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reigningqueenofwords · 1 year ago

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Dresses

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Allie (OC) Word count: 2,748 Warnings: Cheating, unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy Request: @jessicalynnann Love your writing. You are one of my favorites!

Okay so Dean is married and owns a successful mechanic shop… well he hires a new secretary who is plus size and he finds her attractive… and well things happen.. I have it invisioned with him picking her up and wiping off a work bench. Loosely based on the song unholy by Sam smith. :) if not that is totally fine

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Part 1 of Unholy

Having to hire a new secretary wasn’t his idea of ‘fun’, but it was something that had to be done. That led him to being in his shop after hours for interviews. Thankfully, he was on his last one of the night. It was 7pm, and he just wanted to get home to his family. He knew he would be missing his youngest’s bedtime. “Hi, Mr. Winchester? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here for an interview.” You greeted him as you walked into the shop.

Dean looked up and had to focus on not licking his lips at the sight of you. You were in a dark pencil skirt, a dark blue blouse, and black heels. Over your shoulder was the strap of your purse. Your hair was left loose over your shoulders. “Call me Dean.” He smiled, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Dean.” You smiled as you shook it.

Once you were sitting down, he got comfortable. “Do you have any experience as a secretary?” He asked.

Nodding, you reached into your purse and pulled out a resume. “I was a secretary for a law firm for 4 years.” You explained.

“May I ask why you left?” His eyes looked over the paper in his hand. It wasn’t long, but he could see that was because you kept jobs for years.

“My mother. She got sick.” You started, making him look up at you. “So, I packed up and moved back here. You posted your ad the next day and I couldn’t pass up the chance to apply.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

He chewed on his lip a moment. He was happily married, but he could hire someone attractive to be his secretary anyway, right? He could look, but not touch. “Well, you are the most qualified applicant.”

You smiled at that, hopeful. “Really?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Well, you and a 60 year old named Dot.” He said playfully. “Although, I think you’d be less likely to scold me.” He joked, making you laugh. “But, here’s the tie breaker.” He rested his elbows on his knees, clearly still joking. “Can you bake a mean chocolate chip cookie?”

“Does the refrigerated dough count? Because right now, that’s about it.” You shrugged. “I can do breads, but sweet bakes? Totally bea- get the better of me.” You blushed lightly as you nearly said ‘beat my ass’. That would not have been a good look!

“Can you come in tomorrow? My old secretary still has a few days. So she can train you and get you used to everything around here. And we can get you introduced to the other guys.” He felt this was promising.

You beamed. “I can!” You agreed, thankful you didn’t remain jobless for too long.

After the pair of you talked over details, he gave you the official job offer on paper. The pay was extremely fair, and you signed instantly. Once you’d filled everything out, he walked you to the front door. “You don’t have to dress so formal, by the way. Whatever you’re comfortable in. Especially in the summer. I do my best to keep the AC in top notch condition, but when that door is opening up a lot sometimes it gets warm in the lobby.” He explained. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Thankfully it was spring, so you had time before it got too warm. “I will see you tomorrow morning.”

The next morning, you got there at 7, as he’d asked you to come early. Mostly to work with Charlie. This way Charlie could focus on teaching you everything before customers started showing up at 8. You walked in wearing a pair of jeans, a button up short sleeved shirts, and your hair in a high pony tail. “I hope you like coffee.” You smiled at Charlie, holding out a coffee for her.

“Oh, I love you.” She chuckled, taking it. “I’m Charlie, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, too.” You smiled. “Where should I put my purse?” You asked.

“Follow me.” She motioned for you to walk with her. Sipping her coffee, she let out a content sigh. “So good. When Dean called me last night to tell me to come in early I was hoping he’d be replacing me with someone chill.”

“Well, I like to think I am.” You chuckled, being led through a door that said ‘staff only’. “Can I ask why you’re leaving?”

She shut the door behind you. “There was a job opening with the people that run my favorite LARPing event. I applied for the hell of it and actually got it.” She explained. “I couldn’t turn it down. Thankfully I’ve been friends with Dean since we were kids and he understood. He was a bit grumpy that I’m leaving, but I think that was also due to the fact that Layla, his one year old, was teething.”

“How many kids does he have?” You wondered out loud.

“Three.” She chuckled. “Layla is one, Xander is five, and David is 8.” She went on. “But, you can leave your stuff in here. No one will touch it.” She promised. “On Fridays Dean tends to order lunch, so you won’t have to bring anything.”

“Oh, that’s nice of him.” Not many bosses ordered lunches except for a ‘bonus’.

Charlie nodded. “Well, I think it’s partially because he’s a good guy, partially because he’s close with everyone he works with. We’ve known Benny since we were kids, Garth we met in high school, he met Cas when I was off in college. I think they met at a bar.” She shrugged. “Sometimes his dad comes in to work. Usually because he’s retired and I think he gets bored. He’s a big softie.” At least to her he was.

“Sounds like everyone is basically family here.” It was a comforting thought in one aspect, and a terrifying one in another. What if you just didn’t fit in?

“We are, you will be, too.”

Charlie trained you for three days, and day three was more you doing everything and her being backup. However, your forth day there? She wasn’t there. There had been a going away dinner after the shop closed on the third day. It was clear that she would be missed. No pressure on your part or anything.

Walking in the morning of your 4th day, you had coffee and bagels for everyone. “Morning!” You greeted them when you reached the break room. “I brought breakfast. I know you’re going to be missing Charlie, so…” You said shyly.

Dean smiled at that. “Well, thank you, sweetheart.” He said happily, watching you set the bag of bagels down.

“Those do smell great.” Cas admitted, eagerly reaching into the bag. “Oh, with cream cheese. Even better.”

Soon, everyone had their bagel and cream cheese. “Nervous for your first day alone, cher?” Benny asked.

“A little.” You admitted. “Charlie was an excellent teacher, and even with my past experience it’s hard not to be.” You sipped your coffee.

“You’ll do great.” Dean assured you before heading out of the room.

It didn’t take you long to get used to everything, including their personalities. What had taken you aback was Dean’s flirting. Not that you actually had a problem with it. Two weeks after your first day alone, the forecast said it would be mid-80s. That had you coming into work with a cute sundress. You braided your hair over your shoulder to keep it off your neck, as well. “Business is already great sweetheart, you don’t have to get all dolled up to get guys in here.” Dean winked at you as he passed you.

Blushing, you smiled and shook your head. You honestly assumed that he was just a flirty guy. The only other woman you’d seen him with was Charlie, and you assumed that he didn’t flirt with her because she was like a sister to him.

That evening, Dean leaned against the counter as you finished up. The guys had already left, closing up the actual shop. You just liked to get things set for the next morning. “Hungry, sweetheart?” He asked.

“A bit. I planned to stop and get something on the way home.” You shrugged.

“I’ll order us something. You like subs?” He stood up, pulling out his phone.

“Can I at least get us drinks? I can run to the store down the road.” You offered. You didn’t want to not get something if he was treating you to dinner.

“Sure thing.”

After you’d told him your order, and he told you what beer he liked, you grabbed your purse to run to the store.

Your subs sat, half eaten on the table as you both laughed at a story he was telling you about when him and Sam were kids. He was on his third beer, and you were on your second can of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Licking his lips, he watched you. “Wanna see the car I’m working on restoring? It’s in the back of the shop that’s usually blocked off.”

Nodding, you downed the last of your drink. “I’d love to. I know nothing about cars, though.” You chuckled.

Dean finished his beer and led you to where his car was. “This is Baby.” He patted her hood.

“She’s beautiful.” You mused.

“She is.” His eyes were on you as he spoke.

Moving to lean against one of the workbenches, you watched him. “How long have you been working on her?” You asked, curious.

“For years. Some days I’ll stay here for a few hours after we close to work on her, but some weeks I just don’t get the chance.” He wasn’t about to say that some nights his wife just wanted him home. That would kill the mood that was surrounding you both.

“Am I keeping you from her?” You asked softly.

He made his way to you, putting a hand on each side of you. “Not at all.” His voice was low, enjoying the proximity of the two of you. “You look really nice today, sweetheart. You should wear dresses more often.” He suggested, slowly closing the small bit of distance between your bodies.

Blushing, you put your hands on his hips. “I think I can do that.” You found yourself agreeing.

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, moving one of your hands to right below his jaw. He kissed over your jaw, rocking his hips against you. As he did that, he used one of his arms to push everything from the workbench. Hearing you breath his name went straight to his cock. “Shit, sweetheart.” He groaned, lifting you so you were sitting on the bench. His hands found their way under your dress, just wanting to feel your skin. “Lift up for a second.” He breathed against your neck, gripping the sides of your underwear.

You did as you asked, your heart hammering in your chest as he pulled them down. One of his hands tangled in your hair as he kissed you deeply, the other found it’s way between your legs. As much as he wanted to take his time and tease you, he just couldn’t right then. Another time he’d spend hours exploring your body.

Dean felt your fingers work on his belt, as he’d removed his mechanics overalls before the subs arrived. As soon as his jeans were undone, you pushed down his jeans unjust enough to free him. He pulled you a bit to the edge, kissing you as he lined himself up and slid in to you. “Fuck, Dean!” You let your head fall back, moving one of your feet so it was on the edge of the table.

“God, you feel amazing.” He groaned. Pushing your dress up a bit, he watched himself disappear inside you.

Your hand gripped his bicep, the other moved to rub your clit while he thrust into you. “Right there!” You gasped as he shifted his angle slightly.

“Cum for me, baby.” He could tell you were close.

His thrusts started to falter, sending you over the edge. Knowing he was close did it for you. “Dean!” You snapped your eyes shut, moaning as you felt him fill you moments later. “Wow.” You smiled at him.

He leaned forward and kissed you softly. There was something about you that drove him crazy in the best way. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up, sweetheart.”

Biting your lip, you nodded.

During the day, you kept things professional. You never hinted that some nights, Dean would have his way with you in that back room. He’d treat you to dinner, sometimes he’d bring his laptop for the pair of you to watch a movie, and then he’d give you mind blowing sex. It didn’t occur to you to ask why he didn’t take you on an actual date after nearly a month of this, either.

It had been two months since you’d started sleeping with Dean when Benny surprised you one day around lunch. He’d just finished up with a car, and the lobby was empty. “So, cher, I was wonderin’ if maybe I could treat you to dinner after work.” He smiled. “I can go home, clean up, and then pick you up?” He really hoped you agreed.

You blushed, not knowing Dean was nearby, either. “You’re sweet, but I have plans tonight.” You told him. “Rain check?” You asked sweetly.

Benny grinned. “Sure thing, suga’. Just let me know when.”

Truth was, you really needed to talk to Dean that night. You really needed to know what the two of you were doing. Looking up, you smiled seeing a woman walk in. “Hi, can I help you?”

“You must be Y/N.” The woman smiled. “I’m Allie. Dean’s wife.” She introduced herself. “I’m here to get him for lunch.” She had her hand on a small bump.

Thankfully, you were able to keep yourself composed. “I’ll get him.” You told her, getting up. Moving to the back, you found him- pretending he didn’t hear Benny ask you out. “Allie is here.” You told him.

Dean’s head shot up at that. He saw the look on your face and knew he was fucked. “Sweetheart…”

“No. Go. I’ll talk to you after work.” Turning on your heel, you went back to the counter. “He’ll be right out.” You told her, schooling your features. “How far along are you?”

Her face lit up. “Six months! I’m so excited.”

“Hi, baby.” Dean came out, drying off his hands from washing them. “Ready to go?”

She nodded. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. We’ll have to have you for dinner sometime.” She gave you a wave as he put his hand on her lower back, walking her out.

That night after they closed down, Dean had knots in his stomach. He found you in the breakroom. “Swee-”

“Don’t you dare call me that.” You snapped at him. Looking up at him, he saw the unshed tears. “I planned to talk to you tonight either way, but finding out you’re married changes things completely.” You felt like an idiot. None of the guys had ever mentioned her! They talked about the kids all the time, though. Did they know that Dean and you were sleeping together? And they were hiding things for him?

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“You’re fucking sorry?” You glared at him. “I’m an idiot! I was some side piece you got to fuck while you’re pregnant wife was at home with your other kids.” You stood up. “Did you just casually forget you’re married?”

Dean swallowed. “I’m drawn to you. There’s just something about you that makes me want to be with you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got up. “You can’t have it both ways. You can’t have the happy little family life, and then someone to fuck on the side. And by the way? I quit.” You spat.

“Come on, please don’t. The guys love you.” He really didn’t want to lose you. “We’ll stop sleeping together, but I can’t stop seeing you every day. You brighten all our days.”

“Well, unless you’re a deadbeat you will be seeing me.” You watched the gears turn in his head as he figured out what you were saying. Seeing it click, you watched him all but fall into the closest chair.

#dean x plus size!reader #dean x reader

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doodlyreone · 9 months ago

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Smiling Friends at Pony Town Memories ADVENCHA!!!

Part II

An experimental bit to compensate for my always delayed screenshottter phone and archiving ponytown instances to doodles. I roleplay as Charlie and these are the highlights of my interactions with a Pim kinner, @mellowvisions .

I have no screenshots because I had no time. I was busy like mad yapping against the dude that approaches us, pestering us about wars on bread. But see, this is the thing that ai chats could never give me. It would never annoy the living hell out of me and spontaneously create an episodable moment of Smiling Friends.

Dude I was livid when some rando approaches us and ruined the vibe of our hangout. See, me and Pim- Pim and I are doing our own thing, minding our own business and stuff and like I was really getting into our conversation when this guy comes to our spot, invades our space, pointing at us with his large finger and insisting on us joining the war. War on bread of all things. And man, I couldn't stand him and his voice and his reasons and I'm honest to God clenching my fist under the hand-warmer pocket of my hoodie. I shut my mouth and like internally hope that this guy just take the obvious hint that his presence is so unwelcomed. When he disregards Pim's words and keep insisting himself, I just know it's a sign I have to bark back.

(Although he was a pony, I turned him to a human and uhh pretty privileges revoked. Also he is gun shaped just because. He was chill actually and like let me know in whisper that he's sorry if he have gone too far but like it's all good fun and sometimes we need any excuse to just ramble and fight. Dude we're literally arguing about wars on breads wbahaha. Hatin on his character not the actual person)

I step into his personal space, nose to nose, eye to eye, we're breathing each others air and debating and I don't even care about the words he mutters back, like my brain filters out all his nonsense. My mouth is just running and like I just fucking exploded on him because I was so done with his attitude like he will literally never leave us alone because he doesn't see how unlikeable he is.

(I kept all the misspellings and missing words because it adds character and funnier that way-)

I don't even notice how much I'm clenching my teeth at the moment. I was seething with rage and just sternly looking at him to make sure he won't dare to come back. Adrenaline is running wild with me and I was shaking. I really don't know how to continue the conversation with Pim now and I was so frustrated at him. My mood felt a lot less heavier when Pim made a jab at the guy. Man, hindsight 20-20, that was stupid. Guy was talking about wars and he could've got a gun with him. Like I mentioned that to Pim and like we discussed how differently that could have gotten if that was the case. As much as I was so sure like our conversation would be dead by then, it did not. It seamlessly flows into another topic and I was engrossed again that I just don't care about the guy anymore.

(Charlie big scary dog privileges!!! Also yeah after that, we talk about how we are both simultaneously in character and out of character at the moment because his points are borderline iffy and you know how ponytown goes, specially in the 18+ server, they really be saying the wildest things haha)

UNTEXTED VERSIONS UNDER CUT:

#unreone doodles #doodle #ponytown advenchah!!!#charlie dompler #pim pimling #smiling friends #smiling friends fanart #mont n' mel #mellowvisions

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radioisntdead · 1 year ago

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Okay so you know how some folks have their comfort Characters meet?

Alastor would be incredibly annoyed by pinkie pie but finds he literally cannot kill her because pinkie sense.

"I fear no man- but that thing." Pinkie pie "it scares me."

As he should, Pinkie pie is a FORCE TO BE RECKON WITH, An agent of chaos, pretty sure there was a theory that she's more powerful or on the same level as discord

I'm dropping everything just to make a thing of my comfort characters.

No idea how it happened because despite Todd's uh, misadventures I don't see this man going below, and I DEFINITELY don't see Pinkamena Diane pie going to hell, Alastor however is already below, so for all intents and purposes I grabbed them from their respective medias and put them on a keychain.

Poor Todd is freaked out by Alastor, probably assumes he's on some type of drug before realizing that Alastor just has red eyes

the only thing they have in common is being ace, and having a red hoodie/coat, him and pinkie pie are probably best buds though.

Todd needs to find a way back to the Bojack horseman universe ASAP or else he's either going to kick the bucket or become an overlord by accident,

I can see him becoming an overlord by accident, I love Todd man.

Alastor probably doesn't care much for Todd but he's not going to do anything to him.

NOW ALASTOR AND PINKIE PIE, Throwing Todd back to his universe, bye Todd!

Pinkie literally doesn't give a care that Alastor is a cannibalistic murderer she's just here for fun, I can see her and Charlie getting along well,

I can see her and Alastor getting along for a short, SHORT while because they both have that 'Smile!" Thing until he gets fend up because pinkie pie is a very touchy pony, and that's when he goes "Well! It's time for dinner!" And just goes to eat pinkie pie she's just like, playing that one multi musical instrument she played in that episode with the sprites,

We've seen pinkie come out of NOWHERE, we've seen this pony shake mountains, WE'VE SEEN HER FLY WITH HER TAIL, she is a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH.

The minute the pinkie sense kicks in that Alastor is actively trying to murk her she's outsmarting him, she's gonna try to use the power of friendship, worked with other MLP villains (I think, I haven't properly watched mlp since ended)

Pinkie pie could easily end Alastor, she just doesn't Alastor knows this,

He does not like it.

Pinkie pie is probably the one who owns his soul

Pinkie pie is just following Alastor around like the eggs do, breaking into song or whatever

I can see them going like this,

"WILL YOU DO ME THE PLEASURE OF SHUTTING THE FUCK UP?"

"Uh oh! You swore gotta put a dollar in the swear jar!"

Cue the angry radio noises

Pinkie pies pet gator (?) gummy and cursed cat Alastor probably get along, cursed cat Alastor chews on gummy like a gummy.

Hear me out on a pinkie pie and Alastor duet.

#radiorambles #pinkie pie #hazbin hotel alastor

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago

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The Insiders Chapter 12: Treat- Darry Curtis x Ruth Bellows

Word Count: 3.8kk

April 18, 1965

“You still haven’t told me what we’re doing,” Piper attempted to prod Ruth as she drove back to the Curtis home. After Tuesday returned home safely Ruth had made the split second decision that she wanted to take all the girls out for a girls day away from Tulsa. After all, they could all agree that they deserved it after the whole rumble and soc business. So, she informed Tuesday and Charlie to get ready before taking Piper home and getting ready herself. Now they were on their way back to Darry’s house and Piper had been asking about what they were doing ever since Ruth had picked her up.

“Because I already told you I’d tell all of you when we get closer to Broken Arrow,” she answered simply, making the younger girl scrunch up her nose.

“Yeah, but I’m your favorite.” Ruth couldn’t help but laugh at her attempts at prying her for information.

“It wouldn’t be fair,” she reminded her. Piper huffed, then faced her with a playful grin.

“You’re not kidnapping me, are you?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait to find out,” she joked as she pulled into the driveway, honking her horn once. It took a minute or two but Tuesday and Piper finally walked out of the house in different outfits than that morning.

“Finally!” Piper called dramatically as the two reached the car, making Ruth laugh and Tuesday roll her eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Piper,” Tuesday muttered dryly as she climbed into the backseat. Charlie followed after her, greeting Ruth once they were both inside.

“Hi girls,” the woman greeted with a smile as she pulled out of the driveway.

“So where are we going?” Piper was the one to ask the question that all three younger girls were thinking.

“Well, I figured that we could go into town and get our nails done,” Ruth answered. “I also have an appointment to get highlights in my hair so if any of you want something done they take walk-ins, and maybe we could do a little shopping.” Tuesday gasped excitedly while Piper squealed.

“How fun!”

“Now I really feel underdressed,” Charlie laughed, but Ruth shook her head.

“Nah, where we’re going it doesn’t matter how you dress. There aren’t any greasers or socs to be seen.”

“Where are we going?” Tuesday asked, her interest piqued.

“Broken Arrow,” answered Piper, having asked Ruth the same thing before they’d even arrived at Tuesday's house.

“Alright, I feel better now,” Charlie said with a laugh. “You’re the best, Ruth.” The older girl shrugged coyly.

“I certainly try my best.”

“And it’s working,” Tuesday added with a wide smile.

“This is so exciting, I don’t have any friends at school,” Piper said happily, which made Ruth glance at her in concern.

“Wait, really?”

“Pony is my best and only friend” she nodded in confirmation, making the older girl raise an incredulous eyebrow.

“Oh, friend huh?” She repeated in a teasing tone, watching as the younger girl turned red and nodded.

“Mhm! My good friend.. Ponyboy.” Ruth hummed, obviously not believing her, but she nodded anyway.

“Alright then.”

“How did you and Darry meet?” Piper asked, obviously desperate to change the subject.

“Oh, well he worked for my dad. I came to work with him a lot growing up and I eventually met Darry when he got the job there during our sophomore year,” she explained. “I’d known him a little because I was a cheerleader and he was on the football team, but we hadn’t really talked until he got the job.”

“That’s so cute! That’s like the high school dream,” the girl sighed happily. “Gee- that’s so dreamy.” Her response made Ruth laugh.

“You know, there was a point in high school where everyone thought we would get together,” she mentioned offhandedly, which made Piper squeal.

“Oh my god- did he know? Did you know? Were you guys embarrassed about it? Did you like him?” She asks, very obviously fascinated in Ruth’s love life. Her avalanche of questions made the woman laugh.

“Oh I definitely knew, and based on how he looked at me sometimes I think he knew. I don’t really know how he felt but I was a little embarrassed at first. I got over it pretty quickly, and yes I did like him.”

“That’s so sweet, that’s like one of the movies at the drive-in,” Piper laughed. “You think you guys are gonna get maaaarried?” Ruth blushed at the teasing tone the younger girl mimicked from Ruth’s earlier teasing, then shrugged.

“I don’t know the answer to that,” she muttered, which made Piper laugh again.

“I’m just teasing. That is so romantic though.”

“I like to think so,” she nodded, then her smile turned a bit sad. “I don’t know why we never got together. I guess life just pulled us apart…” she trailed off absentmindedly.

“That happens sometimes, maybe you guys weren’t ready for one another,” the younger girl shrugged. “Maybe now was the time for a reason.”

“I certainly hope so,” she breathed out as she pulled into a small shopping strip in Black Arrow. The four of them clambered out of the car.

“Wow, this place is so neat,” Piper commented with a wide smile, earning a nod from Ruth.

“I like to come here when I want to get out of Tulsa,” she responded as she led the three girls into the salon.

“Everyone looks so friendly,” Piper added as she looked around.

“Everyone that I’ve met is super nice,” she responded, opening the door for them. “Now I’m just getting highlights and trimming my hair but you guys get whatever. Remember, this is all my treat so don’t hold back.”

“I don’t even know what to do, I’m so excited,” Piper said, which made Ruth giggle.

“Well the hairstylist is gonna help you figure out what you want. Look through the magazines and figure it out,” she explained. She waited for the girls to start looking through magazines and such before going to greet her hairstylist and sit down. As the stylist got started Ruth noticed Piper sit beside her out of the corner of her eye. She talked to her own hairdresser before said person got started on her hair. They sat in silence for a minute before Piper finally looked at her.

“Would you- if I told you a secret, would you tell anyone?” She asked nervously.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” she answered without hesitation “You know that.” Piper nodded then took a deep breath.

“Me and Pony are dating,” she said almost too quickly for Ruth to understand, but she knew what the younger girl was saying. She smirked a little.

“I sort of guessed that already, honey,” she responded in a teasing tone, which made Piper blush.

“R-Really?” She asks, somewhat mortified.

“Don’t worry, I can keep the secret,” Ruth winked at her. “I just happened to see you climbing into his window the other day.” She giggled as she recalled watching Piper clamber into Ponyboy’s window just a few days ago from her car.

“Oh,” Piper muttered shyly. “That’ll do it.”

“Does he make you happy?” The girl nodded.

“He does make me happy,” she confirmed, slightly embarrassed. “I mean- I wasn’t lying when I said he was my only friend.” Ruth smiled sympathetically then nodded.

“Well, he is a very sweet boy and I hope you guys are happy,” she said sincerely.

“I am, I’m very happy. It’s also fun to sneak in, it’s very romantic.” That made the woman laugh as she nodded in agreement.

“Totally,” she agreed.

“This is really fun, I don’t ever get to talk about stuff like this,” Piper admitted.

“Well you can always come to me Piper. We don’t live that far from each other.” She watched the girl’s eyes light up.

“Really?” She asked hopefully.

“Of course!” She giggled. “I don’t mind. And I’m sure Tuesday and Charlie would say the same too.”

“Gee you’re all too nice,” Piper muttered.

“That’s why you fit in,” Ruth shrugged in response.

“That’s good, I like it. I like you all a lot.” Ruth cooed at her.

“Aww Piper you’re so sweet.” Piper grinned as her hairdresser finished up. She squealed after seeing her hair, which had been shag cut into a mullet with a few chunky highlights.

“Oh! I love it!”

“It looks amazing!” The woman gushed. “That hairstyle totally suits you.”

“I feel like a supermodel!” She exclaimed joyfully as she stood.

“Who says you can’t be?” Ruth giggled as she stood too, her hair also finished. “I think you could be one.”

“You look like one too! You look so cute!”

“Thank you,” she responded amusedly before walking over to Tuesday and Charlie, stopping when she saw the latter’s hair “Oh my- Charlie you look amazing!”

“That’s the understatement of the century!” Tuesday laughed.

“Gee, it’s so different, I’m gonna have to get used to it,” Charlie laughed as she ruffled up her hair a bit.

“Well I think all three of you look amazing” Ruth compliments “Do you guys want anything else done here, or are we done here?”

“I’m done,” Tuesday shrugged, Piper and Charlie agreeing with her. The latter took out her wallet and faced Ruth.

“There ain’t no way I’m letting you pay for all of us,” she said. Ruth merely laughed as she walked up to the receptionist.

“Watch me.” Charlie huffed, but thanked her before following her out of the salon once she finished paying.

“I hope Tulsa is ready for us after today,” she joked, earning a laugh from Ruth.

“Alright girls, now you have the choice to go shopping or get your nails done first.” They took a vote, then the girls walked towards the nail salon a few doors away.

“I’ve never gotten my nails done,” Charlie admitted with a laugh.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” Ruth responded kindly as she led the girls inside. The girl hummed thoughtfully, then smiled playfully.

“If it impedes me working out, I’ll bite them off,” she half joked.

“No need for that. You can’t just pick a color and they’ll paint it,” the older girl explained with a giggle, pointing to the shelves of nail polish colors. As they looked over the various nail polish colors, Charlie suddenly turned to the oldest girl.

“Ruth- how did you do it?” She asked, catching Tuesday’s and Piper’s attention. “You’re completely self sufficient, you’re only with a man because you truly love him and don’t need him, you could do it all on your own. How?” Ruth was surprised by Charlie’s question, but she still answered.

“Well, I’m not gonna lie and say it’s easy. After all, all I did was take over my dad’s business,” she laughed softly. “But it does take time to find your groove and I needed to be mindful of everything I did to the company. And as far as the man thing, the only reason you should be with any man is because you love him. Men are a luxury, not a necessity, and you don’t need them in order to live your life.” Charlie shoved her hands in her pockets.

“I don’t know I’ve given myself up to a few soc boys who pamper like no tomorrow,” she laughed as they took a seat beside each other. “But it’s not easy, is it? Running all of that?”

“No, it isn’t,” Ruth shook her head. “It’s the opposite actually. You have to consider every possible thing that could happen to anyone or anything.”

“Do you ever feel bad about things? Like firing people- or cutting salaries?”

“Oh definitely,” she sighed softly, hating the mere thought. “It’s the worst thing I can think of because at least half of my employees are greasers who rely on their paychecks. They’re all hard workers, and they’re all real sweet.”

“I’ll bet,” Charlie nodded. “So how do you get over that?” Ruth shrugged.

“I try to compensate as much as I can. Pay them at least a little until I know they have a new job. And if I ever need extra help they’re the ones I call. There’s not much else I can do.” The younger girl hummed thoughtfully before nodding.

“You’re pretty nice. I know business owners that just drop people off the face of the business with no last paycheck, no sorry, nothing.”

“I learned from my dad,” the older girl smiled, somewhat sadly. “He was one of the nicest men I’ve ever known, always willing to give people second and third chances. He taught me everything I know, and not just for the business.”

It felt odd for her to talk about her dad in past tense. He hadn’t been dead for that long, so the wound was still semi fresh. But she was still always happy to talk about him because he was the best man she’d ever known (even without her bias). Charlie smiled softly at her.

“That’s sweet,” she responded. “Not everyone has someone like that. He must’ve been a phenomenal man.”

“He was,” Ruth sighed, then shook her head. “But I’m not here to talk about dead relatives. Tell me about your family, you live with your dad, right?” Charlie smiled and nodded eagerly.

“Oh, my dad! Yeah, I live with my dad, he’s fine. It’s definitely interesting growing up with him,” she trailed off, becoming distant before snapping out of it less than a second later and nodding affirmingly. “He does his best.” Ruth got the feeling that Charlie wasn’t quite in the mood to discuss her father, so she moved on.

“Do you have any siblings?” Charlie shook her head.

“Nope, just me. Just me and my dad. I wish I had siblings though. It gets a little lonely at my house. It’s cold and lonely” she answered with a laugh, though the older girl frowned.

“Aw, I’m sorry Charlie.”

“Oh it’s fine, I’m not unhappy. I get fed well, I have a roof, my father is supportive of me - although he was very disappointed when he found out I was dating Soda,” she half joked. “But it’s a quaint life. A quaint house.”

“If it makes you feel better, my mom wasn’t too thrilled about me dating Darry,” Ruth responded with a small smile, earning a laugh from the younger girl.

“We’re on the same boat. My poor dad just shook his head, took off his glasses and said I should give him some time to think.”

“That was my mom!” She laughed. “Only she doesn’t have glasses so she just closed her book.” Charlie just laughed and shook her head as her nail artist finished. After looking at her nails she hummed.

“Wow, this is different.” The older girl looked at her nails then nodded approvingly.

“Is it a good different?”

“I think so,” she nodded with a smile. Ruth smiled then nodded as her own nail artist finished their work.

“I think they look great.” Charlie took a moment to glance at Ruth’s nails, which had been fashioned into a French manicure.

“Yours look phenomenal, look at you!” Ruth giggled as she stood up.

“Lots of big changes today. How are you feeling?”

“I feel,” she paused, taking a second to look for the right word. “Confident.” Her answer made the older girl smile.

“Good. I’m glad,” she said as she headed to the front counter to pay, Charlie following.

“I admire you a lot,” Charlie admitted, surprising Ruth for the second time that day.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re just inspiring. You’re running a business, you’re chasing after true love, you treat yourself, you’re level headed,” she took a second to think. “That’s everything I want to be.” The older girl couldn’t hide her blush as she smiled at her.

“Well I have to say that is a tremendous compliment.”

“And I hope to get to know you better,” Charlie added as Ruth led her out of the salon with Tuesday and Ruth following.

“I can’t wait for that. Maybe we can hang out more,” she concluded before facing all three of the younger girls.

“Alright girls, pick a shop and go.” Piper wasted no time in running for a cute little shop next door, pulling Tuesday with her.

“I don’t even know what I would look good in, I buy my clothes at the discount bin,” Charlie muttered with a laugh.

“Guess we’ll have to find your style then,” Ruth laughed as well as she followed Piper and Tuesday. Once they were all inside the youngest girl grinned.

“Wow, this is so chic!”

“Oh yeah, I come to this place all the time,” Ruth nodded with a giggle.

“Well gee, how do you guys even pick from all of these clothes?” The blonde asked as Tuesday and Piper walked off together.

“Just look around and see what calls to you,” Ruth shrugged as she began sifting through clothes on a nearby rack. After a few minutes of browsing Ruth looked at Charlie to check on her, and she immediately noticed how overwhelmed the girl looked. A small smile formed on her face as she moved to stand beside her.

“Need some help?” She offered kindly.

“Please,” Charlie answered without hesitation, laughing afterwards.

“Well, how do you feel about button downs?” She asked, grabbing a few slightly oversized shirts and holding them out to her. Charlie just grabbed them, not quite caring what any of them looked like.

“Alright then,” Ruth laughed, grabbing a few pairs of shorts and jeans and handing them to her. “Take these, too.” Charlie nodded and walked to the dressing room without another word. Ruth followed her, though she stopped outside of the dressing room, waiting to see how Charlie liked the clothes she picked out.

As Ruth waited she ended up trying on everything she’d found for herself. It was a lot of her usual style, but there were a few things she had grabbed that she wouldn’t normally reach for. She ended up walking out of the dressing room wearing a burnt orange cropped long sleeve shirt that tied in the front as well as some flared jeans. It seemed like she was just in time too because Charlie finally stepped out in a black floral print shirt that had been tucked into some high waisted shorts. After just one glance Ruth could tell Charlie was in love with the outfit based on the confident expression that adorned the younger girl’s face. A wide smile appeared on the woman’s face and she nodded approvingly.

“It looks like you’ve found your style,” she comments, making the girl nod.

“I think so too,” Charlie admitted softly.

“Good. Did you see anything else you liked?” Charlie thought for a moment before ultimately shaking her head.

“No, this is good.”

“Okay. Well I’m gonna go pay for all this then we can go. It’s starting to get late,” she informed her before heading to the front. Tuesday and Piper joined them a moment later, also sporting different outfits of their own. Once she finished paying Ruth led the girls out.

“Did you guys have fun today?” She asked, earning an enthusiastic nod from Tuesday.

“Mhm!” Charlie and Piper agreed as they all made their way to Ruth’s car.

“Maybe we could all do this again sometime,” Ruth suggested as they climbed in.

“But you can’t pay next time, we’re treating you,” Charlie answered.

“I already said I had more than enough to pay for all this,” the woman pointed out with a small laugh.

“But next time it’s on us,” Charlie repeated, this time more demanding. Ruth huffed as she started the car, pulling out of the shopping strip.

“Alright, alright, I hear you.”

The ride home was uneventful. It seemed that the last two hectic days had finally caught up to the girls because the car ride was mostly silent. When they reached the Curtis house Ruth got out and stretched, tired from all the driving that day. She then followed Tuesday’s lead in grabbing her shopping bags before following her inside along with Piper and Charlie. Darry, Dally, Soda and Ponyboy were all sitting around the living room either reading the paper, watching tv or reading a book respectively.

“We’re home,” Tuesday announced as she stepped inside, Ruth close behind her. Darry, who had been the one reading the newspaper, greeted her.

“Welcome ba-” he paused mid sentence when he finally got a look at her. He just sat there for a moment staring at her. Ruth couldn’t help but smile as she walked over to him, kissing his cheek.

“Hi honey.”

“H-Hi,” the man just barely managed to get out as he stood up, having been rendered speechless by his girlfriend’s new look. “Gee, this was a surprise.” A small laugh escaped the girl’s lips.

“Do you like it?”

“Ruth you look gorgeous” he responded sincerely before kissing her forehead, admiring her for a moment. “You’re just unbelievably stunning.” Ruth couldn’t help but blush at his compliment, and she found herself giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Well thank you.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Darry asked more to himself than her, but she still answered anyway.

“I ask myself the same thing every day,” she responded simply, kissing his cheek again before sitting in his big arm chair.

“You look so small in my chair,” he commented with a laugh.

“Which means there’s more than enough room to sit with me,” she responded cheekily. Darry laughed and picked her up, placing her on his lap once he sat down.

“That’s better.”

“Much,” Ruth agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling when he kissed her temple.

“I’m sure the girls appreciated today so much,” he said softly.

“If they didn’t say it a million times their smiles gave it away,” Ruth laughed, Darry joining in.

“Well thank you for doing that. It means the world to me that they're happy.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “They all needed this.” Darry nodded in agreement before looking down at her.

“Are you and your mom doing okay? I wanted to bring over a home cooked meal and have dinner with you guys,” he mentioned, earning a nod from the girl.

“She’s been fine. And I think she’d appreciate something that I haven’t made,” she laughed.

“Whenever you’d like that I'll be there. I miss your mom, and I haven’t seen her since we started- you know.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ruth nodded followed by a yawn.

“Tired?”

“A little,” she admitted. “Today was fun but very tiring.”

“Let’s get you to bed then” he muttered, picking her up.

“I can walk, you know,” the woman mentioned amusedly.

“And I can carry you,” he shot back as he carried her up to his room, laying her on the bed. Once she was comfortable Ruth held out her arms for him expectantly. Darry couldn’t help but laugh as he climbed in beside her.

“Well, aren't you a princess?” He teased.

“Duh,” she responded as if it were obvious. The man laughed then yawned as the girl’s eyes fell closed, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x oc

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hello! hope your day is going well :)! i would like to ask for a romantic hazbin hotel matchup please! i am AFAB gender-fluid masculine leaning and im pan and polyamorus (i am fine with monogamous relationships) and i use all pronouns! i am fine with any character of any gender and i am fine with multiple characters.

I am tall, around 6ft and i have a chubby build. i have some scars from self harm, but i’m mentally healthy now.

i don’t really have a type for the kind of people i like, i’m very open. i have a very strong sense of justice/right and wrong and i try my best to do what’s right. i am often selfless but that contradicts how i act/behave, i act very riled up and reckless but i do truly care for others. i have schizophrenia so that often affects how i see things and act. i have a lot of hallucinations and delusions but i’m usually quite self aware. i have a hard time accepting reality for what it is, i need someone to help ground me and be ok with being here. i am also autistic, i have a lot of hyperfixations and special interests, but my favorites are toy collecting, specifically stuff like my little pony and littlest pet shop and stuff like that and i also really like clowns, they make me very happy. i like doing things that remind me of my childhood. i really like talking with friends and such, i can talk for HOURS about so much shit, i like having someone to match my energy. i love rambling about my favorite things and interests but i am also very willing to listen to others! i have been told i have very good input and advice in nearly all situations, i have a lot of clarity when it comes to how i view things. my MBTI is ISTP, but i’ve been told i often act like a ENTP. i really like keeping myself busy with a bunch of different fun things to do, if i do nothing for too long i get anxious and depressed, i need frequent mental stimulation. i really like drawing and writing and i’ve been getting into making music.

i dress really comfy and i look like i just rolled out of bed always 😭 my favorite things to wear are worn out oversized hoodies and shirts with characters and stuff on them and comfy pj pants with cute designs and characters on them. i don’t take the best care of myself physically but i think i’ve been getting better. my room is SUPER fucking messy, like so messy every step you take you hear a crinkling of a water bottle and keep tripping on random items 😭 i need someone to help motivate me to clean it lmao.

i am often very chaotic but i mean well, i’m very energetic at times and i love joking about things like eating people, i kind of like being threatening.

i love showing people i care by doing things for them and just spending time with them, i like being in their presence. my favorite acts to receive are gifts and acts of service, it makes me very happy!

i don’t really understand how other people work, kind of like i’m an outsider, i like studying them and overall being around them.

i LOVE sleeping, i can sleep 12+ hours easy, it’s my favorite part of the day JSJSJDJF

thank you :3!!

Your Hazbin Hotel match is....Vaggie and Charlie!

You and Charlie have so much in common, you two always encourage each other. And just like Charlie you need a Vaggie to ground you to earth (hell?) Fun fact, all people I match with Charlie had be hesitating with Vaggie and vice versa.

Your love language is something both of them need. Charlie love language is words and acts of service while Vaggie love language is acts of service. You three always help out each other and do your best so the other two are happy. This creates a healthy and fun dynamic. It even has its own funny moments where one of you try to plan a surprise only to see her lover (s) doing the same. It's a goofy yet loving relationship. Vaggie, despite her rough and serious character completely melts when you and Charlie are nearby. She's your scary dog privilege (Charlie is actually the dangerous one but shhh) which is nice with how reckless you and Charlie can be.

A common trait in the three of you is your sense of justice. I mean...you know the plot of hazbin hotel so it's a glaring fact here. You always consult with each other before making a decision.The girls are your safe space, they always make sure you're happy and comfortable in every situation. Each night you three cuddle and talk about your day. You and Charlie often engage in nostalgic conversations and compare your childhood under the loving gaze of Vaggie.

Hope you liked it! Sorry for the long wait.

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel

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Guilt instantly ate her for teasing him like that, which she didn't understand why. Distance was exactly what she was looking for so why was she bumping his shoulder with his, playfully trying to make levity of this. The words were out of her mouth before she even realized they were coming out. "You know I'm just giving you a hard time but seriously, don't send me long messages. Unless they are important, I won't listen to the whole thing. But I'll also be sending you loads of photos of Dolly having fun without you."

It was obvious to anyone who interacted with this family, just how much they cared for each other. It was something that she contributed heavily to their mother and now she could also add stubbornness to the list. They all took up a lot from their mother. "Well, I think that's what happens when you find home, you know. And I don't mean like a house, but somewhere you can't imagine yourself ever leaving or coming back to, or away from just short periods of times. It's hard to find that. " Shrugging she added. "She loves her home, maybe small trips to acclimate to being around the grandchildren more might help."

There was a moment where she wanted to argue that waterboarding was a thing and that it was very much alive and a tool used on either side of the line but something in her didn't want to ruin this small moment in time. For whatever reason, she just wanted it to be. "I'm not scared of them!" Laughter laced her words. "I respect them, I know that they have their own minds and if they don't like you, they don't like you and have legs that can crush you." A small shudder ran through her. Broken bones and injuries she had experienced in the past paled in comparison to what she saw people suffer at the hands, paws, hoofs, of a wild animal. Well, maybe not, but she was in no hurry to find out. "Pony sounds good." A pony sounded safe, rich little girls always had ponies so if they could handle ponies she was sure she could too.

Of course his family had a list , there was something to be said about family. One that cared for each other, one that you you so much that they had list of qualities for someone to potentially be with you. It made her envious, she hated that feeling. It wasn't something that could be controlled though and she found herself muttering, "At least you had each other through it all." before she even processed it. Realizing how she sounded, she cleared her throat forcing herself to stop thinking, or feeling that way, wishing for things we can never have is pointless mi pequeñita, her stepmother echoed in her mind. "Will add to the list, I'm sure we can find you someone during our week. Or I can find someone while you're gone. Might come back to a week full of dates instead! I'm sure we'll find you someone just as great, if not better than your sisters husbands. One who understands and fills in everyone's criteria, promise, it's my job to find people. " She added the last part with a smile, a bit of pride in what she did. As much as she had fought the idea when Charlie came to her with it, she loved what she did now. Even if she never would admit it out loud.

Rolling her eyes at the sound of fate again, she shook her head at his apology. "No, its okay. Charlie said that he wanted me to tell Orion when I was ready because he was my dad, but I didn't know how. I was more focused on the responsibility aspect of it that it made me forget that he had already lost his birth mother. The kid already has gone through a lot. ," she chuckled. It was at this moment that he asked more about her dad and memories that she realized she was more open and honest than she had ever been. It made her hesitate. Then she shook it off, she was going to be gone soon enough once the office was up and running and she found someone to take it over. People had always been a revolving door in her life, what was one thing shared with someone she wouldn't see again. "Its not memories. I don't have any of it as as kid. Where ever we were he always called it home. So I just go to see if I ever feel about it the way your mom feels about Baton Rogue. A place I can't bare to think of leaving. Home." Her stepmothers voice rang in her head again and she shook the thought away with a small chuckle saying one last thing to let the subject drop. "It's stupid, though. I wouldn't know the first thing about it." Looking up towards the sky, her face scrunching slightly as if she was thinking really hard. "Narcissists exists, so them?"

Her imagination was already running wild at the thought of the celebration he was telling her about, wondering if she'd be around long enough to see it. Making a mental note to stay away from mazes if she was because who the hell thought it was a good idea to be trapped and scared at the same time? A shiver kept up her spine thinking about trying to find your way out of a maze while also avoiding people scaring you when she found herself laughing again. "Ah, yes the proverbial grapevine. What did you coworker say his blackeye was from? Defending someone's honor? Honestly that's what someone gets for scaring people, you never know when the three instincts of survival will pop up in someone." Always expect someone to hit you back or run, Charlie had told her when he began training her. Be prepared for both.

Her eyebrows knitted as she looked at him pointedly. "Because you like to bother and annoy me. So it's a little hard to not believe that you are just messing with me now." Then pretend shocked gasp, hand to the chest dramatically. "Colors?!?! Oh my god, did your hand burn when you touched them? Do I need to call the agency and let them know?" A self satisfied smirk at being called bossy, she lifted her right shoulder in a half shrug, head tilted slightly. "Good, cuz there's nothing you can do about that." Never in her life did she ever think she’d roll her eyes as much as she did when she was around Wally. “What are we six?” Settling in, she added. “Of course I’m taking my bed back. I’m just being nice because you brought me to a lighthouse.” Okay, stop being so standoffish something in her told her, she was after all in his sweater, in his car after he took her somewhere she liked after getting them dinner. “I just don’t want to wake you in the morning when the Holden’s get there. It’s just one time. Then you’re back on the guest couch spot.” She was tired. “I don’t know why. It’s not that bright and it’s a really nice color.” Hands in the sweater pocket, she burrowed into it as she watched things zip by out her car door window. “When I was small, we went to Maroon Bells in Colorado. I don’t remember much but I remember how pretty it was and how maroon was a gorgeous color because my dad said it is the perfect blend of red and brown. The lake had these beautiful different shades of color and I remember just falling in love with it thinking it was the perfect color to capture it all. Especially the color at the bottom of the lake, the dirt, clay, earth, water, the sun shining down on it. It was beautiful.” That was just a couple of months before he was taken from her, with a sigh she just let it end there as she placed her head on the cold window. "Why do you like it?" If she refocused all this attention back to him she wouldn't wallow in those thoughts.

That sounded a little like it was a challenge though he didn't say much further on it. "Cold." Wally murmured but still chuckled. Liz could be a bit unpredictable at times but it also made her vastly different than everyone else. It was fun for him in a way. "Though alright. Fine. I guess I'll save the really fun things for normal operating hours." He made a head notion like he believed her and whispered a soft sure.

"Now it is," he replied as his eyes caught sight of her for a brief moment. "Back then not so much. But we lived, we learned and we moved forward. If I could convince her to leave Baton Rouge I would. Actually been trying to for almost a decade to no avail." His mother was a woman who was stubborn and who didn't like change no matter how good it was for her.

He chuckled and shook his head. "That's where I draw the line. Storms are not fun. Also, we don't waterboard," he said that with a slight twinge of mischief in his voice. He'd heard rumblings in the dark alley of the departments but never did he see it. It was hearsay to him. Not something he would give credence to. "Horses aren't scary if that is what you're getting at. I mean yes, if they throw you off but that doesn't happen all too often." He had refrained from telling her about his broken shoulder at the age of eleven. She didn't need to know that. Not if he wanted her to come down with him and pet them. "Can start you off slow with a pony."

He hummed. "I wasn't kidding about that. She had that texted to me." Wally smiled at the memory given how he had just finished surveillance when that text came in on his home phone and had read the list himself. "I think so. I'm sure there are others out there with a more troubled past but," he sighed and shrugged. "I can only speak on my own life but the past wasn't easy. I get that on the outside, what's there to cry about you know. Rich kid, had a home, food whatever. But no one saw that we were a family separated. Deadbeat and abusive dad. Not everything is like the movies. We bled just to make sure we were alive. Truly, Annie got one thing right. I don't know want someone who has a blank slate. I don't want to be their charity case in trying to fix whatever they didn't break. Nor do I want pity. Not someone who looks at me and just sees fragments of broken pieces they think they can fix." Wally released a sigh. "My sisters found good guys to lean on. I guess I've always been single just because bringing those walls is a lot harder when no one really understands."

"She'd beg to differ. She can and will fight you on this." Annie was a great debater, sometimes a little scarily so. "I think it was fate or a combination of it that brought us to the same middle." Wally nodded solemnly. "I hope I didn't overstep with that. I know death isn't easy to grasp as a child let alone an adult. But that was something I heard growing up and it stuck with me." As he listened he understood the place was special to her. More so than she let on. Taking one look at her as she talked he couldn't help but smile. "I get it." he squeezed her hand and let it go. "It's like you have a tradition without calling it that. It makes it special to you. Is it the only time you feel safe to revert back to the memories?"

Wally rolled his eyes dramatically and smirked. "You have my word." The words echoed in his head as he thought them over. It was a fair assessment from him that she didn't like to be seen or bothered. She had that wall he had seen countless times but still somehow she had let him in, little by little until they got here. Planning their week ahead together. "I think that makes you human. Who even likes everyone all the time or themselves?" A curious question he wondered what her answer would be. "Island version of trick or treating. Adult style. Old warehouse that isn't condemned by the way," he added knowing that that would be where most people's heads would go. "Go to on Halloween week to hang out, listen to music and have some fun. There are mazes that people jump out at you and scare. I think one year someone punched a performer. Heard it through the grapevine when one of my co workers came into the office with a black eye."

"Why," he dragged it out. "Would I lie to you? Maroon has always been my favorite color. I'd have remembered if you said it was your favorite color too." There wasn't much he didn't remember when it came to her. "Why would I be pulling your chain?" he asked confused. "Sure, you've seen mostly my suits and that grey one I have but I do have colors in my closet. You're bossy I like it." he smirked and relented. "Okay, fine. But next slumber party you are sleeping in your own bed. I don't want you to argue it." Coffee did sound so good though so he merely nodded to let her know he was game. After closing the door and hopping into the driver side he turned to her again confusion coloring his features. "I've been called weird before over liking such a bright color."

#v. main | elizabeth #clubmarties | wally & elizabeth #Denial is her permanent home #it makes me emo!#this whole week of fun is going to be metamorphic #👀👀 her reaction to that scene for the first time #that makes me so emo #her having to just request them and him being like #of course #i am crying also because tumblr ate the first go of this last night. X_X

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SCANDAVOL COMPLETE TIMELINE- WITH FILMING DATES

Okay you guys I have compiled a complete timeline of everything. This is still in flux and I will take any editorial additions in the comments and update as more dates and things are confirmed. This is a group effort so I'd like to thank everyone else who is sick in the head like myself who has commented on the reddit threads and provided details.

DECEMBER 2021- JAMES & RAQUEL END THEIR ENGAGEMENT

MARCH 2022 -

[MARCH 15, 2022] TOM & KATIE ANNOUNCE THEIR DIVORCE via instagram

APRIL 15TH-24TH, 2022- COACHELLA 2022 - Tom, Ariana, Sandoval and others attend Coachella together. Several people submit rumors to the blogs that they saw Raquel and Schwartz making out at Coachella. Schwartz confirms via twitter a few days later that he actually was not at Coachella. So who was Raquel seen making out with!? Unconfirmed, but a twitter user claims she saw Sandoval and Raquel sharing a pedicab to the fairgrounds and they were alone and all over each other. Other people say it was Brock's Beefy Friend she was making out with.

JUNE 5, 2022 - MTV MOVIE AWARDS - Tom and Ariana attend the MTV Movie awards together

JUNE 24, 2022- ARIANA'S BIRTHDAY. Tom probably went bulldozing with Raquel this day who knows at this point.

***** JULY 2022 - VANDERPUMP RULES SEASON 10 OFFICIALLY BEGINS FILMING ***

RAQUEL DATES PETER [JUNE/JULY 2022] Raquel goes on awkward date with Peter after making out one night. The date is weird and horrible and she sobs. She later calls Peter a good starter pony.

SCHEANA PODCAST WITH SCHWARTZ [JULY 23, 2022] The plan for Raquel to make out with Schwartz is floated around this time after Scheanna suggests it to Schwartz when he is a guest on her podcast. Katie is livid at Scheanna and Raquel for even thinking this was remotely okay. They were not officially divorced at this point.

AUGUST 2022

GIRLS TRIP TO VEGAS [AUGUST 2ND, 2022] S10E5 Lovestruck at the DISCOPU$$y - Raquel goes to Vegas with the girls for the worst divorce trip weekend I've ever seen. Genuinely. Lala, Kristina Kelly, Raquel are on said girls trip to Vegas. Katie and crew have dinner at Pump Vegas with her mother and Lisa Vanderpump. Katie's mom lays in to Raquel for even CONSIDERING hooking up with her son-in-law of however many years Katie and Schwartz were married. Oliver (RHOBH Garcelle's son) is their waiter and they ask him to meet up with them at DISCOPU$$Y where Raquel makes out with newly separated/divorced Oliver. Then the girls make fun of her taylor swift lights and Lala said she would NEVER TRUST RAQUEL AROUND HER MAN! Raquel over hears them talking about her galaxy lights which make her room look like the dance floor at DISCOPU$$Y and it's sad.

ARIANA'S DOG CHARLOTTE PASSES AWAY[AUGUST 2ND, 2022] Ariana originally goes on Vegas Divorce trip but once arriving in Vegas she finds out her dog has sadly passed away so she flies home. Tom Sandoval picks her up from the airport.

LAKE HAVASU [AUGUST 3RD, 2022] - The girls travel from Vegas to Lake Havasu where they are meeting up with Charli to "party" more lol. Raquel has a nervous break down/panic attack in the car. She cries and explains she doesn’t know who she is anymore and is confused about her identity now that she’s “single” and not with James. Raquel tells a horrific story about James soberly calling her mom fat. Lala, Katie, Kristina Kelly comfort and console her (she does not tell Scheanna or Sandoval this story when she retells the Vegas trip to them at the Mondrian).

LUNCH/DINNER WITH CHARLI IN HAVASU-[NEEDS DATE] Charli hears from Raquel that the girls were making fun of her galaxy lights and allegedly shaming her for making out with Oliver and so they all get in an argument at dinner.

CHARLI & RAQUEL LEAVE LAKE HAVASU[NEEDS DATE] Raquel and Charlie decide to leave Havasu early the next morning but not before Charli insults Kristina Kelly's lip gloss line.

GUYS NIGHT AT THE MONDRIAN [AUGUST 3-4, 2022]- when the affair allegedly started -S10E6 Divorce Party Crashers. Ariana is home in bed mourning the loss of her beloved dog. Scheana, and the boys have a guys night at the Mondrian to celebrate Schwartz's divorce. In attendance at guys night are Scheana (of course. #1 guy in the group), Brock, DJ James Kennedy, Sandoval, Schwartz, some TomTom guy Bret/Max (cant remember his name but from his shifty eyes he definitely knows about the affair. In my head he probably walked in on them making out in a broom closet at TomTom and is just being quiet about it because he wants to keep his shitty job). Raquel and Charli crash the girls night. Who told them to come? Scheana? Sandoval? Sandoval acts surprised to see them even though we know he def texted her to come. Sandoval makes creepy probably drug fueled sex eyes at Raquel who retells the story about how mean the girls were to her in Vegas for making out with Oliver. Sandoval acts like this is the most interesting story he's ever heard. Dj James Kennedy leaves in a fit because this was supposed to be a guys night and now his ex fiance is there.

RACHEL & TOM SEEN ALONE ON CAMERA OUTSIDE BARS BY SHI SHU'S FRIEND [AUG 4TH, 2022] Scheanna's friend Jamie takes "funny" video of Tom and Raquel outside on the curb after the bars closed down. They were with the group of people out after guys night but the video Jamie took shows them by themselves. Jamie was gonna post it because she did a funny voiceover pretending to be them talking, but then she thought it might be a little weird and didn't post it. Looking back now she realizes they were sitting a little too close to comfort and in hindsight which is 20/20 (thanks Tom for that knowledge) she decided to submit the raw video to Vanderpump producers,

AFFAIR ALLEGEDLY BEGINS THIS NIGHT [AUG 4TH, 2022] *Allegedly after guys night Raquel and Tom have sex in his car parked outside of Ariana and Tom Sandoval's home while Ariana is asleep mourning the death of her dog.

SCHEANA & BROCKS WEDDING [AUGUST 26, 2022]- Although Katie specifically warned the two of them against it, Raquel and Tom Schwartz make out at Scheanna’s wedding in Cancun, Mexico. Allegedly this is also when Raquel and Tom Sandoval hooked up. The same night she made out with Schwartz after the white party. They were also seen making out by Scheanna's wedding designer in the hallways of the wedding the night of the white party.

SCHWARTZ CLAIMS ON WWHL HE LEARNED ABOUT THE AFFAIR IN LATE AUGUST - on WWHL ON APRIL 5,2023 Schwartz tells Andy he learned about "the affair" then he corrects himself and says "the one night stand" .

SUR/SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY AWKWARD TOM, TOM, RAQUEL, LISA INTERACTION [AUGUST 30, 2022] - Raquel at work squeezes in between Sandoval and Schwartz across from Lisa discussing Katie calling her a whore for making out with Schwartz at Scheana's wedding. Lisa sees how close and smiley Sandoval is with Raquel and asks why he is so smiley. This bitch sees everything. She had them clocked from day 1.

ALY SEES SANDOVAL AND RAQUEL AT THE ABBEY DANCING TOO CLOSE [AUGUST 31, 2022] - Later that night after Raquel's shift ends a group of them go to the Abbey. There is a video of the Toms and Raquel walking to the Abbey 8/31 (after midnight).This is where Aly sees Sandoval and Raquel dancing way too close together. Aly thought it was weird and she claims they were alone but maybe she didnt see the rest of the group (or maybe they left?). But Sandoval claims this is bullshit because a group of them went out together after work. Remember Ariana is not there.

SEPTEMBER 2022 - a lot going on

LALA KENT'S BIRTHDAY [SEPTEMBER 2, 2022]Some lounge. Raquel shows up to apologize to LALA for calling her a mistress after Raquel is publicly accused of being a mistress by making out with Oliver in Vegas while he is still married. Lala says that she is not a mistress and they hug. Inside the lounge Katie confronts Tom Sandoval about Aly seeing him out with Raquel dancing alone. Sandoval deflects and tells Katie she’s crazy.

LABOR DAY [SEPTEMBER 4, 2022] Scheana's Labor Day Party. Jax and Britney confirmed on their watch-back show that the last time they saw Raquel and Sandoval together was at Scheanna's labor day party. Ariana was not in attendance. Tom was there without Ariana and he arrived with Raquel. Lala, Jax, Brit and others were there. According to Jax (so take this with a grain of salt because we know Jax is a pathological liar) he saw Sandoval on the phone with Ariana who wanted him to leave but Sandoval said that he was at a place where he couldn’t find an Uber. He stayed at the party which Jax thought was strange since he had just gotten a call from his girlfriend that her grandmother was in the hospital dying. Why wouldn't he leave the party to console her? He stayed at the party ..I guess this is where he uses the "can't get an uber" excuse.

***Lala told Jeff Lewis that someone recalled opening a door at a party over the summer and seeing Sandoval and Raquel under covers together. but the person brushed it off as nothing serious and just figured “‘This is weird but they’re just best friends. Unconfirmed if this instance occurred at the same party.

This feels kind of weird to put as a bullet point on a reddit timeline but Ariana's Grandmother passed away on [SEPTEMBER 5th, 2022]. Rest in peace <3 I'm sure she's looking down on her beautiful Granddaughter Ariana beaming with joy and tears proud of how well she is doing and proud of her for finally leaving her piece of shit boyfriend Tom Sandoval.

JAMES KENNEDY BEACH DAY EXTRAVAGANZA [SEPTEMBER 8, 2022] James gets mad at Schwartz for comparing his upcoming DJ gig at Imagine festival gig to Rochella (James's music festival proposal to Raquel that Tom Sandoval basically planned and paid for). James throws half a drink on him (he poured the other half in the sand, because he is a gentleman). Scheana tells Sandoval that Katie implied he was in an open relationship because Aly saw him dancing alone with Raquel at the Abbey. Sandoval gets mad and acts incredulous that anyone could ever think that. Meanwhile he is absolutely doing just that. Later they all go to a bar and everyone fights. Sandoval blows up on Katie about what she said "or didn't say" about the open relationship rumors. Aly confirms with Katie what she said to her at Lala's birthday about the terms of their relationship.

RACQUEL, SCHEANA, BROCK SEEN AT TOM SANDOVAL MOST EXTRAS CONCERT [SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2022]

RACQUEL BIRTHDAY [MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 12TH, 2022]

GLAMPING/PUMPKIN SMASH WEEKEND [NEED DATE] - Brock, Scheanna, Raquel, Both of the toms, Ariana go to Cuyama Oaks Ranch for Raquel's bday. In front of everyone Schwartz "jokingly" tells Sandoval and Brock they better watch out because Raquel likes "taken men". Ariana, Scheana and crew laugh (little do they know this is not actually a joke). No sign of lightning bolt necklace on this trip.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL FESTIVAL - [FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 16-SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2022] - In her video collage of the September Life is Beautiful festival she attended with Scheana, Brock, Sandy, Ariana and others, Raquel included a clip of her sitting on Sandoval's shoulders while Sandoval smiles like a creep. Raquel captioned an IG post from the festival with a lightning bolt.

SANDOVAL'S "JIZZ DEPOSIT" [SEP 24, 2022]- Ariana is home in Florida for her Grandmother’s funeral services so Schwartz goes to the sperm appointment with Sandoval. Sandoval is told by the doctor his sperm is ugly (go figure) and he should stop wearing such tight clothes and drinking/doing drugs.

RACQUEL SHOWS UP LATE TO WORK AT SUR AFTER SLEEPING AT TOMS [NEEDS DATE] - Racquel shows up an hour and a half late to work at Sur looking "a mess/hungover" according to Lisa. (Lala tells us via voiceover that Lisa is doing a tasting of the new menu) Raquel sits down with Charlie, Lisa, Guillermo and Natalie and Lisa asks why she is so late. She tells Lisa she overslept because she got so drunk last night she went "back to TOM'S place and we went in the jacuzzi with Schwartz". Lisa is stunned she went back to TOM SANDOVAL'S HOUSE not Tom Schwartz's house. Charlie asks if it was just them 3 in a jacuzzi together? Lisa asks where she slept and Raquel says "at Sandovals..nothing happened though...it was easier to just sleep on the couch and spend the night". Lisa is incredulous at this news and after Raquel leaves she facetimes Sandoval who is driving with Schwartz and wants to know why Raquel showed up to work late looking like "A BAG OF SHIT" and then says "got so wasted last night she ended up spending the night at your house". Sandoval says "we hung out for a little bit. She dipped out. I dont know. Actually she left early". Lisa "oh so she didn't spend the night?" Sandoval- "i said she dipped out. which is true. she dipped out". Lisa is unsure what dipped out means and says "so did she spend the night at your house yes or no" Sandoval "i mean like yes but like DUDE i have people crash at my house all the time. Lisa says IM NOT YOUR FUCKING DUDE YOU LITTLE BAG OF SHIT (im paraphrasing but i know thats what she meant).

KEN DROPS THE BOMB ON CAMERA [NEEDS DATE]- Lisa is in her kitchen tasting sandwiches with Katie, Katie's terrible hat, and some lady. Ken comes in and says "I cannot believe that Tom Zandeval had Raquel over when Ariana is away.. in the jacuzzi....and she stayed all night". Katie looks shocked and thinks they are joking around or spreading rumors. They are not joking. Lisa is very well aware of all of this, obviously. The story edit flashes back to Sur the day before when Raquel showed up at work late.

****FILMING FOR SEASON 10 OFFICIALLY WRAPS [SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17TH, 2022] ***

OCTOBER 2022

BRAVOCON - [OCT 14- OCT 2022] Raquel attends bravo con wearing A TOM TOM HOODIE. Tom performs with his band both Raquel and Ariana seen dancing together in the crowd. Andy Cohen also in crowd unaware of the Scandavol brewing amongst him.

HALLOWEEN - [OCT 31ST, 2022] Tom dresses as Raquel at BravoCon. He wears Tom Tom Hoodie and hair braided everyone laughs. We were all so innocent back then.

LIGHTNING BOLT NECKLACES MAKE FIRST APPEARANCE [ NEED DATE] - TMZ reports that the necklaces date back to October 2022

NOVEMBER 2022

SCHWARTZ & SANDY'S OFFICIALLY OPENS [NEEDS DATE ] Schwartz & Sandy's "fucking shithole bar in the middle of a corner of Silver Lake in fucking PoopHole Village" finally opens it's doors to the shock of the world after Sandoval spent all their money and time on his shitty cover band and at the nail salon where raquel had her press conference getting his nails painted white.

RAQUEL ATTENDS TOM CONCERT IN ROSEVILLE, CA**[**NOVEMBER 10, 2022] - she is seen by herself and it's weird because she does not post on IG that she was attending the show.

DECEMBER, 2022

ST LOUIS TRIP POST CHRISTMAS 2022- [DEC 26-27, 2022] Sandoval and Raquel allegedly spent post Christmas together in St. Louis. Hearing various stories that he tried to bring her home to his mom and she refused to meet her. Ariana was in Florida with her mom and brother (she posted a pic on her instagram stories).

JANUARY, 2023

ARIANA DENIES THAT HER AND SANDOVAL ARE IN AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP VIA TWEET [JANUARY 9th, 2023] “We don’t have an open relationship. I’m really not that cool. Thought that was obvious,” Madix tweets, per People. “Bisexual ≠ polyamorous.” [The tweet has since been deleted.] Guessing this is a reaction to the SEASON 10 trailer that was released around this time.

TOM AND TOM TRIP TO BIG BEAR WITH RAQUEL AND JO [January 22, 2023] - a social media user tweeted a picture of Raquel, Sandoval, and Schwartz on a night out in Big Bear on the weekend of Jan 22, 2023

Schwartz claims that this is when Sandoval told him he was actually having a full fledged affair with Raquel and was madly in love with her. At this point he claims it was kind of an open secret to everyone and this is when Sandoval started getting flagrant and brazen about their illicit relationship. Schwartz also claimed that he had been told Sandoval and Ariana were either already broken up or that a breakup was coming soon.

TMZ reported that Sandoval’s mom Terri knew about the affair in January and had met Raquel. She was not cool with the situation

FEBURARY 2023

WWHL WITH TOM SANDOVAL AND TOM SCHWARTZ[FEB 8TH, 2023]- Schwartz is acting really fucking weird. Not answering any questions directly, constantly looking at Sandoval for answers can’t speak for himself. Allegedly Raquel went on this trip to NYC with them and that’s why Schwartz was acting so weird and fidgety on wwhl. She was staying at their hotel while they were taping allegedly.

MARCH 2023

SANDOVAL INTERVIEW WITH PAGE SIX [ MARCH 1ST, 2023] Sandoval is asked by Page Six for the secret behind the “most stable relationship in Vanderpump Rules history.” “We definitely have our ups and downs for sure,” Sandoval says of his relationship with Madix. “I think we’ve been really good about respecting each other and having each other's backs in a reasonable way.” In the evening Ariana and Sandoval are reportedly spotted kissing at a gig for his band, Tom Sandoval & the Most Extras.

WWHL INTERVIEW WITH SCHEANA AND RAQUEL/SCANDAVOL GROUND ZERO [MARCH 1ST, 2023]- Raquel gives Andy a TomTom sweat shirt we all think this is a joke from Halloween. Little do we know she’s fucking tom at this point. After this interview is when Raquel sends Tom sexy pictures or Ariana goes through Tom's phone while he is performing at a concert. She sees a mutual masturbation facetime between Tom and Raquel and understandably freaks out leaves the show and calls Raquel who is in New York with Sceana. Raquel and Scheana are out in NYC (at a bar) after WWHL taping and Ariana says how could you. Scheanna hears Ariana crying over the phone and asks Raquel what's going on. And Raquel casually mentions she's having an affair with her best friends partner of 9 years, Tom Sandoval. Scheana in a fit of Shi Shu rage allegedly pushes Raquel against a wall and throws her phone out of anger. Note: She does not punch her because she has long nails and wouldn’t be able to hold a fist.

THE NATIONAL PRESS CONFIRMS TOM AND ARIANA SPLIT [FRIDAY, MARCH 3RD 2023] - news comes out that Tom Sandavol and Ariana have officially split because of the events that took place after WWHL 2 days prior.

****BRAVO CAMERAS PICK BACK UP FOR THE FALLOUT OF SCANDAVOL [FRIDAY, MARCH 3RD 2023]

CAMERAS FILMING AGAIN (REMEMBER SEASON 10 HAS ALREADY ENDED SO THEY PICKED CAMERAS BACK UP TO FILM THE FALL OUT OF SCANDAVOL) AT TOM AND ARIANA'S HOME. Kristen Doute makes an appearance to console Ariana. Shi Shu and her white bucket hat is seen arriving at the house.

TOM SEEN FILMING WITH RAQUEL [SATURDAY, MARCH 4TH 2023] A kiss on camera happens at Raquel's apartment.

1st SCANDAVOL APOLOGY NOT APOLOGY POST [ NEEDS DATE] - Tom posts a bullshit word apology via IG somehow never actually apologizing to Ariana.

2ND SCANDAVOL STILL SHIT APOLOGY POST[MARCH 7TH, 2023] Sandoval publicly apologizes to Ariana in his second statement for his "mistakes". Sandoval says "My love for Ariana was stronger than any camera could ever have captured. I wish things happened in a different order and our relationship was not severely tarnished, and that it ended with the same respect for her that it began with. I owed Ariana better." Yeah. no shit.

VANDERPUMP RULES SEASON 10 REUNION TAPES[MARCH 23RD, 2023]

SHI SHU GOES TO COURT [MARCH 24TH, 2023]Shi shu goes to court and has her legally blonde moment where she rattles off a bunch of court jargon to all the paps outside her restraining order hearing. Raquel is a no show and the restraining order (TRO) is released

TOM GOES ON HOMIE MANDEL PODCAST [APRIL 11TH, 2023]- NO WORDS for this bullshit. Tom's first on camera "interview" explaining the situation. To a bald man who has never seen this show in his entire life. He only knows Tom because he met him at Tom's podcast producer's wedding. Go figure. Sandoval whines and complains and gaslights the world as to why he did what he did. He claims that he had broken up with Ariana already several times and she wasn’t accepting it. He lies about egg/sperm donation timeline and claims she was asking him to do this after they had already broken up. We can clearly see on the timeline that he was already doing this months before.

***DATES THAT STILL NEED TO BE ADDED TO THE TIMELINE

The first appearance of the lightning bolt necklaces on camera or in instagram pictures/posts

The date that Tom and Tom went to the Yeasty truck and floated the storyline that tom was unhappy with his relationship because he made Ariana "dumpling lattes" and Ariana did not reciprocate (lol what a piece of shit).

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HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 4)

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Famous Shakespeare Lines, February 2021:

Short Life For A Daffodil by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco have a wild daughter who likes to pull up daffodils and frustrate her parents, but the duo wouldn't be without their children.

Friends Dont by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - "You don’t choose who you fall for!” “No, because I sure as hell wouldn’t be standing here now would I?” Hermione mourns the loss of a relationship.

The Malfoy Mistress by ThebeMoon - M, one-shot - Unable to bear the sight of Bellatrix carving into Hermione Granger at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy whisks his hated former schoolmate to safety. He should have known better.

Rules of Engagement by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Lucius just had to be difficult about the idea of Draco and Hermione getting married. Will Draco and Hermione allow him to throw his weight around, or will they bring him to heel?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Popular 90's TV Shows, March 2021:

The Death of Theo Nott by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “Hermione.” Her head whipped up to see the broken expression in Draco’s eyes. “He wouldn’t kill himself.”

The Night of the Rats by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - What happens when a prank war goes too far?

Perfect Harmony by Talonwillow (TalonWillow) - T, one-shot -Professor Slughorn's star Potions pupil Hermione was tired of being the ugly duckling, so she created a potion that would transform her into a beautiful swan. Everyone seemed to like the shiny new version of her... Well, except for herself and maybe one other. Would Draco Malfoy convince her that what everyone else was seeing was what he saw every day, and would Hermione finally be able to live in Perfect Harmony?

Dramione Go Star Trekking by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Riker has made a pass at Hermione and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

Bloody Colonials by Maira - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger has had a long week, and the last thing she wants to do is leave the comfort of her home. But when her best friend asks for her help in dealing with a possible cursed object, what can she do but help? Brownies, Potion-making robe etiquette, and a cursed Nigerian mask all add up to a typical night at Hogwarts. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

The Latest Teenage Drama by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Teenagers. Gotta love em. Teenage dramas? Not so much. Draco and Hermione navigate the perils of unwanted teenage behaviour - 90s family sitcom style.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Around the World, April 2021:

The Assignment by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco, Aurors, have been sent to Cape Town on a top secret assignment - to track down a former Death Eater.

Finding Them by KrysKrossZee - T, WIP - After not finding her parents in Austrailia, Hermione enlists Draco's help and the two make their way to Vancouver when they have a new lead.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Language of Flowers, May 2021:

Spilled Ink by Maira - M, one-shot - It's nearly Christmas, and things aren't great. Draco Malfoy is still on house arrest due to the Wizengamot being a bag of dicks. Hermione Granger is out of the country on a job, which means he won't see her for a few weeks. And to top it all off, Hermione has sent Draco a plant. A green, spiky plant, for no reason that he can fathom. Oh, and a spelled journal that he's now supposed to write in. Because nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan. Written for the DFW Deal or No Deal Challenge!

Forever by Art3misiA - M, one-shot - Though they may be gone, our memories of them remain forever.

The Little Things by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When Hermione buys Draco a cup of coffee and leaves it on his desk, it throws Draco through a loop and he wonders what he should get her in exchange.

The Climbing Vine by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - After receiving some startling news, Draco runs out of the house. He receives some advice from a surprising source.

Changing of the Seasons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - Hermione & Draco find a local park and two unlikely faces to greet them.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Draco's Birthday Soundtrack, June 2021:

Straight to the Heart by AdAsttra - T, one-shot - Draco's ready to tell Hermione how he feels, but Cupid has other ideas.

Stick Around by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn't know why Draco is the only one who makes her feel safe, but she is glad that she is able to get some reprieve from her brain.

Wild and Wired by Maira - M, one-shot - Need your lovin' here beside me, Need it close enough to guide me, I've been hopin' you would find me, You're the biggest part of me. - Hermione was expecting a fun night out with her boyfriend and her friends. She was not expecting ice cubes, sick ponies, and a serenade beautiful enough to melt her heart. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

Let's Get Serious (Please, for the Love of Merlin!) by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Draco wants to get serious, but Hermione isn't so sure. Will their opposing views make or break them?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Magical Monsters, July 2021:

There's A Zouwu In My Basement by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When a creature has broken into the Malfoy Manor dungeon, Draco has to call for help.

Miseria by crochetaway - T, one-shot - Hermione tames a Dementor.

Aegis by Maira - M, one-shot - Their world is in ruins, and their only protection against creatures wanting to kill them is about to fall. They make a plan to trek across the country to Hogwarts, where others have gathered to make a new home within the castle. There, they will be safe. One problem - before they go, there's a queen to kill. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal Challenge.

Fear & Desire by myladymay - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy wants to change his life. He returns to Hogwarts for Eighth Year and finds himself confronted with both his biggest fear and greatest desire, all wrapped up in a Gryffindor tie.

Innocent Monsters by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - Draco Malfoy thought he had reasonable expectations for his mandatory Eighth Year at Hogwarts, where he would be confined to the grounds as part of his probation. Isolation, hatred, and passing his NEWTs were really all he had in mind. What he wasn't anticipating: 1) Having a small firstie latch onto him like a bloody koala 2) Said firstie adopting an erkling as if they didn’t feed on children. To protect his little nuisance, he’ll have to seek help from uncomfortable places, including the Swottiest Witch of Her Age. Joy of all joys.

Transformed by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Draco and Charlie have a dragon to catch, and time is running out. Meanwhile, Hermione is missing, adding to Draco's woes.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos, August 2021:

Three's a crowd, four's trouble by AnnaRitaLi - M, WIP - p>My sister is right. My life did change that evening. I just don't think Rosalind meant for me to steal her boyfriend, or I don't think I stole him, Draco, not precisely. You cannot steal something that doesn't want to be whisked away. That's my experience, at least, and I've stolen quite a few things over the years. So I can say this with confidence. You can't lose something you never had. But you’ll have to read it in the book, dear. While the Crown doesn’t wish for me to speak out in public, I have been silent for too long. You see, There were three of us in this marriage. And people, the press, have assumed many things over the years about Draco and me. So this book, as you’ll see, it’s my attempt to set the record straight. Yes, there were three of us in this marriage, but there were also much more going on than that. -- This is the story the Crown never wanted to get out. In other words, I bring you the x-rated version of the book ‘Diana - her true story - in her own words’.’ It’s the Dramione as Charles & Diana AU you didn't know you needed.

The Marquess and the Kitchen Girl by Art3misiA - E, 8 chapters - Draco Malfoy is the son of the most powerful Duke in Wiltshire. One day, he will be the ruler of a large duchy. Hermione Granger lives happily with her parents - that is, until tragedy strikes. Two children will become friends, and gradually discover a forbidden love that seems as if it might one day defy the odds. Alas, this is a tale of doomed lovers.

In Her Arms by KrysKrossZee - M, one-shot - Draco's worked his way up through Voldemort's ranks but it would seem that all of his work has been for nothing when Dolohov captures a new prisoner.

The Happiness I Seek by Maira - M, one-shot - To those without a soulmate, the world is devoid of colour. They say that if you are lucky enough to meet your soulmate, everything changes. The world is brighter, food is richer, and you find a love you never knew you needed. Draco Malfoy has never been lucky. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

darling! by itscometothis - M, one-shot - When Draco and Hermione are invited to help demonstrate a path forward for Wizarding Britain and its reconciliation, neither really feel like they can refuse - Hermione for moral reasons and Draco for practical ones (read: Azkaban sounds bad). But they have very different ideas on how to play up this fake relationship. Written for DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos - Kermit and Ms. Piggy. It's as ridiculous as you expect.

A Thousand Ships by floorcoaster - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to reach out and take it.

Quiet My Demons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - “Unhappy, darling?” He murmured, his cigar placed on its resting dish, dashed out - a little puff of smoke rising into the air between them before disappearing. “Yes, completely.”

I Love Draco by crochetaway - G, one-shot - A few slice of life scenes with Hermione, Draco, and Scorpius ala I Love Lucy style!

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Final Word, September 2021:

Crime & Punishment by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - TRIAL TRANSCRIPT OF DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY IS FORMALLY CHARGED WITH THE FOLLOWING: CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER AIDING AND ABETTING A MURDER USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: IMPERIUS (2 COUNTS) USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: CRUCIATUS (47 COUNTS) PARTICIPATING IN A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION -- I don’t regret hoping. I thought I might, at the beginning, do you remember? But I don’t. I regret nothing about you, my love. Eternally yours, Draco -- A story of hope, punishment, and the nature of justice told in trial transcripts, visits in an interrogation room, and letters.

Boats Against the Current by AlannaTCooper - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is trying to escape his past by running as far away as he can. But the past - and his nightmares - keep pulling him backwards.

By His Side by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione is lonely but there's at least one person who can break through her loneliness.

Trying To Live by IzzieStellar - T, one-shot - After her husband dies, Hermione can’t seem to remember how to live and her friends vow to help her.

In the Dead of Night by AdAsttra - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are some of the last people to leave Hogwarts under the veil of a cold, dark night.

This fest is ongoing.

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fortunesfavours · 4 years ago

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My gift for @casismymrdarcy as part of @starrynightdeancas wonderful gift exchange. I had so much fun writing this! Definitely going to try AUs like this more. A short and sweet one-shot featuring Dean as a camp counselor, ghost summoning, and the cute counselor from Cabin Three getting caught in the rain. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1189

Continued below the cut, will be up on AO3 once I decide on a title.

CW: slight mention of John Winchester/rough family life

Generally, in all of Dean’s sum 25 years of life experience, letting a pack of eight-year-olds that were already positively intoxicated on sugar near candles, a lighter, and his co-counselor’s Ouija board was a truly horrific idea. Yet, here he was, weary head in his hands, attempting to supervise the most hare-brained idea of the week. His co-counselor, an energetic woman named Clara he had first met at the staff meeting a few days before, was on her break, leaving him alone with their cabin. She had pulled him aside in the dinner line and told him that she had “stuff to let the kids experiment with” in a box under her bunk. He had (foolishly) assumed this would probably be art supplies, perhaps some glitter glue and cardstock, or maybe pony beads and string, but alas, here he was.

He had opened the box that had once apparently held Kirkland-brand orange juice to find an intricately-carved wooden plank, detailed with curling vines and celestial objects, as well as the alphabet, numbers, and a small selection of words engraved in a rather medieval-looking font. On top was an equally-ornate planchette, a pack of tea lights, a lighter painted with a spiderweb, and a sticky-note addressed to him.

“Dean,

Have fun ;) Break ends at 1 am, going into town. Don’t burn down the cabin.”

Dean had sighed, rolling his eyes and mourning his choice of summer job. Charlie had sung the praises of her childhood camp to him when he had mentioned his search, leading Dean to sign up as a counselor.

One of the kids, a little girl named Ella, was calling for Dean. He shook himself back to focus to see her frustratedly trying to work the lighter. The kids had set up a wobbly circle of candles around the board, and were clustered around it. Ella’s nose is scrunched up with concentration, and Dean pushes himself out of his chair to light the candles for them. He deftly sets the tea lights alight, and the room starts to smell of beeswax. One of the kids has scrambled over to the lightswitch, and with a flick of a switch, the cabin is filled with warm, flickering candlelight.

The kids promptly start an eager discussion of the proper way to summon a ghost, and Dean so desperately wants to just go to bed. Sure, his dad had been a little over-interested in these sorts of things, but that sure as hell didn’t mean he was going to pull out his childhood familiarity with the paranormal. He can almost see himself as a young child in their faces, bright with eager curiosity and uninhibited trust in the world around them. His chest twinges a bit at the thought, but he catches himself before he can start to dwell on his family issues. He and Sam are out now, out and living their lives. He can be a camp counselor now, he can think about the cute guy in charge of Cabin Three with the blue eyes and not hate himself for it. Dean chuckles, leaning back in his chair, and jokingly calls out, “You should try Latin.”

Charlie, a tall, gangly kid with serious eyes and a way of walking that vaguely reminded Dean of a bird, bounces in their seat at this suggestion. “I know Pig Latin! My cousin taught me!”

This new addition is eagerly accepted by the children, who clearly have decided that this is quite a good substitute for proper Latin. Dean closes his eyes and yawns, mind drifting to thoughts of rest and the chocolate bar he had stashed in his backpack. He could almost fall asleep here, listening to the crackle of the candles and the pounding of the rain outside. Reluctantly keeping himself awake, he tuned back in to hear the group chanting something that with translation was most definitely “ghosts of Lakeside Camp, we summon you” interspersed with humming of what might have been the camp theme song, and which also may have been some pop song Dean can’t conjure the name of. Their voices start to crescendo, getting more discordant but also more eager. All at once, there’s a pounding knock on the door combined with a boom of thunder, then a flash of lighting. One voice lets out a quickly-muffled scream as a gust blows through the cabin and extinguishes the candles. The cabin goes silent but for the rain, full of wide eyes and scared faces.

Dean looks around and as he opens his mouth to comfort his campers, is interrupted by another knock. He silently moves to the door, opening it a crack so as to not startle the campers. When he locks eyes with Cabin Three’s counselor, dripping wet and wiping rain off his face, Dean decides that this is either his lucky day or the gods cursing him. Only one way to find out, he thinks.

“Man, you’re drenched.” he says, and immediately curses internally. What an introduction. The man blinks a few times, and responds entirely genuinely, “My umbrella broke. May I come in?”

“Oh- yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll grab you a towel.” Dean swings the door open, and the man steps in, only to be greeted by twelve terrified faces.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that everyone. This is just… uh-” he glances over at the man, who realizes after a moment what Dean is asking for. “Castiel. I’m Cabin Three’s counselor.” The kids murmur amongst themselves before one speaks up.

“You’re not a ghost, right?”

Castiel squints, and Dean can’t help but find it adorable. “Not as far as I know.”

Hurrying off to grab a towel, Dean rifles through his suitcase before returning with his pool towel and handing it to Castiel. He gladly accepts it, and promptly wanders off to stand in a corner and attempt to dry his rain-drenched hair.

Dean spends the next hour herding campers through the process of getting ready for bed, sneaking conversation with Castiel in between. However, all this does is further send Dean absolutely further into his developing crush. With every sentence exchanged, Cas is nothing but clever, kind, and utterly unlike anyone Dean has ever met. By the time the kids are all asleep and the cabin is tidied up, the rain has subsided into a light drizzle. Cas, though, makes no mention of leaving. Instead, he and Dean wander out onto the porch to continue talking. By the time Dean’s co-counselor returns, Cas has to excuse himself back to his cabin. As Dean turns to go inside, Cas calls out and offers a folded piece of paper. Before Dean can open it, he smiles a beautifully soft smile, turns on his heel, and vanishes into the foggy night.

When Dean opens the paper later that night, he can’t contain the smile that breaks out over his face.

“Dean,

Go out with me tomorrow? I know a place I think you’d like.

Cas <3”

When they get ice cream the next day, they share a kiss over a sundae and Dean decides that taking this job was the best decision he’s made yet.

#spn #supernatural #supernatural fic #destiel #destiel fic #deancas edit #deancas fic #userstarry #my work

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kittenfangirl20 · 26 days ago

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Angel: Fun, we have a ring that is said to corrupt the soul and we have to find a way to enter a desolate wasteland so it can be dropped into a volcano. I would hardly call that fun.

Husk: I think Princess is trying to look, I think.

Charlie: Husk, you don’t have to call me Princess, we have all been best friends since we were kids. Dad said before we leave, we need to post on the community board that we are leaving, but will be coming back.

Vaggie: Why?

Charlie: Remember when dad left to help mom, well he left early in the morning without telling anyone and everyone thought he died. Michael and Lilith tried to sell everything dad owned including his home. Well the auction happened the day dad and mom came back. The only reason why nothing was sold was because mom chased everyone away while brandishing an elf sword.

Angel: I would have paid good money to see that.

Husk: Same.

Charlie went to the community board, which was just one of the walls of the town center which was the only building in the shire not built into a hill. Charlie posted the announcement on the wall before the group left the Shire. They didn’t reach Bree until night, most of the people in Bree were humans, it was a settlement made by men. They found the Prancing Pony.

Owner: Don’t get many hobbits in Bree, though you don’t look like a typical hobbit.

He was looking right at Charlie which made her very uncomfortable. She looked mostly like a hobbit, though she was little taller than a typical hobbit and she had long sideburn which came from her dwarf heritage. Though if she was 100% dwarf she would have had a beard like her mom and older half brothers.

Charlie: I am half hobbit and half dwarf.

???: Leave them alone, they are with me.

Charlie turned to see a human woman with short pale blonde hair and a fierce look in her eyes.

Charlie: You must be Lute?

Lute’s features softened and she gave a slight smile.

Lute: Yeah, I have a room big enough for all of us, come.

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Husk walked up to the room Lute got.

Charlie: I’m sorry for asking, but I was wondering how you know Sera.

Lute: Like you, I am royalty. I am the last living descendant of the Kings and Queens of Men.

Charlie remembered how her mom had lost his birthright and had to restore it before she was born. In fact thinking of Adam made Charlie hope that her parents were doing well. The younger children stayed back at the mountain under the care of Cain who was Adam’s heir. Abel wanted to come along to help. It took a day and a half for them to make it to the home of Emily, like Stolas, Emily now lived in a beautiful yet ethereal palace. Outside the palace was Emily, a beautiful elf with very silvery hair.

Emily: Adam, Lucifer, welcome to my kingdom.

Emily was very friendly like Stolas thankfully and not snooty like Paimon was. Yes Paimon was their ally, but that was only because Stolas convinced him. They then saw an elf that looked a lot like Stolas.

Octavia: Hello, I am Octavia, the daughter of Stolas.

Paimon had forced Stolas to marry another elf named Stella, but once Paimon stepped aside for Stolas, Stolas left Stella who was cruel and abusive towards him. Now Stolas was married to Blitzø.

Adam: It is wonderful to see you.

Emily: We have a room for both of you until Charlie arrives.

Lucifer: Thank you.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Lord of the Rings AU)

Long ago in Middle Earth inhabited by the races called men, elves, dwarves, and hobbits. The elves decided to have Rings of Power forged to strengthen their bond. Three rings were made for the elves, seven rings would be made for the dwarves, and nine rings were made for the men. There was a false friend amongst them who called herself Roo who secretly made one ring for herself. This ring was the most powerful ring that could control the other ring bearers and force them to bend to her will, but the races fought together and Roo was defeated, though no one knew what happened to Roo if she truly died. The King of Men took Roo’s ring, but he lost it when he was killed. Years later, a woman named Niffty found the ring and it corrupted her soul. But she too lost it when a Hobbit who was traveling with dwarves, one who would soon be his husband. But no one knew that the ring would play a part for this family.

Charlie: Today is my birthday, dad and mom are coming too so we can have big party to celebrate me and dad.

Vaggie: That’s wonderful Charlie.

Vaggie was Charlie’s best friend who would help her take care of her home in the Shire since Lucifer and Adam spent most the time in the mountain kingdom. But now they were coming to celebrate Lucifer and Charlie. Charlie stepped outside to see her two other friends Angel and Husk walk by. Charlie saw a crowd telling her that her parents had arrived. Since she was taller than a typical hobbit, she was able to make it through the crowd. Charlie ran over to her father a hobbit named Lucifer and her mother a dwarf named Adam.

Charlie: Mom, dad, I am so happy to see you. Come, I have everything set up for you and the siblings. Since they got married, they had Charlie, then the twins Lyra and Luke, and finally they had Avery.

Adam: How has life treated you? We miss you.

Charlie: I miss you too, but I understand that you have an entire kingdom to rule.

Charlie walked with her parents and children. Charlie to spend time with her siblings so Adam and Lucifer could have alone time.

Lucifer: I miss the Shire, I love the mountain, but there is something special about my Shire.

Adam: I agree, this was also the place where we first made love.

Lucifer: Speaking of which.

They went to their room, Lucifer lay Adam on the bed as they started kissing and removing their clothes. Lucifer loved the changes to Adam’s body brought on by years of childbirth. Lucifer made love to Adam as they enjoyed their time together.

Adam and Lucifer tried not to take too much time making love to each other, they were supposed to be there for their daughter.

Lucifer: I love you so much.

Adam: I love you too darling.

They quickly fixed themselves and went back out to where everyone was.

Adam: Happy birthday honey.

Charlie: Thank you mama.

Vaggie brought out a cake for Charlie and also for Lucifer. It was three layers and looked delicious.

Vaggie: Blow out the candles and make a wish.

Charlie thought for a moment and blew out her candles.

Lucifer: What did you wish for?

Charlie: If I told it won't come true.

#hazbin hotel #adam #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #guitarduck

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lambourngb · 4 years ago

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Why can’t I change

The irony is, you inspired this story. You posted a ficlet about Michael and Max going out to distract themselves from the pain of being separated from their soulmates... and this hit me hard:

Max is drinking too much tonight. This is a good bar – Michael’s actually been in here before. Twice. Both times over the last few months, since Alex and Forrest… yeah. He’s left with guys, both times. He’s… he’s trying to figure some stuff out, with himself. What he likes. What he wants, outside of Alex. Um, and hopefully, eventually, with Alex. It’s been… fine. Fun. Light. Uncomplicated. Pretty much everything the rest of his life isn’t right now.

So I started writing a fic where Michael is exploring things about himself, dating and figuring out what he wants, while he lingers in that “hopefully eventually” feeling in place. Of course, dating is hell, and especially it’s hell when there is so much about Michael that is hard to explain to someone- not just the alien parts, but his genius IQ, his “adopted” siblings, his past in social services, no parents, etc. Then the awkwardness of how he can’t stop from watching Alex whenever their paths cross.

SNIPPET :

It started innocently enough like most of Michael’s life-ruining decisions, during a beer break from his newly re-established lab bunker.

“Alright, worst date you’ve ever been on, and go!” Charlie started, taking a long pull of her IPA, before sending a look over to Michael. “You win on the most embarrassing sibling, Guerin, someone needs to teach your sister to knock, but I bet I have you beat on bad dates.”

So five minutes after she had decided to stay in Roswell, Charlie Cameron had ended up tracking down Michael at Sanders, and opened the conversation unceremoniously with, “So aliens are real and I’m guessing you’re one. Consider me the newest member of your Scooby Gang and tell me everything.” He had dropped a heavy wrench on his boot, pain stealing his voice for a moment. Perhaps there was a man out there that was able to resist the no-nonsense stare of a Cameron woman, but that wasn’t Michael, or even Max for that matter.

And that was that, one more person in on the second biggest secret Michael held (he was still in love with Alex being number one). It came with it’s own valuable reveals, finding out from Charlie that although Helena Ortecho had covered her tracks with the group as a red herring for Flint’s sake, Deep Sky was a very real paramilitary group and they were the source of the depowering serum that Helena had used on Michael to keep him compliant.

So ten minutes after catching her up on all things ridiculous and real in Roswell, New Mexico, Charlie had raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him and drawled lazily, “Any plans to combat that drug, or are you just going to hope that the next time it’s another benign manipulator? Because the way I see it, I’m a genius biochemist, and you’re a genius period, maybe we can do better than blind hope?”

Whether it was hubris at play to see if it was even possible, or a renewed determination to just fuck up whatever military sponsored plot that was in play, Charlie Cameron signed on to research an antidote to the depowering serum and in the process had become Michael’s newest, and surprisingly easiest, friend to have.

It was strange but Michael was starting to number his friends beyond just Max, Isobel and the currently absent Liz Ortecho. He could begrudgingly add Kyle Valenti to the list, now that Max had come clean with everyone over his heart condition. Although it was exceedingly awkward at times in the wake of their breakup, Maria was trying for friendship with him and it probably said something about them that they fell into that rhythm much easier than he had with Alex.

On paper he could consider Alex his friend. They shared beers together at neutral locations, there was always a conversation to linger over with coffee, and finally, Michael was the person Alex called now, every time he was scheduled to go out of town for work. That was less friendship, and more of a coping mechanism for them both after his abduction by Jesse then Helena.

It meant that Charlie Cameron had won the contest of easiest friend probably by default, but that didn’t make being the target of her knife-sharp sense of humor any easier to deflect when she smelled blood in the water. Thinking about his past, he knew that any conversation about dating was sure to leave him bleeding out.

Michael eyed the open hatch of the bunker lab, wondering if the spanse of time they had spent in the open air was enough for Charlie to nip this conversation to a close and return to the task of experimentation. Long periods of time in solitary confinement in a military prison had left her with a dislike of closed spaces, and it didn’t matter what sort of faux-Restoration Hardware light fixture he hung from the ceiling of his bunker; the walls would start closing in on her after two hours or so of work.

“You win this round, okay?”

“Come on, no bowing out. I told you about the ‘bring your child to work day’ my father suffered through with his conservative asshat co-workers, you can tell me about your worst date.”

“I haven’t dated enough to have a bad one, okay?” Michael admitted, looking away. There was no way he was going to talk about the drive in charity benefit with Alex, when he couldn’t be legitimately sure that it was even a date. Did sharing a six-pack on his tailgate even count? The way that night had ended was better off forgotten. Then there was Maria, where drinks at her bar had started as the natural postscript to an evening together. Did that count? He remembered bargaining with debts to arrange a dinner with Chinese food, that had been postponed almost indefinitely after her visions took center stage.

“Bullshit! Almost the second thing my sister told me about you was to be careful I didn’t end up in your bed.”

Michael ducked his head with an acknowledged wince. Well, Jenna Cameron did have a front-row seat during most of his questionable decisions regarding women and his poor restraint when it came to a certain brand of asshole at the Wild Pony. When he ran across men who reminded him of Foster Dad #5 who thought respect could be beaten into Michael, or men who were like Foster Dad 3 who kept his wife nervously popping pills for her nerves and caked in pancake makeup most Sunday mornings. Some people just needed punching. Michael was always happy to be the one doing it if someone gave him reason to and drunk assholes often did.

He tipped the bottle back to drain the last swallow of nearly flat beer to buy some time as he thought about what to say next. There was little hope of escape, Charlie had the mind of a scientist, sharp and inquisitive and ready to press for more answers. “I’m no virgin, that’s for sure. But that was mainly sex.” He shrugged, dropping the empty into his trash barrel. “From all the movies Izzy makes me watch with her, I gather going on a date is something of a higher tier than a one-off in my truck after last call.”

“What about with Mr. Complicated?” Charlie’s smile was closer to a smirk. Michael revised his assessment of her, from scientist to sadist.

“More than a one-off in my truck,” Michael agreed quietly. “Everything else was why it was complicated. And no, I don’t really want to talk about it, just to say, I have no stories about lost entrées at dinner or suddenly being a part of someone’s wedding reception with him.”

Instead of pressing the knife deeper into him with more questions about Alex, Charlie backed off with a mixed expression. Shit that was pity on her face, wasn’t it? God, it really was a sad story, his relationship with Alex and his life currently, Michael thought. Charlie, who had spent time in the last couple of years in a military prison and was actively evading a paramilitary group interested in her research, actually pitied his life.

“You’re trying to tell me you’re thirty years old, and you don’t have a single dating story to share?” She shook her head giving a sarcastic *bzzz* sound with her lips. “I don’t buy it. What about the hot bartender you were with last year?”

“You ever try to date someone who works in a bar? Her work hours were prime recreational hours. Who wants to go see a movie after last call and closing the till? You especially don’t want to go to another bar during off hours.” Michael pointed out. “Anyway, we kept it low-key. I cooked. Or we had drinks at the Pony. I dunno, life kept getting in the way of anything more.”

“That’s just sad.”

Michael placed his hand against his chest, “Ouch, don’t hold back!”

Charlie straightened up from where she was sitting, on the steps of the old school bus to get to her feet. “Okay you’ve basically described two relationships with feelings, but I’m talking about something different. You swipe right on someone, trade messages, ghost them when they are creepy, you’ve never done any of that? No one has ever slipped their number to you when you’ve gone out with friends?”

“I just told you, those were just one-offs in my truck.”

“Oh my god, give me your phone, we’re downloading some apps.”

#aewriting #michael guerin alien grief cactus #michael joins the dating world #online dating teaches you a lot #wip meme

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years ago

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Field of Poppies Part 24

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 24: Tommy and the others try to settle in, but there’s unrest.

Seeing Tommy sitting at the table during breakfast the next morning made Amelia’s heart skip a beat. Especially since he was sitting between Max and Annie. Both were chattering on about things they could do together now that he was home.

“You can come down to see me ride. Uncle Charlie says that I’m as good as a horse rider as you were when you were my age!” Max said proudly.

“That right?” Tommy chuckled.

“Mummy says I’m too little to ride.” Annie pouted.

“Oh, nonsense. No Shelby is too little to ride.” He shook his head.

“I heard that.” Amelia glanced over her shoulder as she finished cleaning up the kitchen after making them breakfast.

The three at the table shared a smile. “Well, we’ll go down to the Yard this weekend,” Tommy promised.

“Okay!” Max looked thrilled.

“But for now, you two are going to go over to see your Auntie Martha and Uncle John after breakfast,” Amelia said. “Daddy and I are going to go to church.”

“Church is boring,” Max mumbled, not about to ask to go with them. But he seemed uneasy to know that Tommy would be away from him even if just down the street.

“Then will daddy come back?” Annie asked.

“Of course,” Tommy answered. “We’re going to come back to make lunch then we’ll go to the park.”

“So, go wash up,” Amelia said once Annie cleared her plate. “Get teddy if you want to bring him to your aunt’s.”

“Okay!” Annie popped up from the table and rushed upstairs. Max picked at the rest of his food.

“What’s wrong, love?” Amelia stroked his hair back.

“Just thinking ‘bout something.”

“What are you thinking about?” Tommy wondered.

“We went to London when you were gone,” Max said. “Annie was little. Really little.”

“Oh yeah? That must’ve been fun. Where did you go?”

“To the park.”

“That’s right.” Amelia nodded. She was surprised that he remembered that day. But she supposed it was a big change from being in Small Heath all the time.

“There was a lady there that mummy was mad at.”

Tommy looked up to his wife who frowned. “Oh…” He figured it was something she didn’t want to talk about in front of their son. “Well, are you done?” He pointed to the plate in front of Max.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Okay, go get ready to go over to your aunt’s.” Amelia cleared the table.

After Max was heading upstairs, Tommy glanced over to her at the sink. “What happened?”

“When we went to Hyde Park, we ran into my mother.” She admitted quietly. “It wasn’t pretty.”

After all they’d gone through, Tommy hadn’t given much thought to Amelia’s family or past in London. They had done enough harm to her that he was willing to write them off. He didn’t want them to hurt her anymore and that meant keeping even their names out of their lives.

“Did you talk to her?”

“Of course, I-I didn’t know what else to do.” She sighed. “She tried to claim Annie and Max as her grandchildren and she threatened to tell…” Even after all those years she couldn’t speak his name. The man who had assaulted her. The man her parents chose to believe over her.

Tommy’s eyes froze over. He looked calm on the outside, but Amelia knew him well enough to see a storm was brewing in him. It began to spill over when he finally spoke. “If that man ever comes near Max-”

“I know.” She walked over to him and sat beside him in Max’s empty chair. She gently took his face in her hands, still in disbelief that she could hold him again. “I’m just glad you’re home. I feel much safer.”

“It puts me at ease too.” He agreed, his anger simmering down beneath her touch. “Felt helpless over there knowing something could happen to you and I couldn’t be there to stop it.”

“Let’s just enjoy our time together again.” She suggested gently. They could get hung up on the past years but what mattered was they were back together.

~~~~~~~~~`

After attending church service with Amelia and Polly, Tommy returned to the betting shop. He promised Amelia that he wouldn’t work, he would just step in for a bit while she made lunch. Arthur was already back in one of the offices while John was back at the blackboard jotting down odds. It was almost as if they hadn’t left at all.

“How’d Polly leave it then?” Tommy asked as he stepped into the office.

“How’d you think? She’s smarter than any of us. You can look over the books but don’t think any one of the girls made a mistake. The money kept coming in too, steady income.” Arthur replied.

“I didn’t have any doubts.”

Arthur studied his brother. “So, how are you feeling back home?”

“What else would I be but happy?” Tommy replied without any joy in his voice. “Out of the trenches and back home with me wife and kids.”

“Yeah, but Tom…” Arthur was cut off. Someone came running into the shop, the door slamming into the door on their way in.

Tommy was still very much in soldier mode and went into action, reaching for his gun and running toward the chaos. But all he found in the shop was Rosie Owens. She was sobbing and clutching a shawl around her shoulders.

“Tommy, please, you have to come quick. It’s Danny.”

He frowned. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He walked over to her, releasing his hold on his gun.

“He’s gone mad. He’s wrecked the home, won’t stop shouting.” She hiccupped in between words. “I can’t calm him down, s’like I’m not even there. He just keeps shouting about nonsense.”

“Alright, Arthur and I will take care of it. Stay here, Mel’s in the kitchen with the kids.” Tommy looked back to gesture to his brother to follow him.

~~~~~~~~~

It took a bit to calm Rosie down. The experience with Danny had left her shaken.

“There was nothing in his eyes, Mel. He was a completely different person. That wasn’t the man I fell in love with.” She cried.

“I know.” Amelia held her friend’s hand as they sat at the kitchen table. “It’s the war, it’s not him. It’s not his fault.”

“I was so stupid to think things would be okay once he came back.” She sobbed. “I just don’t know how to help him.”

“We’ll figure it out. Maybe things will settle once everyone’s feeling back at home. They just need to put some distance between them and the war.” Amelia tried to reason even though she felt like she was just making things up as she went. “There’s still news about the war everywhere, I’m sure it’s not easy. People are still talking about it and what not.”

Rosie nodded and wiped her eyes. “Maybe you’re right.”

The door to the flat opened and Tommy came in looking a bit disheveled. Arthur came in behind him, leading Danny into the home.

“Rose…” Danny looked devastated.

“Oh, Danny.” She stood up and didn’t hesitate to embrace him. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry, love.” He held her close. “I didn’t know what happened…honest I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Amelia looked to her husband who shared a worried glance her way. They thought they were leaving the war behind when they left France. But it seemed the war wasn’t ready to release its grip on them.

~~~~~~~~~

“Arthur said Polly and the rest of you kept the books perfectly,” Tommy remarked. They were at the park eating a later lunch than they planned. Max and Annie had gobbled down their food quickly so they could run around and play nearby.

“Well, you know Pol. Once she sets her mind to something there’s nothing standing in her way.” Amelia smiled. “So, did you think about how things are going to progress?” She wondered.

He nodded. “We’re going back to the same plan I had before the war. A plan to legitimacy.” He took her hand in his. “But I don’t want you to worry about that stuff anymore.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Tom, the shop was my life for a few years. What do you think I’m supposed to do now?”

He shrugged. “You can do whatever you want. Once we get the money coming in, you’ll have anything you want.” There was still that ambition he had all those years ago when they reunited. The drive to have what the wealthy had. The horses, the cars, the property. The stability and safety. The notoriety and perks. Tommy had played the part of a warhorse. A disposable foot soldier. An underground fighter that the brass didn’t care about. He wasn’t going to play that part again. He would be the one giving orders.

Amelia lay back on the blanket, resting her head in Tommy’s lap. “What I want most is for you to be happy and for our family to be safe.”

He didn’t want to admit there were things he could never give her. His wife deserved the world in his opinion, so he would strive to give her everything her heart desired. But there were things that were almost unattainable.

“Tom?” She nudged him out of his thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, well…anything you want.” He reiterated. “It’s yours.”

~~~~~~~~~

To a Shelby man, there was no greater joy than seeing their children on a horse. Carrying on the tradition of being natural born riders, independent enough to hold the reins, and strong enough to lead their horse with purpose.

Max was thrilled to show Tommy that he could walk and trot on the little pony. It was a tiny thirteen hand thing that Charlie had gotten from one of the Strongs so that Max and the other children could learn to ride.

Amelia wouldn’t quite warm up to the idea of plopping Annie onto a horse even with Tommy leading the pot-bellied pony. So, he tacked up one of the larger horses and let Annie sit in front of him in the saddle. Despite what had happened a few days ago with Danny, Tommy felt at peace. He was finally back on a horse and what was better he could share the love for the animals with his children.

Annie was chuffed that she was sat up on the chestnut mare. She placed her hands over Tommy’s as he held the reins, feeling as if she were really the one running the show.

Amelia watched nervously from the sidelines although she was happy to see her daughter so excited. And it was such a relief that Tommy was there. He wouldn’t miss another milestone. There was no guilt or sadness behind the event. She wasn’t feeling like something was missing. Everything was whole.

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meet me in the middle... of the dance floor (Malex fic)

For Malex Week - Day 5 - prompt: Pony / smut.

Summary: Michael is entranced watching Alex dance. Thankfully one of them is brave enough to do something about it! (Also featured: Max being a good bro & Isobel being a goddess & humour.) Rated: Light M. [AO3]

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Isobel has all of them up dancing.

They’d left the table two by two, some needing no direction, others requiring more convincing than others. Liz and Rosa, Kyle and Steph, Jenna and Charlie, Alex and Gregory. Maria had joined them on her own accord after the end of the rush period, bounding onto the dance floor and letting Isobel spin her around.

Michael watches them. They’re all grooving, the lesser dancers among them moving more smoothly than he’s ever seen, as though Isobel is commanding them with her mere presence; like they’re riding her vibe. If Michael didn’t know better, he’d think Isobel had them under her alien mind-whammy influence.

It’s impossible not to notice that they all look incredibly sexy. Michael finds himself idly wanting to taste all of them -- well, except Isobel; any of his baby gravy coming her way would be in a turkey baster. Michael notices then that Max, observing the dance from behind the bar, looks like he feels the same. He’s swaying to the music too, totally distracted from the drinks he’s supposed to be serving.

Though Michael is sure he’s about to witness a hilarious scene involving spilled drinks, he feels compelled instead to look back to the group of dancers. Why are all his friends so frickin’ attractive?

Clearly the Pony’s customers have also noticed. They really do seem spellbound, by Isobel or the whole group, he doesn’t know.

Michael wonders if everyone in the room can smell rain.

It does strike him as odd how the other bar patrons watch them intently, but don’t join the dance. It’s like it’s a performance on a stage, intended for others to feast on but not partake. But Michael can’t really blame them -- it is rather intimidating how his friends seem to move as one smooth blob.

Sexy blob.

Michael gives his head a shake. Maybe he’s just projecting. And maybe it’s just Alex. Alex in the center of it all, moving like liquid, free and open. Michael has only seen him this way when playing music... or making love.

Yet there he is, on the dance floor, not shielded by an instrument or a bed sheet.

It’s blinding how bright he is.

Michael makes the mistake of catching Alex’s eye. Alex looks shy at first, as though broken from the trance. But then Alex smiles, that same damn smile he’d given Michael when Michael had seen him sing on that night months ago.

Alex nods his head at Michael, beckoning him to join, before drifting back into the fold, not waiting for Michael to answer -- for the moment, too afraid for that, instead letting the music consume him.

Michael watches Alex, not sure if it’s his imagination or Alex has turned it up a notch now. Whatever the case, he looks fucking delicious. His head thrown back, his hips moving in this way… Alex may as well be doing an alien mating dance for how Michael’s body responds, his pants quickly growing tight.

Great. Michael groans internally. He gets up and out of his seat before things can escalate further, and heads to the bar.

“Max,” Michael says to get his attention. “Max,” he repeats louder.

“Wha-- Oh. Michael,” Max says as he finally turns around.

“Something to see, huh?” Michael says, nodding towards the dance crew.

“Uh huh,” Max agrees, gaze already wandering.

Michael follows it, and sees that Greg and Charlie have now sandwiched Isobel between them, hands are everywhere, and she’s loving the attention.

Max clears his throat. “You should join them.”

“You haven’t,” Michael points out.

“I’m working. And doing a shit job of it because I’m so distracted. Our friends are like, hella sexy.”

“I noticed.”

“Go, dance. Or at least go get your man and take him home,” Max urges.

“He’s not my man,” Michael insists.

“Yet.”

“Someday…”

“Well, he’s not going to stay single for long,” Max warns. “Just look at him. I kind of want to lick him.”

“Hey!” Michael growls possessively.

“You just said he isn’t yours!” Max teases.

Michael does his best to look unamused. “He’s not property anyways. He’s--”

“Very woke of you. Now 'woke' up and make a move!” Max swats Michael with his bar towel.

Michael fends off the attack with a targeted bit of telekinesis. “I will if you will,” he challenges.

“Liz and I are actually working on it. You’re just pining. And Alex is...” Max glances over to him, “...doing some kind of alien mating dance.”

“Eyes over here!” Michael snaps at him.

Max chuckles.

Michael groans and puts his head in his hands.

“Dude, seriously,” Max says, “You both seem to be in a good place. You’ve been waiting for the right time… maybe this is the time.”

“No, it isn’t,” Michael says regretfully. “We need to talk more first. And right now I just wanna…”

“Lick him.”

Michael glares, but agrees. “Yeah. Something like that.” He looks back towards the dancers, and sees Alex making a break away. “Oh boy,” Michael exhales sharply.

Max just shakes his head, laughing until Alex arrives at the counter moments later.

“Fuck, it smells good over here,” Alex says, “Like it’s raining men, literally.”

“Hallelujah,” Max says, grinning. “Can I get you something?”

“You can get this one to dance with me,” Alex says boldly, making finger guns in Michael’s direction.

“Believe me, I tried,” Max says, winking, before making himself scarce at the other end of the counter to give them privacy.

Michael sighs, Alex is beaming at him, and he has to disappoint him.

“Look, I don’t wanna dance. I wanna kiss you. And stuff.”

“So kiss me, and stuff...” Alex says, alluring, leaning in close, before pulling back a few inches, smirking impishly, and adding, “...on the dance floor.”

Michael’s mouth opens and closes aimlessly.

“Meet me in the middle here, Michael,” Alex says softly. He takes Michael's hand and squeezes it encouragingly.

Michael gulps. “Alex… we need to talk more before we start with the… epic sex.”

Alex smiles at that, but quickly turns serious. “I know, believe me, I do. And I want to. But we’ve been stalling, I think, because we’re scared to screw it up. So maybe what we need to do is just have some fun, ease into it.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Take the pressure off,” Michael reasons, more than happy to come around to Alex’s way of thinking -- plus, he really wants to dance now, if only so he can keep holding Alex’s hand.

Alex grins. “Besides, I’m feeling good and I wanna dance and I wanna dance with a cute boy and the only boys dancing right now are my brother and Kyle. And Kyle is pretty focused on Steph. But maybe Max will dance with me,” he adds teasingly, peering around Michael to search for Max.

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” Michael laughs, jumping up from his chair so fast that he nearly knocks Alex over and they end up tangled up in each other’s arms to keep upright, giggling.

They’re wrapped in each others’ kisses before they even make it onto the dance floor.

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago

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The Insiders Chapter 18: Off to the Rodeo- Darry Curtis x Ruth Bellows

Word Count: 2.4k

July 10, 1965

“You ready?” Darry asked as he walked out to the living room, where Ruth sat already dressed and ready to go.

“Have been,” the woman retorted with a teasing grin. “I thought girls were supposed to be the ones to take forever to get ready.”

“I’m taking my sweet time,” he joked in response, slicking back the sides of his hair and grabbing his keys. “It’s gonna be a fun day.”

“I’m excited,” she agreed as she walked out. As usual, he held the doors open for her, for which she thanked him as she climbed into the truck. Darry climbed into the passenger seat and honked the horn, signaling the others to hurry up. While Ponyboy and Piper climbed into the backseat Dally, Tuesday, Soda and Charlie got into the bed of the truck. Once they were all in, Darry drove off towards the fair. As Ruth glanced out the window she sighed happily.

“Oh, I just love fairs,” she gushed.

“I’ve only been there once,” Darry admitted, making her look at him in surprise.

“Really?” The man nodded.

“Really, I went with my parents and Soda before Pony was born,” he responded with a fond smile. “Soda could barely walk.”

“Aww Dar,” Ruth cooed. “Well this is gonna be a lot of fun. I used to go every year with my parents until I graduated high school. I think it’ll be more fun with you guys, though.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting Soda be in a rodeo,” he laughed softly.

“It’ll be great, he’ll do amazing,” she responded confidently.

“Yeah, but what kind of guardian am I?”

“A good one. You’re letting him do something he wants, and he’ll be safe while doing it because he’s been practicing nonstop,” she answered with a small, reassuring smile.

“I guess,” Darry shrugged as he pulled up to the fairgrounds and parked.

“Best part is that it’s free admission since Dal and Soda are competing,” she added with a toothy grin.

“Good, those two are finally useful,” he retorted. Ruth giggled then hopped out to go check in with the rodeo team and grab their admission bracelets. By the time she got back the others were out of the truck and waiting for her to pass them out, which she did before repeating what the official she talked to told her.

“Alright guys,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Rodeo starts right at 8:00. Dally and Soda, you need to be with the other competitors by 7:00 or 7:30 to prepare. Horse riding comes first then bulls immediately after. Until then you guys are okay to do whatever you want. Got it?”

“Alright mom,” Darry joked, pushing her arm gently. The woman huffed jokingly and returned the gesture.

“Alright losers, get lost.” She watched as they all ran inside, then looked at Darry when he grabbed her hand.

“C’mon, let’s unwind and have some fun. They can handle themselves,” he said with a relaxed smile. It was a kind of smile she hadn’t seen since before his parents passed, and the mere sight made her grin herself.

“Come on then,” she giggled, leading him inside.

“I’m so happy I get to share this time with you,” Darry muttered fondly.

“I am too,” she responded in the same tone, kissing his cheek. “What would you like to do first?”

“Let’s get you a carnival prize,” he answered after a moment. “I’ll win you something.”

“Okay,” she giggled. “Pick your game.” After looking around he led her over to one of those games with a hammer and a bell.

“I’m gonna win big for you,” he bragged with a bright smile.

“Really now?” She asked amusedly, crossing her arms.

“Really,” he reaffirmed, paying the vendor and taking the hammer.

“Alright then. Go for it baby,” she cheered. Darry nodded and turned back to the game, bringing the hammer down. Ruth shouldn’t have been surprised when he maxed out the game, but she did laugh when he stepped back and posed like a Greek god.

“Don’t ever underestimate the power of Darrel Curtis!” He chanted. The woman giggled as she clapped for him.

“I stand corrected.”

“Pick whatever prize you want, I’m off the menu though,” he joked.

“Dang, I was really hoping I could have you,” she teased as she picked out a large stuffed elephant.

“Well, maybe, just for today” he said with a laugh, kissing the top of her head before leading her away. They walked in contented silence for a few minutes, just staying happy with each other’s presence as they watched the carnival goers.

“This is so nice,” Darry muttered, breaking the silence.

“It is. It’s nice to forget about your worries for one night, huh?” She agreed.

“Really is. Truly,” he nodded as he led her to sit at a bench. Ruth smiled fondly at him then kissed his cheek. The man hummed thoughtfully as he wrapped an arm around her.

“You ever think about having kids or getting married?” He asked. “Like watching your kids run around in places like this and just being- being happy?”

“A few times,” she admitted with a nod. “But I want to make sure both you and me are ready for it and that we want kids.” Her using ‘you’ instead of ‘my husband’ made Darry blush a pretty shade of red.

“Gee, I didn’t mean that soon” he muttered, a little embarrassed. “I feel like I’ve already got kids on my hands.” Despite the fact that he tried to play it off as a joke, both he and Ruth knew that at least part of him was telling the truth. The woman smiled softly and nodded.

“Well duh, I mean after that Dar. Of course I don’t want kids yet.”

“That’s good. To be honest, if you asked me twice I’d probably just say yes, and that would be a predicament,” he admitted with a laugh, earning a laugh from her as well.

“Oh my god, Dar,” she shook her head amusedly. Darry nudged her a bit.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve decided that I’m the one at least,” he teased.

“Of course I did. I only date to marry,” she retorted as if it were obvious.

“Oh, well my bad,” he chuckled. “I’ve had a few girls in my life who didn’t think the same.” Ruth shrugged.

“Well they weren’t me.”

“They weren’t. They sure weren’t.”

“I’m better?”

“Far better. Some of those girls didn’t have a brain in their head,” he answered with a shrug, making her smile.

“Yeah, sometimes those girls are just looking for a pretty face to match theirs.”

“you callin’ my face pretty?”

“Maybe” she shrugged noncommittally. Darry chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“You’re a sweetheart,” he muttered. “I think we’re perfect for one another, Ruth.” The woman couldn’t even begin to conceal her joy at his words.

“I think so too, Darry. I really do love you,” she admitted quietly. The man looked down at her with a look that she could only describe as adoration.

“I love you too,” he responded in the same tone.

“And I’m glad we found our way back to each other,” she continued before looking down embarrassedly. “You know, I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

“Oh I know,” he said, laughing. “I was just too nervous to ask out a soc. My mom bought flowers for me to give to you one time and I threw ‘em in the garbage after I saw you cause I got so nervous.”

“Aww Darry that is so sweet,” she giggled. “I don’t think it helped our relationship any, though. For the longest time I thought you didn’t like me because anytime I wanted to talk to you you’d avoid me.”

“Avoid is a strong word,” Darry defended. “I don’t know, I was pretty nervous. I had some other boys threatening me too, not that I was scared, but you were a hot commodity and I didn’t wanna screw it up. If me yelling at Tuesday and Sodapop like that didn’t get you to run I suppose nothing will.”

“Darry my family’s Italian,” she retorted in a flat tone. “It takes a lot more than a screaming match to chase me away.”

“Hopefully things are smooth sailing for a while,” the man concluded, making her nod as she took a quick glance at her watch.

“Rodeo is about to start, we should head over,” she said, standing. Darry agreed and they stood, heading towards the stadium. They ended up finding Ponyboy and Piper on the way there so they walked into the stadium with them.

“You think Soda will be okay?” The younger Curtis boy asked as they took their seats.

“Hell if I know, if he’s not I’ll kick his teeth in for making me say yes.” Once again he said it in a joking way, but both he and Ruth knew there was some truth to it. Nevertheless, the woman laughed softly.

“Way to kick a guy while he’s down,” she joked shortly before the rodeo began. It didn’t take long for her to notice the way Darry was sitting. He looked equal parts nervous and stressed. He didn’t wanna have to jump down there and carry his kid brother out. Without saying anything at first she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently in an attempt to comfort him.

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” she said gently once his attention was on her. For a moment the man just sat there, but he ultimately nodded.

“Yeah…” he trailed off slowly as his eyes met hers. “Yeah you’re right.” The couple shared a smile before facing forward again. First came the calf tying, then came the barrel racing, which was Soda’s event. And, to everyone’s surprise, he set a new record!

“And with that Sodapop Curtis ends at 12.36 seconds, making it the new record!” The announcer exclaimed. Sodapop laughed a little in disbelief as he climbed out of the pen. Ruth, meanwhile, had jumped to her feet and cheered as loud as she could along with Ponyboy. Darry stood after a moment and followed their lead, though he was much more restrained. The woman didn’t notice as she faced him with the biggest ecstatic smile on her face.

“He did it!” She yelled excitedly, grabbing his arm.

“He did it,” he repeated with a firm nod, eyes staying on his younger brother. Ruth knew what he wanted to do.

“If you wanna go to him I can save your seat,” she informed him. Darry didn’t need to be told twice before he jogged down the stairs towards Soda and Charlie, who were hugging. The woman watched them talk for a while as the rest of the rodeo’s events continued. Darry finally made his way back to her as the announcer informed the stands about Dally, who was bull riding that night.

“Well I feel a world better, and I’m pretty tired too,” he laughed as he plopped back down in his seat.

“I’m sure everyone else will be too by the time this is over,” she responded amusedly. Darry nodded in agreement, then grabbed his keys.

“C’mon, let’s go wait in the lot. Too many people here,” he said, standing up. Ruth nodded and informed Ponyboy and Piper of what they’d be doing. The younger couple nodded, saying that they’d leave when the others left, then Darry and Ruth were out of there. As they walked back to the car the woman didn’t miss the way her boyfriend kept yawning.

“Want me to drive home?” She offered. “I think I have more energy than you.”

“That’d be swell,” he nodded before laughing. “I’m about half dead.” Ruth laughed with him and patted his shoulder before hopping into the truck, him sliding into the passenger seat afterward.

“Wow, it feels odd to sit here,” he admitted amusedly. “I stopped letting Soda drive cause he kept wearing out my breaks, stopping so fast.”

“Why am I not surprised?” She asked with an amused grin.

“You shouldn’t be, that kid lives life in the fast lane.”

“Have you ever let Tuesday drive?”

“God no,” he laughed. “She’d tear up my truck too. Plus, I’m too scared to watch that kid grow up.” Ruth was simultaneously surprised and not surprised by his confession.

“Dar, honey, you’re gonna have to let them grow up at some point,” she muttered with a sympathetic look.

“Well I know,” he sighed. “It just makes me feel so… out of touch? Or I guess helpless?”

“I get it, I really do. But don’t forget you also have your own life to think about. At some point you’ll need to loosen the reign on your sibling’s lives and worry about yours.”

“I’m worried they’ll just leave. I’m surprised Soda has hung around, ‘specially with Charlie and all that- I just don’t want the house to be so empty, I don’t want them making the wrong choices…” He trailed off in thought before continuing in a much quieter tone. “I don’t wanna let my parents down.”

“You’re not gonna let your parents down, Darry,” Ruth stated without hesitation. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re doing your best with them and that’s all your parents would have wanted. But I don’t think they’d like you putting your life on hold to keep them in line. People are supposed to make mistakes sometimes, that’s how they grow.” Darry could do little more than laugh, voice slightly pained, once she finished speaking. He didn’t quite know what to say to her. Thankfully he didn’t have to say anything as the others finally reached the truck and climbed in.

“Let’s go.” The woman nodded and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for the Curtis home. A small smile slipped onto her face when she felt a familiar hand slide onto her thigh lazily, and she glanced at her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye every so often.

“I love you, Ruth,” Darry said. Despite the fact that it was barely audible it still managed to break the peaceful silence. Not that Ruth was mad about it.

“I love you too, Darry.” The man grinned.

“Why don’t we walk down to the duck pond tomorrow after work?” He asked. “I’ll set up a picnic, we can feed the ducks, it’ll be great.”

The duck pond he was referring to was sort of hidden away in a park roughly fifteen minutes from the Curtis house. According to Darry it was somewhere that their parents used to take them to when they were younger. When they passed the Curtis siblings sort of used it as a place to hide away when they wanted to remember the happy memories of their parents. Darry had shown it to her not long after her dad passed, hoping that it would bring comfort to her the way it did for him. Ruth’s smile widened as she nodded.

“I’d like that a lot,” she responded softly as she pulled into the driveway. “For now, though, let’s get to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“As the lady wishes,” Darry chuckled before hopping out of the truck. He opened the door for her and helped her out, then they both went up to bed and fell asleep content in each other’s arms.

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