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insert-witty-user-name-here · 2 years

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Unconventional writer ask game: my answers

Thanks to @knuckleslove for this fun game. Thank you @queen-of-meows @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five and @lgwilt for the tag! I feel so honored to be thought of by amazing authors such as yourselves! Here are my answers. (and I hope you all tag me in your answers so I can read about your writing process)

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Honestly as long as I can remember I’ve been writing drabbles and outlines. But last year was the first time I ever completed and published anything.

Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

Hm… I know my favorite themes are those surrounding love and hope.

Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.

Lol idk about a favorite. Run-on sentences are my baseline though. Here's one from Between the Golden Arches. I definitely cheat grammatically by adding in periods when technically I shouldn't.

Loki had seen and been with many men in his lifetime. Men in various states of dress, in various positions. But for reasons beyond his immortal comprehension, this man, in his ill-fitting suit, boring blue dress shirt, and only slightly above mediocre forearms, was going to be the death of him.

Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

As much as I want Lokius to be canon, I think if I were to choose any scene from one of my fics to be in Season 2 it would be the scene where Loki meets Sylvie’s younger self, Princess Loki who has no fear transforming into her Jotun form.

Loki did a lot of changing and growing in the Loki series but an area still left unexplored is his deeply internalized hatred of his Jotun heritage. I’d like to see that addressed next season.

Passage at the end of this post (I couldn't cut it down- I love it too much). This scene is from the end of Rising From the Ashes.

What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?

I really love writing inside jokes or light banter between characters. I also really love when you can see one character taking on traits or habits of another character, showing their impact on one another.

Do you have a hyper-specific genre?/ Any personal or frequently used tags?

"Slow Burn" specifically "slowest of burns because lots of individual character growth needed" and "Idiots in Love"

Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

I do enjoy how I wrote Thor and Sylvie meeting in Here.

“Lady Loki-” “It’s Sylvie,” Sylvie corrected. “Oh, of course, Lady Sylvie.” “No. It’s Sylvie. Just Sylvie.” “My apologies.” Thor grabbed Sylvie by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “Sylvie the Just, it is indeed a great honor to meet you.”

Best editing tip?

Read your own stuff as a reader. Once I get my fics to a place where I’m not actively cringing I like to put the editing pen away and read as a reader. Purely reading allows me to notice frequently used words, pacing issues, repeated sentence structure, etc. I don't notice those things if I'm solely focused on editing individual sentences.

What drives you to write?

My favorite stories are the ones where I learn (or am reminded of) something about myself as I watch the character struggle to overcome their internal hurdles.

I strive to do the same in my stories. To tell a story that’s deeply resonate and reminds us all about the importance of hope, love, and growth.

Where do you draw inspiration?

Music. I listen to a lot of music.

What is your biggest challenge in writing?

Not giving up during that first round of editing. No matter how many times I’ve written something that ends up being something I’m proud of whenever I read a first draft of a new story I get that ugly voice that says “ah-ha so I am a fraud. I knew it. All those other stories were lucky coincidences. I actually can’t write and this is terrible.” Which just isn’t true lol.

Luckily, I know this and move past it. All part of the writing ✨ process ✨

What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Happiness EXPLOSION in my brain. And then I’m smiling about those kind words all day. I want to print each one out and put it on my wall.

1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

From the final chapter of Becoming His Mobius (posting Sunday)

A horn from a commuter train sounded outside the window. Mobius glanced at the clock beside Loki’s bed. It was later than when he normally woke up, mid-morning instead of the crack of dawn. He shifted and rolled his shoulder slightly. It was mostly healed but there was still a bit of lingering pain. He must have slept on it wrong. Loki sleeping atop him probably didn’t help but Mobius didn’t mind. He could handle a little pain. Loki stirred slightly at Mobius’ movement. “Mobius,” the god grumbled, tightening his arms around the TVA agent, “for once in your life please sleep in. We almost died last night. Surely that has earned us a bit of a respite.”

What story or scene are you most proud of?

Rising From the Ashes. I've been writing my entire life but this was the first story I have ever seen through to the end. Writing it allowed me to prove to myself that I could write and finish something I was comfortable sharing with the world. It will always have the most special place in my heart.

Thanks again for the tags! Also tagging my dear Lokius friends @mimisempai @loki-is-my-kink-awakening. It's been a joy to see some of your answers and reminisce about your beautiful stories and hope to read about your answers too @rins-love-wins

Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS cont: Loki meeting Princess Loki

The young Sylvie looked at her older self again and let out an exasperated sigh before she changed right before Loki’s eyes. They told me I was adopted. The princess’ pale skin transformed to the bright blue of the Jotun, white markings etched across her face and arms. Her red Frost Giant eyes found Loki’s and she smiled cheekily. Those eyes. Loki couldn’t suppress a small gasp. Loki had always been silently grateful his body was an illusion he hadn’t figured out how to break. Loki didn’t want to look down and see that blue skin tainting his own, those red eyes staring back at him in the mirror. Loki hated this form, his true self. This form showed him what he had always believed to be true. He was the monster parents told their children about at night. Every child of Asgard lived in fear of seeing those bright red Frost Giant eyes descend upon them in the dark. They were the eyes of demons, angry and evil. And yet, looking into Princess Loki’s red Frost Giant eyes, Loki saw none of that. He saw a cheerful, intelligent, kind, if a bit mischievous child. Loki was struck once again by how similar those eyes were to Sylvie’s, how similar they were to his own. In this child’s eyes, he saw the eyes of a hero, of a warrior. He saw eyes worthy of a Princess of Asgard.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

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stomp-that-ho-regard · 4 years

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Retcon

noun

(in a film, television series, or other fictional work) a piece of new information that imposes a different interpretation on previously described events, typically used to facilitate a dramatic plot shift or account for an inconsistency.

verb

revise (an aspect of a fictional work) retrospectively, typically by introducing a piece of new information that imposes a different interpretation on previously described events.

Retroactive Continuity

Reframing past events to serve a current plot need. [...] In its most basic form, this is any plot point that was not intended from the beginning. [...]

Post-hiatus C2, and the Great Retcon...

(The retconning really started with the playlists, but we’ll come back to those.)

First, some context:

SDCC (July ‘18) - Marisha was asked directly about Beau and Yasha and if she and Ashley had discussed it. “After the first few times that I kinda put the moves on her, we were at break, and I could sense that Ashley was wanting to ask me something. And she was like, ‘Hey, I’m just curious... is Beau- ’ And at that exact moment someone’s like, ‘Yo Ashley! We gotta go! We gotta get on stage!’ And I was like, ‘Bye!’” Then Brian asked, “And you haven’t had a further conversation about it?” Marisha said, “Nope!”

(Seven months into the campaign, and no discussions. Hmm.)

NYCC (Oct. ‘18) - Marisha was asked about who would Beau get flustered over if they ever flirted back, and yes, she said Yasha and laughed, but then said, “It’s like throwing pebbles at a brick wall.” Meaning, she was putting stuff out there and not getting anything back. (And, she really wasn’t. I still remember when a major portion of the fandom, including the diehard shippers [of which I was one at the time], weren’t sure if Ashley was even interested in this. More than that, it wasn’t until the Zuala reveal, that the fandom and the players found out for certain that Yasha was actually into women.)

(To me, Marisha’s answer here also suggests that at this point, there were still no discussions.)

Talks Machina for ep61 (May ‘19) - Marisha was asked ‘What was going through Beau's mind when Yasha revealed her past with Zuala? Has this changed any feelings Beau might have? Or has Beau's character growth allowed her to mature a little more with regards to her feelings about Yasha?’ Which Marisha instantly pegged as a shipping question. And she said, “I’m trying to figure out a way to answer this to not ruin everyone’s internal canon, in their brains. I don’t want people to overestimate Beau’s intentions towards Yasha. But then also, is that on me? Have I been leading everybody on?”

So, you had all of that, all the way up to ep61.

None of this indicates that ‘it’s been happening since ep1′ or that it’s ‘the slowest of slow burns.’ In fact, it shuts that down completely.

Moving forward to the Beau and Fjord convo (ep108)...

Marisha suddenly having Beau say “There was something about Yasha from the moment that I saw her”. She’s retrospectively attempting to give that moment more weight, when (based on the examples above) we know that the over-the-top flirting was just for fun. And truthfully, she really wasn’t flirting with Yasha any differently than she was flirting with any hot female NPC the party crossed paths with.

And now it’s clear that that one line she said is the reason why BY shippers have suddenly clung on to the idea that “It’s been happening since episode one! SLOooOowBuUuuUrn!!!!!” when its clear that it was not planned. (Not before the hiatus-from-hell, anyway.)

Then Marisha having Beau go from describing Jester as “She's fun. She makes me laugh. I like her ridiculous plans. I think she's complicated and layered.” to “It’s easy to lust after her”. I’ll direct you to Talks for ep85. After Marisha had mentioned that it was a bunch of little things that build, and then pinpointed a few of them, Brian tried to make a joke and said “So you’re saying it’s been more a series, than just one moment that you can point to and say ‘It was right here when I went, let’s fuck!’” Marisha specifically countered that with “It’s not even about 'let’s fuck’. It’s nothing sexual in this case.” (Having her backpedal on this so heavily was such a huge gut punch and was the thing that wholly soured everything for me.)

There were so many better, more delicate ways Marisha could’ve had Beau examine/come to grips with her feelings for both women, but all the reduction and saying they were ‘transferable’ was nothing short of insulting.

On that same Talks episode, Marisha also said this: “Going into this campaign all of us were like, ‘No relationships!’ I didn’t want it! I didn’t ask for this!”, while smiling. What this shows me is that she was thinking of a relationship in regards to Beau’s feelings for Jester. As if she was maybe even anticipating this culminating into something? Why even mention relationships at all if this was nothing serious and was always meant to fall by the wayside?

Brian then followed up with, “In my opinion, as a viewer, Beau’s someone who seems to be on the search for innocence. Whether innocence lost or just innocence in general. And to me it makes sense that you would be attracted to someone who exudes genuine and sort of intrinsic innocence.” Marisha replied with “Fairly astute.”

The next question was, ‘Beau has taken a pretty casual, no-strings-attached approach toward sex and relationships so far. How do her feelings for Jester compare to her previous romantic flings?’ Marisha answered immediately and very seriously with, “Noncomparable. It’s more than that.” She wasn’t playing coy and it didn’t take her a century to find the words. She didn’t even have to think about it. Succinct and direct.

How did all of that ‘organically’ disappear completely, after only 14 episodes?

(Everything felt more genuine back then, because it seemed like Marisha was going where the character was taking her, and not where she thought the character should be going.)

Post-hiatus, everyone and their mother are acting like BY is some epic romance-of-the-ages that was all mapped out, and like Beau having feelings for Jester was just some sort of temporary curveball. That Beau was confused, or was just missing Yasha and projected onto Jester.

That’s really fucked up no matter how you try to justify it. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen another piece of media backpedal this hard, and this callously.

None of that squares with what we were shown or with what we were told. Until, everybody made a hard pivot and now they've done (and continue to) do everything they can to rewrite campaign history, even though we have plenty of footage that contradicts the new ‘company line’.

Now, where the retconning truly began, with the playlists...

Remember the first round of playlists? Those were released randomly, whenever the cast felt like posting them. I also don’t remember there being announcements every time one came out either.

This time though, they had a fixed schedule, complete with official twitter announcements. As they started to just get back into the swing of things, Yasha’s playlist was released right after the first episode back.

So, right out of the gate, they had to make sure they started to drill home a certain mindset for viewers. That’s why Yasha had a song called ‘Let Me Hold You’. (Lo and behold, a few episodes in, Beau randomly asks Yasha to hold her.) A few weeks later, Beau’s playlist was released, and there was a song with the caption saying ‘Ultimately, all she really wants is someone to hold, and someone to hold her’. (But sure, no planning here! The wording is just a total coincidence, folks!)

The other song, directly about Yasha, mentions ‘a crush forged in battle’ (ok), and ‘awkward flirtations’ (???). Yasha never openly flirted with Beau before the hiatus, until maybe right after the Obann arc, in a very vague way.

On Beau’s playlist, there’s nothing about Jester. The one track that mentions her is actually about Artagan. Which, after all they’ve been through together, is fucking ridiculous no matter how you slice it.

In addition to that, Marisha had made Beau’s time in Kamordah (ep92/e93), and the incidents with her family and the Hag, about the group now, not about Jester, fully contradicting her own reiterated words that ‘Jester saved Beau’.

When Beau was talking to her dad, reverting back to her old self and getting all riled up, Jester helped her in that moment, and saved her. Yes, the group was very supportive, and yes, Yasha said something to him before they left the house (that Beau was out of earshot for by the way), but Jester was Beau’s rock throughout that whole thing.

With the Hag, when the group was having a hard time coming up with a solution, and they realized they might actually lose Beau, Jester stepped up and took control of the situation. She, single-handedly, saved Beau/the group from the Hag. And with that, Jester also became Beau’s hero.

In both instances, Marisha thanked Laura/Jester. First on Talks for ep92 with both of them on it. She reiterated, “You saved me. You saved Beau.” Then on Twitter after ep93 with, “Still processing last night. Saved by a cupcake? Eh - saved by @LauraBaileyVO ... again.”

But now suddenly, it’s the group. Just the group?

Now, don’t get me wrong. The entire party showing Beau support was incredibly important. The M9 showed her that they value her, that she’s important to them. It solidified the theme of ‘found family’, which was beautiful. But, to not also highlight how crucial Jester was in all of this, after making such a big deal about it?

That is very deliberate retconning of some hugely important, highly emotional moments for Beau that directly involved Jester.

Any of Beau’s organic and genuine connection with Jester (which encompasses their deep friendship as well as Beau’s romantic feelings) has been massively reduced (and now erased), specifically to prop up a supposed ‘deep’ connection with someone else that was barely ever there, is still barely there, and has no actual depth at all.

Case in point, the BY date (ep126) showcased this fact to the most extreme degree...

Yasha’s infamous line: “I fell in love with you in Kamordah.” So, Yasha literally watched Beau relive her childhood trauma, and caught feelings during it. I’m not wrong in thinking that that’s just a little disturbing, am I? Also, if that’s the moment she supposedly fell for her, why did she not offer her any form of help? I mean, besides that one sweet moment with TJ, the entire time Beau was in Kamordah, she was the most broken down she’d ever been and needed some real comfort, which is something Yasha did not give her. (Jester did though. In spades.)

So, on multiple levels, this seems highly out-of-place.

Several people have said that that line was not thought through. In my opinion, it actually was thought through and was only said specifically to have viewers completely dismiss everything else that happened in the Kamordah episodes. Despite the FACT that Beau and Yasha barely interacted during those episodes, they have now stripped down the party’s experience there, and twisted it into a giant BY shipping moment. (Further feeding into the retcon.)

Their ‘trip down memory lane’ was laughable. Most of the things that were mentioned, Yasha wasn’t even around for.

Gee, remember when the cast was actually good at separating what they knew from what their character knew? When you start injecting what you know into your character (who isn’t supposed to know, because they literally were not physically there), you are metagaming.

The entire date was one big metagaming bonanza. And it had to be, or else they would’ve had nothing to talk about. There is not one thing they have to call their own. To people who don’t have BY tunnel vision, it was made glaringly obvious that they have nothing in common and their dynamic is fairly shallow. Meanwhile, the rest of the cast are sitting there watching this unfold, smiling and nodding along as if it all makes perfect sense and isn’t utterly ridiculous. (And I’m sitting here wondering when I got shunted into the Twilight Zone.)

The shallowness holds true for FJ as well. Aside from both of them being from the Menagerie Coast, what exactly do they have in common?

While Fjord has grown as a character, as far as Jester goes, he still does not seem to have the capacity to fully understand her as a person, or fully respect her abilities/emotional strength/intelligence. He doubted her often, which led to Jester getting irritated with him several times over the course of at least the last third of the pre-hiatus episodes. He even continued to doubt her judgment (in regards to the Traveler) in the post-hiatus Rumblecusp episodes. But hey, they’ve kissed now (ep118) so all of that gets wiped clean, and he’s being touted as her ultimate romantic soulmate who’s oh-so-perfect for her.

For fuck’s sake, why does that sound like something pulled right out of a CW show?

(I'm convinced that the only reason FJ is ‘popular’ is because the shippers have projected Travis and Laura’s real-life marriage onto the characters. If Fjord and Jester were played by different people, or Travis and Laura were not together, people would realize how paper-thin and half-assed this pairing is and hardly anyone would care about it.)

Beau and Jester had developed the deepest, most genuine friendship and overall dynamic in the entire party, that should have absolutely been given the chance to be explored further. They constructed a pretty solid foundation that could have easily been built upon, and the fact that it’s been unceremoniously pulverized and snuffed out in favor of such overwhelming tepidity and flavorlessness will never not infuriate me.

Finally, to finish this off, I will say with my whole chest, that that is one of many nasty, rotten patterns that I’ve seen far too much of in all kinds of scripted media, which is...

Not wanting to commit to the thing that’s actually growing organically, because it’ll ruffle too many feathers. It’s too inconvenient. It gets in the way. Because of course, nobody wants to do that. Nobody wants to take a risk, or you know, actually follow where the natural fucking chemistry is taking you. Of course not! Heaven forbid, we go down a different road! You have to go with what’s ‘expected’, no matter what, at the great expense of something new that’s come along that’s clearly better. Even when what’s expected is hollow as fuck and doesn’t make sense anymore, because characters have grown and dynamics have changed, they decide to dig their heels in with the most fanservice-y options instead.

Yet this is UNSCRIPTED media. A D&D campaign, that’s supposed to be mostly improvised. D&D, that’s all about taking chances/going with your gut/making bold choices/etc., from people who have claimed up and down that they “like to see things play out at the table”.

So why are those same disingenuous patterns being utilized here too?

One of the big reasons I got into CR was because I naively believed that because the format was different, that the storytelling would be different. I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about running into this nonsense here. That I wouldn’t have to worry about getting bullshitted, jerked around, and having my intelligence insulted left and right, but alas, here we are.

In conclusion... [TL;DR, kinda?]

Reframing past events (between B & J, and B & Y) to serve a current plot need (railroading BY):

Beau playlist ignores Jester’s importance to what transpired in Kamordah. (minimizing/erasure)

Beau playlist doesn’t acknowledge/hint at Beau’s feelings for Jester. (total erasure. could have at least included a song about feelings being lost, or being confused about feelings for a friend, but Marisha took the cowardly route, and didn’t bother mentioning it at all.)

Beau playlist claims that Beau and Yasha have both been flirting forever. (easily debunked by session footage.)

In her conversation with Fjord, Beau says, “There was something about Yasha from the moment I saw her”. (it was just about hooking up then, and stayed that way for a majority of the campaign. This line suggests that Beau has had ‘deeper feelings’ for and/or has been ‘in love’ with Yasha since the first episode, that this was all intentional build-up, which again, is easily debunked by session footage, panels, and TM.)

In her conversation with Fjord, Beau says, “It’s easy to lust after her.” (minimizing/erasure/twisting of Beau’s feelings for Jester, which Marisha had previously stated were ‘noncomparable’ , ‘more than that’, and that her attraction is ‘nothing sexual in this case.’)

This isn’t a fucking conspiracy theory. This is plain evidence of a planned retcon.

#op #super long post #uber rant #happy thursday! ;)#beaujester #i wrote this up back in december but didn't have the energy to finish it until now #it got longer as i went #guess i still have a lot of bitching left in me lol #that's what happens when you feel like you've been getting kicked in the teeth for nine months

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Loki and Letters - Runes and Symbols in the Loki Trailer (Pt.1)

I know I’m late, but life, amiright? Dad’s home from hospital now. Anyway, before Tumblr eats this post again, let’s get started with the official Loki trailer ‘new stuff noticed’ breakdown:

First off, you may remember my spiel about Kaunaz/Kenaz, the Loki Rune, from last time (which makes a few new appearances here). If you need a quick recap, that’s this one -

Also transformation, burns, ulcers, and the search for truth. All of which feels very relevant to Loki, no?

Well, looks like > has a friend this time - one that’s plastered all over the TVA.

And ENHANCE!

Say bonjour to Dagaz.

Thanks, RuneSecrets.com - maybe not my best source, but they do have such nice pictures.

Dagaz is the ‘Day Rune’ - it means Enlightenment, The Ideal, Paradox, Transformation - and Time. It is renewal, the promise of dawn after destruction. It is the transformation on one thing into its opposite, of female and male becoming one. It is Order. It is the ancestor to our letter ‘D’, which you can see if you hold up a mirror to a very spiky letter ‘D’.

It seems an appropriate rune for the TVA, with its emphasis on order, managing paradoxes, and of course, Time. It is also an interesting contrast and complement to Kaunaz/Kenaz. It also means transformation, but it comes from a place of balance and cycle, rather than Loki’s hunger and potentially dangerous fire. But like Kenaz means light, it means dawn, fitting with what we previously discussed about the apocalypse and Loki’s role in that.

But Otterskin, I hear you say, that’s not a rune - it’s just an hourglass.

Yes. Yes it is. Also that. Which we see everywhere, from logos to drawings in the TVA.

Even the V and A of their logo create an hourglass if you stacked them on top of each other. Obviously I think the hourglass is meant to be taken literally, as another form of a clock, which we also see plenty of (stay tuned for another post on their cute little mascot).

But unlike clocks, hourglasses must be reversed and inversed to keep time, essentially rewinding it over and over again. They are symmetrical, twin triangular chambers through which sand, representing time, falls.

How fun that the first footage we ever saw of this show should start with Loki falling into sand, then.

Sand. We hate it. It’s coarse, it’s rough, it gets everywhere. It shifts and is totally unreliable as a foundation on which to build anything. Nothing grows in a desert. It can be formed into structures like sand castles or concrete with a little work, but on its own? Sand isn’t something you want a lot of. It’s a symbol of death, as well as a keeper of time. We turn to dust when we die, and many afterlives are likened to deserts.

We see a lot of blighted, desert like locations in both trailers. A purple-lit quarry of stone. A concrete, deserted department store. Urban streets illuminated in red and orange. And so, so much fire. Very apocalyptic stuff. (Please see previous meanderings for what all that is about).

Obviously that is connected to Kaunaz, Loki’s Torch. Speaking of which - here are some new sightings of it in the wild.

We see two Kaunazes facing each other inside a diamond (which also creates two <> shapes) behind the running figure. Could be a coincidence, but we do also see...

...three kaunazes facing each other behind this fight scene in presumably the same location (neon lights).

My guess is that these symbols being in prominence indicates that some alternate Loki is in power in this world, or at least some destructive aspect of Kaunaz is. These are very fiery looking.

There is also a possibility that it is Jera, which is made out of two Kaunaz shapes.

Which also means time, specifically the passing of it - the orbit of the sun, the cycle of seasons, and it was believed this rune could be used to either slow or speed up time in spells.

I do seem a little caught up on these letters, don’t I? It’s a bit esoteric and very unlikely to play into the main plot, but as someone who comes at this series from a deep childhood love for Norse Myths, there’s a good reason for that. Runes are a huge part of the stories, even though, ironically, the versions we have today weren’t ever written in them. There’s also another reason - several times, we’ve been shown that letters are important to Loki. This is the Marvel Studios Title Card for it:

Hundreds of type faces of different letters from Loki’s name. And of course, the logo for the show itself, shifting and changing:

The word “rune” can mean ‘letter’ and ‘secret/mystery’. It’s believed that the use of runes allows one to actually influence and shape the forces they represent, as I mentioned with Jera. They are a form of magic.

Which is why Odin, God of Magic, sought them. One of the most important stories in Norse Myth is Odin’s quest to learn wisdom and the runes. This was when he famously hung himself on Yggdrasil and pierced himself with his own spear. There he hung for nine days and nine nights, in great anguish, staring down into the well of knowledge at the base of the tree. He learned nine spells in that time - and then perished on the ninth night, Walpurgis Night. With his death, it was said that the sun and all light died. Spirits crossed over into the land of the living and caused chaos, while magic everywhere strengthened beyond that which had ever been seen before.

It was said that only the dead could learn the secrets of the runes and the magic they could wield. The runes accepted Odin’s sacrifice and revealed themselves to him. Odin learned them all, and the powers that they both symbolized and embodied and controlled. At midnight on the day after, Odin used their power to return himself to life. He awoke with a terrible scream, driving back the spirits to their proper place and bringing back the sun.

Odin described this act as ‘sacrificing myself to myself’ - as if making an offering of Odin to Odin. The ultimate sacrifice.

So why this long-winded story about Odin, when the show is about Loki? Well, obviously, the MCU has had a history of taking traits from one and giving it to the other. Loki is Thor’s brother, not Odin’s blood brother. Loki left Asgard to wander the universe (however briefly), but we have not heard of Odin the great wanderer. Of course in mythology, they were also often conflated. Both are Gods of Magic, Gods of Stories (Odin of Poetry and Song, Loki of Lies). Both were considered to be ‘feminine men’ and outsiders to Asgard. Both were descended from Giants. Both were thought to be untrustworthy, both used trickery to solve their problems, both used disguises and many names as they sought meaning and entertainment across the realms. The MCU has thought to connect this as something Odin imprinted on Loki, intentionally or no, through a role as his father, rather than something they shared that brought them together as close friends.

The history of conflating Odin and Loki is already there. While I don’t think we’ll see Loki stab himself with a spear in a search for knowledge, I do think we might see some obscure nods to it, much like how Ragnarok had some deep cuts hidden amidst the fun.

The phrase ‘sacrificing myself to myself’ seems particularly relevant, especially as multiple Lokis seem to be in the cards. Hiddleston has recently said the show will be about his ‘many selves’, and I think that will be literal and figurative. Somehow, in some way, Loki will have to kill Loki to save Loki. A sacrifice of Loki to Loki. A gaining of knowledge and truth, such as Kenaz seeks. Not to mention an overcoming of death, which Loki is well experienced in. There’s also the matter of Odin ‘bringing back the dawn’ with his resurrection, which Dagaz also promises - as does Loki in the famous loose thread from Avengers: Infinity War, when he says ‘The sun will shine on us again.’

We have shots that have Kenazes facing each other, in conflict. We even have what I think is the first multiverse Loki we’ll run into, or perhaps a mere case of mistaken identity, in this trailer:

This lad on the left seems suspiciously similar in appearance, no?

We also have this - a shot of a library.

Books are known for having letters in them, occasionally. Not always the better ones, mind, but still.

(This place may be Jotunheim, but of the shots we see this is the only one I’d say looks ‘giant-sized’, especially with that lectern in the back and the massive fire. Other shots have human-sized steps and narrow corridors, so I’m not necessarily convinced, despite the similar colour correction and architecture. I would like it to be, of course.)

That’s not even mentioning the TVA’s obsession with paperwork and recording every word Loki ever said. Which this is presumably just the table of contents for.

I think this show will be a quest for knowledge, for ‘letters’, and the power knowledge grants. Loki is dropped into a world he knows little about, and the knowledge he’s given by the TVA will likely be suspect. A quest for Truth is what began his journey in Thor 1, and I think his hunger for it has not really abated.

If you are also somehow not sated with all this guff, here’s some more, potentially:

This Blade Runner 2049 -like scene has what looks to be an evolution of Chinese or Japanese text, but there is also some resemblance to Norse Runes. My guess is that this is a future where language has evolved, or maybe this is Asgardian script.

There’s a chance this ‘X’ is actually

Which also means partnership, and the dissolution of barriers between people through giving of yourself. We also see ‘X’ shapes prominently with Roxxcart in both trailers, with the Xes given heads to make them resemble people holding hands, as if in partnership.

Seeing as this trailer has Loki partnering with Owen Wilson and sitting side by side with the hooded woman, it is possible this could be a reference to ‘Loki learning to make friends’, and the gift of friendship. The Sacrifice thing also connects to what we mentioned earlier.

If y’all can spot any other runes or rune-like things, let me know. As for the many symbols (mostly the eyes - so many eyes), I’ll save that for a Part 2.

#loki #loki trailer #loki TV #meta #analysis #runes

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joon-ipersgirl · 4 years

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O6 - “the jaded jessica rabbit”

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, mystery-thriller

pairing: namjoon x reader (f)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, some vulgar-is dirty talk at the end (not the way you think lol)

summary: charismatic. beautiful. fearless without question. the ambitious team of seven young men in charge of spiral, downtown district’s hottest new club, go above and beyond to provide 100% satisfaction to their clients.

after an eventful night out, you have no choice but to join the team for property damages greater than your intern salary. challenging a series of events that can no longer be left to coincidence, secrets threaten to burst at the seams as your professional and private life collide, and another - more sinister - debt is added to your total.

how far are you willing to go to pay back your pound of flesh? remember, nothing is ever as it seems...

a/n: hello everyone! wow, i received some really nice comments about this fic so thank you. like seriously. i’ll keep you guys posted on discontinuing or not. i only have a few more parts pre-written so i may just post those and decide after. either way, i hope you enjoy. this was fun to write :) leave me an ask and let me know what you think and any theories as to what you think the boys are up to!

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Staring at yourself in the full length mirror in your room, you conclude you look crazy. How Suga had approved this uniform is beyond you, especially as winter hasn’t let you out of her cold, damp grip. You adjusted the waist of your skirt again as you try your best to make sure your ass isn’t hanging out the bottom. At least the neckline of the t-shirt is high enough that all of your assets aren’t on display. You guess you could appreciate how nice your legs look in the sheer black stockings you’d paired with the look.

You try your best to fit the vibe Spiral is going for and keep your makeup fairly neutral except for the bright red matte lipstick across your lips. Your hair was swept into a slick low bun, a few tendrils left out to frame your face. Though it probably isn’t part of the vibe, you throw on your chunky gold hoops to add some personality. Honcho could kiss your pretty little ass if he didn’t like it.

A soft meow! broke you out of your inner monologue. “Rosalia!” you coo at your shared Russian Blue cat. She saunters into the room and makes herself comfortable on your Queen-sized bed. “Don’t wait up,” you tell her as you grab your small backpack and trusty black, wool overcoat. It was time to head to Spiral.

“This must be the new spot for the young folk, huh?” your Uber driver, George, asks as he pulls onto the interstate. He’s an older man that could have probably been your grandfather. You pay him no mind. Maybe he would get the hint that you weren’t interested in having a conversation if you barely respond.

“Hmm?”

“You’re the third young woman I’ve picked up to head there tonight,” he explains. You look up at him quickly through the rearview mirror.

“Oh really?” you ask absentmindedly. George nods, his cap looking to flop off of his head.

“Oh yeah. They were so excited about it being back open since it got closed down for that robbery they had 2 months ago, though I don’t know if those young boys can handle running an establishment like that,” he mutters.

“Why do you think that?”

“They aren’t paying their respects to the elders in the business. Respect will go a long way you know?” he adds as he exits off the highway and heads towards the “party” area of downtown. You sit up, intrigued by what he’s saying.

“Respect to the elders? In the business? What do you mean?” you inquire again.

“You can’t just pop up on someone else’s territory without explaining what you’re doing there, even if it was an order for expansion,” he explains. You glance out of the window; you were close to the club. Time is running out.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, sir.”

“Of course you do, young lady.” George smiles at you through the mirror as you stare at him confused. “Robberies of that sort don’t just happen outta nowhere,” he elaborates, his words seeming to take on another meaning. You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a whistle.

“Wow, it didn’t look like that when I was just here.”

You turn to look out the window and your eyes widen as you take in the line, the neon red sign brightly illuminating the street. It wraps around the corner of the club and extends down the street past where your eyes could see. Numerous patrons are huddled together to stay warm as they brave the chilly wind. It’s only 9pm and the club doesn’t officially open until 10pm. Had news of the re-opening spread so quickly?

George pulls up to the curb. “You be safe now, miss,” he says pointedly, turning in his seat to deliver his seemingly innocent warning.

“You too. Have a good night,” you tell him as you step out of the car and he tips his hat in response. The conversation leaves you uneasy as he pulls away and you’re left on the corner of the street looking very much so like the woman of the night you feel in your uniform. You don’t stand for too long as the icy wind slashes across your legs, forcing you to head inside.

You approach the front of the line, much to the groans and protests of the people at the front. You ignore them. No one had told them to arrive at least an hour early and subject themself to this kind of torture for a few measly drinks and to rub up and down on another equally sad individual.

“Y/N!” Jack calls out to you from the front door of the club. He looks good in his own large bomber jacket, black skull beanie pulled low over his dark brown hair and the tips of his ears. Though he’s the size of any pro NFL quarterback, you could only see him as a rugged teddy bear when he grins at you like that.

“Jack,” you greet him with a soft smirk of your own. “How are you?”

“Good. Cold, but good. Ready for tonight?” he asks cheerily.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, chuckling. He smiles at you again and holds the door open.

You duck under his arm and slip off your coat as you head down the stairs. Spiral looks incredible after the renovation and you’re surprised at how well everything flowed together; Min might actually know a thing or two about interior design. The new, red neon lights along the floors and the ceiling add to the ambience and the sleek black marble furniture fits in well with the leather booths.

Standing around the bar where the rest of your coworkers in their uniforms. Jin, Luca, and Moon are setting up behind the bar, the three of them looking like the city versions of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. Not necessarily in that order though; Luca would definitely be Hades. Honcho and Suga chat quietly to one another while Savannah prattles on with Tae, her arms moving wildly as she explains whatever story she’s so into. Jeon and Micah are tucked on the other side of the bar, a comfortable silence settling between them. Giselle sits alone on a bar stool as she scrolls on her phone completely oblivious to her surroundings.

“Good evening Y/N. So nice of you to grace us with your presence,” Moon remarks. You ignore the way his eyes flit across your body as you approach the bar.

“Finally Kid. We’ve been waiting,” Suga calls from where he stands, his mint hair falling into his eyes.

“You guys act like I was 45 minutes late or something. What’s going on?” you asks.

“Did you go clock in?” Honcho asks, ignoring your question. You shake your head. “Do that, put your stuff away, and then come back here. We’re having a staff meeting.”

You nod and set off towards the employee lounge. It’s a fairly small room with some lockers available to store your things as well as a miniscule refrigerator to store some snacks as you wouldn’t be leaving until at least 3am. You carefully fold your coat as best as you can before shoving it into one of the lockers and shutting it closed.

The cold metal of the lockers presses into your back as you lean against it for support. It’s finally hitting you that you’re back at Spiral. Where you shot a gun. Where you shot a man. Where you got shot at. You look at the slight burn that’s on your upper forearm. You let out a shaky breath. Fear couldn’t get the best of you now. You had work to do, clues to discover, and a man to find before he found you first.

“Took you long enough!” Honcho calls out as you perch on the edge of the bar stool. A roll of your eyes is your only response. “Great. Everyone’s here. It’s opening night and the line is wrapped around the building. People still want to experience us, and experience us they shall. You all have your positions. Do your job well, and we shouldn’t have any issues. Anything else to add?” Honcho turns to Moon.

“Be engaging and if there are any issues, find myself or Honcho. Only.” Moon directed his last comment to you. “Suga?”

“Don’t fuck up,” Suga says with a shrug and the room erupts in laughter. “Let’s have a good night.”

The meeting is dismissed as Suga heads up to his office and you use the last 20 minutes to do the last of the prep of our stations. Tae has started spinning tunes from his booth as you vibe out. Jin and Luca are tending to the downstairs bar while Moon heads up to the VIP lounge. You and Giselle are tasked with serving tables on the main level, Savannah and Micah on the second. Jeon had left to man the main door with Jack. Everything is set.

You peek at Jin as you secure the little black fanny pack with the notepad and pen to take orders around your waist. Your conversation from earlier in the week flits across your mind and you narrow your eyes in determination; it was time to get to work.

“Here!” Giselle calls over the increasingly loud music. “It’s tequila!” She pushes the shot into your hand. You can hear the chatter of people starting to enter the establishment faintly. You toss the shot back and she grins. It was definitely time to get to work.

“I need a strawberry daiquiri, a lemon drop, a mango margarita, and a blue hawaiian!” you yell to Luca as you lean over the bar, waving the ticket in your hand to try and grab his attention. He serves his customer at the bar before grabbing the ticket from you.

“It’s fucking crazy in here!” he yells back. You nod and look out into the crowd.

Spiral hadn’t been open a full hour and a half, but it was like there was no room to walk. Talk about packed. The air is thick with heat and hormones as people dance in the middle of the floor, bodies swaying sloppily from the amount of alcohol they’d already consumed. You’re grateful you’d decided to tie your hair back because Gods knew how it would look after your shift was over. The demand for drinks hadn’t slowed down once, putting your personal mission on hold.

“Order up!” Luca calls and shoves the drinks over to you on a tray. You huff as you balance it in both hands and head back through the crowd.

As you approach your table, your mood sours. Instead of there being four girls sitting in the booth, a fifth has arrived. Your favorite crime scene investigator. Her hair hangs down around her shoulders in loose waves instead of the tight ponytail it was in when you first saw her. Her white off the shoulder dress clings tight to her body as she rests on the edge of the booth, her legs crossed. You set the tray down a little harder than needed as the rest of her friends jump.

“Oh. It’s you,” she says in disdain. You ignore her as you set their drinks down in front of them.

“Hi, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with anything or would you care to see the menu?” you ask, giving her the usual speech. She looks bored as you stand there waiting.

“Hmm, nothing that you can give me. Have you seen Moon? I need to speak with him,” she says.

“He’s working in VIP. I’m not sure if you have the clearance to be up there,” you say with a smile. She glares at you.

“You barely have the clearance to work here,” she spits. Just as you’re going to respond, you feel a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, why don’t you go on break? Jennifer, so nice to see you again. Shall we?” It’s Honcho. If you weren’t so angry, you would have been frightened at his ability to move so swiftly in a crowded room.

Jennifer, in all her raggedy glory, brushes past you with a smirk. You barely resist the urge to drag her back by her half-assed waves and pummel her smug face into the pretty black, marble table. Watching her saunter up the spiral staircase makes your blood boil. Who did she think she was? You excuse yourself from your patrons once you make sure they no longer need you and head for the restroom. If the boss says it was time for a break, who were you to oppose? It was time to figure some things out.

“Y/N!” Jin’s voice is barely audible over the blaring bass Tae is blasting. You roll your eyes.

“I’m on break!” you yell to him as he beckons you over.

“I need you to do me a favor!” he shouts as you approach his side of the bar, Luca hurriedly making drinks on the other.

“I need you to stop lying to me, but I guess we all can’t get what we want,” you say with a shrug and turn away.

“Y/N, please. Honcho hasn’t come back down for this order. Can you run it upstairs for me? I’d do it myself, but -” He gestures to the people surrounding the bar waiting for his attention.

“I told you, I’m on break,” you emphasize.

“Please,” he asks once again, resting his hand on top of the bar. You glare at him.

“Fine, but you owe me,” you say pointedly. He flashes you a beautiful smile before setting the tray filled with a glass of white wine, a pint of beer, and a whiskey sour.

“You’re the best!” he calls as you heft the tray onto your shoulder and make your way to the stairs.

The second level is less crowded than downstairs, but all the booths are occupied with men in luxurious suits and their companions dressed in their finest dresses. It reeks of expensive perfumes and stuffy cigars. Some of the velvet curtains are drawn and you didn’t want to know what could possibly be happening behind them. Honcho is nowhere to be seen and you grow impatient as the tray’s weight settles into your arms. This was becoming tiring.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going? Do you need some help?” Savannah chirps as she ducks through one of the closed curtain booths, her blonde hair a little disheveled. Interesting. Definitely didn’t want to know what kind of sunshine service she was providing.

“Uh, yeah. Have you seen Honcho? These are his drinks,” you say gesturing to the tray in your hands.

“Hmm, not for the past few minutes. Maybe he’s in the back?” She points to the hallway leading to the third level. You sigh. You’d been sent on a wild goose chase.

“Alright. Thanks.”

You dodge a drunk woman who seemed dangerously close to breaking a heel, the pint of beer sloshing over the side and soaking the front of your shirt. You clench your jaw in anger. Slamming the tray down angrily on one of the high tables, a few of the customers jump at the noise. You know your smile is not friendly by the way they lower their heads and avoid your gaze as you march past. At this point, you were taking an additional half an hour break; they owed you.

The bathroom on the second level is empty as you try to wipe the stench of beer from your shirt. Your first night and you’re already fed up with Miss Fake Jessica Rabbit, Jin and his favors, and the spilled drinks. In fact, you’re highly irritated. You’re ready to go home. Giving up trying to salvage your shirt and resigning to smelling like beer for the next 2 and a half hours, you head to exit the restroom, but stop when you glimpse the back of Jessica Rabbit herself.

“I don’t know, Moon. It’s not looking too good on our end.” You tuck back behind the door, leaving it slightly ajar to hear what they’re saying. Thank Gods for the acoustics of this hallway.

“Didn’t this case just get planned?” he asks. “Vance was supposed to secure this contract for us after we were down for those couple of weeks. What happened?”

“I don’t know. Things have been a little busy with Julian going haywire. I haven’t seen Vance in two weeks. Someone mentioned something about reputations and what not -”

“We just started this operation. We barely have a reputation, Jen,” he emphasizes. “But we’ve been damn good at what we do, so I’m not understanding what the issue is.”

“What are we not understanding?” You almost stumble back as Min passes the restroom but catch the door with your fingers before it can slam shut. You exhale slowly as you recover, peering through the small slit of the door again.

“We just lost the Fader contract,” Moon tells him.

“Wait, wasn’t that supposed to come out tomorrow? I thought we had it secured before it was set to be released.”

“So did I, but Jen said Vance couldn’t pull through. Something about reputations -”

“Reputations? If anything, we should be getting great reviews; I’ve been quick and effective with every job you’ve sent me on. So much so, we couldn’t take on all the clients because of demand.” You can hear the confusion in Min’s voice even with the music still thumping. “What changed? How is that affecting our operations?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Jen replies. “This is bad for business which is in turn bad for me.”

“There has to be something we’re missing. Min, do you think you could contact Santi-”

“Have y’all seen Y/N? She’s not on the floor and Savannah said she was looking for me,” Honcho’s voice rings out and you squeak, letting the door slam shut, effectively cutting off the sound of their conversation. Shit. You duck behind the partitioning wall and try to calm your breathing as someone knocks on the door.

“Is everything okay in here?” It’s Honcho.

“Everything’s great! Just slipped on some water and fell, but I’m good!” you call to him, cringing at your lie.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing up here?”

“I work here. What do you mean by what am I doing up here? I was trying to find you so I could give you your fucking tray with your drinks, but you were nowhere to be found,” you reply with just as much attitude, finally appearing around the corner and facing him. He looks at you confused as you stare him down.

“I was busy with a -- customer. Come on, you have work to do,” he says while grabbing your wrist.

“And you don’t?” you retort as he pulls you into the hallway where Min, Jennifer, and Moon are still standing. They look surprised to see you.

“Kitten!” Min exclaims as you approach them. “How’s your shift going?”

You shrug. “It’s going.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Jennifer asks rudely. You can just make out the frown on her face under the low lighting of the side hallway.

“Shouldn’t you have chosen a better outfit to solicit on a corner?” Honcho snorts and she glares at both of you.

“Kitten is feeling a little fiesty today,” Min hums, leaning against the wall.

“Y/N, you can’t say that to customers,” Moon chides you though you can tell from the faint showing of his dimples he’s amused at your words. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Hmm, I guess it wasn’t dirty enough for good ol’ Jen, huh? How about on your knees in the back of the alley behind Spiral?” you offer. “Maybe you’ll get off if he reprimands you the way he’s trying to do me,” you ponder.

Jennifer’s face is red with anger as she continuously opens and closes her mouth to respond. You smirk as your own anger and irritation settles in your belly, happy that you’d gotten under her skin. Apparently too well as she rears her hand back and slaps me across your face. Tears spring to your eyes from the force of the blow and you blink at Honcho as you slowly comprehend what’s happened. She had well and truly slapped you. You whip your head around to face her and she gasps as she had now just realized what she’d done.

“Holy shit,” Honcho whispers. You grin as you step forward to stand in front of her, holding your ground. You were tired of her shit.

“Is that the way you like it, Jen? Hard slaps to the face?” you goad. “What about your pretty little ass, hmm?”

“Y/N, stop. That’s not necessary.” Moon steps in front of you, blocking your view of an almost teary eyed Jennifer. Ah, an angry crier. Your favorite.

“Oh come on, Moon. It’s just a little teasing, isn’t it? Just like how you all do to me. No harm, no foul,” you say nonchalantly, but your words have a sharper tone. The irritation of the night was getting to you.

“Y/N, let’s go downstairs,” Honcho says as he tugs on your wrist, trying to diffuse the situation. “Give everyone some time to cool off.”

“I am cool. I’m not going to hit her and ruin my chances of filing an assault claim,” you say with a chuckle. “You guys wouldn’t even have to testify against your little friend. The cameras will witness for me. And I can walk by myself, thanks. Continue whatever business you guys had going on,” you reply with a wave of your hand.

“An assault case! Are you crazy?! Bitch, fuck you!” Jennifer calls from around Moon’s large frame. You roll your eyes as you spin around to face them again.

“I’m as crazy as they come, babe. Pencil me in once you're done with your lover boy and I’ll let you know if I can squeeze you in with the rest of my appointments! Business is booming as they say!” you yell back and blow her a kiss. She scowls.

The four of them watch you go and you only rub your stinging cheek once you know you’re out of their eyesight. For a small woman, she had a heavy hand and you’re grateful it hadn’t been a punch; you couldn’t afford a trip to the dentist. It was time for you to cash in on that favor Jin promised you as you head down the spiral stairs. An old fashioned on the rocks is calling your name. You could use the ice.

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER THREE: WHO ARE YOU?

Author’s note: Hello! Once more I would like to thank you all for the love this story’s been getting, it truly blows my mind. I am also looking for a beta reader so if anyone out there is interested let me know! (: Let’s pick up right where we left off...

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Two souls don't find each other by simple accident, Harry thought after taking a seat for the first time that night, his feet were probably going to be swollen tomorrow, they were killing him already. But he wasn't keen on turning down a dance from the girl collapsing in the settee right next to him. A slow Amy Winehouse song was their cue to rest.

"Do you want a beer?" Her voice sounded a bit hoarse, probably from all the giggling and singing she did while dancing the night away.

"Yes please."

He watched her trot to the small bar on the other side of the flat, focused on how the multiple bracelets bounced in her left wrist as she instructed her brother which beer to give her. As she came back to take her previous seat, he felt a small wave of anxiety for wanting nothing more than to start a conversation with her, as she handed him the beer. Usually it was the other way around, but in most of the cases, people wanted to know his persona.

He knew the silence was becoming awkward, but he was still debating whether to ask about her upbringing or what she did for work, whatever the case was, he didn't want to make a fool out of himself, he almost never seemed to be that lucky.

"You're not used to people being calm around you, are you?" Alma’s frown os curiosity is a mirror to the one on the musician's face.

"Yes and no?" Harry's coy tone makes her smile warmly and shake her head in denial, "so, I'm Hampstead station guy?" Her eyes widen, a shy smile appears on her full lips before she takes another large sip of her drink.

"It's unlikely to find the same person thrice in the tube! I told my friend Laura, it felt like a glitch in the matrix." She answers and he lets out an amused laugh.

"For the record, I wasn't following you, at all..."

"I know, you just had to take the same line I did and it was a happy coincidence," she interrupts him, the new song gathers a few more dancers and Harry wonders if she will ask him to dance again, "although it would've made a great anecdote for my YouTube channel; story time, a famous musician follows me around the city possibly plotting my painful death." She joked as she gingerly flashed her hands before the two of them, as if presenting the latest play from the West End.

It was Harry's eyes turn to be wide and smack his hand into his forehead.

"You have a YouTube channel?" His interest was genuine and Alma made herself more comfortable on the sofa, before proceeding to fill him in about what that was about, just videos about her 'sort of interviewing remarkable people' or so she claimed.

It was something that started as a class project back when she was seventeen, trying to get good grades to win a scholarship and study abroad —none of those things happened. She kept doing it afterwards because it was too much fun, once she interviewed all her friends, she moved onto her family. "Believe me when I tell you, that I have more relatives than I should!" With a smile as big as hers, he sighed before breathing 'lucky' as his heart sped and she continued.

Restaurant owners, chefs, firefighters, barristers, doctors, accountants, waitresses, sexual workers, sex shop employees, bankers, homeless people, hairdressers and apparently every person from her home country had been on the informal interview series. Harry was impressed with the whole concept and her.

"I sort of abandoned it a little when I moved here last year, it was crazy busy the first couple of months and the whole bureaucracy... and I was a little homesick to be honest." For the first time in the night, her voice is thinner, he has to lean in a few inches to hear better, "I miss my parents, my cousins, my aunt, my grandparents. But this is something I've wanted for the longest time you know?" Her eyes bore into his, allowing him to see the vulnerability swimming in them, "I've never felt like an outsider here, never got lost in the tube, took the wrong bus or anything like that. Isn't it weird?" Harry smiled at the sentiment, thoughts of his latest trip to Japan flashing before him.

"No, I think it's marvellous that you feel that way." He cannot be real, is the only thing running through her mind like a restless hamster in its wheel.

Harry and Alma talked about everything they didn’t have in common, despite the brief interruptions to do some shots and drink champagne with the birthday boy. Their families were discussed, their favourite things to do in the summer. Alma even asked him how was work going, as if she didn’t know that he was one of th world’s most successful artists. Harry was thrilled to joke through their drinks and the girl wasn't shy to ask him for a couple more dances. None of them noticed the partying dying around them, it was only after Fernando said his goodbyes to his laughing sister, that they noticed how late/early it actually was.

Before they knew it, golden hues streamed through the window behind them as Freddie walked out of his room and offered them coffee.

"I'm never drinking straight vodka again," Freddie mumbled to himself after finishing his cup of coffee.

"At least it wasn't Vodquila like last time," Alma's words make him groan but agree. "I should go now, need a shower and a healthy breakfast."

After Harry also admitted he needed to be on his way, with all their belongings gathered and after saying goodbye to a very ill Freddie, neither Harry or Alma looked forward to their imminent separation. He had spent hours hearing how busy she is, when not recording content, she was working at Wenzel's and teaching Spanish to her neighbour's daughter on the weekends. Still, he was determined to meet with her again.

As soon as they started moving down the street, Harry noticed the next one was where he had to turn right in order to go home. It wasn't a short walk but the most effective route for sure.

"So, the bus stop is that way," Alma nodded her head to the left, smirking knowingly as she stuffs her hands in her coat pockets.

"Of course," they had come to a rolling stop at the corner. Harry suddenly felt beyond nervous about asking the girl for her phone number. "Thank you, for keeping me company last night." It was amazing he wanted to add, but licked his lips quickly instead.

"You mean keeping you from catching up with all your friends," she corrected him.

Harry shakes his head and smiles, the dimples graciously adorning his cheeks, his racing heart giving him the last push needed to finally ask. "Do you think we could go, like for coffee... sometime?” With that she laughed, immediately memorising the sound of it, her loud cackle is one of the nicest things he has heard in awhile.

"Only if I can buy you something from the selection of pastries." Harry laughed loudly, completely relieved by her answer. She dug around her purse for a moment before taking out a pen and what seemed to be an old receipt, quickly scribbling down her number and handing it to him.

"I'll call you," he beamed, carefully placing the piece of paper in his wallet. He'd be an idiot to lose such a precious fragment of information.

"Looking forward to it," Alma smiled at him for one last time before she started walking to the opposite direction. "See you around Harry." His face was a bit puffy from not having slept properly, but she would be lying to say he didn’t look adorable at the same time.

He waved and watched her walked away, her sweet and tired morning smile seemed to be engraved into the musician's mind as he headed home.

The air was still a bit cold, but the heat was starting to rise and plague London for the rest of the day, the hot summer everyone's been yearning for was finally here, even Harry could feel it in his bones as he continued down his path. He was still highly enamoured by the amazing night he spent sharing a piece of himself with Alma. His feet felt heavy, were even burning a little, but it was nothing as he made his way through his home gate twenty minutes later.

He decided to get some toast and a cuppa for breakfast, his high spirits not faltering even one bit although he could feel the consequences from the all-nighter already with each yawn. After eating he decided to take a shower that got him ready for a well deserved sleep in his comfortable bed.

Waking up around six o'clock startles him at first, Harry is well rested now but a bit grumpy for the weird taste on his tongue, something usual after drinking beer. He scolds himself for not brushing his teeth earlier as he walks in his bathroom. The cool tiles against his bare feet wake him up a bit more. After some needed dental hygiene, Harry gets dressed to go out and pick up his sister for their weekly dinner. Hopefully he can convince her to stay in, that way he can go on and on about the events from the night before.

His feet still hurt, he can even feel a blister underneath his big toe. But it doesn't bother him, it's actually a nice reminder of the incredible things that miraculously happened. Harry knew that since Alma was related to Fernando, someone that was bound to be in his life for the next six months or so, there was a big chance they would've met at some point. But he'd rather think it was fate, some sort of good karma coming round, he stared at her contact on his phone, still charmed by the fact that she gave it to him on the back of a receipt. Ignoring that she only did it that way, because the thought of asking for his mobile to enter it herself, was a very bold move. And Alma wasn’t really that confident, not when his green eyes were boring into hers anyway.

"When are you gonna call her then?" Gemma's voice snaps him out of his daydream for the third time during their quiet dinner in her flat. "What is it? You've got that look."

"What look?" He asks before his sister frowns and pinches her bottom lip with her thumb and index finger. It's his nervous quirk, he sighs, "I don't know, I'm just so nervous." Without a valid reason, he knows the girl is so lovely, maybe that's why.

"You're afraid of fucking it up," she knows, Harry nods. "Well, you could tell her that, perhaps on a text—

"—I want to call her, texting her will make me feel a wanker." Gemma smiles at her little brother, he looked uncharacteristically unsure of himself but nonetheless excited. It was endearing how the first thing he told her after crossing her home's threshold was 'my life is officially a chick flick!' Before proceeding to explain with detail about the whole situation.

"What about a text that reads: hello, this is Harry please save my number so when I find the guts to call you, you don't think it's a telemarketing scam," Gemma might be joking and mocking him all at once, but has a point. A text so she also has his number, makes the situation more even, she can call him too. "Assuming she gave you a real phone number."

"What?" Harry is mortified.

"I'm kidding, you should've seen your face," his sister wanted to drag a bit more her joke, but the preoccupied look on his face stopped her. Gemma couldn't wait to tell their mum, knowing that she would be just as absorbed. "There's nothing wrong with showing interest right away. If you want this to be honest and genuine, set an example." She finished before taking the last bite of pizza.

Harry knew that to be true, but now he was left wondering if it was the right time for him. Had he really left behind all the ghosts and baggage from his past? Or was he still carrying them in the new tattoos of his knees?

Despite his sister's encouraging words about how nothing could go wrong this early with Alma, he couldn't help but wonder if his still grieving heart was ready.

He takes his time walking back home, not caring if it was a really long one, he was aware of the curious eyes once he reached the Southbank but paid no attention to them. He welcomed the chill breeze, hoping for it to cool his boiling mind. Remembering the last time he walked along the river arms around his former flame, her laughter still ringing in his ears, her tender kisses in his knuckles, her delicious scent flying away with the airstream into London's sunshine.

Missing someone is not wrong, Harry reminds himself.

There's no point going down the rabbit hole of what ifs about their relationship. Harry can admit his mistakes, no matter how hard it comes to him, he can also apologise wholeheartedly. He did all those things already, months ago. Which is why he was able to keep her as a friend, not a close one, more like an acquaintance. And she's happy, he can see that, knows it.

Why does he feel like he's still drowning? He's already been pulled from the vast ocean of hers. Harry groans, struggles to open his gate, his good spirits from this morning nowhere to be found.

He doesn't know if it's the memory of her, the fear of loneliness, coincidence and laziness, or a bad habit? But he doesn't text the girl with warm brown eyes, instead he plays the voicemail that sometimes haunts his nightmares, on repeat, for the rest of the night.

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Day 3: Sam x Reader

Ship: Sam x Reader

Trope: Caught in the rain

Mood: Funny fluff

Words: 1500

(I wasn’t planning on it ending like this but once I started I couldn’t stop😂there are some slight innuendos at the end)

"How long until Dean gets here?" You grumbled and pulled your arms tighter around your body. Sam shook his head and brushed his hair out of his eyes from where the wind had blown it.

"He was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago."

"Do you think something happened to him?" You asked hesitantly. Sam frowned and shrugged, looking down the road for any headlights and frowning when nothing appeared on the horizon.

"All he had to do was burn the bones, it should've been no problem."

Sam was right. It was a 45 minute drive to the cemetery, and it had been almost 4 hours. He had to dig the grave and actually burn the bones, but it still seemed like he should’ve been back by now. He had left you at the victims house to check for a cursed object, but found nothing. Dean said he'd pick you and Sam up when he was done and drive back to the motel, but he still was nowhere to be found. That was when Sam's phone rang.

"Dean?" He hurried to answer his cell phone, holding it up to his ear. He listened for a moment before sighing and pulling the phone away to press a few buttons.

“Hold on let me put you on speaker."

He then held his phone between the two of you so you could both hear. There was a crackling noise from the other end of the line that sounded like Dean was getting interference, but then you realized it was actually flames.

"I just burned the bones. You guys alright?"

"Wait....You just burned them? What took you so long?" You said hurriedly, looking up at Sam in confusion.

"Dean, it's freezing out here!"

Dean sighed from the other end of the line while Sam looked off in the distance. You followed his gaze and saw a few flashes of lightning over the trees, followed by a few low rumbles a second later.

"Sorry guys, I ran into a bit of trouble with the graveyard security, so that took a while. We’re all good now. I've just gotta re-bury the the body and drive back, so we're looking at......2 hours?"

"2 hours? There's a storm rolling in, Dean." Sam argued, but he knew it wouldn't make a difference.

"And we're in the middle of nowhere!" You added.

"Well then either start walking or find somewhere to wait it out. I'll be there in 2 hours." Dean replied and hung up the phone.

"Dean, you son of a-"

Sam was cut off by another roll of thunder, but this one was much closer. It wasn’t long after that the first droplets of rain began to fall.

"Shit." Sam grumbled.

"We have to wait here for 2 hours?" You sighed and blinked through the raindrops.

Sam used his hand to shield his eyes from the rain as the steady stream of rain started to pick up. Within a few minutes, the sprinkle had turned into a downpour. He peered down the road and seemed to see something, then looked over at you.

He watched as you started to shiver from the rainwater running down your back, making a split decision. He flashed you a grin and grabbed your hand.

"Come on."

"Wha-what are we doing?” You asked as your teeth started to chatter. Sam just grinned and shrugged.

“You see that barn up there?” Sam asked and pointed up ahead.

“Yeah?” You replied, not exactly sure what he was getting at. There was a glint in Sam’s eye that you couldn’t quite place, but it still started a little flicker of something in your chest.

“First one there gets to sit shotgun on the ride home!” He called and took off running towards the barn.

“Sam!” You yelled and sprinted after him. A laugh bubbled up within your chest after you chased behind him, almost slipping in the mud a few times but managing to keep up fairly well.

At one point Sam started to lose his feet on the slick ground, and you passed him.

You didn’t have to celebrate however before he caught back up and then passed you. He reached the barn first, slowing to a stop in front of the wooden doors with a wide smile on his face despite the thundering clouds above him.

You caught up a minute later, panting from the effort of running after him despite the fact that he hardly seemed winded.

“Looks like you’re getting a bit rusty, Y/N.” Sam teased and brushed his hair out of his eyes again.

“Shut up! You have freakishly long legs!” You called back and punched him in the shoulder.

It wasn’t a hard punch at all, but it was apparently enough to catch him off guard. His right foot slipped on the mud beneath him and all 6 foot 5 inches of him went tumbling down to the ground. He landed on his butt, the ground beneath him making a squishing noise.

You burst out laughing again, hardly able to catch your breath between chuckles. He just looked ridiculous sprawled in the mud with his hair plastered to his forehead.

“Hey, you could help me up, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You sassed back.

Sam swept his leg out and managed to knock your own feet out from under you. You landed in the mud next to him, and this time it was his turn to laugh.

“You dick!” You gasped in feigned offense, both of your hands now covered in mud from when you had tried to catch yourself. You wiped them off on your jeans while Sam shook his head and continued to chuckle.

“You started it.”

You didn’t have a good response to that, so you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Wow. Very mature.” Sam rolled his eyes. He slowly pushed himself up onto his feet, making sure that he was steady before offering a hand to you. You took it and he helped pull you up.

“Dean is never going to let us into the impala, you know that, right?” Sam pointed out.

“Well it’s his own fault that we were stuck in the rain, so he can deal with it.” You shrugged, looking down at your dirt stained clothing.

After you both tried to wipe as much of the mud off of you as you could, you checked the barn to make sure it was as abandoned as it looked. It was completely desolate, so Sam pulled out his flashlight and you both went inside.

You were still in a good mood from your race in the rain, but you had to get the boring stuff out of the way first. After a quick glance around the barn to make sure there was no foxes or anything taking shelter inside, you started to strip off your outer layers of clothing so they could start to dry. You both peeled off your jackets and flannels, laying them over a banister a bit while you warmed yourselves up.

When you were both wearing nothing but a t-shirt and jeans, you decided to check the time. You frowned slightly, looking up at Sam.

“We still have about an hour and a half to kill.”

“Really?” Sam asked. His hair was still soaking wet, and he shook his head to dry drying it off a bit. It always made you smile when he did that. You and Dean joked all the time about Sam being a dog, shedding long hair everywhere and giving you his puppy-dog eyes when he wanted attention. Any time he shook his head like that, it only solidified your point.

His eyes met yours and he noticed your grin, letting out a small sigh.

“So, what should we do with our 90 minutes of alone time?”

“Well, lucky for me, being in abandoned barns is my favorite way to pass time.” You teased innocently. Sam raised an eyebrow in response, stepping forward close enough to wrap his arms around your back.

“Really? What a coincidence. Abandoned barns are my favorite place, too.” Sam played along. He bent down to press a quick kiss to your lips with a smile, knowing full well what he was initiating.

“Now we just need to think of some activities to keep us occupied.”

Damn him.

There were many things that you could say about Sam, but none of them seemed to properly explain how he made you felt. It was like your heart was melting and racing at the same time. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he planned on taking full advantage of it. His shirt stuck to his shoulders and chest from the rain and his hair was beginning to curl slightly at the ends from being wet. The lightning illuminating the room every now and then lit up his face, and after being in the cold rain for so long the warmth from his body was incredibly comforting.

Let’s just say you had a lot of ideas about how to pass the time.

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The Archer -Part Eight

Warnings: Language, Rory’s sarcasm, minor exaggeration of science, fluff, a dash of angst, Ivy being Ivy and done with Batman and his shit

Part Nine

Word Count: 4083

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A/N: I really like this chapter, and did not find much that needed changed so I am happy.

"I thought you said we weren't going to get caught this time bird brain!?" Grey Arrow shouted as she and Red Robin ran from multiple carnivorous plants.

"I did! But that was before we knew Ivy could power cameras with fucking potatoes and lemons Arrow! Now keep running!" Red Robin shouted.

"Oh, mister super genius isn't such a genius after all! What a shocker." she snapped and fired an explosive arrow behind them to try and slow the plants, only for them to push through and keep coming after them. The mission had been going so smoothly up to ten minutes ago.

"Rory, remember you and Tim are going to be tracking Ivy tonight. Harley may be locked up in Arkham, but she is suspicious enough and we don't have any information on Penguin. Poison Ivy is extremely dangerous and you two are not allowed to engage her alone under any circumstances." Bruce said, looking the two of them down. "Am I understood?" he asked.

Both Rory and Tim gave him a nod. "Yeah, it's just a recon mission, Bruce. We'll be okay." Tim said patting his shoulder. Rory placed her mask on her face as Tim pulled his cowl up and over his head. They decided to share a bike this time so Red Robin hopped on with Grey Arrow getting on behind him.

"You better hold on Arrow," he said and sped off into the night. Grey Arrow quickly wrapped her arms around him, gripping his waist tightly so she didn't fall off. "I told you to hang on."

"Next time, I drive Red," she muttered and held on tight as they two of them drove towards Botanical Gardens where Poison Ivy was currently residing. Pulling into an alley a block away, they hopped off and took to the rooftops. The view of Gotham at night was beautiful, she could totally see the appeal of staying and being a permanent vigilante of Gotham, but Oliver needed her back home.

Red Robin and Grey Arrow jumped across rooftops and rolled into a landing on the roof next to the gardens. Grey Arrow could tell just from looking at it that no one has dared go into it for a very long time. The shrubbery outside was massively overgrown and the bushes were so tall it looked like a maze, the Botanical Gardens being a maze, to begin with.

Turning on the detective mode on his mask, there was almost no power going into the building besides the basic heat and lighting the place needed to run so no security cameras. He looked at his partner, "So it seems that the place is dead, but that doesn't mean she isn't in there. Remember, Ivy is extremely dangerous and her toxins could actually kill or seduce anyone so stay alert and just don't touch any plant. If you see something move, run." he explained.

Grey Arrow gave him a quick nod. "Let's go see if she has anything for us." she grinned and shot an arrow across the street using her bow as a zipline and slid down onto the roof.

"And not get caught this time!" he called going after her, and with that the two of them jumped off onto the roof, breaking through the glass ceiling making an option for a quick getaway. Taking a look around, the building was hot and humid with all the plants in there and it smelled like manure.

"Ivy is an eco-terrorist, right? She wants to take over to save the planet or something?" Grey Arrow asked as the two of them traversed the maze of hedges and flowers.

Red Robin let out a chuckle, "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Imagine if she used her powers for good, the planet would be in such a better state." he sighed. "But almost everyone is Gotham is greedy or crazy."

"I can understand that. Let's keep moving." Taking the lead, Grey Arrow kept an arrow at the ready just in case she needs to shoot something. As they walked, Grey Arrow kept trying to shake off the feeling that they were being watched.

"Why do I have the feeling something is watching us?" Red Robin asked after a few tense moments of silence, turning away after looking at a large purple flower.

"Maybe because I am." a sultry voice sounded. Quickly the two of them turned and saw the purple flower get bigger and Poison Ivy stepped out of it, her green skin glistening in the humid lighting.

"Ivy, how nice to see you again. We were just taking a look around you know, enjoying the new decorations. Are those angel trumpets?" Red Robin asked, trying to keep things civil the best he can.

"Yes, and they are quite poisonous," Ivy said, her voice resonating across the glass walls.

"Well, we should probably get going you know? A lot of hero stuff to do, us birds have a lot to do in a night," he said.

Ivy's bright green eyes narrowed on Grey Arrow. "Who is this with you, Red Robin? I have not seen her before," she stated, walking closer to them now as the two of them tried to keep their distance.

"This is just a friend from Star City, she's helping me on a case."

"What a coincidence, Harley's knee was shattered by a girl in a grey suit said to be from Star City." Ivy frowned as she circled them. "I told my dear friend that I would hunt down the woman responsible and make her pay and it seems that you just willingly brought her to me."

Grey Arrow's eyes widened as did Red Robin's. "I hate to break it to you Ivy, but you have the wrong girl. There are multiple girls here from Star City, she isn't the one you are looking for." He lied, pressing Grey Arrow behind him.

"Don't lie to me Robin, I can that you are withholding the truth from me and why is that? " she asked. "Could it be that you care for the girl? I saw the way you two moved through my cameras. You haven't let her out of your sight."

"How did you use cameras when there is almost no power in the building?" Red Robin asked, trying to get the subject off of Grey Arrow.

"My dear pretty bird, did you forget that you can power things with items as simple as a potato and lemon? I can grow as many of those as I want and give myself infinite power. Now, about the girl, Harley was very adamant that I should avenge her knee. I feel as if I would be betraying my friend if I were to ignore her wishes as illogical as they seem."

Grey Arrow felt Red Robin tense in front of her, using an arm to keep her behind him. Of course, she was using his feelings towards his best friend against him. There was no way to deny it, especially with the way he was standing in front of her.

"She is a friend of mine, that's all."

"I can fix that." Three large plants shot out of the hedges behind Poison Ivy and roared into the night, the plants were tall and they had teeth similar to those of a Venus fly trap but these looked much more lethal.

"Arrow, we have to get out of here," he said and two of them took off running as Ivy sent her monster plants after them.

Grey Arrow and Red Robin weaved through the massive hedges, jumping over and dodging the plants that came their way not wanting to be caught by Poison Ivy. Batman had told them specifically not to engage her and that's what they were doing by running away.

As they ran they tried to look for a way out, but massive vines began to cover up the walls and windows blocking any nearby exit.

"You have any ideas other than trying to blow them up?" he shouted, jumping over a vine.

"I don't see you doing anything! But by all means, give me a plan!" she shouted back and shot more explosive arrows at the monster plants coming at them. Grey Arrow could feel her legs starting to burn, she hadn't run this much in a long time and there was no way in hell she was going to stop.

Of course, she had to piss off an eco-terrorist before even meeting her, taking a quick glance around Grey Arrow saw a small opening. It might be their chance to getaway. "Hey Red! Go left!" she said and turned left jumping through the hole in the shrubbery, Red Robin right behind her.

With a sigh of relief, the monster plants were stopped by the large shrubbery that was too thick for them to get through. Taking this as their chance, Red Robin and Grey Arrow started to make their way to an exit. They were so occupied with trying to get out, that neither of them noticed the vines creep up on them and wrap around their ankles.

It was too late and the vines wrapped themselves around them both and dangled them upside down as Ivy parted the shrubbery and walked over to them. "You thought you could get away? I own this garden and you two bats are stuck in here with me."

"I am technically not a bat as we established earlier." Grey Arrow said trying to lighten the mood.

"Seriously Arrow? We are being held upside down by a supervillain and that is your main concern?" Red Robin asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Hey! I am not getting roped into whatever business she has with Batman or the others." Grey Arrow yelled at him. Red Robin rolled his eyes.

Ivy looked between the two of them with a slightly amused smile, since she had them right where she wanted them there was no one stopping her from having a little fun with her new pet birds. "I think Red Robin deserves a kiss, what about you, my delicate bird?" she asked, as she slowly made her way towards him.

"What? No, I don't think that's necessary you know?" he said, trying to wiggle out of the vines holding him up.

"Hey, greenie! I'm the one who fucked up Harley's knee right? She told you to avenge her busted joint, so why don't you just kiss me instead? Besides, I've been told I am a really good kisser." Grey Arrow said, Ivy slowly turned to look at her and a grin spread on her face.

"I don't think I have ever heard of someone willing to subject themselves to me to save another. Either you are really brave, or really foolish." Poison Ivy walked over to Grey Arrow and stroked her cheek.

"Fun fact, did you know that the Oracle of Delphi was thought to be the center of the world in greek mythology?" She blurted as Ivy began to lean in closer, hoping Red Robin got the hint. Which he did.

With his free hand, he connected his com. "Hey, Arrow and I are in a bit of a pickle and will be needing help. Sooner than later would be nice too," he said quickly.

"What do you mean pickle Red Robin?"

"I mean Ivy is about to kiss Arrow and I don't want to know what's going to happen next."

"Nightwing and Red Hood are on their way. Whatever you do, don't let her poison either of you!" Oracle said through the com.

Red Robin let out a short-lived sigh of relief, help was coming but his best friend was about to be kissed by Ivy and he was being dangled by his ankles. Making a reach of his staff in the back of his belt, two more vines shot out of the ground and held his hands together.

"Sneaky little bird you are, but I'm afraid that you will not be able to help your friend," she said and lifted Grey Arrow higher so she was level with her face. Grey Arrow's eyes widened as Ivy grabbed her head and kissed her.

Arrow didn't know what to do, her hands were bound and her mind began to go fuzzy like she was in a dream. Before she knew it, Grey Arrow was kissing Poison Ivy back and she liked it. Ivy's lips tasted of something sweet and Grey Arrow couldn't get enough of it as she tried to kiss her deeper.

Red Robin watched with a shocked expression and tried to get free but to no avail.

The kiss was interrupted when the ceiling above them crashed in and Nightwing and Red Hood dropped in. "Seems we were a little late to the party." The former grinned.

Ivy released Grey Arrow from the kiss who dangled there in a dazed state with her eyes glossed over and her lips a shade of red. Quickly the duo cut down Red Robin and he landed on the floor grabbing out his staff.

Ivy let out an agonizing scream, feeling the pain her plants were in. Recoiling, her vines retracted themselves and dropped Grey Arrow to the floor who was still in a dazed state, with a thud.

"Spin the bottle is over Ivy, leave before I decide to not be so friendly." Red Hood threatened, aiming his twin guns at her. With a mischievous glare, she backed into her carnivorous plants.

"By all means, take the two birds and leave. My work here is done." and with that, she disappeared into the hedges.

Not wanting to hang out there any longer than they had to, Red Robin grabbed Arrow as the others grabbed her bow and quiver and grappled out of the Botanical Garden and onto the nearest rooftop. Carefully, Red Robin set Grey Arrow down against a wall and tilted her head up to look at him.

Grey Arrow still had a glossy look to her eyes but it seemed to be fading some, the poison from Ivy's kiss still affecting her body. She could barely keep her head up at the three guys checked her for any lethal signs from the poison.

"I think she is just in a daze, from what it seemed Ivy didn't want to kill her. Just mess with her." Red Robin said. "We need to get her back to the cave and make sure. Hey, can you walk?"

Grey Arrow shook her head slightly. "Can't... feel... anything..." she groaned, her eyes started to droop and fell forward but Red Robin caught her and held her up.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked as he picked her up. It still baffled him how she told Ivy to kiss her after he specifically told her not to let Ivy get that close before they left the cave.

"Better me... than you..." she drawled. It was getting harder for her to stay awake and they all could tell.

"I'll take her back. You two get back to where you’re needed." Red Robin said and carried her to their bike they arrived on.

"Batman, Robin, and Spoiler are taking up the slack, besides we were almost done with our shifts that's why Oracle sent us. Nice hint by the way Arrow, the Oracle of Delphi." Nightwing said with a laugh looking at the girl in Red Robin's arms before taking off for downtown to where his bike rested.

"Yeah, we'll meet you there, make sure she doesn't fall off the bike Replacement yeah?" Hood called and took off after Nightwing into the night.

Letting out a huff and got on the bike and held Grey Arrow secured to his chest as he sped off for the Bat cave. Pulling into the drive, Tim pulled off his cowl and got off and carried Rory over to Alfred.

"I swear, this better not become a regular thing, Master Tim," Alfred said as he checked Rory's vitals. To him, she seemed to be normal, and waking up more the time had passed after the kiss.

"You're telling me, Alf. She told Ivy to kiss her, said it was better her than me." He leaned against the table and Rory looked around. She had the feeling back in her body and could actually move again, but there was this burning feeling inside her that she couldn't figure out.

"She seems alright, I'm afraid I can't do much else for Miss Isley's poison except tell her to sleep it off. Miss Aurora must have gotten quite a large dose, so it will take a few hours to wear off completely." Alfred said standing straight. "Now Miss Aurora, no more kissing supervillains. You got very lucky that you didn't die instantly."

Rory gave him a nod. "Yes sir, and I promise. No more kissing supervillains, I'll leave that to Bruce." she grinned and pushed herself off the table, stumbling a bit with the burning feeling inside her still.

Tim caught her shoulders and looked at her, "You okay songbird?" he asked. Rory looked at his worried face and smile softly.

"Yeah, I'm alright Tim. Don't worry, it will take a lot more than a poisoned kiss to keep me down." Tim laughed at her statement and nodded.

"Alright, let's get you to bed." Tim helped her up the stairs and to her room, the entire time Rory was trying to figure out why she felt like she was burning on the inside. It wasn't hunger or thirst per se at least not for anything food-wise. But what was the hunger for?

Tim stopped in front of her door. "I'm going to go change really quick. You get ready for bed and I'll be in to check on you okay?" he asked. Rory gave him a nod and watched as he walked across the hall and disappeared behind his bedroom door.

Rory then entered her own room and turned on the light, taking a look at herself in the reflection of the mirror. Watching her hand, she reached up and lightly touched her lips. She could still feel the impact of Ivy's kiss. What was it that she meant by 'Her work here was done'?

Her eyes still were a little glossed over, but it was fading quickly. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head and put on a nightshirt and shorts. It was when Tim came back into the room that Rory finally realized what the burning hunger inside her was.

Desire.

"Hey, songbird, you doing okay?" he asked and walked over and stood in front of her, Rory had an odd look on her face and it worried him some.

"Yeah, I am just great," she said biting her lip and looked up at him. Tim looked at her and noticed that something was definitely off about Rory.

"Are you sure? You look a little- Woah!" While he spoke, Rory grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, Tim's face going a bright red.

"Uh R-Rory, what are you doing?" he stammered.

"I'm doing what I want, and right now that's you." she grinned, looking down at him. Tim's eyes widened at her words. There was no way in hell Rory wanted to sleep with him, she was never this forward, always rejecting the advancements of others.

Taking Tim's shocked silence as an opening, Rory kissed him.

Tim was moments away from melting into a puddle of confusion and embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with Rory and why was she kissing him!? Carefully, Tim placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her off. "Rory, you clearly are still under Ivy's influence," he said, trying to snap her out of it.

"No, I know what I want and I want you Timothy." she kissed him again and pinned Tim's hands back. For someone who was drugged, she still had a fair amount of strength. Tim tried to fight the kiss but somewhere in the middle, he had no clue when, but he began to kiss her back.

This had been something he didn't even know he wanted until he felt it. The way Rory's lips seemed to fit perfectly with his made his heart soar. Rory's hands released Tim's and he placed them on her waist, her shirt rising slowly as she moved hers to his dark hair.

Tim let out a groan as he felt her tug on his hair and he snapped out of the kiss. Quickly he flipped them over and held her down, breaking the kiss. "Rory, you are under Ivy's influence still. This is not what you want," he said.

"But you aren't, so is it something you want?" she asked, batting her eyes slowly and biting her lip. Tim had to convince himself not to kiss her again, Rory was not in her right mind and if things went any further, he would not forgive himself.

"It doesn't matter what I want. You need to sleep this off," he said and pulled out a syringe he had stolen from Jason a few days ago. He had forgotten that he had left it in these sweats. The story behind it was that Jason was carrying it because Tim had refused to sleep during the prank war and that went on for almost three weeks. So, he had taken it upon himself to make Tim sleep, with a sedative.

He pulled the cap off with his teeth and stuck it in Rory's neck, within seconds she was out. Letting out a long sigh, he dropped his head on her shoulder. What the fuck was he going to do now? Was this what Ivy meant when she let them go? Thinking back on it, they should have paid more attention.

Getting off the bed, Tim tucked her in and turned out the lights and turned on her starry light. Rory was not afraid of the dark, but she preferred to have the stars above her while she slept. Running his hand through his hair, he took one last look at the girl sleeping on the bed and walked out of her room.

"What the hell happened to you babybird?"

Tim froze and saw Jason standing there with his arms crossed. "And why is that empty?" he pointed to the syringe still in Tim's hand.

"Don't ask, just don't," he said and disposed of the syringe before walking into his room and shut the door. The last thing he needed was Jason, or anyone else for that matter finding out about what just happened in Rory's room.

Sitting at his desk he began to work more on the case he and Rory were assigned to, but his thoughts kept straying towards the kiss. He couldn't get it out of his head, the way her lips felt on his and how perfect it seemed. The warmth of her skin under his fingers and the way he felt when she tugged on his hair.

With a loud groan, he dropped his head on his desk with a thud. Tim shouldn't be thinking that way about his best friend, that's all they were meant to be. But the pit in his stomach grew, it hurt him to know that Rory would never feel that way for him. One of the worst feelings was unrequited affection, and he didn't want to ruin their friendship any more than he possibly had.

"Hey, Tim? You okay in there, I heard a loud thud?" Dick's voice sounded from the other side of his door.

"Yes? No?" he groaned. "I don't know."

Without another word, Dick walked in and sat on Tim's bed. He saw the look on Tim's face and grew worried. "Hey, kiddo what's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on Tim's back.

Tim leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes with his hand. Dick was way too observant for Tim's liking, so was Jason and Damian but it was Dick outside his door so maybe he could help him.

"What I tell you does not leave this room, okay?" he asked, still avoiding his eyes. Dick grew more worried for his younger brother, what had him so bothered that he didn't want anyone else to know?

"Yeah, sure Tim. I promise."

Tim let out a sigh and finally looked at Dick. "I think I fell in love with my best friend"

#Tim Drake #Timothy Drake #tim drake fanfic #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake x oc #Red Robin #DC comics #batfamily #Gotham

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dothwrites · 5 years

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@redridinghood03 requested Destiel baking together with a flour war. <3

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It’s an odd sort of life for a hunter when the worst catastrophe of the day is finding Cas trying to do things in the kitchen.

“Thought we agreed that you weren’t going to experiment anymore,” Dean says, cautiously, because it’s 11am, which is still an hour before Cas is considered fully human. Antagonizing Cas at this hour, when a quick glance at the coffee maker tells him that the former angel is only a cup and a half deep, is a ballsy measure, but Dean didn’t get to his advanced age by playing safe. “Or that you would at least bring along an adventure buddy.”

Cas doesn’t deign to look at him as he studies the flour spread out across the countertop with toddler like intensity.

“Dean, when the ancestors of humanity’s ancestors were still swimming in the oceans, I was already a garrison commander,” Castiel says, and yeah, Dean made him mad. That’s a definite pissy tone in his voice.

“All right grouchy, no need to brag.”

Cas just grunts at him. Throwing caution to the winds, Dean creeps forward, enough that he can see the sad looking lump of...something...in the mixing bowl.

“So uh...we’re having...” Dean’s nose wrinkles as he looks at the greyish lump congealing in the stainless steel bowl. He feels as though he should look away, just so this monstrosity can pass from the world in some kind of peace. At his elbow, he can feel the slow burn of Cas’ irritation. “Gruel?” he finally guesses.

“I’ll just clean it up,” Cas says.

Thing is, Dean loves ruffling Cas’ metaphorical feathers. He loves the look that Cas gets on him, like a cat who’s just been sprayed in the face with a squirt gun and holds a grudge over it. There’s something so delightful about seeing Castiel, badass former angel of the Lord, snapping and snarling because Dean changed the channel or moved his book or inconvenienced him in any way, shape, or form.

He’d hoped for that pissy little reaction. What he gets is so much worse. Cas’ voice is resigned as he turns to the pathetic huddle of failure in front of him. The disappointment clear in the slump of his spine rubs against some half-healed, raw spot of Dean’s, until he’s rushing forward and catching the cold goop in his hands. It’s simultaneously lumpy and unnaturally smooth and he bites back the automatic gag as the soft, sticky mess oozes through the spaces in his fingers.

“Maybe we can save this,” he tries. It’s a pipe-dream--This is obviously beyond saving, but anything to make that disappointed look disappear from Cas’ face. “What were you trying to make anyway?”

Cas’ face gets that squinty, shifty look that it does when he’s trying to figure out the best way to slide around the relevant facts. Out of all of humanity’s little quirks, Dean wishes that Cas hadn’t taken to lying like a duck to water, but the good news is, for the most part, Cas is pretty fucking obvious when he decides to throw a little lie in the mix.

Case in point: right fucking now.

“A pastry dish,” Cas finally lands on.

Dean can’t stop his snort, which is not a good thing, because all that does is serve to piss Cas off even further. Dean asks, around his own little helpless burbles of laughter and Cas’ half-snarl, “A pastry dish? Cas, you know that making pastry is like...well, it’s hard,” he finishes lamely, Cas’ glare finally getting to him. He bumps his hips into Cas’, ignores the little shiver of delight that he gets from the action and takes Cas’ place at the counter. “You don’t do anything by halves,” Dean murmurs.

It all makes sense now: the flour, the butter, the eggs, even the sodden lump of hopeful dough in the bowl. The only thing that Dean can’t understand is why Cas would wake up with the burning need to turn contestant on a baking show. As a human, Cas is vulnerable to whims, but this is stranger than most.

“All right.” Dean rolls up his sleeves and surveys the countertop, same way he used to look at the weapons stashed in the back of the Impala. “Tell me what we’re dealing with.”

“I was going to make it myself.” There’s something petulant in Cas’ tone, which Dean would normally roll right over (another bit of humanity that Dean wishes Cas hadn’t caught onto so quickly was the idea of stubbornness) but what makes him stop is the ragged, raw edge of something else. He doesn’t know what it is, but it’s not just a whim, like he originally thought. For whatever reason, Cas has decided that making this stupid pastry thing matters.

“I know.” Dean dares to lean into Cas’ space, touch his shoulder to Cas’. Something about the contact relaxes them both, lets a little breath of fresh air into the room. “But no offense, you’re going to need some help. I’m here, I’m willing...Let’s just get it done.”

The look on Cas’ face says that he’s not thrilled with Dean’s logic, but that he also doesn’t see a logical alternative. So Dean listens as Cas rattles off the ingredients that he’ll need (human or not, Castiel has a mind like a steel trap, which comes in damn handy most times) and the basic instructions.

The flour hits the bowl with a soft whump and sends up a little cloud everywhere. Dean blinks through it, wiping away the bit that’s gotten on his cheeks. He rubs his fingers together before he looks over at Cas.

“Oh hell,” he says around his laughter, “you’ve got...”

A fine patina of flour sits on Cas’ hair, nose, and shoulders. It looks like he’s been in through a snowstorm or that he has the worst case of dandruff ever. Dean can’t help but laugh because the overly dignified stare that Cas tries to defend himself with doesn’t help relieve the ridiculousness of the situation. Instead, it just adds to it, like watching a cat trying to recover its lost dignity.

Dean’s chuckles morph into outright laughter, becoming louder and more uncontrolled the more that Castiel tries to pull his cloak of dignity around him. Finally, Cas’ facade and patience both snap and he does that which Dean was not expecting him to do.

Dean sputters around the sudden face full of flour, spitting clouds of white away from his mouth as he snorts in small bursts. He blinks to clear his vision and looks at Cas. Cas’ face is a mixture of satisfaction, horror at his own daring, and slowly but surely, delight. As Dean watches, the sheer joy eclipses everything else, until Cas is grinning, huge and wide and gummy, before he starts to laugh.

He’s heard Cas chuckle before, short little huffs through his nose and, rarer than a blue moon, an occasional short bark of amusement (usually at Dean’s expense, but sometimes they watch funny stuff on TV). But this is the first time that he’s ever heard Cas laugh, a full bodied sound that comes up deep from the diaphragm and explodes through the kitchen, rich and warm and infectious enough that soon, Dean’s laughing along with him.

“Asshole,” he says, gasping around his laughs as he seizes a handful of flour and tosses it in Cas’ general direction. It falls well short of him, but the intention was clear, and suddenly, like children, they’re chasing each other around the kitchen, dodging over and under tables and countertops, throwing flour.

Castiel may have been the commander of an angelic garrison for thousands of years, but Dean’s an older brother. There was only ever one way that this was going to end.

It ends with Cas cornered against the fridge, hands empty as Dean advances on him, bag of flour in hand. “Dean,” Cas tries, holding his hands out in what Dean supposes is supposed to be reconciliation. “Dean, there’s no need for...Look at the kitchen, it’s already a mess...”

“Yes it is.” Dean’s cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. “And whose fault is that, Castiel?”

Cas’ face shifts from a poor attempt at pleading to his smitey expression, eyes narrowed and mouth pressed into a flat line. “You started it,” he says, flatly, uncompromising.

“Did I?” Dean asks, calm and sedate as he dumps half the bag over Cas’ head.

After the dust settles (it turned out to be a kamikaze attack, the flour dust got Dean as well as Cas), they slump onto the floor, still huffing with breathless laughter. Dean’s shoulder presses into Cas’ and his fingers are tangled through Cas’. He decides to leave them there.

“So what were you making?” Dean asks. Whatever it was, it’s long beyond salvaging now. He supposes that after they clean up, they can either try for Take 3 or, they can just do what they probably should have done to begin with, which is to go down to Lebanon’s bakery and buy whatever it is that Cas had a hankering for.

Cas slants his eyes at him. “Well, it was March 14th, so I was trying to honor that occasion.”

It takes Dean a minute to link the pieces together. “A pie,” he finally comes up with. “You were...you were trying to bake a pie.”

“In honor of the day,” Cas says, seriously as if Pi Day were an internationally recognized day of mourning and not a fun coincidence that high school teachers all over the country seized.

Dean’s still not done putting the pieces together. “You were making a pie because...” The last piece slots into place and Dean’s cheeks heat, at the same time as a grin starts to spread across his face. “Cas, were you making a pie for me?”

Cas is definitely looking shifty now, his fingers twitching underneath Dean’s as he starts to brush at the flour covering his jeans. Dean doesn’t let him pull away and laces his fingers tightly with Cas’. He doesn’t push or prod, because he’s learned through painful experimentation that pushing Cas too fast and too far beyond his comfort zone ends in nothing more than a snapped Fuck off Dean at best and a slapped ear at worst, but he also doesn’t let Cas pull away. Because Dean also knows that, while Cas aspires to be a world-class liar, there’s nothing he craves more than the truth. From everyone, but most often, himself.

“It’s possible,” Cas begins, belligerence covering up something pale and vulnerable, “that, since it was already associated with the day, and since I knew that it was your favorite dessert, that it could be thought that I was making the pie for you--”

“You were going to make me a pie,” Dean breathes, just before he puts a hand on Cas’ cheek to tilt his head towards him. He checks Cas’ eyes, a silent is this ok and the look he gets from Cas screams full speed ahead, so Dean leans forward.

Absurd that after all this time, what it takes is a failed pie and a kitchen doused in flour. But, Dean thinks, before Cas’ lips meet his and then he’s not thinking about much at all, much like pie crust, it’s usually not about the individual ingredients, but more the process and the sum of its parts.

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Later, curled up in his bed, satisfaction and bliss still humming through his veins, Dean nuzzles at the underside of Cas’ jaw, stubble prickling alongside his nose and cheeks. “Was there something that we forgot to do?” he asks, voice heavy and thick with impending sleep. “Feels like we’re missing something.”

“Don’t know.” Cas’ arm curves over Dean’s waist and settles possessively on the small of his back. Miles and miles of skin are pressed against his and Dean loves it, would bottle this feeling and take hits off of it like a junkie if he could. “Sleep now. Worry later.”

“Yeah,” Dean yawns, already halfway gone. Cas is right. Whatever it is that they’re missing, they can figure it out after a nap.

That’s his last thought, at least until he hears the Sam’s shrill, “What the hell?” coming from the kitchen.

Oh, Dean thinks, remembering the flour covering almost every inch of the kitchen, as well as the incriminating patterns made in said flour, as well as the obvious articles of clothing left in the kitchen.

That’s what we forgot to do.

Then he sleeps.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #fluff #castiel in the bunker #human!cas #dean winchester #castiel #dothwrites

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theshy1sout · 3 years

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Inseparable - Chapter 16

Tags: Broppy, Slow Burn Fluff, Trolls Mythology Au, Not rated

Ao3 here

Notes: That was hard to write chapter... Elephants are hard to describe somehow XD

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- There! - Milton, the god of the critters, stands on the top of the hill and points at something on the other side. - Aren't they amazing?

Poppy climbs upon and stands next to him. She looks where he points and gasps.

- Branch! - The goddess turns back and calls out her dear blue man, who doesn't run after Milton as she did. - Come here! You have to see this!

Branch chuckles, seeing her enthusiasm. He gets faster and soon he is by her side.

Well, the view is amazing. Big... No, Huge! The huge, grey creatures with massive round feet, with a gigantic hairless wrinkled body, step heavily swingling in the long line. Their noses are so long, looking like their fifth limb. They grab with them each other's little tails. Their big ears are waving as if they use them as fans.

- I call them "Elephants" - Milton announces with genuine pride.

- They are so big! - Poppy beams, staring with amazement at the creatures marching in front of them, down the hill.

- How long have you been creating them? - Branch asks.

- A few years? I didn't count - The violet god smiles carelessly. - They are my biggest project, for sure.

The Immortals stare at the elephants for a while. They are absolutely incredible. Some of them are chasing each other for fun. Little ones are running around their parents, sometimes crash into their huge legs and fall with the loud squeal. One of the big elephants helps his child to stand up, lifting him with his long trunk. Little creature trumps happily at him and his parent pats his back.

But whatever they do in the meanwhile, they never stop walking. They take breaks for playing, but they always come back to the long line they make.

- Where are they going? - The pink goddess tilts her head like a curious puppy.

- They are walking animals. Wanderers - Milton explains. - They have no home, never stay in one place for longer than a day. It is their nature. - He puts his hand on his hips. - It's kinda an experiment of mine. I wanted to create some kind of animals-explorers.

- They have no home? - Poppy asks with compassion. Suddenly she feels a hint of loss. She has no home either.

- They are home to each other - The violet god points at the elephants' line. - See how they are holding each others' tails? They just don't want to lose each other, they are so important to each other. Elephants make big families, and as long as they are together, they are happy.

Poppy glances at one of the baby elephants, holding his mummy's tail and swinging it happily. She smiles warmly at the creatures. That's so sweet.

The sudden touch of warmth surprises her. She feels her hand sinking into it, her fingers intertwist with something soft and new. She looks aside and meets Branch's eyes.

- Um... - The blue god smiles shyly. - You don't have a tail, don't you?

Poppy gazes down at their hands clasped together. They've never done this. Why? They just didn't think about that before, but she's sure they start to do it much more often now. It is so nice.

The words Branch said echo in her head. They just sounded so weird.

- A tail? - She frowns at him.

He chuckles slightly and smiles tenderly out of nowhere.

- You know, I just... got inspired again - He said warmly, putting his chin on her shoulder. - I just wanted to show you I don't want to lose you. You are important to me. Look at those creatures. They have no home. No place to own. They own only themselves. Just like us.

Poppy smiles wide and warm. She squeezes his hand and feels as he does the same. It's hard to look at him in that position, but she can caress her cheek against his, which is maybe even more pleasant than seeing his blue eyes.

- You are so sweet - She whispers affectionately.

- It's not sweet, it's true! - He protests playfully. - You are my home. You make me happy. - He stops and hesitates for a while, closing his eyes. He slowly drops his smile. His voice sounds low and serious now, even if it's still warm and quiet. - Do you... Do you want to be family?

Poppy frowns, not understanding the question.

- I mean...

- Being inseparable? - She guesses his words, interrupting him. - I thought we already are, aren't we?

Branch heaves a sigh and lets go of her shoulder. He looks down, kinda shy and serious at the same time.

- I mean... I want to promise... I... - He gets confused all of sudden. He puts his hand on his hip, then sinks it into his hair, then starts rubbing his neck, and finally, he clears his throat and gazes into her eyes, squeezing her hand a bit tighter. - I want to promise you my fidelity.

Poppy stares at him with her eyes wide open.

- You mean...

- The Immortal Vow - He gazes at her guilelessly and heartfully. He grabs her hand with both of his hands, hiding it like a little treasure. He looks down at it and says a bit quieter. - But only if you want to...

The goddess stays speechless, staring down at their hands. She loses her mind, his confession was just so sudden. The Immortal Vow is the most binding declaration Immortals can tell. It's an unbreakable promise, even if someone wants to break it, they can't. Swearing on the Chaos is just so strong and powerful.

- It's... So serious - She breathes out, blinking. She glances at him again. - Why do you want it anyway?

He squeezes her hand slightly, caressing it with his thumb.

- Cause this is serious for me. You're not a play for me, Poppy - His eyes meet hers. - You're not a friend, a game, you're not a pleasant feeling to feel for me. You've already known that I'll never leave your side, but... I want you to feel it. I want it to be the most obvious, the most solid thing in your life. And... - He takes a deep breath. He gets quieter with the next words. - I desire you to want the same for me...

She smiles slightly, feeling her heart getting warmer.

- No more surprises?

- Exactly - He nods. - Every single Day, every single Night together. Even when we're far, we'll always come back.

- You'll be my end and beginning - Poppy whispers. Little sparks dance in her eyes. - My sunrise and sunset.

Branch smiles wide and tenderly at her. He says nothing, he just waits for her, adoring endlessly the musing on her face.

- We'll be one - She says like her the most wanted desire. And it is. Firstly she was scared, a bit overwhelmed by this idea. He said it just shockingly suddenly. But the more she listens to him, the more she considers that thought, the calmer she feels about it. She feels so calm, so warm, like those are the things she needs and she waits for.

Poppy squeezes his hand, his dear, big, safe, warm hand she adores now much more than ever. She gives Branch a bright, calm smile like a gift from her heart.

- When do we start? - She asks confidently.

The blue god blinks. His mouth opens wide in awe. Now it is him who freezes because of an unexpected confession.

- Whenever you want - He breathes out.

- What about now? - Her smile gets wider, her eyes are sparkling with genuine felicity.

Branch smiles wide at her beautiful pink eyes. He swallows slowly, gathering thoughts.

- If we meet all three terms of The Immortal Vow... - He looks at the Staff in Poppy's other hand. - Well, we already have the divine artifact to swear on.

- And what about the sign? - The goddess asks. - The physical witness of the Vow?

The god frowns, thinking out. After a minute he lets go of her hand and unclenches his cape. He splits sharply the silver buckle off from it and throws the cape on the ground. Poppy's watching him with shock. He takes the round part of the buckle, in the shape of the circle, and breaks it into two halves. He starts forming it slowly and carefully in his hands. It takes 20 minutes or more, but she doesn't disturb him with questions, waiting patiently for him. Then he shows her his open hand with two silver rings.

- They're not so beautiful, but enough for the sign - The god admits. - Try if it's your size

She takes the smaller one and hesitates.

- Um, I have no hand - She chuckles, pointing at the Stuff.

- I help you

He takes the ring from her and carefully puts it on one of the fingers on her right hand. She shivers with excitement, feeling that the ring fits perfectly.

- You have a good intuition for sizes - She says, viewing the ring on her hand. - Can I put yours?

- You said you have no hand - He chuckles.

- Just spread your hand! - She beams with a smile. She takes the second ring from him and tries to find the very same finger she had hers. She puts it carefully on his finger, ending with grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

- The last thing - He smiles at her. - We need the witness.

Poppy frowns, it reminds her of something. They both turn slowly in the very same direction and look at the violet god of critters, standing helplessly near them.

- I have no idea what you're talking about - He confesses, being really confused. - You totally forget that I'm still here!

- But why don't you say anything? - Branch asks.

- I-I didn't want to interrupt you - Milton gets all shy. - You two look so... Happy. Attached. I don't know... I've never seen anything like you two. Um... Can I ask what is this um... - He points at them awkwardly. - This between you. It's much more than Friendship, isn't it? I haven't known anything like that is even possible!

- We neither - Poppy smiles warmly, looking at their clasped hands. - It was such a coincidence, but I like to believe that we're meant to be.

Branch can't help but smiles wide at her. He forces himself to look at Milton once again.

- You see... It's a pretty hard thing to explain. We have no name for that and...

- What about ''Love"? - The goddess interrupts him.

The blue god frowns at her.

- It's just a random syllable, the first thing that my mind made up - She giggles dorkly. - But we need to call it somehow. "Love" sounds quite good, doesn't it?

- But it sounds a bit like "loathe"

- No, it doesn't! Loathe, love, loathe, love, loath, love, loathe, love, lo...

- Okay, fine! - He puts his hand on her mouth to stop her. - It doesn't!

When Poppy is giggling, Milton stares at them dazedly.

- You touch each other so much - The violet god points out like the weirdest, the newest shocking thing he's ever seen.

- Cause... - Branch lets go of the goddess's mouth. - Um... This is just... Pleasant.

- And we show with it our affection! - Poppy beams, embracing Branch's arm and putting her chin on his arms. She regrets that she can't hug him fully because of the Staff. Milton stares at them a bit differently now. His sight is half amazed and half dreamy.

- So what is "Love"? - He asks with genuine curiosity.

Poppy and Branch look at each other.

- Let's tell him. Someone has to know - The goddess whispers knowingly and notices the spark of agreement in his blue eyes.

So they tell him. They tell him everything. From the very beginning to the moment he witnessed. Their every discovery, their every failure, their thoughts and feelings, their hopes and beliefs. The months of getting to know each other more and more and getting closer and closer. The months of attaching and opening to each other, sharing thoughts and feelings, sharing this weird pleasant thrill. Their little sacrifices, their gifts and surprises, the overwhelming adoration they have for each other, and all of those amazing things they see in each other. When they finish, the elephants are far from the hill, only their grey silhouettes are visible on the horizon. They're sitting on the grass, waiting for Milton's answer. He says nothing for such a long time, staring calmly at the ground.

- Do you think... - The violet god starts shyly. - Do you think I also can... Love?

- Of course, you can! - Poppy beams brightly.

- But... Who? Who is this person I would love?

- I don't think it's a "finding a perfect person" game - Branch points out. - It's a process that starts with your will. As we told you. Step by step you give a bit of you - He grabs Poppy's little hand and intertwines his fingers with the pink ones. - And the other person gives a bit of themselves.

- It's teamwork - The goddess adds with a bright smile on her face. - The effort is joint and the fruits are joint.

- And so delicious - The blue god smirks widely, making Poppy collapse a sudden giggle.

Milton looks at their hands and wonders for a while in calm Silence. The silver rings on their fingers sparkle slightly in the daylight.

- And you want me to be a witness of your Immortal Vow? - He asks.

- Yes - Branch admits. - Can you?

The violet god nods. The god of the Night and the goddess of the Day smiles at each other with genuine happiness. They squeeze their hands and feel the little metal things in them.

- We should take off the rings - Branch chuckles. And then he turns to Milton. - Can you hold them for us during the Vow?

The violet god nods in Silence again and takes the rings from them, when they put them off.

There is nothing more to wait for, nothing more to do or say. They all just stand up. Branch and Poppy face to face, and Milton in a small distance. The goddess puts the Staff between them and grabs it with both her hands. She takes a deep, shaking from excitement breath.

- Are you ready? - She asks unnecessary, for no reason, just to look at Branch. He nods with a serious face. His hands land on the top of hers, covering them warmly.

She heaves a sigh, closing her eyes. They haven't decided who starts, but she wants to be first and she knows he lets her. She gathers her thoughts and speaks, slowly, loud and confident, putting all of her heart in almost every word:

- In the name of the Chaos, In the power of The Staff of the Light, Queen Rose's sacrosanct heritage, I, Poppy, The Goddess of the Light and the Day, the guardian of The Staff, promise you, Branch, the God of the Night, the Silence, and the Darkness, my fidelity, my loyalty, my love, from now on for all eternity, through thick and thin, for better or for worse. I give you my heart and my soul, my body and my mind, and I promise I will never leave your side. - She breathes calmly and swallows, before the last, clinching words. - I swore on The Staff of the Light, and Milton, the god of the critters, is my witness.

Poppy feels a gentle wave of warmth. The Vow is on and the goddess is in Its power. Branch's hands clasp tighter on hers. The chills run across her back when she listens to his low, calm, serious voice:

- In the name of the Chaos, in the power of the Staff of the Light, Queen Rose's sacrosanct heritage, I, Branch, the god of the Night, the Silence, and the Darkness, promise you, Poppy, the goddess of the Light and the Day, my fidelity, my loyalty, my love, from now on for all eternity, through thick and thin, for better and for worse. - His voice gets softer. - I give you my heart and soul, my body and mind, and I promise I will never leave your side. I swore on the Staff of the Light, and Milton, the god of the critters, is my witness.

He quivers. He opens his eyes and meets Poppy's happily sparkling sight, her gorgeous warm smile, his heart beats fast, his whole body trembling with thrill...

- Those rings are the visible sign of your Vow - Milton announces ceremonially, showing them his open hands with two silver round pieces of metal. - With the moment you wear them, you will never put them off.

Branch takes the smaller one and grabs Poppy's hand. He puts the ring carefully on her finger and sees how it clinches. Poppy does the same with his ring, and he feels it. The silver closes around his finger.

- We can never put it off - He dreamily repeats Milton's words

The pink goddess shakes her head.

- No, we can't - She says and it sounds like the greatest news, like the best thing that ever happened to her. The symbol of the Vow makes it binding and indissoluble.

They smile at each other. And then, suddenly, Branch grabs Poppy's waist, lifts her, and spins twice, making her laugh heartily. The very moment he puts her down, she embraces him as tight as she can with the Staff in her hand. Branch cuddles her, laughing happily, smiling so wide, his eyes in tears, his heart so warm.

- I love you - Poppy bursts out into his chest.

- Okay, you're right, that sounds good - The god chuckles. He sinks his fingers into her hair and massages her gently just like she likes. He nestles his nose into her silk strawberry hair and closes his eyes, sighing softly and dreamily. - I love you, too.

Feeling her heartbeats on his chest always calms him deeply, in and out. "Inseparable. - He thinks with bliss. - We are really inseparable now."

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 years

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The yard boy | JJ Maybank (part 3)

The sky was getting darker by every minute that passed. A storm was about to hit the island soon and, according to the local meteo, it was going to be a big one. But, the announcement of a storm didn't seem to bother JJ who was casually mowing Montgomery's lawn, unbothered by the darkening sky above him.

Inside the house, Flynn went downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen and caught sight of a blond head in her yard. She frowned, surprised that he hadn't gone home yet. Weather changes fast on the island when there's a storm coming. One second the sky can be bright and clear and the next, it's dark and pouring.

Abandoning her search for a snack, she opened the back door, stepping on the cement tiles of the backyard.

''What are you still doing here? The storm's getting closer. It's gonna start pouring soon,'' she asked, shouting over the noise of the lawnmower, hoping JJ would hear her.

He looked up, but didn’t stop. ''I gotta finish before your father arrives,'' JJ responded in a monotonous tone.

They hadn't talked since the boat argument two weeks ago and JJ couldn't care less. He had no business with her. His job was to mow the lawn and take care of the Montgomerys' yard, not be friendly with their daughter.

''If he were here, he'd tell you to go home, JJ. The storm-''

''Ten minutes and I'm done,'' he promised.

Flynn hesitated, her green eyes looking up at the angry colored sky. ‘’It's not safe to stay outside during a storm. You can get struck by lightning.''

JJ cocked an eyebrow. ''It hasn't started raining, has it?'' The brunette stayed quiet. ‘’Ten minutes and I’m out of here.''

A roar of thunder echoed through the large house and Flynn decided to go check on JJ, in case he was still outside. He said he would be done in ten minutes, but boys are bad at calculating and managing their time.

She slid the backdoor open, about to call out JJ’s name when she spotted him by the garden furniture, zipping up his backpack, getting ready to leave.

''No need to check on me. I just finished. I'm going home, now.''

Going home? Is he crazy? He most likely came here by foot which meant he’d have to walk back to the Cut.

Flynn shook her head. ''No. You can't go home in this storm. I just heard thunder.''

JJ scoffed. ''Look, it's nice of you to worry about me, but there's no need to. I'm a big boy, I’m not scared of a storm. See you next week,'' he said dryly. JJ slung his bag over his shoulder and just as he was about to leave, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky above the water, quickly followed by heavy rain.

The blond wasn't afraid of getting a little wet, it’s just rainwater, but Flynn wasn't going to let him jeopardize his life by walking home during a thunderstorm. She’d feel so guilty if something were to happen to him.

A loud peal of thunder echoed, making the brunette jump at the unexpected noise.

‘’Scared of thunder?’’ JJ teased, cocking an eyebrow.

Flynn rolled her eyes. ‘’I’m not. B-but we should get inside, though.’’

‘’We?’’ JJ repeated. He shook his head. ‘’No, no. I’m not coming in. My dad is waiting for me-’’

‘’If you think I’m gonna let you walk home during this weather, you may think again. You can go when the storm is over.''

Surprisingly, the Montgomerys weren't prepared for a thunderstorm at all. They didn't have any flashlights or any emergency items in their huge house. They must've assumed they won't need any of these items because they're Kooks, but thunderstorms and power cuts are common in the Outer Banks - regardless of how much money there's in your pocket.

Lucky for them, Flynn had a couple scented candles in her bedroom so they didn't have to be in the complete dark.

''Do they all stink like that?'' JJ asked, not a fanatic of the strong floral scent currently burning and filling the living room. ‘’If so, I’d rather sit in the dark.’’

''You don't like lavender? It’s relaxing.''

A smirk formed on JJ’s lips. ‘’I know better ways to relax.’’

Flynn gave him a look, her mind immediately going on the dirty side.

‘’I meant weed,’’ he clarified, seeing the look of disgust on her face. ‘’But, that can work too.’’ JJ reached out to grab his bag from the floor and pulled out a joint, raising it to his lips to light it when Flynn gasped, taking it from him. ''Hey!''

''Are you crazy? It'll smell through the whole house. My dad will furious when he returns.''

JJ rolled his eyes. What a party pooper. ''We can't ever have some fun with you, Kooks, uh?''

''We do fun stuff. We...we play games.''

''Games? Like Monopoly?'' He snickered. ''Sorry. I don’t do board games.’’

Flynn rolled her eyes, standing from the couch. ‘’I don't mean Monopoly, idiot. I mean a drinking game.''

At the mention of alcohol, the blond grinned. ''That I like!''

JJ watched as Flynn retrieved a liquor bottle from her father's cabinet, not really paying attention to what she chose, before returning to the couch with a set of two glasses. She handed one to JJ and sat down across him on the couch.

Turned out Flynn and him had different preferences of drinking games. While the brunette enjoyed a good old high school drama game in the Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever genre, JJ would rather play beer pong. It demanded skills - and he liked to show off.

Although those types of drinking games weren’t JJ’s favorite - he found them childish and boring -, he still agreed to play. If it means drinking something else than cheap beer for once in his life, he’ll play any games. And, who said they can't spice things up a little?

‘’I’ll start. Never have I ever stolen from a store.’’

JJ took a sip, acting very casual about his confession. ‘’Not everyone can just whip out daddy’s black card whenever they want something.’’ Thunder roared outside, filling the silence as the Kook girl looked down, aware of her privilege. ‘’Never have I ever...lied to my parents.’’

Flynn rolled her eyes. ‘’You know, I’m not as innocent as you think. Level up with those questions.’’

‘’Okay, okay. Erm, never have I ever gone skinny dipping.’’

She didn’t drink, making JJ snicker. Of course she hadn't.

‘’Never have I ever sent a naughty pic.’’

JJ smiled smugly, taking a long sip. ‘’Never have I ever snuck out?’’

Flynn took a sip and JJ was impressed - but not too much. Maybe she was more rebellious than she let on.

''Never have I ever watched the garden boy from my bedroom window.'' Flynn took a sip, trying to contain her smile behind the glass, watching as JJ raised an eyebrow, processing her confession.

Did he hear that right?

Although he hadn’t noticed her staring from her bedroom window, the blond wasn't completely surprised. Flynn was always coincidently around whenever he was working on the yard, whether it was cutting grass, watering the garden or cleaning the boat. Sometimes, she was on the patio reading a book or simply tanning on the boat - like two weeks ago. They haven't had a lot of conversations, having stuck to complete silence since the boat argument, but words weren't always needed.

JJ would be a liar if he said he had never looked at her either, but he was also very conscious that if he'd get caught by Flynn's father, he'd be fired and that wasn't an option so he didn't test his chance with her.

‘’You know you’re supposed to ask things you haven’t done, right?’’

She shrugged, feeling confident, putting her half empty glass on the coffee table. ‘’We’re changing the rules for tonight.’’

JJ cocked an eyebrow. ‘’We are?’’

Flynn hummed. ''What are you gonna do about it, JJ?'' she asked in a soft, flirty tone.

''I can think of a few things...''

Testing the waters, Flynn scooted closer to JJ's side of the couch, her gray eyes meeting JJ's blue ones before slowly closing the space between them. It started slow, but quickly picked up in pace, both of them applying more pressure and will into the kiss.

The alcohol was long forgotten, having moved to much better activities. They didn't really have a plan, only time to waste, and this seemed like a great way to do so.

JJ smiled smugly into the kiss, feeling a hand grasp his thigh to get some leverage and deepen the kiss. Flynn's hand came up, cupping his jaw and sliding her other arm behind his neck, fingers grazing the roots of his blond hair.

A roar of thunder echoed through the house as she climbed onto his lap, allowing JJ's hand to slip under the hem of her skirt, exposing her bare thigh, his calloused fingers feeling rough on her soft skin. This felt different than making out with other Kooks, but Flynn didn't hate it. She wanted...more.

The night had taken an unexpected turn, but JJ wasn't complaining. Who would? He was stuck inside a huge house with one of the hottest chick of the island and her lips were on his, making out as the thunderstorm roared outside. This was fucking paradise.

JJ's free hand came behind her back, pressing their bodies closer before disconnecting his lips from Flynn's to kiss along her jaw, neck and down to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, making more room for JJ's lips, feeling them grazing the edge of her blouse. She encouraged JJ to pull down the sleeve, one of her breasts popping out of the top - which didn't go unnoticed by the blond, losing no time attaching his lips to it, making Flynn moan at the sensation.

Kook boys weren't like that. They didn't care enough to give attention to their partner and their desires. All they wanted was to fuck and only them were allowed to feel pleasure. At least, that’s what Rafe would do.

Pulling back, Flynn detached herself from JJ and reached behind to unzip her blouse and peel it off, watching the blond bite his lip at the sight. JJ did the same with his shirt, almost kicking the candle off the table when he threw it away.

''Careful. Don't set the house on fire,'' Flynn warned, having difficulty finding a way to tell her father how his house caught on fire.

JJ laughed, shaking his head before crawling over to Flynn's end of the couch and placing himself between her parted legs, using his arms as leverage to kiss her. Their bare chests were flushed together, her manicured fingernails digging into his back, making hiss at the slight pain.

Kissing soon escalated into more, Flynn's skirt and underwear joining the rest of her clothes as JJ descended his lips down the middle of her breasts to her stomach, making her gasp and clutch a handful of his blond hair as she felt his lips and skilled tongue on her. Her moans were swallowed by the thunder, its noise getting louder and louder, meaning they were closer to the lightning.

JJ paused, looking up through his lashes. ‘’Judging by the angry weather outside, it looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a moment.''

''Good.''

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x oc #obx #Outer Banks #outer banks fic #sorry for the long wait #I completely forgot to post...

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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I want to tell you... (Part 11.)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Part Summary: The storm in your town really reached the strenght of a hurricane, so you’ve decided to spend the night at Nate’s, because your boyfriend left for a business trip. And one glass of wine led to another...

A/N: Nate is my baby and I will protect him until the day I die. This man deserves love and love only. This is the one (1) ray of sunshine you were waiting for, and yeah, he can go all wild and bounce on you like on a rodeo, but... Let this man have some sweet love-making for once, okay?

Warnings: Slow, heart-warming, embracing, fluffy, loving smut.

Word counter: 6 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @peakymarvels, @nemodoren, @flavorishy, @decadentwinnerjudgedream

Series master list: H E R E

Nathan’s car sing-along playlist: H E R E

Nate watched you standing in front of the window, watching the storm unraveling. It was raining, the wind was blowing, thunders were shaking the glass tabs and bolts of lightning were very frequent. This wasn't just some summer storm, this was a full-blown hurricane. Suddenly, he shifted his eyes back to you when you sighed, hugging yourself gently.

"I'll call Mike. I'll let him know that I'll sleep here because I don't want you to drive me home in this kind of weather. And he can't come for me, because he's on that business trip to Seattle." - You smiled at Nathan sadly, having the man nod as he watched you leave to his bedroom, closing the door behind to have some intimacy while you'll be calling your boyfriend. Nathan's heart was racing once again as he slowly realized what you said. You'll be staying over at his place. The girl he likes, the girl he's thinking about for the past month. Finally, he won't be alone inside the apartment. This was his lucky day, such coincidence couldn't be explained any other way.

Why was he so happy about having you spending the night at his place? You had a boyfriend you loved. He had a wife whom he... Loved. This was just to be sure you'll be safe during the storm outside. You could just watch some movies, drink a bit of wine, cook something, he'd let you take the bed, lends you some old clothes to sleep in... And that was it. The end. That was all.

Even though, he could feel his cheeks burning when you walked back into the room, looking at the blue-eyed man you were calling your best friend. - "Mike says hi and thank you for letting me stay the night. The weather in Seattle is bad too, according to what he'd told me. We'll take you and Elena out on some big-ass dinner as soon as she gets back." - You smiled at the man, sitting into the lazy chair again, this time tugging yourself in under a warm, soft blanket.

"Sure, I'll remember that. You know yourself, promises, promises..." - Nate offered you the TV controller, making his way to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. - "What do you want to eat? I can make some pizza, uh..." - Nate mumbled from going through the cupboards, looking at what he had in store. - "Pizza, I don't even wanna know the other options." - You answered immediately, making the man turn his head at you. If there was something he adored the most about you, it was your love for food. Especially for his homemade food. You would eat even something that didn't turn out well with an adoring smile on your face. But over the time Nate was befriending you, it seemed that you're slowly learning how to cook.

"Don't you want to know the other options? Maybe I can bake some lemon pie for you." - "No, you cant." - You answered immediately, having the man looking at you with a confused expression. - "I've already searched through your fridge. Ain't no lemons there, my friend." - A proud answer came from the lazy chair as you sat up more straight, giving him a shit-eating grin. - "First of all, rude. Second of all, crap, you're already learning how to cook. You'll be better than me one day, I tell you that."

"No, I don't think so." - You smiled back, already coming on your place next to him, getting ready to help him. - "No-one ever can cook as good as you cook, Nate. I mean it." - This took Nate's breath away for a second. The man rushed to his bedroom, grabbed one of his old linen shirts, giving it to you.

"I don't want you to end up all messy once were done." - God, did he want to see you all messy? With tomato paste all over your face, laughing and pretending to be angry with him, so he'd make it up to you... Jesus, he needed to stop these thoughts right here. But there was something about seeing you put on his shirt with a small grin on your face, which made him realize how it feels to be alive. Without realizing, you took in Nathan's smell and a smile appeared on your face. His smell was calming you down in some way. Nate was your best friend, in the end, a person you trusted. So it didn't even come across as weird.

As always, cooking with Nathan was super fun - you've been trying to make the typical pizza shape out of the dough just to have Nathan step in, saving the disaster in the progress. When that was done, you spent almost half an hour putting the ingredients in, because both of you liked something different on your pizza. You ended up making one half of it for you and the other one for it - while Nate wanted to have pieces of chicken and broccoli there, you wanted to keep your pizza as simple as possible. Because simple things were usually the best ones.

You've drunk your first glasses of wine while making for the pizza to bake, standing in the kitchen the whole time, chatting while the TV was running with some cowboy movie turned on. Nathan would swear you'd eat the hot pizza as soon as he took it out of the oven. And you'd eat it with the sheet metal as well, no problem for you. But Nathan first let you pick the movie before he served you the pizza, bringing another two glasses of wine. He usually didn't drink as much when he knew it can go perfectly bad, but he was feeling very courageous that night.

And your night went on. You were chatting throughout the romcom, talking about the people in it, reciting the dumb things they were telling each other, playfully playing some of the scenes. But the more you wine you both had inside your veins, the less you concentrated on the movie - you were just talking about stuff. Until you got to Nate and Elena's relationship, which was surely the pinnacle of the whole night.

"You're not very happy, are you?" - A silent question came from your direction. Jesus, you've already drunk three bottles of wine and you should both stop, go to sleep and talk again in the morning. Nathan had this problem with being very open about his emotions when he was drunk and he was really honest about everything inside of his head. Nate quickly scratched the nape of his neck, watching the TV screen for a second. Then he took another sip, sighed, and look at you.

"Is it that noticeable?" - The man smiled sadly, playing with the edge of the glass slowly. - "I mean, I was really happy with her in the begging. She's that kind of a person who makes you smile without even trying to. Elena's funny, beautiful, smart... Oh, boy. But I think this life isn't for her." - Nate leaned his elbow to the back of the couch, watching you all snuggled under the blanket. You listened cautiously to every word Nathan was saying - and even to the things he didn't say out loud.

"How long are things like this? I mean, how long it is since she started disappearing for long job trips?" - You asked curiously, smiling at Nate to encourage him. The man took a while to count it, to reminiscent about things, signing at the end. - "Two years now? I think?" - At that number, you rose your eyebrows and took a deep breath in. If Mike would be ignoring you like that, you'd broken up with him a long time ago. Sure, he was traveling around the USA because of his work, just like at the moment, but it always a week at the maximum. And he called you every day at least twice. But Nate... He was just too alone.

You liked that guy. Normally, you wouldn't say he's handsome because you were respecting the politeness of a friendship, but damn, these baby blue eyes were a turn for you. He seemed to be innocent, sweet, and caring... You most probably hadn't yet a guy like him - he was caring a lot, which could be felt in every look, but he wasn't annoying you with the care. Also, there weren't many guys who would care as much as he did. Mike cared about you a lot, but he still knew that you're just a human being and you need some space - but Nathan's care was special in some way. He did it in such a way you barely noticed him watching over every breath you took. And when you were getting a bit fed up with it, all it took was one of his sweet smiled and you forgave him immediately...

And he was handsome physically. Like, this guy may be goofy and clumsy, but these arms, a well-built chest and the perfect ass he had... Nathan Drake was hot when he didn't know about it. Especially when he quickly licked his lips when he thought about an answer. Or when he was cutting the vegetables. Normally, you wouldn't even acknowledge the things this openly, but you were drunk. And Nathan was all alone, broken and he wasn't loved in such a long time. Like... Sure, he and Elena probably had some hot moments whenever she got back. But for a reason, you felt that it was more of a physical necessity than an act of love. And you were in love with him. Not like romantic love, as far as you could say, but you cared about the guy a lot.

Whenever Nate was around, you felt better about yourself. The world seemed to be a better place. You liked when you just jammed to the songs in the car when he took you out to the market in the countryside, you loved to cook with him and no matter how ashamed you pretended to be when he danced, there was always a happy smile on your face when you watched him. And you knew, more or less, that you made him feel something similar. You were making him occupied ever since you became friends, the man wasn't that much alone throughout his days. Sure, he had his older brother, Sam, with friends Charlie, Sully, and Chloe, but now, he had even you.

Did you want to do it? Yeah, you wanted to do it real bad. Was it right to do it? No, it was wrong in so many points. Did you realize how much it can fuck the things up? You did, but you were ready for it. At least you thought so. So, slowly, you got up and put the glass on the table. Then you sat down in front of Nate, taking in a deep breath.

"I know that you know... That I have a boyfriend I do love a lot, right?" - You looked Nate in the eyes, feeling your heart already picking up a faster rhythm. Unconsciously, you were playing with the hem of the shirt Nate had landed you, your cheeks were slowly catching on fire. Nathan furrowed for a second there before nodding. Gently, you pulled the glass out of his hand, looking away from him. - "And I know you love Elena a lot. I can feel it, but..." - A whisper left your lips as you pulled the ring down from his left hand, putting it on the table. - "Let's just forget about for that for a moment, right?" - You asked, finally staring into his eyes.

Nathan didn't know what you were trying to do, but he was enjoying the feeling of your fingers gently playing with his hand, so he nodded to hear what you had to say. - "This would come one way or another. And I just want you to spend the night with someone who cares for you very, very much, 'kay?" - Another whisper filled Nathan's ears and this time, it took him a while to process all of the information coming out of you. You were talking... Oh, God. You were talking about what he thought you were talking about? Or did he misread the situation? Nate could feel the sweat on your fingers and insecurity in your voice. You were both drunk and this was just one great mistake you were about to make. But you didn't want Nate to find a woman who wouldn't even care for him. This guy didn't deserve a nightstand with a bitch.

Probably, over time, he would get more and more frustrated with the situation he was in. He'd search for another form of a physical release, even if he was one of the sweetest guys you've met. And you didn't want to see him falling for some random girl just because he liked her ass, that would ruin him even more. No. There were some feelings inside of you and some feelings inside of him. And if he should do something like that, you thought it would be easier for him to do it with someone he already put his trust into.

"'kay." - Nathan whispered after a short while, watching you just sitting there, looking into his eyes. As soon as you scoped over so one of your legs was hooked over his waist, he understood he read the situation just like you wanted him to read it. It was exciting to feel the warmth of another person's body, let alone the gentle caress you were giving his forearm, traveling up to his shoulder. - "You're beautiful, Nate. You know that?" - A tender whisper left your lips before you kissed his collarbone through the t-shirt he was wearing, putting your second palm on his chest, feeling his heart beating heavily under it. All this man needed was to be loved, even if it was just for one night. It was so much easier to let the feelings take control over you when you were drunk.

There was a gentle sigh coming from Nate when he slowly put his palm on your thigh, smoothing it until he reached your waist. This guy was gentle with you, almost afraid you'll back up if he touches you in a wrong way. - "No, you're beautiful." - The man smiled down on you, feeling your lips traveling all over his neck as you kissed your way to his jaw, putting your hand on the nape of his neck. - "And I wanted to tell you ever since you've come to the restaurant." - Nate licked his lips, watching your eyes flickering between his lips end eyes, just asking for permission. So the man took the situation to his hands, quite literally, cupping both your cheeks before he leaned for a slow, gentle, and almost shy kiss. Your eyes shuttered just when you felt his lips touching yours as you fully emerged into the kiss. It was the perfect first kiss when none of you pushed the buttons and just tested out the waters. And it felt good even though you were doing something very wrong at the moment.

Just when Nate didn't think it could get better than this, you caught his waist and pulled yourself so close you were almost sitting on his lap, starting to deepen the kiss. First, you were just trying to find the rhythm, until you both just gave in to the natural flow. You pulled hand under his t-shirt almost lazily, gently smoothing a trail from the first hair on his chest down to his ribs, belly, lingering on the gentle hairline marking the start of his pelvis. You smiled into the sloppy kiss as you felt him gulp needily.

"Why don't we turn the TV and get more comfortable back there?" - Your eyes flashed in the direction of Nate's bedroom. The man was lost inside your eyes and a shy smile. Jesus, he could feel his belly muscles tensing just because your fingertips were lingering there. He didn't want to let you go for a single second, but it was probably a good idea - you'll have the whole eternity to discover each other in there, plus you both could get real comfy.

"Sure, yea." - Nate breathed out immediately, standing up hastily and turning off the TV, almost knocking the bottle of wine over. This was so Nate you had to chuckle. When he caught at least some breath, he turned back to you, offering you his hand. And you slipped your palm into his with a smile, letting the mean lead you into the bedroom. It was a bit cold back there and the drops of rains were slowly slipping down on the windows, giving the place somehow a gentle, intimate atmosphere. For all you cared at the moment, the electricity could go off in the whole city and you would barely notice.

Normally, you'd hop on his lap, but there was something about this slow making out with Nate. Especially when you knew he's enjoying it. So you laid down first, smiling at him. The first thing he did was that he hooked his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off hastily. - "Hold on a minute, just like that." - You whispered, taking in the sight of the man as a whole. Jesus, at the moment you were barely realizing he's way more in shape than you always thought. He had small scars all over his torso, his pelvis was coming out, appearing so sharp it would cut your tongue if you'd lick it. And damn... You knew a lot of men shaved their hair on their torso and the small trail leading down into their pants, but it was looking really good on your best friend. - "Wanna help with that, miss?" - Nate chuckled charmingly after a minute of you staring at him being just shirtless. His finger was pointing at his shirt and your t-shirt under it, but you shook your head.

"I think I can do it with my clothes on." - You teased the man a bit, keeping your straight face on. It seemingly surprised him, - "Sure, gimme a hand, cowboy. It's kinda expected from you." - A content laugh came out of you when you saw Nate's eyes roll at your dumb joke. He was still smiling when he leaned his knee between your legs, gently tugging the shirt closer to his eyes. And with every button he undid, there was a kiss implanted on the place it was covering up. First, the man kissed the small place between your collarbone, traveling down to kiss the sweet spots between your breasts, not leaving even the spot on your rubs and lower belly. When the shirt was unbuttoned, you threw it away, watching Nathan kissing the same spots again, but peeling the t-shirt off of you this time. All you did was that you laid down, gently entwining your fingers with his hair.

"You're more gorgeous than what I imagined you'd be." - Nate murmured once even the t-shirt was slipped down, thrown on the ground. At that, you giggled, cupping his cheek to pull him for another kiss. - "You did what?" - You whispered to his lips, pressing his upper body on yours to feel the warmth of another person. - "Don't mind me, I talk nonsense when I have a beautiful woman in my arms." - Nate chuckled back, having you giggle at the remark. Jesus, you liked him so much it almost didn't feel wrong. It felt natural, it felt like something you should do a long time ago.

"I'll just ignore the fact it sounded like you're jacking off thinking about me, yea?" - A teasing grin broke on your lips as you both stopped with the kisses for a moment just to appreciate the other's presence. It felt good. Too good for you liking. - "But it would like... Give you bonus points, because I find it hot." - You smiled, biting Nate's lower lip as he hovered above you. The man kissed you quickly before pulling off again, his hand traveling on your naked waist, slowly exploring the territory of your belly and ribs.

"Can I take it back? Just to say I did jack off while thinking about you? You know, I would use these bonus points in case you'd like to lower my rating in other... Stuff." - How could a guy be as funny as Nate during something erotic and used this advantage to turn you on even more? You pretended to think about it for a while too, smoothing his naked shoulder in the meantime. - "Don't get ahead of yourself, Nate, I'm yet to decide." - And with another 'kay, Nathan put both his elbows down, gently pushing your thigh apart to push his pelvis against yours as he rocked himself against you. That guy was rock hard and you barely do something. It only confirmed your theory about him being touch starved and alone. To support the natural flow, you hooked your ankles on his ass loosely and gently pushed your pelvis against his when he rocked against you again. And again.

"You're something for real, you know that?" - Nate leaned into his palms to look at you from some height, his pelvis was still emulating the movements of a slow love-making. You slowly bent your head back, traveling with both your hands from his shoulders to his chest, assuring him that he's doing everything just right with a low moan. That made Nate groan, pushing himself faster than before. - "I've been told that here and there, Drake." - You chuckled, smiling at the man. He seemed to be mesmerized with you just as you were mesmerized with him. With a gentle smile, he kissed your throat, slowly taking your leg down from his back so he could freely roam around your body with his lips. He gave each place he could reach at least a hundred kisses before he stopped just above the hem of your jeans, looking you in the eyes.

"Would you mind or should I do it?" - Nathan asked, already feeling his mouth watering at the realization of what does he want to do at the moment. If you were willing to give him this one sinful night, he wanted to at least go in fully so he wouldn't regret not doing something. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as you smiled lazily. - "Suit yourself." - And dear God did Nathan suit himself well. You furrowed a bit when the man first unhooked the button on your jeans but moved to the socks afterward, taking them off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" - You laughed when he moved back to your jeans. Nathan was looking you in the face the whole time as his fingers got under your clothes, taking both articles down at once. The man licked his lips again, pulling it down with one quick tug. Oh, he had some strength in these arms, didn't he?

"There are no socks allowed... In my... Bed." - Nathan explained between his moves, trying to get the damn jeans off of your ankle. But to your amusement, they seemed to be stuck there.

"And what if I do have smelly feet, or if you do have smelly feet?" - You wondered with a soft giggle, leaning in to help the man undress you before he'd manage to break your ankle or whole leg. With that, Nathan smiled, leaning down for a kiss before telling you. - "Then you'll have to get over my smelly feet, there's no other way around it." - You'd swear that for a moment, you just got lost in the kiss and the way his touches were feeling. This man was so slow and gentle, Jesus Christ. You did have some demons in your head, thinking about if he can go rough with you. But this was about him. About what he needed and felt. There was no way in hell you'd interrupt him with your kinky fucking.

What you did, however, was that you circled your arm around his neck, pulling him down to embrace his upper body. The man left out a giggle, just because no reason, slowly leading his palm next to your thigh, directly between your legs. It was driving Nathan crazy... The warmth radiating out of you, your smell, the passion... So many things he hadn't feel in such a long time.

It was easy to give in without thinking, especially when he heard you whispering his name into the kiss when his palm gently discovered the gentle valley between your legs. Crap, you were already wet without Nate even having to eat you out. But he was dying to do it.

If he could, he'd spent the whole time with kissing you, praising you in a way you deserved to be praised. Because you were a fucking goddess in his eyes. Quite hastily, be made his way between your thighs, holding them apart firmly. Crap, you've been even wetter and more beautiful up close. The man couldn't but left an awed sigh before smoothing these outer lips gently, looking at you watching him. His eyes were glowing in the darkness around, his smile made you think of a boy in a toy store.

"Ready for the ride if your life, baby?" - Nathan smirked daringly, gently biting your upper thigh. He knew he can't leave a single mark on you, but God, he wished to. Mike would've murdered him if he'd find out, yet it wasn't enough to make Nate behave. The man had to use every small piece of his willpower remaining inside to keep himself from marking you at least on one spot.

"Someone's confident." - Nathan heard just before he pushed his head inside, closing his eyes as the first drops hit the tip of his tongue.

You honestly didn't know what to expect from Nate, but this? It could be felt that he's perfectly aware of every move he made, listening to your reactions. There was a few missteps here and there when he did something you didn't exactly vibe with it, so he rolled his tongue in a way that soothed you again.

You understood that a relationship fallout can be caused by many things, but you were sure as hell that sex wasn't one of them. Elena was fucking lucky to have someone as skilled as Nate at home. Back in the day, before you met Mike at one party, you've met a few jerks that didn't have a single idea about what to do once they dived down to the deep sea, but this sure as hell wasn't uncharted territory for Nathan. He put a mix of emotions into the act - showing that he cares without being that weird dude who nuzzles with a pussy, passion through using some rougher moves without hurting you or making you feel uncomfortable. And that was quite a rare combination.

Lord, you weren't even ready for the moment when Nate started sucking gently, slipping not one, but two fingers inside of you. Until that moment, you were playing with his hair - but when you felt the passion struck you, your hips buckled and your palms tugged his scalp, pushing him even more inside. Suddenly, the man looked at you, his jaw and lips glistening with the remnants of you, still fingering you in a sloppy, lazy tempo.

"Do you want me to go harder, baby? I mean, I was just toying around." - Nate asked in the most innocent tone ever, staring at you with the baby blue eyes. He was what? Just toying around? You were already heated up and started to get sweaty... And he was just toying around. Jesus, that man was something.

"Just make me fucking cum and I don't care about what you're planning on doing, 'kay cowboy?" - You asked. With that, Nathan smiled and hummed something that bore a similarity to 'your wish is my command, pretty lady' before he bore his face within you once again. Oh crap, he was just toying around, because ever since that moment, his fingers started straightaway drilling you. His lips and tongue were still really gentle while playing with the small bud, but the pressure added could be felt significantly. You sat up to have a better view of the man working, slowly smoothing his hair from side to side. - "Jesus fucking Christ, oh my Lord, Nathan, you're so fucking good at this." - Praises were always a way to go for Nate. He loved to praise and to be praised.

This man didn't look like the type, but he was capable of remarkable dirty talk when the girl sucked him off when the mood was right and if she was into that. He also could be the sweetest guy you'd ever find yourself in bed with. So praises? These made him hum in response, which vibrated throughout your whole being, making you squirm with the sudden pleasure. - "Just like that, just like- Oh. Oh. OhmymotherfuckingjesuschistNathan!" - You cried as the climax showed suddenly, pushing your back into the mattress. You could feel his lips leaving the sweet spot and just seconds after that, he brushed it with his thumb to prolong the orgasm for a little longer. - "That's right, ride it out on my hand, baby, that's it." - The man chuckled to your ear, printing a sweet kiss on your cheek. As the last wave washed over you, you were already holding Nathan's shoulder, having the man grinning at you from ear to ear.

"Will I need the bonus points?" - Nate asked sweetly, sucking the remnants of the orgasm from his fingers, waiting for you to regain any will to talk. With your eyes closed, you just shook your head. - "I told you it's going to be the ride of your life." - His voice reminded you mockingly. His palm was smoothing your waist and no matter how calm he tried to appear as, he was sure that if you wouldn't let him make love to you, his dick would most probably just explode. But he'd be fine if you'd tell him that that would be too much. Nathan wasn't the guy to push anyone into things they didn't want to do, except when on a treasure hunt.

"Yea? You don't have anything else to show me?" - A smirk appeared on your face, making Nate realize that you're still inside of that body too.

"Oh, I do have things for you, don't you worry." - Nate chuckled, kissing your cheek before pulling to the side of the bed, searching for the pack of condoms he and Elena always had there for emergencies. Just when he was about to rip the aluminum, you furrowed at him. - "What are you doing?" - A giggle came out of your lips as you took your bra down, revealing the hard nipples under it.

"As Sully always says, 'Nate, don't be silly and wrap your willy'." - Nathan recited in an overly dramatic voice, furrowing as he tried to imitate his best pal. This man was something else, talking about this stuff in his bed.

"First of all, I don't want to think about Sully, thank you. and second of all, I don't require you to wear a condom. I do trust you with not having some kind of an std. Do you have some?" - You asked. Nathan was dreaming because this situation was just unreal. The girl he was simping for the last few weeks was completely naked, just eaten out by him, telling him it's okay if he doesn't want to use a condom. This was either dream or he died and stumbled into Eden accidentally. - "You with me cowboy?" - A simple tug on his jeans made him go back to reality, making him realize he's already slowly slipping his pants off. - "Lemme help you, hm?" - Your fingers took the condom out of Nate's palm, throwing it on the ground as you kissed him, feeling his erection bump into your stomach accidentally. At that moment, you spat on your fingers before kissing Nathan again, slowly stroking him in the process.

Well, you've been expecting something... But his tool wasn't bad. If anything, it felt just made for your hand, which made you smile again. And veins were just something that turned you on once again.

"Hey." - Nate whispered when you made him lay down slowly, making you smile back. - "Hello there."

It was a long time since Nathan felt like a high schooler having his first time with the girl he adores, but it was back within him again and the feeling was simply refreshing. Nathan couldn't hide the feelings of getting a hold on him after he entered the front door for the first time. You would normally sure felt good around his cock, but the emotions he had for you were making the experience much more real. So he put his head in the crook of your neck, slowly and gently rocking against you to make you relax before knocking you off.

"Everything good out there?" - You asked when Nathan still kinda fought the urge to lose himself in that moment. When he heard your voice, he made himself kiss your shoulder while entwining his palms with yours, putting them above your head while making playful movements with his pelvis, making you moan lightly.

"Never better." - Nate stole another kiss, meaning both words he just said. With Mike, you've had that honeymoon phase of sweet sex behind you. You knew what the other one wanted and needed and went straight for the top, but this made you realized how much you missed the slow, passionate love-making. His body felt warm just like his look on your face, Nate's kisses were sweet and often interrupted by his muffled groans or your moans. Sure, you were steadily fastening up, but it felt natural and still filled with feelings. When Nate was just searching for his release, his movements became more desperate, soon moving the bed enough to bang its head into the wall behind. It was divine. Nathan wasn't doing anything new down there, and it still felt exciting. Especially when the man was looking like an embodiment of Adonis.

Like the needy girl you were, Nate could soon feel your fingers brushing your sweet spot hastily, while your other arm smoother the nape of his neck, gently tugging the small hair on his neck. As Nathan felt himself coming to the final stop, he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. His fingers were circled the head of the bed, each of the movements was not slippy and desperate. And soon after, you felt his whole body tensing up with the last trusts, his lips were mumbling your name again and again. And then, the known warmth filled you from the inside as you came again, feeling Nathan doing the same. The sloppy kissed were so sweet it made you smile as you watched Nate climbing off you, slowly diving under the blanket.

You were both somehow sticky, sweaty, and feeling weird, but you couldn't care less as Nate put his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. - "You know, you need someone who'll treat you right. It would be better for you than some fucking asshole. You're amazing, you need someone to take care of you, to love you and treat you with respect, like a gentleman... Someone like... Me." - Nathan mumbled, encouraged by everything that happened, his head was still lost in the post-sex bliss and the alcohol which was wearing off. He didn't expect you to answer, but you did as you smoothed his shoulder and his forearm which was hugging your waist.

"I know, Nate. I know." - You kissed his forehead, before laying down. Both of you fell asleep really quickly, knowing that the remorse will come by the very next morning. But until that, you were both safe, in the arms of each other.

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Love and Academia Ch. 8 - Texting and Treats

Pairing: AU Professor!Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, smut, NSFW/18+ only, mentions of death/violence/suicide, Angst

Author’s note: Flirting? FLIRTING? That is all.

And as always, I do not currently have a beta reader so please excuse any larger issues. It’s just little ol’ me!

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One month. One month was all it took for the weather to turn and with it, Emily’s brain to mush. She was tired of staring at spreadsheets. Tired of Excel formulas and mapping software. Tired of literary research. And most importantly, tired of having to see Dr. Barnes’ face. To be fair, things were undeniably better than they had been the first few weeks of the semester. It was honestly a relief not having to act so cold towards him. It left room for more productive things like revisions, classes, and figuring out what the heck was going on with her advisor and his wife. Despite her best efforts, Emily had found herself consumed by the mystery that was Dr. James Buchanan Barnes’ love life.

“Now when we think about the different kinds of life cycles that organisms have, we usually think primarily of the gametic life cycle,” said the man in question from his place at the front of the classroom.

Emily sat in the right most seat, in the front row of the lecture hall casually listening. While this was all information she learned years ago, it was encouraged that teaching assistants attended the lectures that coincided with the labs they taught. That way they could match the content effectively. Glancing around the room, she wanted to laugh at the number of young, freshman girls sat in the front. They probably thought they hit the jackpot. First semester of college and they had possibly the hottest professor they would ever encounter. Emily thought back to her own professors during her time at Montana State. Every last one of them was over fifty and balding. Definitely not something to fantasize about.

“The gametic life cycle is the life cycle of most animals. However, there is also the sporic and zygotic life cycles.” Dr. Barnes turned to write the three life cycle names on the chalk board behind him. Emily’s eyes wandered to his broad shoulders encased by a green flannel shirt tucked into a pair of khaki pants that hugged his perfectly sculpted behind. No. She couldn’t think like that. He was married. This she could not deny by the wedding ring he kept so obviously on his left hand. But hadn’t he pretty much told her that his wife didn’t live with him? Just him and Trixie in that big house.

Trixie. God. She felt so stupid when she found out that Trixie was his dog and not his wife. If she had let herself focus on the moment for any longer than a second, she might come to the conclusion that jealousy had fueled the embarrassment. She expected him to be on a date with his loving wife. Not spending the night walking his dog and coming home to an empty house. But that was not the case. Instead, she chose to conclude that the embarrassment stemmed from the fact that she had made any assumption in the first place. No one liked to be wrong. Right?

Still, none of that answered her burning question. Where was Dr. Barnes’ wife? She had a few theories. Perhaps she hadn’t moved from Brooklyn yet. He had just moved into the area. Couples would move separately sometimes. One moving first and the other coming later when their job allowed. But if that were the case, then why did he look so sad when he mentioned being alone?

“Can anyone tell me what kind of organisms experience a zygotic life cycle?” Dr. Barnes asked, turning back to the class. A plethora of eager hands shot straight up in the air. Smiling in amusement, he called on one of the girls from the front row.

“Yes, Miss Hendrickson.”

“Is it plants, like mosses?” the young girl answered. Emily wanted to laugh. Clearly, she hadn’t done the reading and only raised her hand at the opportunity for Dr. Barnes to call on her.

Maybe he had been sad because he’s a good husband who loves his wife and misses her. Well, if that were true, then he wouldn’t have taken off his wedding ring and almost hooked up with her. Emily’s mind wandered to that night, as it often did. The cool brick digging into her back as he devoured her. The stubble of his beard so deliciously rough. The strength of his hands as he gripped her body tightly.

“Miss Colvert, would you like to enlighten the rest of the class?”

“Huh?” Emily broke from her momentary fantasy to see all eyes on her. Dr. Barnes liked to do this. When no one else knew the answer, he’d call on her. It was like a little test on her basic knowledge of biological concepts.

“It appears no one knows what has a zygotic life cycle. Would you like to give us the answer?” Dr. Barnes elaborated, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh, um. That would be fungi and protists. They’re haploid most of their life cycle and the zygote is the only diploid phase before it undergoes meiosis to produce haploid cells.”

“Very good Miss Colvert—” he smiled at her, a brief flash of brilliantly white teeth “—Now, let’s go ahead and draw out the zygotic life cycle to give everyone a better idea.” Dr. Barnes turned once again towards the board as he continued on with the lecture.

There was always the harsh fact that Dr. Barnes had in fact stopped things that night before they went too far. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe it was just a momentary lapse in judgement. Maybe him and his wife were separated, and he wasn’t ready to fully let go. At the thought, Emily felt her heart leap with excitement. The emotion was quickly followed by a strong wave of guilt. Emily shook her head, trying to clear it of her messy thoughts. This was taking up too much brain space. Space she needed for her thesis.

Whatever the answer was, it didn’t matter. Dr. Barnes was her advisor. There was a clear line that could not be crossed. Therefore, it did not matter. She needed to let the subject go and just move on.

Two days of “moving on”, Emily found herself elbow deep in flour, butter, sugar, and eggs, but no less preoccupied by the thoughts of Dr. Barnes.

“Tell me why we needed to use my kitchen when you have a perfectly good one?” Emily asked Natasha, looking at the disastrous mess around her. Flour covered every surface, including the floor and themselves. Butter wrappers and eggshells sat piled high in the trashcan. Splashes of cookie dough coated countertops and cabinet fronts. And Natasha was planted squarely in front of the oven, watching the fruits of their labor bake.

“Because, you have the most baking supplies out of everyone I know,” said Natasha, never tearing her anxious eyes away from the small glass window. She was a mess. Several pieces of red hair had fallen from her attempted ponytail. Blobs of cookie dough hug from the strands, sticking like large, grotesque, white grub worms. Flour covered all of her clothes and a manic expression covered her face. Oh, she had it bad.

“You know, the cookies aren’t going to bake any faster by you staring at them.”

“I can’t let them burn, Emily. This is important!” exclaimed Natasha, threading her fingers through her sticky hair and pulling at the roots.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey—” Emily slid off her place on the countertop and crouched down next to Natasha on the floor “—Listen. There are already five dozen perfectly baked snickerdoodles sitting in Tupperware on my dining room table. The world won’t end if this last dozen gets a little dark.”

“But-but—”

“No, no, no. No buts. Besides, you only volunteered to bring two dozen cookies to Steve’s bake sale. Remember?”

“Yea, but I mean, we-we needed—”

“Test batches. Yes. I remember the last five hours very vividly.” Emily cupped her best friend’s face in her hands and stared into her frightened eyes, “Steve is going to love these. Please, breathe.”

Natasha nodded, taking a deep breath, “Okay. Okay, yea you’re right. You’re right. I just need to calm down.”

They both stood, pulling each other into a tight hug before separating and beginning to tidy up the kitchen. As Emily wiped the cabinet fronts with a washrag, she finally felt like Natasha was in the right headspace for her to ask the question that had been on her mind all afternoon.

“Hey so, you and Steve have gotten pretty close the last month and a half, yea?”

“Yea, it’s been so great. You know, I really think that taking it slow was the best idea,” said Natasha as she dumped a dirty bowl in the sink and turned the faucet on.

“And I’m sure he’s probably told you a lot of stuff about him…and his friends…”

“Where is this going Emily?”

“Has he mentioned anything about Dr. Barnes or like…his wife?” The moment the words left her mouth, Emily knew it was a mistake to ask.

“No. Absolutely not. I am not doing this with you Emily,” said Natasha, throwing the kitchen sponge down into the soapy water.

“What?” Emily asked, trying to pretend she hadn’t just asked her best friend for details about her advisor’s marriage.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, Emily Colvert. You know what you’re doing. Actually, no. Do you know what you’re doing?” Natasha leant against the countertop and crossing her arms in front of her.

“I’m trying to get to know my advisor better?”

“No, you’re trying to use my still very new relationship to get dirt on a marriage that doesn’t involve you!”

“You know, you used to be a lot more fun. What happened to fun Nat?”

“She started dating a kindergarten teacher. Now, answer this question Emily: why do you want to know about his wife? I thought we hated this man,” Natasha said, staring skeptically at her.

“We did, but now we might be okay with him…” Emily admitted, unable to look directly at the admittedly terrifying woman that was her best friend.

“Emily, are you sleeping with him? Because if you are, I don’t know whether I should be disappointed or oddly proud.”

“No! I’m not sleeping with him! I’m just curious!”

“Okay, I’m only going to say this once—” Natasha walked towards her “—he is your advisor. The details of his marriage are none of your business. As your therapist—”

“You’re not my therapist—”

“—And your friend, I highly recommend that you keep your curiosity buried. Deep down. You know, where you keep all the shit you probably should talk about. And stop trying to sabotage my relationship with Steve by making me snoop for you.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right,” Emily apologized, guilty for having tried to rope Natasha into her craziness.

“I know you’re going through a lot right now. But, not cool man. Not cool,” said Natasha, her tone lighter as she nudged Emily’s side.

Natasha’s phone buzzed from the counter, subsequently putting an end to their conversation. The smile that spread across her face as she checked her phone told Emily exactly who it was. Steve.

“What does hunky farm boy want now?” Emily asked, turning to the sink and taking over washing the dishes.

“Parent-teacher conferences ended early. He wants make me dinner,” said Natasha, still smiling down at her phone as her thumbs typed away.

“Ooooo dinner at his place. Does this mean you’re finally going to…ya know?” Emily raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“God. I hope so. He’s so hot Emily. I went and visited him at work the other day and he was having a tea party with a couple of the girls in his class during play time. I’ve never wanted to fuck a man in a flower sunhat so badly in my life,” groaned Natasha, burying her face in Emily’s back.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what goes on inside of your bedroom,” Emily said, shaking her head in exasperation as she scrubbed at a spatula.

“There’s a lot of roleplay and prop use,” mumbled Natasha into Emily’s back.

“Yea, I didn’t need to know that,” said Emily, wriggling away from the tiny red head. “Now, get out of here. Take your cookies and go have sex your very single, very hot kindergarten teacher.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Natasha exclaimed, practically skipping out of the kitchen. Emily heard the faint sounds of Natasha grabbing her stuff and a muffled “Wish me luck!” before her front door slammed shut. Lord have mercy on that man.

She continued to clean the kitchen as she thought about the advice that Nat had given her. Natasha was right. She knew she was right. For all the gripe she gave the woman, she really did give the best advice. But still, she didn’t see any reason why it would be so wrong to get to know the man. As friends of course. Purely as friends. There was nothing wrong with having your advisor as a friend. She was friends with Dr. Erskine. He was married. Why couldn’t she be friends with Dr. Barnes? A little voice somewhere in the back of her mind tried to remind her that she had never been in a situation where she almost slept with Dr. Erskine, but she ignored it. They had agreed to try and have a working relationship. Therefore, everything that had happened was in the past.

Drying the last dish and placing it back into the cupboard, the timer on her phone chimed alerting her that the last batch of cookies was done. She pulled the piping hot, cinnamon-sugar creations from the oven and placed it on the stovetop before turning the alarm off on her phone. The scent of the delicious treats made her mouth water. It was going to be a challenge not eating all of them in one sitting, but at least Natasha only left her with a single batch. Turning out of the kitchen, she found her assumption to be incredibly incorrect. There, sitting on her dining room table, was nearly three dozen cookies. Emily sighed. Apparently, she’d be responsible for finding a home for all the test batches. She could probably pawn a dozen off of on Sam and CeCe. There was always the graduate student lounge. People left food there all the time. Of course, she’d keep half a dozen for herself – there was no way she could resist snickerdoodles.

Suddenly, a self-proclaimed sweets lover popped into her head.

Pulling up the message app on her phone she sighed as she stared at the string of unanswered texts from Clint. He’d been trying to contact her since the day she kicked him out. Emily wanted none of it. Every call she sent straight to voicemail and every text she left on read. She took a moment to glance at the most recent texts.

Clint:

Babe. I swear to you, I didn’t want to go to Goody’s. I wasn’t there with Sharon. It was a lab thing. I found out where we were going when they pulled into the parking lot.

Clint:

Things with Sharon and me are over.

Clint:

How many times do I have to tell you that it meant nothing? It was just a stupid mistake.

Clint:

The least you could do is answer my calls and talk to me like an adult.

Clint:

This is exactly why I did what I did! You’re always so unwilling to open yourself up emotionally to me! I wouldn’t have cheated if my emotional needs were being met.

Clint:

I’m sorry Em. I didn’t mean that.

Clint:

It’s completely my fault. I’m just going crazy without you. I miss you. Please talk to me.

A small part of Emily told her to text him back. He gave her two years of his life. Didn’t she at least owe him the decency to explain himself? A larger part of her scoffed at the thought. No. She gave him two years of her life, and he didn’t even have the decency not to cheat on her. To hell with him and his reasons and opinions.

Pulling up her conversation with Dr. Barnes’, she smiled at his contact name – Brooklyn. She only meant it as a way to tease him about his big city caution, never as an actual nickname. But apparently, he liked it. So, she kept it. Moving back into the kitchen, Emily picked up one of the hot cookies and began to nibble on the edge as she popped herself up onto the counter.

Emily:

Question – do you still happen to have a major sweet tooth?

Absentmindedly, she chewed on the cookie, switching over to Twitter and telling herself that it wasn’t a big deal that she texted him. It was casual. It was just a casual question. She had extra cookies. He probably liked cookies. Normal. Super normal. However, the way her heart leapt in her chest and her phone leapt in her hand made her feel anything but normal.

Brooklyn:

If I didn’t, would I be going to town on the three loaves of banana bread Steve dropped off earlier?

Emily:

Bake sale?

Brooklyn:

Bake sale.

Emily:

Test batches?

Brooklyn:

Yup. He wanted to impress Natasha. How did you know?

Emily:

I just spent the last five hours baking with Nat. We made a lot of test batches.

Brooklyn:

Wow. They were made for each other.

Emily couldn’t agree more. If Steve truly spent the entire afternoon baking multiple loaves of banana bread to impress Natasha, then her best friend might have found the one.

Emily:

So, I’m guess since you already have three loaves of banana bread you probably don’t want any snickerdoodles?

Brooklyn:

I never said that.

She laughed at his quick response.

Brooklyn:

Are they any good?

Emily:

It’s my personal recipe.

Brooklyn:

That doesn’t answer the question.

Emily:

It’s the best cookie you’ll ever have.

Brooklyn:

The best? That’s a pretty strong statement.

Emily:

I wouldn’t make it if it wasn’t true.

Dots appeared on the screen as Dr. Barnes responded. Emily watched, wondering what he could possibly be typing as the seconds ticked by. Finally, they disappeared to be replaced by his response.

Brooklyn:

Do I get to taste your cookie?

Emily choked on the bite of cookie she’d been chewing. Coughing and sputtering, she attempted to dislodge the treat from her throat. When she’d finally managed to avoid certain death, she turned the faucet on beside her and used her hand to scoop water into her mouth. Glancing back down at the phone in her other hand, she stared at the message. Did he mean it to sound that way? To sound so dirty? Heart beating prominently in her ears, she gathered what courage she had and replied.

Emily:

You can have a taste.

Emily:

Of my cookie that is.

Oh god. Way to keep it professional. What had she done?

Brooklyn:

I’m sure your cookie is delicious. When can I have a bite?

Abort. Abort. Things were quickly getting out of hand. She was exchanging sexual innuendos with the man when all she wanted was to get rid of some of her extra baked goods. The way she saw it, Emily had two options: keep the flirting going and see where it went or put a stop to it now. In a panic, she chose the second option.

Emily:

I’ll bring a dozen into the lab tomorrow! I’m sure you’ll like them. Feel free to share them with the other professors as well. G2G! See you in class.

Hitting send, Emily threw her phone face down onto the counter. Shoving the rest of the snickerdoodle into her mouth, she jumped off the counter and walked towards the bathroom. She needed a long, cold shower.

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