so FUCKING LONG and NOT MOVING AT ALL (manic time is different than real time). so i whipped over to the Do Not Enter side, and literally, just, schreeeeeched carefully under the barricade, and someone "ran out to stop me".

i told them i was having an Extreme Mental Crisis, and they took me to the harageboffice and let me lie on the floor and stare at the carpet until an ambulance came.

it took me to the hospital (a nice homeless crackhead whom i had let sleep with me a couple times - Jerrel - he is a beautiful person ♡ - kept my car), and i lied paralyzed in deep psychotic terror on a cot for what felt like a lifetime.

literally, i laid with my arm under my head and my other arm covering my eyes, and all i heard as the sounds of the night shift came in, was the world slowly moving away away aeay from me... they were moving someplace else, and everything that they left behind with me was monsters. not cute monsters. not scary monsters, just... Things. they moved around, chuckling to themselves in grotesque, guttural speech.

the worst thing of all, is that i Did Not Have My Glasses. well, that was not the worst thing. by wat felt like nightfall (hospitals have no windows on the inside, so i didn't know at all), i was wheeled back to the psych ward to be monitored. without my glasses, all i could see was Blobs. a man sat on a stool by the corner of my bed all night.

of course, he wasn't a "man" to me. he shifted uncomfortably, and squeaked his sneaker for hours, and his shoe became some sort of evil, leering satanic terrier with glowing eyes. it sueaked and squeaked and leered, and i Could Not Move.

i don't know if i fell asleep that night, but i must have, or entered a dreaming catatonia, wherein it was revealed that my father, whom i love as much as anyone can love their father in the world - he has protected and sheltered me from so much, not in a way to prevent me from experienceing things, but in a way that was simply, completely unjudgmental from the day i was born - had sold his own soul to Hell, in order to have me live.

i know what hell is like, becausr i have been there. in my psychosis, i *have* been there. nothing in the whole world could be more terrifying, devastating, there are no words at all in the english language to describe the anguish that that would cause me to know that he did that for me. i would rather die and go to hell than him.

it was one of the most horrible nights of my life. i swear to God, that kind of terror can make a person's brain explode with an aneurysm, or a heart attack. i have felt so close to death, at those times when the FEAR had taken hold of me.

the next day, all it said on my checkout slip was that i had suffered from "marijuana toxicity". they let me walk out of the hospital with No glasses, No wallet, No phone, nothing but the clothes on my body.

i wandered around Pittsburgh, surrounded by blobs. after the hospital, my "happy" mania returned and i wandered around asking if i could bus tables or wash dishes or something for money, but i had no i.d. so all i ended up with was twenty bucks a guy at a bar gave me cuz he felt sorry for me. i spent it on cigarettes.

if i hadn't have found the public library, i don't know what i would have done. they have computers and i emailed my mom, dad, and grandparents to let them know where i was and could they Please Help Me.

as i was wandering around, waiting for a reply, the fear returned. at some point, i was sleeping on a bench outside the hotel i had stayed in the night before (i was lying down on the couches upstairs inside, but the night porters changed shifts and the other one told me to leave), and some guy comes up and we talk and he asked if i would suck his dick and he'd give me a place to stay. i think i just jerked him off instead or something, i am a fucking DYKE, and i almost Threw Up on it. like, i understand how heteros feel about that, because i did not want to touch it.

he let me "stay with him", under a cardboard box on a bench by the river. and he gave me a slice of pizza.

i would have "made it through the night" without his assistance. he said he was a street guy who made it success writing a book or something. that.

the reason i wanted to start writing this post, is because at some point during my long night at the psych ward, i dreamed that the universe was actually held together by an infinite number of bunny rabbits, hopping arround angrily at the edge of space, and that comforted me. it still makes me laugh and think, although this is the first time i hav3 thought about it in a while.

i have a stuffed bunny now, that comforts me. they are good to talk to. i feel safer than i have during these episodes in the past. i will try to get medicine tomorrow. i use the words God and Hell, because i was raised in a christian household.

[nickelkeep]

An Almost Love

Pairings: Gabriel/Sam/Rowena, Background Dean/Cas Rating: General Word Count: 1960/? Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Implications of perceived infidelity  Chapter 1 on Ao3

This is my Second Lot for @ficfacers 2019 Auction! @casgirlsam requested a Gabriel Samwitch fic in which Sam gets love and happiness and all the good things that he deserves. He’ll get them. I promise. xxx

They hadn’t talked the entire time. Sam was angry — unreasonably so if you asked Gabriel, reasonably so if you asked Sam — and had chosen to round up the members of Bobby’s camp. It kept him far away from the archangel, while Gabriel kept an eye on Jack and Lucifer, making sure that his dick of an older brother didn’t corrupt the Nephilim. It wasn’t until the trek back to the portal that Gabriel attempted to try and approach the younger Winchester again.

“Sam?” Gabriel walked up and alongside the tall hunter, looking up at him with concern. “Can we talk?”

“Kinda busy, Gabriel.”

“Ah, yes, walking through the woods while looking for the portal back to our universe is something that can’t be done during a conversation.”

Sam stopped and pushed Gabriel to the side, out of the way of the caravan of people. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. We have a few dozen people that we need to protect and get out of here. They’re wary, cause we’re traveling with not only an angel that looks like the one they’ve seen torture their friends and family but two previously presumed dead archangels - one of which is Lucifer - and a Nephilim. We have a beacon on our heads with the amount of grace you four are putting off, and you know Michael has to be tracking us.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair and watched as a few people trekked past them. “Make sure we get home safe, and then we can talk.”

“You act like I wasn’t already planning on protecting you.”

“Us, Gabriel. Protect Us.” Sam turned and used the advantage of extra leg length to put distance between himself and the archangel.

Gabriel huffed and got back in line with the caravan, slipping into step with Mary. She shot him a sympathetic look and patted his shoulder. “He’s like his father. Let him calm down, and you should be able to talk to him. He does listen to reason if you give him a chance to cool off.”

“No offense Mary, but I remember John being a dick.”

Mary smiled and shrugged as the pair kept walking. “I’m not sure what happened before you all came here, but from what I’ve learned about Sam, he is also kind and forgiving.”

“I only hope he forgives me for my perceived crimes.” Gabriel shook his head. “Sam is a good, kind person. I didn’t intend to hurt him, and neither did Rowena. We don’t know what he was thinking or what he wants.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know.” A look of concern crossed Mary’s face as the group started to stall, forming a small crowd. “Are we here?”

Gabriel looked around at their surroundings. “I think we might be. I do feel familiar magic in the air.” He gestured for Mary to walk ahead of him. “After you, I’m sure that the boys want you to go through first.”

The pair walked to the head of the crowd. Sam and Dean were discussing how the group would go through the portal. It had been decided that Ketch was going to head through first to protect Rowena, then Mary, Bobby, and Jack would follow. Cas would round out the first five through, so he could heal and boost Rowena’s reserves. The brothers also decided that they would stay behind with Lucifer and Gabriel to make sure everyone got through safely. Once Sam and Dean were back in their world, Rowena could close the portal.

“Seems easy enough.” The alternate universe Bobby acknowledged. “How bad are we gonna fuck it up?”

“Hopefully not at all, old man.” Dean sassed. “Go get your people lined up.” He turned to Ketch. “Go ahead on through, pass the info to Rowena.”

Ketch nodded and stepped through, disappearing with a small flash to the other side. 

Sam walked away, resuming the distance between him and Gabriel while bringing children to the front of the line. Dean started guiding people through, beginning with Mary, then Bobby, then Jack. Dean clasped arms with Cas, the pair sharing a look that didn’t escape Gabriel’s notice, before the seraph nodded at the archangel and walked through the portal, the first group through.

Gabriel squared his shoulders and crossed his arms across his chest, taking a guard-like stance next to the portal. He mostly wanted to make sure Lucifer didn’t slip through, but he did it to respect the distance that Sam clearly wanted. He counted as the people went through, noticing that the youngest went through first, then the oldest. As the abled-bodied started to go through, a vibrant redhead stopped and smiled at both Dean and Sam, thanking them again. They laughed with her and watched to make sure she got through the portal safely.

The archangel felt a small pang of jealousy shoot through him. He wanted Sam’s smile aimed at him.

Lucifer took the opportunity to try and cross through the portal. Gabriel rolled his eyes and shot his hand out, stopping him. “Not happening, Lu. We’re here ‘til the end.”

“Come on, G. They don’t need us here. There’s like three people left.”

“And Sam and Dean. We’re protecting everyone until they get through. That was the pl–”

Before Gabriel could finish his sentence, an explosion erupted near the van that had carried supplies and members of the resistance here. Bodies landed in ragdoll heaps as Sam and Dean ran to join the archangels. The smoke started to settle, and a tall, proud figure strode towards them, his bold black wings curling in on themselves. “Gentlemen,” the character cooed cockily as he rolled his shoulders loose. 

Lucifer growled, stalking forward to engage the figure. “Lu, you don’t really want to try this again, do you?”

“Um, yeah.” Lucifer’s eyes illuminated to their trademark red as he charged up an energy blast, shooting it off at this universe’s Michael. The archangel grunted and recoiled, caught briefly by surprise before smirking and firing back two blasts of his own. Unprepared, Lucifer took the blasts full-on groaning and falling to the ground unconscious.

Prepared to turn on Sam and Dean, Michael stopped in surprise. “Can it be? Gabriel?”

Gabriel paused, taking a moment to look at Sam. He had promised Rowena that they would both come back safe. But right now, seeing how easily this faux Michael took down Lucifer, there was no choice. “Go. I can buy some time.”

“Gabriel, don’t.” Sam pleaded, his voice cracking; the words too much and too late.

“All I did on Earth was run.” Gabriel looked to Dean, hoping the older Winchester would get the younger out of there. “I’m not running anymore.” He turned away from the brothers and walked towards Michael. He paused and turned back when he didn’t hear them moving. “GO!”

Dean grabbed Sam and started pulling him towards the portal. Gabriel could hear Sam struggling against his older brother and yelling at him to let him go. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before sliding out his blade. He lunged in a thrust that Michael easily parried before surprising his not-older-brother with a left hook. 

Michael smiled viciously, finding thrill and play in the fight, and swung in with precision that Gabriel barely had time to deflect. Please let them have gotten through. Please let Sam be okay without me. Gabriel prayed, not knowing if his dad was even listening. He blocked another blow from Michael before risking a look back towards the portal. There was no sign of either brother. Gabriel let out a sigh, his shoulders untensing, knowing that they got away.

“Gabriel!”

The archangel turned back towards Michael, Sam’s voice coming from between them. “Sam!?” A wet, sick, schlink of a blade sinking into flesh all but ripped his grace from him. “SAM! NO!” Fury tore through Gabriel’s veins as he charged an energy bolt, sending it at the opposing archangel. Michael went flying, landing against the escape bus and landing in a heap.

“I told you to leave.” Gabriel fell to his knees next to Sam, fighting back the tears. “DEAN!” He carefully took off Sam’s backpack and handed it to Dean before scooping Sam up into his arms. “You two were supposed to get out of here.”

“Right. You think I’d leave Cas behind? Like Sam would ever leave you behind, pissed or not.” Dean started rushing back to the portal. “Let’s go before Humpty and Dumpty get up.”

Gabriel cradled Sam to his chest, despite the significant size difference, carrying him back up the small hill to the portal. Dean waited, making sure that Gabriel got through the portal with Sam first, before stepping through himself. 

“Rowena!” Dean called. “Slam it shut! Cas, go with Gabe to the infirmary, now!”

Gabriel didn’t wait around to hear the cheers of celebration. He bolted past the refugees and through the library, chasing after Cas. His brother slammed into the door, shoving it and holding it open. Gabriel carefully carried Sam down the stairs and laid him on the undersized bed. “Cassie, I need you to do the first heal.”

Cas tilted his head in confusion, squinting but listening to his brother’s request. He held his hands over Sam’s weeping wound, and released his grace, weaving together the torn skin and flesh. Once the injury was closed, and the bleeding stopped, Cas stepped back, exhausted. “Gabriel, why was Sam’s body fighting against healing?”

Gabriel placed his hand on Cas’ head, rejuvenating him as he ruffled his hair. “That’s what happens when someone is kebab’d by an archangel blade. Dad kinda made it so we wouldn’t want to fight each other. Archangels can’t heal damage from our own weapons. Fun times.” Gabriel frowned at the unconscious Winchester. “Sam would’ve died if I tried to heal him.”

Dean and Rowena entered the infirmary, Dean standing back at the landing while Rowena rushed forward. Cas stepped back, letting the petite redhead get close to the resting Sam. “I’ve done everything I can.” Cas nodded at Rowena before heading to join Dean.

“Ye promised ye’d come back safe, Gabriel. Ye and Samuel, both. What happened?” Rowena sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through Sam’s hair. “Mo dharach, what did ye do?”

“He kept Michael from stabbing me.” Gabriel hung his head in shame. “I said I would face Michael to buy him and Dean time to get out and for you to close the portal. Dean tried to get Sam to leave, but…” Gabriel’s voice trailed off.

“Like I said, Gabe,” Dean responded from his spot at the top of the stairs, Cas holding his hand, “Like Sam would ever let you stay behind.”

“Yeah, but he could come back, fix things with Rowena. I’d be out of the picture again.” Gabriel snapped. “Don’t think I don’t know why he was ignoring me and trying to get away from me, Dean.”

“Well, honestly, I don’t think any of us wanted to walk in on you two getting your groove on.”

“Dean.” Cas cautioned.

Dean shook his head. “No, he brought it up, I’m going to make sure he knows he’s right.”

“Enough, all of ye.” Rowena stood up and hugged Gabriel. “It’ll be alrigh’, mo shaoradh.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms around the petite witch, letting out a small sob.

“Are you kidding me?” A weak voice called from the bed. “You have to do that right there?”

Both Rowena and Gabriel whipped around and looked at the bed. Sam was struggling to push himself up to a sitting position, causing Dean to rush down the stairs. Sam looked at both of them, pain and anger welling up in his eyes. 

“Get the hell out of here.”

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Two broken hearts, a man and a woman (Some big ol' Samuel Drake headcanon story)

A/N: I am not broken-hearted, don't take it as such. I don't even have a relationship and most likely a heart. This is for my dear friend who is through that shit. She asked for this, so I am only delivering.

Mood for this: Shallow and Always Remember Us This Way by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper, bcs I'm not over that fucking movie even after a month I've seen it.

❕If you're sensitive, be aware that this doesn't have a happy ending, alright?❕

Let's start from the begging, not from the end.

You haven't met by a coincidence, to be honest.

Your friends were far too clever for that (those little bitches).

You've been single for a long time and they were like:

"Ah, that Drake boyo is a dreamy one. Funny, charming, nice..."

"Shut up, Carmen. Not interested."

But they didn't listen tho. They arranged a concert of some not-so-known couple in a pub near to your home. So you couldn't say that I can't come bcs I would get home late and I'm actually working, Carmen, one of us must be the adult one, ya know?. Sly foxes, those friends of yours.

And then, all of a sudden, there that man was.

Maybe he was a bit too much older for you. Maybe more experienced. Maybe more sympathetic than you were. But that was something that attracted you to him.

He told you that his name is Sam, but a sweet little princess like you can call him Sammy. (And you chuckled, didn't you? Don't lie to me. I heard you.)

So you sat on those bar stools, drank beer and listened to those sweet ballads that were sung by the couple for the other one.

"They're kinda sweet, I'm not gonna lie," he said.

"Yeah. I feel how I am melting because of their love."

He was drinking beer in a sexy manner as well as he was smoking his cigarettes. You didn't mind that he's a smoker, because one of your exes was. He spoke in a sexy manner... Girl, you were into him big time.

Carmen was right apparently.

He walked with you to your home, covering you in his denim jacket, because it was raining heavily. You laughed and run through the streets, laughing like two children.

That's when you told yourself that you didn't see him for the last time.

And fuck, that kiss at your door. He held your face in his palms tightly as he tried to make-out, your breath away. Your tongues danced in a weird manner because it was your first kiss.

You had to learn a lot of things about each other. How to kiss each other, how to make him laugh, his routines and strange addictions and so on.

At the end of that kiss, you both laughed as crazy and you actually rose your hands up and danced and sang in the rain.

Your old neighbor wasn't glad.

"Can I see you again, miss Y/N?"

"I think I can arrange that, somehow. You know, I have a lot of work and I am a bit busy these days."

"So you're a busy and a bossy woman, I see. I kinda am into that, just to let you know."

"Go!" You cried out, laughing. He was unbelievable. "Go or you'll miss your bus."

Later you realized that you kept his jacket.

And you smelled to it all night long, even tho it was so wet that water was dripping from it.

And so, you were falling in love again. And it felt so good.

He was really funny and charming. And even tho he looked like the biggest womanizer of them all, he was actually a sensitive and romantic soul.

Him playing on guitar for was a sure thing. (Maan, just imagine him singing Shallow for you as if it was meant to be sung only for you... Gee.

His voice mesmerized you and you always curled up into a ball when he started to sing, smiling at him and running fingers through your hair. Your eyes were shining as you watched his fucking long fingers smoothing the guitar.

You had your spot under a tree on a cliff above the town, where you sat and sung because you thought that no-one will hear your terrible voice there; but to him, it was angelic.

He even sang a song that he wrote for you at that place for the first time. You cried like a little girl.

He bought you a bouquet of flowers for every chance he got. Your birthday? Yep. Your name day? Of course. Something big happened at work? A beautiful bouquet of sunflowers was a sure thing. When he couldn't think about anything else than you? Expect some delivery service dropping off flowers at your door.

When he felt like it, he cooked for you.

He must help your hand every time you were out in public together.

Sometimes he disappeared for a month or two, because of his work, but you could expect some darn expensive stuff coming by mail almost every week. And a ton of calls and sweet texts, images of the surroundings... He couldn't think about anything but you. He was into you just as much as you were into him.

And his kisses were deeper and much sweeter when he got home.

You guys moved together after a year of dating (Camila yelled Finally! when you told her.)

He had a lot of things and even though you joked that maybe he'll have to throw out a lot of them because you hadn't the space for that, it finally felt like home. You weren't alone at all and it felt right.

He tidied up after himself, his clothes were neat and he was the dishwasher of your home. Those were the ground rules.

Only after he moved in, you started to make love to each other.

He didn't want to rush at all. Just... When you felt like sleeping with him, then you two started to love each other physically.

He was a really tender lover per se. He was ghosting over your skin when there was a rainy night and you two couldn't fall asleep. He loved to kiss you gently on those sweet spots on your chin and shoulders.

Most of the times, you were the one touching the stars in the end, because he lived for the sight of your body trembling and your lips whispering his name like if you were praying to god.

But when you felt like, he was into everything you wanted. When you were curious and wanted to try something new? Let's do it!

First I love you came about after a year and a half of your dating.

You were just sitting on your balcony, playing with your hair and reading a book when he came with an ice-cream in his hands, slowly licking it from his spoon.

"I am in love with you," he said and you shot your look at him with your opened as if you misheard what he said. You loved him as well, sure thing. It could be felt within your touches and laugh, he was making you happy. You felt like if you were flying in the clouds when you were with him. "You know that, right?"

"Samuel, I-I... I love you as well, hope that you're aware of that, baby."

"Lovely!" He exclaimed as if it was one thing off the list and even tho you saw the joy in his eyes. He couldn't be more excited and the joy just brightened him up instantly. "You up for some Brooklyn Nine-Nine?"

"Sure thing."

You two were something that everyone wants to find in their lives.

You were the funny and dork couple who laughed and joked around a lot, but even tho, could be seen that you're so madly in love that nothing else mattered when you were together. He was caring and you were empathic, he had a lot of crazy ideas and you just agreed. It was like if you were just made for each other.

Almost every one of your friends loved to spend evenings with you two. You even weren't that much of kisses and touches in front of people, you kissed only once a time and he was hugging your shoulder, that was the most intimate you got in society, leaving the rest to your flat.

Maybe you were the favorite couple because you didn't make others awkward. Who knows?

If I say that his family loved you, then I'll not be using the right words. They adored you.

Especially his younger brother Nate, who was still a lot older than you, and his niece Cassie, who even started to sleep over at your place.

He played with her on a knight who killed dragons and sometimes they were pirates.

He kissed you a lot when they were running through your place and Cassie was yelling her lungs out.

"Let that innocent woman be, you dirty dog!" Cassie yelled at him a shoved the tip of her wooden sword to Samuel's leg as he was hugging your waist, kissing your neck and whispering you about how you two will be playing when the night comes and Cassie finally falls asleep. You were laughing and that made his heart jump happily.

"Oy, I can't, I think she's that red big X on my map."

"Let her be, you sea rat!"

"Cassie, for a British soldier, you know a bit too much of pirates' slang."

Nathan became your best friend more than a brother-in-law. He was more of an outside person, more than Samuel - the couch person, so Nate took you on trips on the bike, roller skates, hiking and visiting some old places. His wife Elena usually went as well; you let Cassie on Samuel's neck.

But he was totally ok with it.

On your second anniversary, he took you to the pub where you met - and this time, you were the couple who was singing. He played his guitar and you were shy from the start - but you totally rocked in the end. (YOU DEFINITELY SANG SHALLOW.)

And since then, they let you sing there every month. You built a friendship with the workers who were there and this pub became your all-time favorite.

Around seven months later, he started to act weird. He didn't look as happy as always, he was working a bit too much, leaving early and coming back late in the night.

So one night you have just waited for him:

"What's happening with us? Are you tired of me? Are you tired of this? Of us? Speak up your colors, Samuel Drake."

"Y/N, are you even listening to yourself? What's gotten into you?"

"You tell me, you aren't at home all the time, you stopped calling me during the day, you pretty much don't cook, I feel like I'm living here all alone. You just come home at night, you let me suck your dick and then you go to sleep - and then repeat."

"Y/N," he inhaled slowly and sat on the opposite side of your table, taking your hand in his and looking directly at you. Your stomach shrank and you were about to cry because of how afraid you were. "I was just wondering about something and you don't have to be afraid at all. I love you, you remember? Good. We know each other for almost three years now, but it feels like forever. I want you to become one of the Drake's, to be mine, to become my wife."

And so you were engaged all of a sudden. You couldn't feel happier, you loved that man, cared for him deeply and there was no one more important than him.

And he felt the same way as well. He was sure that you were the woman who he was searching for all the time. He was sure of it. He knew it. You were the first thing he saw in the morning and the last person on his mind every day of his life with you. He wasn't sure if you would agree and he was so worried that you wouldn't that he couldn't be at home - but it was alright after that.

He bought you a beautiful diamond ring which suited your hand as no one before you.

All got into the same point you were before - but now, he was your fiancé.

Life felt the same, loving and sunny, but the wedding was quickly approaching.

Then it started - his alcohol addiction.

You told yourself that it is a phase because he was a free man; that he must've been nervous because he was about to become only yours. You told yourself it was pre-wedding stress.

But it was way worse when you started to prepare the details of your big day (dress, theme and the church was already booked) and you prepared it with Nathan because Samuel was constantly almost poisoned with alcohol.

He woked you up in the middle of nights because he wasn't even able to go home on his own feet.

You sat next to him, holding his hand and smiling at him, helping him to vomit, cleaning his face with a wet towel, hoping that it'll be over soon.

You were seriously in love with him even after all the drunk escapades he had and after all that public humiliation he caused you. You were blind, so blind.

About your wedding day - it was a catastrophe. He didn't even come and you became one of the brides, who were left in the church all alone only to cry their eyes out.

You couldn't find him after that, running the downtown in those snow white princess dress with your make up smudged. You were crying all the way home - and he sat there on the bed with his face in his hands and completely red eyes.

Nathan just nodded at you, mimicked that he'll be behind the door just in case that Samuel even started to take some drugs.

"You stupid, selfish, ignorant cock. You left me there, waiting for you two hour in front of that dumb altar and crying my eyes out. Where, for fuck's sake, have you even been?!" You yelled at him, throwing the bouquet of white roses to the corner. He looked at you, looking like a kicked dog with eyes red from crying, a hand in front of his mouth.

"I think that we have to talk, princess," Samuel smiled at you sadly and he was about to cry again. He was even sober and you almost couldn't believe your eyes.

"I'm listening, my love," you kneeled in front of him and you smoothed his chin in a gentle manner. Your heart pounded heavily as you were afraid of what he's about to say.

"I didn't come today, because of one reason. I think that you don't need a selfish, idiotic, ignorant utter cock in your life. I'm sure of it. You're a perfect woman who is funny, lovely, so hot and so intelligent it isn't even possible and I don't want you to waste your life with a dick like me. You shouldn't be kneeling, because you're not going to like the things that I'm about to tell you, lovely floweret," he stood up and left you on the ground as you started crying like a child.

"Samuel, what's wrong? I love you so much, are you even aware of that? Now you are scaring the living hell out of me." You whispered in a broken voice as you watched his back. He always smiled at this - but not this time.

"The problem is that I am completely aware of your love for me, Y/N. And I just can't live with it anymore, I can't live with myself when I am lying to the woman whom I love," he took a glass and smashed it on the ground. "The truth is that I fucked and I am fucking another woman. I swear to you that it is not emotional, at least not for me. We fucked once a few days before I decided to make you mine and mine only. But now... She's pregnant." He smoothed his face and you stopped crying. You weren't even breathing. You were shocked as you tore the dress from your body, you threw the high heels far away and you put on some old shirt, you didn't know if it's his or yours and jeans, leaving immediately.

What hurt the most? He didn't try to stop you. He didn't run after you. He wasn't calling your name. He hasn't done a single thing.

He knew he fucked up so much that you were not able to ever forgive him. He dug is own grave when he let that bitch lure him into her bed and that pregnancy? That was the last inch before falling off the cliff.

And he hoped that the alcohol will scare you away. But you stayed even tho because you were just so pure and so in love.

So he had to break your heart ultimately for you to realize that he is a selfish dick who just poisoned you and with whom you lost almost three years.

You run away that evening to the woods even tho it was raining, still having that beautiful braid on, sitting under a tree and looked over the town, crying your eyes out.

Sully nor Nathan couldn't find you, because that was your place; now it was only yours.

You came to Nate's place when it was midnight, almost froze out because of the rain, you slept in the living room, quietly kissing the engagement ring and slowly drown in the pain.

The other day you went to your place - and he was already gone. His things all gone- from his toothbrush to his trainers. Only the smell indicated that he visited that place. You just stood there and cried to your very own palms.

You were all alone again. That flat felt empty and you did as well. For a solid week, you didn't leave it, just laying in your bad, eating sweets and watched some romcoms.

Carmen and Nathan took care of you and they promised it will be better with time, which you didn't believe. You felt like shit.

But after a month or two... Your life was back on and you were able to talk and smile, even tho your heart hurt still. But you slowly started meeting new people, new places, you slowly became a normal human being again, still wearing that ring, only wore him on your right hand.

You didn't love him anymore, but it kept sweet memories, just as your photo collection you loved so much. You and Nate went through it a dozen of times when all of it happened six months ago. He was your love for three years, maybe he was the love of your life. You had some fond memories with him which made you laugh.

The baby wasn't his in the end. It was some black-skinned senator and she just wanted Samuel to be to one bcs the senator did not want to be seen with her or his child.

You didn't have any relationship ever since you just wanted to be free and careless.

When a year passes by, you were a new woman. You changed your hair by cutting it down, you completely changed your wardrobe to more racy and tight, squeezing your body right and you exercised a lot. You felt as good as never before.

And somehow, you found yourself in the pub. I mean, THE PUB. You didn't even realize, but Carmen knew. It brought only the best memories and Carmen cracked when you tell them to her.

All of a sudden you felt guitar movements so crawled under your skin, that you wouldn't change it with anyone else's style of plucking. Carmen knew all along because he never stopped the monthly visits.

He looked like a broken man, with his thick beard and long hair. He had some silver in it. He aged almost ten years since you broke up. You weren't disgusted, he looked sexy even after all of that, but you felt pity in your heart.

And then he plucked the right strings and your world stopped. You looked at him, almost freaked out, without breath and you felt your heart pounding happily. He closed his eyes and sung that duet from that Bradley Cooper movie he loved. You always sang it together. So you smiled, even more, got up and went to him.

You smiled at the faces you known a year ago, and they even had a problem recognizing you with such short hair. You looked like someone else. But as soon as they figured it out, everyone started clapping a whistling loudly, which made Samuel get from his inner space as he watched the high heels on your legs.

You smiled to your hand and waved at everyone, looking at Samuel after that. He stopped playing, putting the guitar aside and inviting you with his look.

So you sat on his knee as you always did, hugging his shoulder tight and smiling as your mood slowly lowered to a romantic one. You put your right hand on his messy beard as you supported guitar with your thigh and started to sing her part as he started playing.

It was very intense. You held him like a lover holds lover, your stare didn't leave his the whole time and his body felt hot as his dick got completely hard because of your presence. You still did some magic to him.

You almost kissed Samuel when he was playing the last chords like you always did before. But you stopped a few centimeters from his lips as you felt the beard scratching them. Instead of that you smiled lazily, lowered his head with your palm and you let your lips kiss his forehead as he gracefully leaned into your body. It was almost like if he dies and God let him to heaven. Everyone was almost crying because you hugged him tightly, you played with his hair and then he kissed your long and beautiful neck as thanks.

But you were his heaven. Heaven that forbidden entrance for him.

There was no need for words after that as you smiled and stood up from his lap. You smoothed his hair behind his ear and smiled, opening his hand for you.

You slowly got the engagement ring off your hand and gave it to him, slowly closing his palm. Then you walked away. And he felt like everything ended.

But then you looked at him again when you were leaving with Carmen and he knew the language your eyes spoke.

Maybe you damned and you'll never be able to love him again. Maybe he fucked it up too much. Maybe this was the end.

But you encouraged him with a witty smile and shining eyes because you felt that connection when you sang as well as he did.

So he kissed that ring and hid it on a safe place, thinking about his next move.