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ms-kio · 3 months

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Um... No? It's Not A Quirk

Uta (Tokyo Ghoul) X My Hero Academia! 1580 Words

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Uta was miffed. And by miffed, he meant falling from the sky. Literally. Uta twisted his torso, spotting strange looking people who were looking at him. The ghoul decided to play it safe and grabbed a manhole cover, dove in, and swung it closed. There was a man with a squirrel head. The shock didn’t last long though. As he ran down the sewers, Uta heard the sounds of a struggle. The ghoul rushed to the scene, to see sentient sludge suffocating a teen. Uta immediately lunged forward, snatching the sludges' eyes and tossing them in his mouth. Yum. The sludge dropped the boy, screaming and writhing in pain. Weak. He then reached inside the sentient slimes head, pulling out its brain, taking a bite, and smashing the rest under his boot.

With the slime dead and brain remnants sticking to his footwear, Uta decided to be nice, walking up to the boy. “Cough it up greenie.” Uta said as he smacked the kids back, initiating a coughing spree. “You don't want that stuff in your lungs.” Once the greenie finished (mostly) emptying his lungs, he quickly checked his surroundings. Uta could tell the boy knew exactly what he did, if the subtle glances and fearful expression was anything to go by. The sludge was an absolute mess by now, and greenie looked and acted about as strong and confident as a mole, so Uta had nothing to worry about as he walked up to the boy. “Kudos to you, keeping your cool kiddo. Need a hand-” “I am here!” The manhole Uta emerged from suddenly blew open, launching at Uta and greenie and revealing a large, loud blonde. Thankfully, Uta was a ghoul, so he easily caught the manhole cover. “You should really be more careful, sir.” Uta chasted as he sets the cover back in its rightful place. “The boy could have gotten hurt.” “You’re—“ the man looked over the scene, “what did you do to that villain!?” Said man’s face was now clouded with rage, his eyes seeming to glow blue as he realized the situation. Uta grinned, picking brain gunk from between his teeth. “I made his innards a snack, what else?” The man threw a punch, which Uta easily caught, grabbing onto the kid with the other hand. “Something wrong?” The ghoul teased, looking over his sunglasses to reveal his scarlet eyes. “Let the boy go!” The blonde roared. Hehe, he looked positively enraged! He came in with the other fist, so Uta let go of greenie and caught it. This punch was significantly stronger, so the boy tumbled back. “Run my boy, get out of here!” Uta glanced back, and the boy wasn’t looking at the blonde, he was looking at the ghoul, and he was curious. The boy was more intuitive than the muscle brain, eh? He had a look in his eyes that said ‘I know you're not human.’ “And get yourself checked into a hospital!” Uta would find him after he got out of this mess. Greenie had run away, so all Uta had to do was lose this guy. “Ya know, I wasn’t exactly planning on getting in any fights today.” Uta commented, as if he wasn’t currently wrestling a powerhouse. He reached the strength of a mid upper-end ghoul. A-rate maybe? “Who are you!?” Was all the man asked/said. “Oh! My name is Uta. Yours?” Now that caught him off guard. Clearly Mr. FruitSmash wasn’t expecting an answer. “Buh-bai!” And that was Utas Genki Girl side coming out. He dove back into the sewers, leaping off the rubble that came from the fight. Surprisingly, blondie didn’t follow.

~ ~ ~ Izuku sat at his desk, muttering frantically as he wrote in a notebook, a black one this time. Titled: ‘Villain Quirk Analysis’. There were only a few entries in this one, including Stain (Chizome Akaguro), Overhaul (Kai Chisaki), Mr Compress (Atsuhiro Sako) -plus a few others-, and the Tattooed Man. The entry he was working on now. Izuku had taken ‘apprenticeships’ under Stain and Overhaul in exchange for information on heroes with a less than stellar track record. He hated himself for it, but Izuku couldn’t help himself. He’d always been the trash, why couldn’t he take it out for a change? “M-Mr. Izuku?” “Yes Eri?” The greenette had taken custody of the girl, in exchange for a free hero’s death warrant and some hacking services, on the condition that he send some blood over to Overhaul once a month. “Can I go see Ms. Tsu?” The girl was his babysitter and blood-drawer, they lived in the same apartment complex. The front door opened, and Izuku inhaled sharply, opening his window. “Yes, go to her. Mum got home early, grab your things quickly.” Eri understood the urgency, grabbing her bird mask as Izuku stuffed his black notebook under the floorboard in his closet. Izuku ushered his little candy apple out the window and watched as she pounded on the upstairs window, quickly being whisked into the room by a pair of familiar hands. Izuku then yanked out his study book, barely settling back in when his mother opened the door. “Oh, good job Izuku! I would have hated to see you not studying.” Inko said with a happy smile. Izuku threw a grin over his shoulder, praying the woman didn’t notice his panic. *close* *click* and that was the lock.

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All Might, or Toshinori Yagi, doubled over and reduced to his small form, seething. The man had been toying with him, and got away so easily! The hero pulled out his phone, dialing Tsukauchis phone number. The detective picked up in a single ring. “Tsukauchi, we have a problem. I’ll send you my location.” “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” It didn’t take long for the man to arrive, quickly taping off the scene and calling some reinforcements to block the route. “Toshinori, what happened over here?” The detective asked, the veteran hero, turning to his old friend. “There was another man here. Albeit it wasn’t a full power punch, he caught my fist and killed the villain. I managed to get the boy he was holding away, but I doubt that’ll be the end of him.” Tsukauchi got the memo, his face turning grave. “A villain that can catch any of your punches is a problem. I’ll send out a PSA to all the heroes in the area.” The detective pulled out a recording device. “Can you give a description?”

~ ~ ~ Uta took the metro to where his old mask shop would be, to find it in a run down district. The buildings were obviously less well kept compared to the central cities. Downtown Musutafu, home sweet home. His building was still underground, exactly as he remembered it. Plus, it looked like no one owned it. Inside, it was barren, the dust serving as a good indicator of its lack of use. However, when he opened the back door, he found it connected to a network of… Alleyways? The sky wasn’t visible from the back door, and the place reeked of blood and salt. After a moment of wandering, Uta began to hear sniffles. He followed the sound to see a blonde girl, curled up and crying. "Hey. Kiddo. You need help?"

: : : Uta couldn't figure out for the life of him why the girl- Himiko Toga- was now calling him 'Best Friend'. Here she was, draining a body dry of blood, while Uta himself was munching on an arm. “I’ll do pretty much anything if I can help other people with flesh and blood eating quirks. So all I need to do is wear a mask and spread the word?” “Mhm.” Uta confirmed through a mouthful of flesh. “I still need to refurbish my shop and get supplies, but that shouldn’t take long.”

And so began a week of cleaning and freelance work. Neither of them needed to buy food, seeing as both of them could survive off bodies. Eventually, Uta started making masks, starting with hers. It resembled a cat, yellow and black in color, with feathers extending from the cheeks. Where the roof of the cats mouth would be on her nose, the lower jaw was cut off and altered as a jaw guard, leaving her mouth available to eat with. The mask was truly exquisite, And Himiko ended up praising Uta more than needed to the people she found needing flesh and blood. In fact, on her way back to HySy, she had a group following her. Why? Because they had nowhere else to go.

Traumatized children. That's who Himiko brought him. However, Uta couldn’t say he was surprised. The thing that caught him off guard was the sheer quantity of people, they almost filled his shop. The group ranged from six year old's to teenagers, with one four year old in the mix. "Alright." Uta started, sitting in his chair as the kids sat on the floor in front of him. "First, let's lay out some ground rules." He said. "First, none of you will be able to help me out until I make you a mask, starting with the oldest. Second, no discrimination. I know not all of you have flesh quirks, and I will not tolerate bullying. There's alleys connected to the back of the shop that have functional rooms for you guys. First thing I want you to do is wash up and get some rest, we'll be cleaning that place tomorrow."

#fanfic #crossover #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #uta tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul #bnha/mha x tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x my hero academia #uta tokyo ghoul x my hero academia #mha #bnha

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imthefailedartist · 2 years

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Black Adam (2022, Collet-Serra)

What more can be said? ALL these superhero movies are the exact same. Argue wit ya mamma.

That said, this was fun. A nice mix of darkness and relief.

This movie explains almost nothing which was great for me, a person who does not care, but if you care it's rough, read the comics watch the sequel.

Spoilers below

I see my colleague get electrocuted to dust. I'm putting my weapon down and walking away. What the fuck am I supposed to do against that?!?!

This movie could've ended when he thought he hurt the little boy. Him imprisoned is the end. The devil coming back to earth is the end credit scene. The sequel starts with the seemingly having taken over Khandak. That would have cut this movie off at a good hour forty-five choice. This movie is too damn long, it didn't necessarily feel like it so that's good. For a two hour plus movie they didn't explain a lot of the who's and why's I would have liked to know a teensy bit more about the Justice Society, since it's older than the Justice League and seems to have a different mission.

Did not care for the kid as a narrator. Should have been Adrianna.

Also, I'm not getting punted in the air and punted back to the earth. You will not disrespect me like that.

I like how the city looks

Is Khandak just like an isolated desert country or city?

At some point you gotta realize regular weapons ain't working and count your losses.

Your magic is weak? Great line.

Hawkman. Do nasty things to my body.

Smasher can you focus that growth to certain areas?

I hate the lack of collar on his costume. But then that man's shoulder and neck muscles are so bulbous that he'd look like he was being choked by his own suit

DOORS MOTHERFUCKER!!! USE THEM!!! In on scene the door was open and he still bust through a wall.

The squabbling between Hawkman and Teth Adam got old fast.

What's you power?

Wind.

Cool. I grow. Best way to introduce characters and powers. Let's see more of it.

I want to see Hawkman fight Smasher. It's be funny.

Smasher's power is so satisfying to little kid me

Smasher and Cyclone are cute.

I hope Adiranna has good renters insurance.

I'm not tripping, Adrianna did have power in one scene. She blue blasted someone away from her or her son. I saw it but maybe I didn't. I guess I wait for number 2.

I was on the Khandak people's side. They've been oppressed for 20 plus years and now you show up. To do what? Help the oppressor because that's what it looks like you were trying to do.

So let me get this straight, you have a prison full of unconcious, submerged, people and you're the good guys? That shit is a human right s violation lawsuit waiting to happen.

He really shot to kill a child. That was dark. I also thought Teth Adam was about to get sliced in half by that Eternium barrier.

The bikes were cool I want more of them.

The demon did not need to be that hot.

I take it Eternium comes back in the next movie?

Teth Adam on the on the throne, you know the angle, yum.

#black adam #black adam 2022 #dc comics #dcu #dwayne johnson #sarah shahi #quintessa swindell #noah centineo #aldis hodge #jaume collet serra

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kyufiber-moved · 5 years

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REEEEEEE YOU FUCKIN JAKJFKSJDFSD FSJKDFSK

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leossmoonn · 4 years

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chemistry part nine

part eight | part ten | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh and azula

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“hey, y/n!”

you looked up, smiling immediately once seeing zuko walking towards you. you gave him a small wave, not wanting to make lots of noise in the library. zuko walked over towards you and took a seat next to you.

“hi,” you smiled. “you didn’t have to come over here and uh, you know, do an un-scheduled tutoring session.”

“no, no it’s okay. plus, this is more like a, um, study date,” zuko said, putting more stress on the last word.

your eyes went a little wide, but your smile got bigger. “right, yeah, that’s cool.”

zuko smiled with you. “yeah... so uh, what’re you working on?”

“just some good ‘ol chem,” you said.

“oh, nice. what else have you done?” he asked.

“well, i did an hour of psych. two hours of AP lit and english, like 45 mins of history- history is easy, and now i’m doing chem. after them i’m gonna do math,” you explained.

“wow, sounds like you’re set for almost everything,” zuko said.

“yeah,” you sighed. “i’ve been here for like, 5 hours. i can not wait until christmas break!” you exclaimed.

“me, neither. so, what are you working on for chem?” zuko asked.

“just reviewing. i actually understand all this stuff, thanks to you,” you chuckled.

“it’s not a problem. i’m glad you understand more. makes me look like a good teacher,” zuko said.

“trust me, you are,” you chuckled.

“i brought some stuff for me to work on, too. i have this essay outline to do,” zuko said, pulling out his laptop. “oh, and i brought snacks.”

your eyes widened and you turned to him. “snacks? oh, my god. you are THE BEST. ugh, i love you.”

zuko went silent immediately. you looked at him with confusion, but soon realized that what you said was what made him quiet. you both started blushing profusely, avoiding eye contact with each other. you even went as far as to scoot your chair away from him a little.

zuko had to bite back a smile after repeating your words in his head. he went to get the couple bags of chips and candy bars he brought and putting them onto the table.

you both reached for a bag of Lays, both of you pulling your hands away.

“sorry, go ahead,” you mumbled, grabbing a Snickers bar.

“oh, are you sure?” zuko asked.

“yeah,” you nodded, not wanting to look at him, knowing your face would just end up more red than it already was.

“alright,” he said.

you hummed, getting back to studying. you two studied in silence for about an hour before you let out a long, distressed sigh.

“what’s wrong?” zuko asked.

“i’m just really tired and hungry for real food. god, it’s already like, 6,” you groaned, putting your hand in your hair, pulling slightly.

“are you good at math?” zuko asked.

you looked at him for the first time since he got here. you had actually missed looking at him. he was so easy on the eyes.

“yeah, actually. why?” you asked.

“well, why don’t we get dinner and go back to your place. you can rest for the day, then start back up tomorrow.” zuko suggested.

you smiled and nodded, “yes! oh, that is a great idea!”

“great!” zuko smiled. “where do you want to go?”

“um well, i don’t want fast food. maybe like, the middle ring?” you asked.

“yeah, that sounds good,” zuko said.

“awesome! well uh, i kind of walked here, so do you mind if you drive us?” you asked.

“no problem,” zuko said.

“great, thanks,” you said. you both packed your stuff, going out of the library and to zuko’s car. you set your things in the backseat, going to the passenger’s. you sat down, buckling yourself in.

“so, you walked here?” zuko asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

“yeah. i like to go on walks in the mornings, when i can. the library is about a mile away from my apartment, so i take advantage of it a lot,” you answered.

“nice. sounds fun. i like working out, too,” zuko said.

“it is. i like the fresh air, especially with the crisp air that the morning brings. i wouldn’t call it working out, though,” you shrugged.

“what would you call it then?” zuko looked at you, brows raised.

“um... a relaxing time alone?” you giggled. “i guess it is working out.”

zuko smiled at your laugh, the sound making his heart flutter.

“so, you said you like working out, too. what do you do?” you asked. your eyes couldn’t help but travel from his face to his bicep. he had a fair amount of muscle there, which led you to believe he worked out a lot, and to that he also probably had abs. it gave you butterflies just by thinking about it.

“uh, i go to the gym. run, lift weights, all that good stuff. i did track and basketball in high school, so i try to keep up the work and stuff,” zuko said.

“wow, you’re a real athlete, huh?’ you teased.

“kind of, i guess,” zuko blushed.

you smiled shyly as you notice zuko’s cheeks glowing pink. he parked the car and you two got out of the car.

“table for two please,” zuko said to the waiter who came up to you after you entered the restaurant.

the waiter nodded, leading you to your seats. you sat down, grabbing a menu that was on the table.

“do you guys want to get started with drinks?” the waiter asked.

“sure. i’ll take some tea, please,” you ordered.

“alright. and for you, sir?”

“i’ll take some tea, too,” zuko said. “alright, i’ll be back with your drinks,” the waiter said and walked off.

“what are you thinking of getting?” zuko asked.

“um, i was thinking some bean-curd puffs for an appetizer that we could share, and some dao bao dumplings and, oh! some egg custard tarts. ugh, they are so good!” you exclaimed. (a/n - no but fr egg custard tarts are *chef’s kiss* a delight)

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “i love egg custard tarts, too.”

“you have the best taste. so, what are you getting?” you asked.

“um, i want some of noodle soup and unfried dough,” zuko said.

“hm, yum. do you want to share the bean-curd puffs?” you asked.

“yeah, sure,” zuko nodded.

your waiter came back, setting your tea down.

“do you guys know what you want?” he asked.

“yep,” zuko nodded. “i’ll take the noodle soup and unfried dough, please.”

the waiter nodded and looked to you. “and for the pretty lady.”

zuko’s eyes widened as the waiter took your order. you didn’t notice, but zuko was glaring at the waiter, clenching his jaw. he didn’t like the thought of other guys calling you pretty.

“alright, well, i’ll get your food out soon,” the waiter smiled at you.

you smiled back and the waiter walked away. zuko glared at the waiter’s retreating figure. you did notice this time, smiling a little.

“zuko?”

your voice made zuko look away from the waiter, and to you.

“yeah?”

“why were you glaring at the waiter?” you asked.

“oh. no reason,” zuko shrugged, looking down at his tea.

you smiled, “you sure? you looked a little, uh, jealous.” you sipped your tea.

“i’m not jealous,” zuko muttered.

“you sure?” you giggled.

zuko looked at you, the tips of his ears going pink. “i... yeah, maybe i’m a little jealous,” he admitted. he sipped his tea to try and hide his embarrassment.

“why?” you genuinely asked.

“oh um... he called you pretty,” zuko shrugged.

you smirked. “what do you mean? other guys can’t call me pretty?”

zuko’s eyes widened. “no! i, uh... well-”

“i’m kidding, zuko,” you chuckled.

“oh,” zuko laughed a little. “well um, yes you are pretty, but...”

your eyes widened a little. you were taken quite aback. you opened your mouth to say something, but your throat went dry and your mind went blank.

“what?” zuko asked. now it was his turn to tease.

you swallowed hard, taking a sip of your tea. “i just um... you think i am?” you looked right at him, with big, innocent eyes.

zuko looked back into your eyes, nodding slowly. “yeah, i do.”

your lips upturned into a smile quickly, grinning from ear-to-ear. you looked down shyly at the table, your eyes flicking up to zuko’s.

zuko could’t help but admire you as you looked up at him through your lashes. you really were pretty. he thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, actually.

“thank you,” you said, shifting in your seat.

“you’re welcome,” he said, giving you a big smile.

the waiter came back with a huge tray of food.

you did a little happy dance and clapped a little. zuko chuckled at your response, thinking it was cute.

“enjoy your food. make sure to check your napkin,” the waiter winked at you.

you furrowed your brows, lifting up the napkin that the waiter gave you. your eyes widened and you awkwardly chuckled.

it read: My name is Hao. Here’s my number: ***-***-****

“i have a boyfriend,” you said, handing hao the napkin.

“oh, who?” hao asked.

you put your hand on zuko’s, who was gripping the table hard. you could see his knuckles turning white. you hoped your touch would relax him.

“this is my boyfriend, zuko,” you smiled.

zuko’s hand relaxed instantly at your touch, to you delight, but also your words. he looked at you, slightly confused. you looked at him, silently begging him to play along. zuko got the hint and interlocked your fingers, smiling at hao.

“yeah, i am. i’d appreciate it if you didn’t hit on my girlfriend,” zuko said sternly, smiling politely at hao.

your heart fluttered as he called you his girlfriend. even though this was just for right now, you hoped that your relationship would eventually take a romantic turn.

hao looked between you and zuko, taking the napkin from your hands. “sorry. enjoy your food.”

“thanks,” you smiled. once hao left, you turned to zuko, smiling.

“thank you,” you said to zuko.

“of course. that was smart.saying we were dating,” zuko said.

“i know, i’m a fast-thinker,” you chuckled.

your eyes wandered to your hands, which were still interlocked. you pulled your hand away, but zuko grabbed your hand and pulled it back gently.

your eyes snapped up to his, asking for an answer.

“i just um... your hands fit with mine nicely,” zuko caught awkwardly.

you grinned, “yeah, i agree.”

you two ate in silence, your hands staying interlocked the whole time. a different waiter gave you your bill, to which you pulled back your hand, taking out your wallet.

“here, oh-” zuko cut himself off, seeing you with your credit card out, him doing the same.

“oh, um. split the bill?” you asked.

“no, no, let me pay. i was the one who suggested going out,” zuko said.

“i... no i insist. it was a lot of food, let me pay, too,” you said.

“no, i insist,” zuko said.

you looked at him, smiling and putting away your card. “alright. well, next time we go out, i’ll pay.”

zuko nodded and smiled, “deal.” he handed the waiter his credit card. the waiter scanned his card and had him sign the bill, then you two were good to go.

you two left and went to his car. you checked the time. it was 8:30.

“do you um... do you want to go to my place and hang out a little? or are you tired?” you asked.

“i can hang out. if you want me too,” zuko said.

you smiled, “yeah, sure. we can watch a movie or something.”

zuko nodded, “alright. let’s go to your place, then.”

“great,” you said.

as zuko drove you to your apartment, you put your hand on his, which was resting on the gear gift. zuko smiled widely, liking how close you to have become. zuko arrived at your apartment. you two went inside, both stunned to see the rest of your friends.

“hey, guys,” you said shyly.

they all looked up at you two with big smiles.

“so, are you two dating yet?” sokka asked.

your eyes widened. “sokka, shut up!”

“why don’t we give them some alone time, alright?” suki asked, standing up from the couch.

“yeah, good idea,” katara smiled.

katara and suki led their boyfriends to their rooms, leaving the living room to you and zuko.

“um,” you laughed nervously. “make yourself at home.”

zuko nodded and took off his shoes. he went on the love seat that suki and sokka usually sat on. you went over and grabbed the remote, then sitting next to zuko.

“what’re you in the mood for?” you asked, turning on the tv.

“um, anything,” zuko shrugged.

“alright. wanna watch Dumbo?” you asked. “sure,” zuko smiled.

“can you get a blanket? i’m cold,” you said. zuko nodded, reaching over to the big couch and grabbing a blanket. he draped it over you two, cuddling up with you.

you started the movie, putting your head on his shoulder and pressing yourself more against him. zuko silently put him arm around you, settling his hand on your thigh. your heart raced and your body started to get warm and sweat. you’d never been this close to him, but you couldn’t deny, you loved the close contact.

halfway into the movie, you two had managed to fall asleep. you both were positioned to where you were basically in his lap, curled against his chest, and zuko had his arms around you, holding you close and his head resting on yours.

luckily, katara and aang went outside her room to get some food, when they both noticed you. katara and aang squealed quietly. aang took out his phone quickly, taking a picture, while katara took out her phone and went onto twitter.

note - hehe i love to get you guys waiting :) hope you guys read and enjoy this as new parts are added! if you wanna be on the taglist, message me and/or reply to this post :))

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Beefy bodybuilder Bucky or beefy librarian Bucky? :P

OH MY.

HELLO DEAR ANON! I mean is there a wrong answer here....NO WAY butttttt let's see..

Bodybuilder Bucky would be scrumptuous in pretty much every way...shirtless, sweaty, bulging muscles and just YUM. He would also have a lot of energy so you know we need to help out with that

Librarian Bucky IS LIKE A DREAM. He wears glasses and his hair in a bun, has the softest shirts but underneath them he's super beefy and delish. He loves to read of course and will sit in the bookshop/library and smell all the books and read during rainstorms and everything will be perfect and romantic and I LOVE IT!

I think I would go with librarian Bucky here just because Bucky plus books is everything! Thank you so much my lovely! Hope your day has been great! HUGS! ❤🥰❤

#bucky barnes

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simonsrosebud · 4 years

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FLUFF 34

kevin doesn’t bring a date to the fall banquet, aka dalton. he explains his reasoning, that the foxes are a bunch of psychopath assholes and he’s just not ready to introduce him yet. not on that level, especially with the banquet being an overnight one since it’s too far to drive there and back.

dalton is sitting on kevin’s bed as he packs a small overnight bag. his suit is dry cleaned and hanging on the door.

kevin takes his hoodie and shirt off. dalton stares at his back muscles. “yum.”

“what?” kevin turns.

“double yum.” dalton smiles, and laughs when kevin’s confusion turns to a deep blush in his face. “you’re just hot, is all.”

kevin pulls a sweater over his head. it’s too big on him, and doesn’t quite go with his sweatpants, but he’s just going on an airplane. so dalton doesn’t point it out.

and then kevin comes and lays with his back to the wall and a leg thrown over dalton’s, and

wait

“why are you wearing my sweater? this thing is so old.”

kevin has his hands up by his face, hidden in the cuffs of the sweater. he drops his head onto his pillow. “cause it smells like you.”

and oh, dalton like… definitely is in love with this man.

in the airport, kevin is leaning against the wall and with the team when allison says. “jesus, kevin, goodwill called and they want their sweater back. where did you even get that thing?”

kevin frowns. it’s worn in, sure, and there’s a little hole in the cuff that he likes to stick his thumb through sometimes, but it’s not that bad.

but maybe that’s why dalton doesn’t really wear it. or even notice that kevin had swiped it.

“i’ve had it,” he says.

“yeah, no, i’ve been through your closet before, that thing is new and i’m not letting you wear it again- look at the hole!”

kevin crosses his arms and tucks his hands under his armpits. “shut up, i don’t care.”

and later that night, when kevin is alone in the room- which by the way, he got stuck sharing with allison, he talks to dalton on the phone. the rest of the group are changing and retreating to matt and dan’s room to drink and have fun, but kevin doesn’t want to join.

dalton is telling him about how he’s frustrated with the fox football game that night, that they’ve literally never played worse i don’t even know why we have a team, when allison walks in.

kevin tries to ignore her and schools his smile back to a neutral expression.

tries.

allison’s not an idiot. plus, the team has been making bets on kevin seeing someone lately, and another one on who it is.

she kicks her heels off, raises a brow at kevin, and picks up the sweater from his bed. “this? is going in the chute at the end of the hall.”

and when she starts to walk backwards, kevin shoots off the bed. “no,” he grunts and reaches for it. she zips around him instead. “give it, allison.”

dalton pauses at the interruption.

“why, huh?” she holds it with her two fingers like it’s trash. “it’s old, and ugly, and makes you look like a bum. pair it with a parka jeans and boots in the winter then that’s different, but i’ve seen what you wear in the winter and this would not go with it.”

kevin nearly chases her around the room. she stands jumps from kevin’s bed to hers and turns to face him on his.

and he notices that she’s now holding his phone.

how the fuck?

the sweater is at her feet. she holds the phone to her ear. “hello, who is this?”

“i could ask the same thing?”

allison almost looks startled. “oh! oh, you’re the friend kevin is always hanging out with.”

dalton knows kevin hasn’t told them, so the term friend doesn’t faze him. “that would be me.”

allison glances at the discarded sweater. “then i’m assuming that old sweater he wears is yours?”

“don’t judge.”

“oh i’m not, now that i know what kevin likes it so much.” and when she goes to say more kevin buts back in.

“enough, allison!” he hops over to her bed and she lets him snatch the phone. kevin hangs up. he’ll call back later.

she jumps down. “you know... i... i used to wear seth’s clothes when we’d be away from each other,” she says. “i take it this is the same situation?”

kevin glares. “i’m not answering that.”

“you just kind of did.” kevin turns away and sits on his bed when she starts to slide her dress off and change.

when she’s done, she turns his head and bends to his level. it’s a sight. full face of makeup with a ponytail and the biggest hoodie she owns.

“i’m a bitch, and i like to gossip. this? this is not gossip. i won’t tell.”

she leaves before giving him a chance to respond.

kevin calls dalton back. “hey.”

“seems like my sweater is really stirring up drama, huh?”

kevin rolls his eyes. “you’re an idiot.”

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farzanatrading · 3 years

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Fruits in uae

6 Fruits You Should Be Eating

Do eat: Pineapple

If you're looking for a tropical fruit packed with excellent health benefits, look no further than the pineapple, rich in vitamin C and manganese. The best reason to eat pineapple, however, is an enzyme called bromelain, which you can only get by eating this tasty fruit.

Bromelain helps you absorb antibiotics, stops diarrhea, and may even fight diabetes, heart disease and cancer, according to a study by Biotechnology Research International. It also shortens the healing time after surgery, and is used for treating inflammation and sports injuries.

If you're looking for ways to incorporate more pineapple into your diet, try putting it on your pizza, cutting up a pineapple and eating it as a snack, or adding it to your smoothies. You can also put in on your oatmeal, add it to beef tacos, or chop it up into some salsa.

Do eat: Blueberries

All berries have incredible health benefits, but blueberries take it to another level. One cup of blueberries contains 4 grams of fiber and only 15 grams of carbohydrates. In that cup, you'll also get 24 percent of your daily recommended vitamin C and 36 percent of the recommended dose of vitamin K. Due to their high fiber content, they'll fill you up without adding much to your caloric intake.

Blueberries have more antioxidants than most other fruit or vegetables, so grab a handful if you want to stay young longer. Antioxidants may reduce the effects of aging by counteracting damage to your DNA.

Do eat: Watermelon

There's a good reason you can find watermelon at most barbecues — not only is it delicious, but it also helps you stay hydrated, as it's 92 percent water. Watermelon boasts numerous other health benefits, including lowering blood pressure and helping with muscle soreness. Watermelon contains a wide variety of nutrients, including vitamin C, potassium, copper, vitamin A, and vitamin B5.

Watermelon's claim to fame, however, is the high level of citrulline you can find in the white part of the watermelon rind. In your body, citrulline turns into the amino acid arginine, which helps many of your internal organs, including your lungs and reproductive system.

If you're looking to eat more watermelon, try tossing it with feta cheese, making gazpacho, or layering it with mozzarella for a sweet caprese salad. Yum!

Do eat: Apples

Apples are cheap, readily available, delicious, and healthy. They may be good for weight loss, as they contain a high percentage of water and are also high in fiber (there are 4 grams in a medium sized apple), so they fill you up without filling you with calories. One study found that subjects who had apple slices before a meal ate an average of 200 less calories during the meal.

Apples peels and flesh also contain polyphenols, a type of antioxidants that have been shown to reduce the risk of strokes and heart disease. There are five times more polyphenols in apple skin than in the rest of the apple, so don't throw that part out!

Do eat: Grapefruit

You'll be surprised to learn how many nutrients are packed into grapefruit. Just half of a grapefruit contains 64 percent of your daily recommended vitamin C, as well as small amounts of protein, vitamin A, manganese, thiamine, folate, and magnesium.

Grapefruit also contains a large variety of antioxidants. One of these is lycopene, which has been shown to reduce the risk of cancer in a number of studies. Grapefruit contains flavonenes as well, which have anti-inflammatory properties.

Grapefruits are acidic and sour, so the idea of eating them raw may not appeal to you. In that case, try sprinkling them with mint leaves, honey, and a bit of salt.

Do eat: Avocado

As if you needed another reason to love avocados, let's take a look at some of the reasons you should be super excited about them. According to one study, an avocado not only contains high amounts of vitamin E, potassium, and iron, but they're also high in fat.

There's more, too. The potassium in avocados helps manage blood pressure and fight fatigue, and they're also high in omega-3 fatty acids, which help you reduce the risk of heart disease. There's vitamins B6, C, and D, too, which your immune system needs to keep you healthy. Some of the types of fat in avocados have even been shown to help protect against certain types of cancers.

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Trading in Dignity

It was shocking how quickly it all came to an end. It started in the 2020s and within a decade, after the third global pandemic, they were faced with the worst yet. All the science deniers, those who refused to distance, wear masks and all of that ... well, most of them caught it. Some of them caught it without showing a single symptom. That didn’t matter because approximately eight months after you were infected, after you thought you were all well again, your lungs started to bleed. Nothing could make it stop. You drowned in your own bed, at night, sometimes in mere minutes. Most of the time, you just went to sleep and never woke again. It was grim.

The survivors were rare and the disease progressed so quickly, institutions fell almost overnight. Whole cities became ghost towns. Survivor teams started sweeping, looking for children, infants, pets trapped in houses and then supplies. Survivors came first. There were a lot of supplies. Not that many people.

She was rare and she knew it. Immune. How? No idea. Luck? Genetics? It didn’t matter at the end of the day. The world grieved and cities were abandoned for smaller communities. It wasn’t like in the horror movies or post-apocalypse fiction. No one ate people, bought and sold people, or any of that ridiculousness. For the most part people tried to help one another. Older people banded together to raise the children who survived. With the population reduced in the span of a decade to less than a third, it became very clear that every single human was a necessary addition. Funny how prejudice and differences in sexuality mattered a whole lot less when the end of the human race was at stake. All that shit became real irrelevant real fast.

In a spate of particularly weird coincidence, some communities lost more of a certain type of people. The east coast of North America for example had nearly no men left. It was startling, You could travel for days, scout many towns and communities and find less than a dozen males. West of the Rocky mountains however, the opposite was true. The average was 1 self-identified female to 20 self-identified males (like people were checking - get real). Some communities the ratio was more like 100 to 1. In the mid-west, prairie region, well there was almost no people left there at all. No one knew why they were so hard hit but the coasts survived. Perhaps it was just population distribution. Scientists would be studying it long after she was dead.

So, in a world where you lived with almost 100 men in your community and the number of single women could be counted on one hand, and you wouldn’t need every finger? Yeah. This was fantastic.

Again, it wasn’t like the books though. She wasn’t chained, or bound or really mistreated in any way. Nope. None of that.

She was a strong survivor. She had a thriving garden and a number of animals of her own. Her house was cute as hell and in really good shape. Her grandmother had taught her to sew and the rest she learned from books. The little town was powered by a local dam that kept the predatory animals such as the dog packs, at bay with electrified fencing in key areas, including around her goats whom the wolves thought looked super yum yum.

But even she needed supplies. I mean, was she going with a raiding party into a city to get tampons and advil? Ummm ... no obviously. That was terrible. That’s how people died! Those places were not safe. It took rigging and expertise she did not have to be on a scavenger team. Plus do you think they would be cool having one of the few women in town go out with them? You’re dreaming if you think that’s gonna happen buddy and no one went without a team. That was a fucking death wish.

So, she had to shop. She had to trade. Fact of life. They didn’t want her tasty preserves or baking. Nope. That they could do for themselves. She traded the one thing that few had around her - her pussy. Fucked up right?

Prostitution was the oldest game in the book for a reason it turned out. So she went into the store and put in her order for supplies that she needed. Flour, tampons, books for example. There was a tally and a calculation conducted. She was a modest girl. It rarely went above two visits. Then there was a jar. Yup. A fucking jar, with names on it. Men who had paid into the credit system.

“One” The merchant stated bluntly marking it in his book.

“One?” She repeated, a little surprised by how light the requirement was. Her list had been pretty long.

“Yeah, Bernice fell pregnant, she’s off the list until after and maybe permanently since the Bennett brothers are putting serious court to her. All remaining traders just had their value go up.”

That’s what they called them - traders. Like she was wheeling a cart through town with little jars or something instead of letting men cum in a minimum of two holes per trade. It was awesome. By the way, that was sarcasm in case you can’t tell.

“Nice.” She replied with a nod, “I hope the baby is healthy.” That was the customary statement these days when anyone fell pregnant. You see, the virus didn’t exactly go away and infant mortality was high as fuck. It was depressing as hell. She didn’t know a single woman who didn’t half dread getting knocked up, even if they really wanted to be a mother. It was a huge risk and all too likely to end in just more painful loss. Yay for survival.

“We all do.” the merchant stated sincerely as he pushed the jar toward her. Sliding her hand in, she let slips of paper, card stock that was refreshed so often you couldn’t get a feel for any one particular person, just dance through her fingertips. You just had to stick your hand in and pray to whatever god you might actually believe in that you didn’t get one of the gross old coots who thought bathing was fucking optional. Last time she had one of those she had about forty baths and still felt disgusting.

She pulled out the card and took a deep breath before flipping it over. Both her and the merchant looked surprised. “Well good luck there. Didn’t even know he paid in.” The merchant marked his book and then nodded. “I’ll get your order in as soon as ... you have about four days before you’ll have had to pay up.”

That was another thing, the man had to confirm you had ‘paid’. However, if that man lied, he was off the books permanently. Not only that but the other men in town usually paid you a visit and beat the holy hell out of you. It was an honour system true but most followed the rules, out of honour or out of necessity, it didn’t matter at the end of the day. Men who might only get one fuck a year with a ‘willing’ woman weren’t about to lose the privilege because you decided to get fucking cute about it.

“Thanks ... Have a good day now.” She replied with a sincere smile. The merchant was a good man after all. He never put his name in and if he found out one of the men was cruel or unkind even, he’d return their credits and tell them to start getting real used to the sweet feel of their left hand because that was about all they were getting from now on.

She walked through town, that name flipping through her mind. It was just so unexpected.

Well no time like the present she supposed. She had had a bath last night, given the old cunt a tidy and all that. She had a debt to pay and she just knew she wouldn’t sleep right until it was paid off good and proper. Yes, it was a little fucked up but that was the system and she had lived with it for a while now. Strangely you kinda got used to it. Most men were pretty appreciative about it.

Walking down the main street, she noted the weird combination of old and new that had blended together in this world. Cars jerry-rigged with solar panels to charge the batteries travelled on the same road as horse-drawn carriages. Kids wore sneakers cause there were still plenty of those left in old stores but paired them with clearly homemade clothes and then spiked them with leather jackets kitted out with studs and chunks of cell phones used as artistic decoration.

She walked until she hit the slight outskirts of the main town area. She could see him now, his arm lifting as he pounded the steel into shape with a large hammer. Farriers, blacksmiths, knife-makers, welders and so on made a nice living in this new world. You could always tell who they were because they smelled like fire and had arms the size of her entire body it seemed. She licked her lips and straightened her back. For the first time in well over a year, she had to admit that she might just be looking forward to this one.

“Hey ...” She greeted. He put down the hammer and shifted up his eye protection, squinting at her in the bright light of day. “Hey.” He replied back, his voice a little gruff. “You looking for something?” He asked.

“Ummm ... pulled your name.” Turns out all the cool things she was saying in her head since pulling his name had just fallen right on out of her brain. Well I wasn’t cool before, she thought bleakly with a tinge of amusement, Guess I’m not now either. Maybe the next apocalypse.

He stopped, frowning lightly as if he wasn’t sure what she was talking about and then his expression cleared and his eyes grew wide. “Oh.” he said. It was actually more of a sound. He cleared his throat. “I ... I ... yeah. Now?” he queried.

When she nodded, “If you have the time. Otherwise ... I can come back.” I can come back. What the hell, was she Uber Eats? What the fuck is wrong with her?

He shook his head, “Now is good.” He tipped his head toward the interior. “Let me shut this down a bit and then I’ll wash up and be in.”

He seemed nervous. Why did she like that so much? Maybe she was bored of the older guys who just had you bend over or would just unzip when they saw you coming. No effort man. No fucking effort. Literally. Wham bam, you’ve paid for your groceries Ma’am.

Mr. Muscles here better put in some damn effort at least.

#trading in dignity #bedtime stories #stories to read by the northern lights

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puckngrind · 5 years

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My favorite girl

So this is my first writing...let me know what you think!

warnings: none really, maybe a swear word or two.

Word count: 2,643

(edited again 8/29/20)

You met Josh years ago when some friends convinced you to go out to a bar downtown on a weeknight. You realized quickly as you walked into the jam packed bar that several Blue Jackets were guest bartending. While you loved hockey, the thought of pushing your way to the front seemed ridiculous. You spotted an empty corner high top and almost ran towards it not realizing it was already taken.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you sitting here?” You asked the tall man who was leaning against the table with his drink resting on it, fingers wrapped around the glass.

“Um, yeah. Sorta but you can have it if you don’t mind if I keep standing here?” You couldn’t stop staring at his memorizing blue eyes and pink cheeks. The smirk on his face was one of a kind.

“Yeah, sure. My friends should be over here in a minute. They went to the bar.” You pointed over to the chaos.

“And you didn’t want to go over there, meet the hockey stars?”

“It’s not really my thing. I’d rather watch them skate.” You stuck your hand out to shake his. “I’m (y/n) by the way.” He grabbed your hand and told you he was Josh and new to the area. While everyone seemed to have Blue Jacket shirts on you caught a glimpse of the emblem on his golf shirt as he shifted. “So, you like hockey then? I mean is that why you are here?” Josh’s smirk returned to his face and his head tilted to the side like he was trying to formulate an answer.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Josh stated with a laugh. Your friends joined, gushing about the new defensive man, Jones, and how nice Boone and Murray were. You introduced them to Josh and kept on the small talk. You didn’t think you would see him again.

That fall, you were standing in line at Starbucks near the arena. As you looked at the board debating on what you wanted you could feel someone leaning in behind you.

“So are you PSL kinda girl?” The deep laugh and voice sounded familiar. You turned quickly on your heel ready to tell off the boy who thought you were just a basic midwest girl only to find that sweet face that you shared a table with staring at you with that same smirk on his face.

“Only usually have one in October. I don’t have a typical order. And you? Pumpkin Spice your thing?” You looked at him waiting for a response.

“Not exactly. So (y/n), what are you ordering for us today?” He asked pointing to the board. You were shocked he even remembered your name. You ordered two of one of your go-tos and headed to a table. He was dressed in Blue Jacket sweats this time and you still didn’t figure out who he was.

“So would you want to plan to hang out on purpose some time?” Josh asked.

“Like a date?” The words popped out before you could even stop them. “Don’t answer that.”

“I meant like friends really. I don’t have any friends outside of... uh... my job. Plus you are pretty easy to talk to.” He looked confused but you thought it was from the embarrassment from your comment. You slid over your phone to have him put his number in. You sent him a text with a face palm emoji and this is (y/n).

That was it. You became best friends with Josh Anderson quickly and he loved that he wasn’t hockey player Josh Anderson when he would come hang out and take over your television and most of your couch. You would watch all the Bachelor shows together and if he was home in Toronto or on the road you would FaceTime to watch together. His commentary normally had you laughing so hard you were crying by the end of the show. He would make fun of you crying while you watched Grey’s Anatomy or the latest Rom-Com that he secretly loved and swore if you told anyone he would stop coming over. He knew you hated any horror movie so he would torture you with them especially around Halloween which is always his favorite.

Your friendship over the years was comfortable. His mom frequently spent more time with you than him when she was in town and his siblings would take your spare room if more than one were in town. Josh fit in with your friends and you somehow fit in with his teammates, even though they still gave you a hard time about not knowing who they were at first without their names and numbers on their backs.

You had been texting and snapping with Josh all day. He was headed back to Columbus this weekend to get his place in order and start training camp. You were dancing around the kitchen with the music up way too loud making cookies. All of a sudden familiar arms wrapped around your waist and raised you off of the ground. Whispering into your ear almost kissing it, Josh’s voice was strong over the music. “How’s my favorite girl? I’ve missed you so much.” You squealed. Out of being scared half to death and excited that he was standing in your kitchen. You turned around and slammed your hand to his chest.

“You scared the hell out of me J!” You yelled before turning down the music.

He threw his head back and laughed. He wrapped you into another hug. “But didn’t you miss me?” He gave you that smirk you loved.

“I saw you a few weeks ago in Sudbury for Nick’s thing, remember? And you DID come to Columbus a few times.” Meeting his eyes with a smirk of your own. Knowing he wanted a “yes of course” to come out of your mouth. He reached over your shoulder to stick his finger in your batter and bringing it to his mouth.

“So what do we have here? Is my girl making me welcome home cookies?” He sucked the batter off of his finger. “Ohhh... my favorite. How’d you know?” You elbowed him in his side and rolled your eyes. While the cookies baked you caught up, which seems silly since you talked or texted everyday so catching up really was the same old banter. You couldn’t help but notice that he kept calling you ‘my girl’ while you frequently used babe and honey and other nicknames over the years, this one was new. You were always called his girlfriend on social media by fangirls and they would be up in arms with Josh was spotted with another women. You eventually set your accounts to private to keep the comments from creeping on your page too. You two didn’t seem to care and he would have you accompany him to events especially if they involved kids or dressing up. Thing was you never dated and the topic was never discussed. When you went out it was always with his teammates or your friends to group things like concerts, dinners, and other activities around Columbus. Normally he would come hang out at your house because (according to Josh) the suburbs were so much quieter and you actually had food in your pantry and fridge. You were pretty sure it was the entertainment system your brother set up and the fire pit on the patio that he really loved. Josh was always there. He would sling his muscular arm around you and pull you into hugs and when you were out he wasn’t more than an arms length away from you. You were each other’s person.

The cookies were done and ready to be iced. Josh decided he was going to help you. Hunched over with his sleeves pushed up he started. You looked up and saw the face you’ve seen so many times. The face he made when he was stopped by fans around town or at a team signing event and even when he bought you some skates and re-laced them. This face of concentration always made you laugh. Josh’s tongue sticking slightly through his teeth and his eyebrows creased together.

“So, are you ready for the season? Did your training go well?” You asked. He looked up from his focus on the cookies.

“Are you really asking me about my training? Like you don’t know? We talk every day (y/n).” Your face turns red with the look he was giving you. It was different just like the my girl comments before. He moves around the island and stands in front of you. “Why are you asking about my training?” He was too close for your comfort. He’d been this close to you countless of times but something was different.

“I... I... I...” words. Words were not forming in your head because all you could think about was the words my girl that he kept using and the fact that he surprised you. And you backed up from him towards the hall when you eye caught glimpse of the table by the door. “Is that for someone?” Your eyes were wide as you backed up further and pointed at the gorgeous orchid now sitting on your entry table which was not there before.

“Yeah, they are your favorite right?” He smiles while rubbing the back of his neck. He quickly brushes past you to grab the potted plant.

“um... yes... how? why? Josh? What?” You could not formulate a full thought to save your life. The boy you loved to spend every free moment with was acting weird and it made you feel things that you ignored for years.

“(y/n), you okay? You like it right?” He looks at you with the face that all the girls at the bars swoon over. You saw it so many times and he was usually oblivious to the looks he got from girls.

“Josh, yes. I love it. But why?” You ask face the color of a tomato and thoughts cloudy.

“To show you how much I missed you. That’s all. Stop being weird. Let’s catch up on Bachelor in Paradise okay?” As he takes your hand and moves towards your living room. Making himself right at home he pats the seat next to him to encourage you to sit.

While watching, you slip into your normal ways. He has your side hurting so much from laughing that you are sure you pulled a muscle. By the end his hand was on your knee as your feet were tucked under yourself. You didn’t notice it at first but then you feel the heat from his hand as his rubs against your leggings.

“Let’s head to Forno’s tomorrow for brunch. I haven’t had it since leaving and not exactly on my diet once the season really starts.” He kept his focus on the screen and his hand on your knee.

“Oh, yum. Who’s all going? Who is back in town?” You were looking at Josh and not the television.

“Um, most of the guys are back but I meant just the two of us. I guess we can invite some of the guys but there is the end of summer party at the Dubinsky’s next weekend and you will see everyone there.” Still, not looking at you and confident as always when it came to your conversations. The sometimes shy hockey player Josh Anderson that you saw in interviews was not the same man you had befriended all those years ago.

“Really? Alone? The two of us?” Your voice cracked and he turned his attention to you.

“Is there a problem with us going to brunch alone? Are you afraid to be out with me in public? Do I smell or something?” He sniffed his shirt and then poked you in your side. You smiled and blushed again.

“I mean we normally don’t go out just the two of us. And you’ve been... different... today. Like something is up.” You poked him back and his face matched yours. He’s fully facing you now and his hand has moved to your hand while the smirk on his face is hard to read you feel like he is reading you like a book. A book that Josh has been studying since he landed in Columbus after winning the Calder in Cleveland.

“(y/n), I love you.” You looked at him and smiled.

“I love you too Josh but what is up?” Josh stands up quickly from the couch and is now towering over you from where you are sitting. He starts to pace a little.

“No, no, no. You aren’t hearing me (y/n). I fucking love you. Like want you to be not only my best friend but mine.” Josh stops and is looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes and flaming red cheeks. You stand to up next to him and start to talk but he puts his finger to your lips to stop you. “Look, I know we’ve been friends forever and I love our relationship but I was sitting with Seth in the Bahamas and the only thing I kept thinking was why isn’t (y/n) here.” You are shocked at what Josh is telling you.

“Josh, that was May right? And...” He cuts you off again.

“Yes, I know. I didn’t know what to think about how I felt. It changes everything. Even just telling you all this changes everything and the thought of losing you makes me sick. But here is the thing, I want all of you. I want to be yours and you mine. My family already loves you. I’m pretty sure my mom likes you more than me most days. Your family is seriously the best and has taken me in for all the holidays that I can’t go home for because of my schedule. You are my rock. The place I land. I missed you so damn much this summer it hurt. That’s when I realized that this friendship was way more than a friendship to me. You are my girl. If you will have me?” He combs his hand into his hair as he stares at you. Your best friend just confessed his love for you. You couldn’t put into words what that meant so you did something better. Stretching on your tippy toes and cupping his face with your hands you moved closer to him. Josh takes the cue from you. He dipped his head down and crashed his soft lips into yours. His one hand landing on the back of your neck and the other at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

“So, I guess that’s my answer?” He asks slightly winded. Smiling at you in a way that made your insides turn to mush. “So are we making this official? You are my girl?” He slightly kissed your lips again and loosens his hold of you.

“Yes, J. I love you too. But can we keep it off social media for now?” You batted your eyes at him and he laughs.

“I’m not sure I can keep the guys from telling everyone. They’ve all heard my pro and con list all summer. I’m pretty sure they will be more excited than me.”

“More than you eh?” You poke at his rock hard abs and attempt to sound Canadian with your midwest accent.

“No, I’m over the moon.” Josh says as he picks you up and swings your legs around the living room. He kisses your forehead before putting you down. “So, Frono’s tomorrow? When do you want me to pick you up?”

“How about you just stay?” your eyebrow moves up as you pull Josh towards your bedroom. Your boy wastes no time sweeping you off your feet and carrying you towards your bed.

#josh anderson #josh anderson imagine #j. anderson #cbj #my andy man 77

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 5 years

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Kiss From a Rose

The Witch in the Reunion

Summary: Y/n has been hunting alongside the infamous Winchesters for years now, but when an unexpected case pops up in her hometown, she finds herself struggling not only with her feelings for the eldest brother but with the things from her past that she has been fighting to forget.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size Reader

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: Language, angst, character death

Author’s Note: THE BIG REVEAL! Whodunnit? Also, the Seal song that the reader refers to is exactly the one you think it is...

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The case came to an abrupt halt with no new leads, pushing the hunters into the weekend and much to Y/n’s dismay, the reunion. It was their last chance to keep their cover in town and any hope of talking candidly with those closest to the victim. The huntress had hoped it wouldn’t come to this and that she and the Winchesters would uncover the culprit before she was forced to parade her ‘husband’ around to everyone and everything she had run away from. Alas, she could never have been that lucky.

The huntress spent her morning huddled under the cheap covers of the motel bed, mindlessly flipping through bad soap operas and cooking shows until she could no longer put off getting ready for the evening. Y/n took her time in the shower, allowing the boiling heat of the water to relax away the tension in her muscles. It also allowed for her time to think of some excuse to wrap up the cases without a conclusion, though she failed to find one that would convince the Winchester brothers.

When turning the temperature control on the nozzle ceased to continuously heat the stream of water gurgling from the showerhead, Y/n reluctantly pulled herself from its confines, drying herself off and tossing her hair into a towel situated on top of her head.

The steam from the shower billowed out of the bathroom and into the rest of her motel room as she went for her duffle, humidifying the large space with ease. Pulling out the matching bra and panties she had packed specifically for this occasion, she slipped the pieces on and topped them with a button-up flannel to finish her hair and makeup.

Y/n went back into the bathroom and started up her hairdryer, focusing on her roots as she began. The huntress was about halfway through when a loud banging nearly caused her to drop the tool in her hand. She shut it off and waited, listening closely for the source of the sound. When it came again, she was sure someone was knocking to come in and she rushed out, pulling on a pair of leggings before going to answer the door.

The opening of her door brought with it a welcomed gust of the cool spring air from outside and revealed the brothers Winchester standing side by side.

“Hey, kid. We didn’t hear from you this morning so Sammy and I decided to bring you lunch, figured you might be hungry,” Dean held up the brown paper bag he was holding with a grin that matched that of his baby brother beside him.

“Come on in,” Y/n agreed, stepping back from the entryway to allow the two giants into her room. The brothers went immediately to the small desk in her room, placing the food and drinks on the glossy wood surface.

“Picked up your favorite, sesame chicken and fried rice,” Dean explained as he began to pull containers from the large bag.

“Yum,” the huntress drew out her reply with a hum, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she realized just how hungry she had unknowingly become. “You know me too well, Winchester.”

Dean flashed her a cocky smile as he handed over the meal, topped off with an iced tea from Sam. She took it and perched herself at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs before digging into the meal. The oldest Winchester followed and seated himself next to her while Sam stayed in the desk chair.

“So have you found anything interesting since last night?” The huntress inquired after a bite, trying to hide the hopefulness in her voice that she would get out of tonight’s event.

“Nada,” Dean admitted around a mouthful of his lunch. “We’ve got nothing that strictly points to anyone, just a mountain of guesses. This bitch knows how to cover their tracks.”

“Yeah well in a small town like this, you learn how to get good at sneaking around,” Y/n pointed out. “When everyone knows everyone, you’ve got to be good at keeping secrets.”

“Is that so?” Dean cocked his head at the woman next to him, a devilish thought occurring to the hunter. “You know from experience, Y/n?”

“Yeah, you bet. All those years spent by myself in my bedroom were great for learning how to sneak around,” she scoffed, unamused that Dean was still riding this train.

“I don’t believe that for a second. I bet you had your share of nights under the bleachers.” The huntress rolled her eyes at Dean’s insistence, the aggravation building inside her.

“How many times do I have to explain this to you? I was not popular growing up and I certainly didn’t have any guys begging me to join them for some lame-ass tonsil hockey under the bleachers.”

“Bull,” Dean countered once again. The huntress groaned, tossing a pleading look at the younger Winchester in the hopes he could get Dean to let up.

“Dean, I don’t think it’s any of our business,” Sam spoke up, clearly getting the hint better than his brother.

“Just ‘cause you didn’t get any in high school doesn’t mean you have to ruin everybody else’s fun.” Dean laughed at his joke, elbowing Y/n in an attempt to get her to join in his teasing and failing miserably. Sam only frowned at his brother.

“You want to know the truth?” The bubbling in her gut had spilled over, turning into word vomit that she couldn’t have stopped no matter how much she wanted to. “I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-three in the quickest and most pathetic night of my life. And it’s not like I was exactly getting much of anything before that either.

“It’s fine though. I wasn’t ready until I was ready and I’ve so moved on from the nightmare that was my early twenties.” Y/n decided to tack on that last tidbit in an ill-conceived attempt to lighten the admission that had slipped from her tongue. Heat flooded her neck and cheeks as she noticed the brothers staring at her in confused awe.

She absolutely could not believe that she had admitted that in front of either of the brothers, but most of all Dean. There was now no way after this weekend he would ever look at her without pity, only seeing her as the bullied little girl who never so much as received a look from a man until after college. If the floor could swallow her whole at this moment, that would be great.

“Right… thanks for lunch, guys, but I need to finish getting ready,” the huntress cleared her throat after an awkward moment of silence, her eyes desperate for them to leave for her to save face in one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.

“Uh, of course. We’ll just…” Sam coughed out the jumbled words as he rose from the chair and went to his brother, gripping his bicep and tugging him alongside as the brothers stumbled from the room.

Y/n fell back against the mattress with a huff, mentally kicking herself for everything she had ever done or said in front of Dean. The hunter somehow had this hold over her, always managing to get her to admit things she didn’t wouldn’t even say aloud to herself. If she keeps it up at this pace, she will be on the path to permanently removing herself from the Winchesters’ life if she ever hoped of retaining some sort of dignity.

Silently, she finished up the meal they had brought her before heading back to finish what she had started. Once her hair was completely dried, she curled the length of it into soft curls and then applied some basic makeup. Nothing too showy for a small town class reunion.

Once she was satisfied with her look, she returned to the main space and took out her dress that she had hung in the closet last night after ironing out the thin material. It was a dress she had stowed away for undercover work, never taking it out of its bag unless desperate.

The ruby-red material fell snug against her curves and never failed to make her feel more exposed than she was used to. There was a reason she stuck to comfy and bagging clothes, using them as a way to hide the parts of her body that she had a specific distaste for. However, the job occasionally necessitated she appeared more feminine, and this was one of those nights.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, the huntress topped off her look with heels and jewelry as she examined her reflection with a pout. Unsurprisingly, she easily picked out all of her mind's flaws, from her hatred of her flabby arms and the rolls that she subconsciously sucked in when she turned to examine her profile.

A small knock at the door bounced her out of her thoughts.

“Come in,” she called, giving her reflection one final frown before turning to fetch her clutch.

“Hey, are you ready to--” Y/n turned to see Dean’s eye’s traveling up the length of her body, his emerald eyes intense in their gaze. Heat coursed through her veins under his leering and she had to clear her throat before he snapped from his trance. “Sweetheart, you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Dean. You clean up nicely yourself,” she smiled sweetly, a stark contrast to the racing of her heart knowing Dean had been so intent on her.

The oldest Winchester brother donned a maroon button-down that he had tucked into a pair of dark slacks. A few of the top buttons had been left open and he had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms. It was a simple look, but enough to get any living being’s mouth watering at the sight.

“Just need one more thing,” Y/n noted as she went to her duffle and pulled out her pistol. She checked the barrel and magazine quickly before putting the safety on. Raising her heeled foot to the edge of the bed, she hiked up her dress to her high thigh and tucked the weapon into the holster she had hidden on her thigh. The huntress dropped her leg and tugged her dress back into place. “Okay, ready.”

There was an unmistakable clench in the muscles of Dean’s jaw as she walked across the room to where he stood. His brow was furrowed into a knot in the middle of his forehead as his eyes followed her movement. “Dean?”

“Hmm?” He blinked a few times as if he just noticed she had moved closer to him. “Oh, shall we go?”

Y/n nodded slowly, confused by his sudden shift but trailed after him from the motel and into the parking lot. Dean helped her into the passenger side of the Impala and then made his way to his spot behind the wheel.

Soft music played from the radio as they pulled from the parking lot and headed west. Besides the soft melodies of Bob Seger and Neil Young, the inside of the car was quiet. Y/n was lost in thought as once again as the anxiety over the night ahead began to simmer in her belly. The cheap gold band that encompassed her finger felt like a heavy neon sign flashing at everyone and indicating the blatant deceit she and Dean were attempting to portray.

“Hey,” Dean spoke softly beside her, placing his palm against her bare knee to get her attention. “Sam will be close by, just in case.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied with a soft smile. Dean had picked up on the waves of anxiety rolling off of her, but he had read the situation so wrong.

“Then what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Just thinking about possibly having to face a monster in heels,” she lied, easily squeaking out a fake laugh for him.

“Well, I’ve seen you kick ass in heels plenty of times before so I doubt tonight will be any different.” He squeezed his grip on her, giving her a flash of a grin before turning back to the road.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it, just that I’m not particularly fond of it,” Y/n pointed out and Dean nodded with a chuckle.

Neither brought it up again in the final few miles of the drive. When they pulled into the parking lot, it was filled with far more cars than it had been just a few days prior. The party was already in full swing, the music audible as the pair stepped out of the Impala.

“Alright, shows on.”

Dean took the huntress’s hand and guided her into the school. The two checked in and filled out name tags before entering. The decorations had the gym looking like a cheap prom. A tunnel of balloons shepherded people into the gym where they were greeted by more balloons and streamers strategically placed all over. There hung a disco ball in the center of the room where a makeshift dance floor already had people swaying to the beat.

“Oh, you two did make it!” The shrill sneer had the hunters snapping their heads towards the dessert table where Janelle was already rushing towards them with a malicious grin on her face.

“We said we would be,” Y/n replied coldly, unable to hide the roll of her eyes. Janelle ignored her and drew her gaze to Dean then, her eyes hungry as she set them on the green-eyed man without a care about the woman whose hand he still held. Y/n scoffed and stalked off towards the drink table without a word.

“Mm, are you sure you and jelly belly over there are working out?” Janelle husked out as she stepped into Dean’s personal space.

“Slow down,” Dean huffed as he stepped back from the brazen woman. The warning was low but the narrowing of his eyes told her she meant business. Janelle frowned as the hunter turned on his heel and followed where his partner had gone. He slinked silently to her side and put an arm around her waist to pull her close before he left a light peck to her temple.

“Jesus Dean,” the huntress exclaimed as she jumped from his touch, her instincts ready to fight before she caught his grin out of the corner of her eye. “Warn a girl next time.”

“Where is the fun in that?” The Winchester had fallen back into his usual goofy self with ease, opting to steal the glass of whiskey she had poured herself after she dumped the whole of its contents down her throat in one go.

“You’re going to have to take it slow there, Mrs. Walker, we’re on a case still,” Dean chuckled as he refilled the glass for himself. Y/n grumbled her dissatisfaction though she knew he was right. Instead of fighting, she pulled him back into the crowd of people to continue their intel gathering.

Not much came from their hopping between groups of Y/n’s former classmates. The women spent most of their time too busy drooling over Dean to answer any questions beyond small talk and the guys simply acted as if the huntress didn’t exist, instead only talking to her partner for a majority of their conversations. It was irritating as hell for her, to be right back into the toxic environment that had scarred her psyche all those years ago. Not to mention, they were not one step closer to figuring out who their witch was.

When dinner was eventually served, Y/n was more than ready for the reprieve it would bring from having to put on a show for the last people she would ever care about.

“So, let’s go over what we know?” Y/n spoke up as they sat at an empty table in the far corner of the gym.

“Damon still makes my skin crawl, I don’t trust him,” Dean answered as he scanned the crowd for the aforementioned guy.

“I don’t understand why, we ruled him out already.”

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you.” Y/n scoffed at Winchester’s insinuation that anyone from her high school would look at her with anything but disgust. “Him or Roger, whom, I might add, we have not ruled out.”

“Roger was just a horny teenage boy,” the huntress countered. “I think Janelle or Kate are our best guesses. They were the two closest to the victim.”

“They were all in a book club together, and you know what that could mean,” Dean insinuated. “That is until Janelle had a falling out with the book club which resulted in the vic almost failing to hire her as the caterer for this shindig. People have killed for less.”

“Damn it, we need proof,” Y/n cursed with a frown. “I want to get back to the bunker already.”

Dean nodded in full agreement to her sentiment. The pair finished their meals in relative silence, watching the rest of her class as they moved about the venue, hoping something might pop out at them.

“Should we blend into the crowd and see what we can see?” Dean offered as he cleared his plate. Y/n cocked her head at him, unsure of what he was getting at. “You know, head out onto the dance floor.”

“Oh, I am so not drunk enough for that,” the huntress declared as she adamantly shook her head.

“Come one, we’ll have a better vantage point out there.”

“Fine,” she sighed, offering her hand to Dean as he stood and guided her underneath the disco ball, placing them in the center of all the action.

The hunter began to move awkwardly to the music that emanated from the speakers surrounding them. It was far from anything he ever would have listened to and clearly that put him out of his comfort zone. Y/n couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she watched, causing Dean to halt his dancing, his hands slapping against his sides.

“Don’t laugh. If you can do better then show me,” Dean huffed, gesturing for her to go ahead.

“Hell no,” she yelled above the music as the song switched, knowing that there was only one way she could move to the beat now filling the gym.

“Do it for me, sweetheart.” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lips fighting with her self-conscious ways before quickly shaking away the fear and stepping up to Dean.

“You asked for this,” she noted, giving him no time to respond before she began to move her hips. His hands flew to her waist as she rolled the length of her body against his in time with the song. The hunter began to grind with her, slipping one of his legs between her own, pressing the two of them closer together. Y/n pushed down the worries bubbling in her chest, focused on the music, and listening to her body. She spun on her toes and pressed her backside into Dean, who paused his movement for half a second before falling back into the dance.

It was far closer than the duo had ever been and as much as that scared her, she took the time to relish in the feeling of his hands gripping tight onto the soft flesh of her waist and the heat of his body pressed against her own. The song faded out and with it, Dean snapped himself from her form, much to her dismay. There was no denying his abrupt action tugged on her heart.

With a deep breath, she turned back to him, ready to face the music of having pushed him too far. Dean stood there rubbing the back of his neck as his tongue darted out to wet his plump lower lip. His brow furrowed before he turned to walk back towards their table.

“Wait, Dean!” He paused and turned back to her. A sheepish smile formed on her face as the notes of the now much slower song began to grow stronger. “I love this song.”

“It’s Seal,” he countered as if that was a valid reason to not like the song.

“Please?”

The hunter relented, offering his partner a soft smile as he moved back towards her. Y/n looped an arm over Dean’s shoulder and took his hand in her free one. Hesitantly he slipped his arm around her waist and began to move the two along with the notes of the nineties song filled the gym.

“What?” Y/n scrunched her nose as she heard Dean chuckle under his breath.

“Nothing, it’s just-” Dean shook his head, the grin widening on his face. “Are we middle schoolers?”

The huntress cocked her head, not sure what Dean was insinuating. Without elaborating, Dean took the hand she held in his and placed it around his neck with her other, tugging her body closer to him as he was now able to grip her waist with both hands.

Her body went rigid as she could feel his breath on her face and the warmth of his body seeping through her dress. The length of his body was pressed against hers, firm and unrelenting. Flashbacks to their moment in the janitor’s closet flooded her brain and she could feel her heart rate picking up in response.

“Sweetheart, you doing okay?” Dean looked down his nose at the woman he held in his arms. Having sensed her sudden discomfort, he asked, though he could guess why she was now riddled with anxiety. “Listen, I know what you are thinking but to hell with all these assholes and their superficial views. None of them know the real you. The smart, beautiful, and badass hunter that can knock me and my giant of a brother on our asses without even trying. They don’t deserve even one second of your thoughts.”

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she refused to look at Dean. Instead, she chose to hold him close, ignoring his words that her mind couldn’t begin to accept yet as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

“Y/n/n,”

“Dean, just… stop, okay? I can’t take the pity,” she nearly choked on her words, the emotion building up like a pressure cooker inside her. It was about more than just the nasty comments and glares from her classmates, it was about the man she could never have. Dean had spent the better part of the weekend playing his role as a loving husband so convincingly that at moments she would almost forget that it was all a ruse. He was kind and supportive and flirty, all of it a deadly cocktail that would lead to her ultimate demise, a broken heart.

“Jesus, it’s not pity, sweetheart. Did these people real fuck you up that bad that you can’t see the effect you have on me?” Dean used his hands on her hips to tug her away from his body, forcing the huntress to look at him now.

“Yes!” she practically screamed the words, not understanding where the miscommunication was for him. The tears she had been trying to swallow down now traced down her cheeks anyway. “I’ve never exactly been the kinda girl that guys chased after, let alone the kind of girl you chase after. I’ve seen your hookups, Dean. I’m nowhere near the league of women who have gotten to share your bed. So why now?”

“All those women were nothing but an easy shot. There wasn’t one second about any of those nights that was real. But you and the way you make feel, that’s real,” Dean insisted, his verdant eyes intent on making her understand. “Sometimes I feel like you are my other half. You make me laugh and challenge me in the best ways. Sammy loves you and you love him. You are one of the most selfless people I know and you tackle hunting with the most annoyingly positive attitude that just makes me want to be around you more. Y/n, you are the whole package.”

The huntress stood there, mouth hanging open at his confession. A million thoughts raced through her head but she didn’t get a chance to comment before movement in her peripherals caught her eye. Her eyes flickered towards the back door that led from the gym where Kate was slinking out into the darkness.

“Dean,” Y/n hissed, nudging his shoulder before pointing towards the door. “Kate just snuck outside.”

“You think?” It took Dean’s brain a second to switch gears, but he didn’t need her to elaborate for him when it eventually caught up.

“I mean it makes sense, right?” Dean shrugged but it was all the response the huntress needed. She took his hand and slinked through the sea of her classmates to follow their suspect. Once the gym door closed behind them, the pair readied their weaponry.

“Split up. I’ll go towards the football field, you head that way.” Y/n gestured towards the parking lot. Dean nodded and stalked off in the opposite direction she did. Y/n held close to the building until she hit the corner, moving slowly around the brick to find the space empty. Her eyes scanned the expanse of the open area as she headed swiftly towards the football field. Her heels clicking against the pavement broke the silence of the late-night as she moved.

As she drew closer, she noticed a light on inside the concession stand. She made herself light on her toes and put her body flush against the dirty brick as she headed towards the open window. Carefully, so as not to reveal her location, the huntress peered inside the shack.

In the center of the space was a large metal island, the top of it littered with satanic paraphernalia. Kate had her back to the window, but Y/n was able to make out her soft chanting in Latin.

Without a second thought, the huntress flashed around the side of the building and kicked in the door.

“Ah, don’t move,” Y/n tsked as she pointed her gun straight at the witch’s heart. “One wrong move and I put one of these witch-killing bullets in your head.”

Kate didn’t seem at all phased by the weapon in her face. “Really, Kate? Witchcraft?”

“Oh, Y/n, you can’t even imagine the world of possibilities I have opened up for myself.” Kate’s lips twisted in an evil smile as she spoke.

“Oh trust me, I can imagine.” The huntress rolled her eyes, far from amused at the witch’s attempt to make it sound like murder was so glorious.

“Just eliminating the competition.”

“Competition? For what?”

“Alec, of course,” the witch laughed. “You see, we made a deal back in high school and Sarah, well she decided she didn’t want to play anymore and it was my turn. So I took care of her. ”

“Your turn?” Y/n shook her head at the sheer hilarity of it. “God, I have heard some crazy motives but this one, this one tops ‘em all.”

“I should have known you were a hunter, waltzing in here claiming to be married to that tall drink you’ve had by your side. Well, guess what, we all saw right through it. No way you nabbed a guy like that,” Kate taunted as she took half a step in the huntress’s direction.

“I swear to god, do that again and I will pull this trigger,” Y/n seethed, emphasizing her intent with a shake of her gun. Her blood was boiling, Kate’s words having the exact effect on her that she wanted. But she refused to give Kate the satisfaction.

“Do it and see where it gets you, jelly belly.” The nickname rolled off her tongue, and Y/n couldn’t stop the small flinch it inflicted into her bones.

“Oh, it will get you dead,” Y/n smiled menacingly as she recovered and pulled the trigger. Kate’s mouth fell open as her body shook and dropped to the ground, wasted.

“Y/n!” The huntress spun around as Dean’s worried scream reached her.

“I’m okay,” she assured as she stepped out of the concession stand, putting her gun back into the holster on her thigh.

“Oh thank god.” Dean ran up to her, pulling her to his chest. “You kill the witch?”

“Yeah, the crazy bitch had some sort of pact to share Sarah’s husband back in high school. But Sarah reneged on their deal. So she killed her.” Y/n let out a full-bellied laugh as she pulled away from Dean slightly, though he refused to relent his grip on her. “Can you believe that?”

The huntress nearly fell over in a fit of laughter. The sheer hilarity of the whole situation hitting her now that she was out of danger. It was like she was in some bad high school drama on the Lifetime network. She supposed she shouldn’t have suspected much from her hometown.

It took her a second to regain her composure. She stood back straight, wiping the wetness from her eyes when she noticed Dean’s intense stare.

“Dean, what are you--” her words were stolen from her mouth as Dean captured her lips with his. The huntress smiled into the kiss, her hands gripping Dean’s wrist where he cradled her jaw in his hands. Y/n’s head swam as the Winchester deepened their connection, angling his head just so to open her mouth to him. Their tongues danced together as the pair got lost in the feeling of the other. Only when the need for air became too great did the couple relent their hold on each other, the rapid rise and fall of their chests matching the other.

“Are you two done? We have a body to clean up.” Sam’s voice startled them both. There was a hint of a grin in his eyes that betrayed the exasperated expression he was trying to portray.

“Just another minute, Sammy.” Dean turned back to Y/N, a coy smile playing on his lips before he kissed her again.

Part 6 (Final)

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Best to worst Akatsuki boyfriends, go!

Ooooh ok this is tough. I will rate them, but some can definitely overlap! I decided to describe these based on the idea that it is possible to date them, even though some of them in canon are basically undatable haha!

Kisame: Kisame would be the best boyfriend, man. Really sweet and gets embarrassed easily from cuddles. Can carry you around. Nice muscles. Doesn’t mind making friends. Good boy. He deserves love and endless affection. He has insecurities about himself, so you’d have to encourage him a lot. But he is very stable and loyal. Pleasant to be around in general. A good life partner.

Konan: (including her cause yeah). She would make a caring partner. She is tricky to woo, but if successful, you have really won a prize! She seems cold on the outside, but is capable of making anyone swoon. Would protect you with her life. Very devoted partner. Also, bomb ass eyeshadow and boots. Yum.

Deidara: Dei is a friendly, outgoing guy! One of the least likely to kill you on the spot! A bit mischievous and likely has trouble staying interested after a long period of time. Wants the chase. Still young and very virile. The most passionate! A huuuge charmer. So you have to play games with him to keep him focused on you. Needs a lot of affirmation. If you can maintain a relationship for a long period of time, he would be very loyal and follow you like a puppy dog. Gives gifts.

Itachi: What a nice guy. Acts tough but is actually mush. You have to deal with his horrible PTSD and other issues, but I think a lot of people would be willing to give it a go. Soft boy with layers. Takes time to get him to open up to you, but is honest and sweet. Also has horrible self image, so his partner would have to make sure he knows he deserves a relationship. If he is comfortable, he has a little bit of a naughty side. Likes to tease. Bonus points if you love listening to him give random fun facts. Dork.

Kakuzu: Old grump. Probably a beast in the sheets. Has anger issues, but if you have the right personality type, you are likely to be safe from his wrath. Total tsundere. Wants to have an intelligent conversation with you on ninja politics. Likes books. Basically, a nerd. Tough to love at some points, but he has a soft side (if you dig really really deep!) Likely to have a really hot physical relationship, and the trick is to make it more than just that!

Hidan: Really hot, but crazy! Will likely end up sacrificing you or leaving you when you won’t convert. If you manage to get past these issues, then he can be adorable. Very dynamic, and will obsess over you if you pique his interest. Attempts to display affection in horrible ways (bloody presents). Awkward with romance, but tries. A lovable idiot with a great butt. Sometimes says something profound. Wild card, honestly.

Pain: Total narcissist. Has no time to love you because he’s too busy calling himself a god- not very attractive. But if you want to go for it, it’s possible to gain his interest. Just tell him what he wants to hear, and he will be extremely protective of you. This could be good or bad. Also, there’s the whole corpse/malnourished-man-strapped-to-a-machine thing. But on the plus side, he can be sweet. Would be a gift-giver. Very intense and romantic with his words (great with speeches!).

Zetsu: His venus fly trap things get in the way of intimacy, unless he splits up. Eats people, so you’ll have to be chill with that. If you only love one of them, that will be awkward. But Zetsu may be capable of love. White Zetsu would be blushy and awkward while black Zetsu would be a devil. Bonus points if you love plants.

Sasori: Psychopathic puppet man may be the forbidden fruit, but he’s forbidden for a reason. Will likely make you a puppet. And if he doesn’t, he probably sucks at showing affection or intimacy of any kind. Almost impossible to pique his interest, let alone maintain it. If by some miracle, you get past the endless walls he puts up, he would actually be a passionate partner (but awkward about how to express that passion). Very devious and forward. Probably kinky. Still might kill you.

Tobi/Obito: This guy has so many issues. Personality disorder? Really creepy obsessive. Can’t stop talking about Rin. Wants to kill everyone. Manipulates teenagers in his free time. Kidnapped a baby once. If you love him, he is capable of caring for you. Obito still has a direct, honest side to him, deeeeeep down. But he is unstable, and controlling. Thinks he knows best. Doesn’t communicate, just acts- jumps to conclusions.

Orochimaru: Will probably kill you after horrible torture. Worse than Sasori. You would have to be cool with a lot of child abuse… He’s also creepy, even if he does have awesome eyeliner. I mean, you do you, but yikes. A relationship with him is risky, and he also knows jack squat about love in general. Even Sasori hates him. If for some reason, he develops feelings for you, he wouldn’t even know what those feelings were. Would sacrifice a child in your honor? Make a clone of you? Anyway, he would express those feelings in a weird way.

#hidan #deidara #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #kakuzu #pain #konan #sasori #tobi #obito #zetsu #itachi #kisame #akatsuki #naruto #text post #asks #rambles #Akatsuki Headcanon Collection

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scifigeneration · 6 years

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Programmable materials: Hydrogels capable of complex movement created

Living organisms expand and contract soft tissues to achieve complex, 3-D movements and functions, but replicating those movements with human-made materials has proven challenging.

A University of Texas at Arlington researcher recently published groundbreaking research in Nature Communications that shows promise in finding a solution.

Kyungsuk Yum, an assistant professor in UTA's Materials Science and Engineering Department, and his doctoral student, Amirali Nojoomi, have developed a process by which 2-D hydrogels can be programmed to expand and shrink in a space- and time-controlled way that applies force to their surfaces, enabling the formation of complex 3-D shapes and motions.

This process could potentially transform the way soft engineering systems or devices are designed and fabricated. Potential applications for the technology include bioinspired soft robotics, artificial muscles -- which are soft materials that change their shapes or move in response to external signals as our muscles do -- and programmable matter. The concept is also applicable to other programmable materials.

"We studied how biological organisms use continuously deformable soft tissues such as muscle to make shapes, change shape and move because we were interested in using this type of method to create dynamic 3-D structures," Yum said.

His approach uses temperature-responsive hydrogels with local degrees and rates of swelling and shrinking. Those properties allow Yum to spatially program how the hydrogels swell or shrink in response to temperature change using a digital light 4-D printing method he developed that includes three dimensions plus time.

Using this method, Yum can print multiple 3-D structures simultaneously in a one-step process. Then, he mathematically programs the structures' shrinking and swelling to form 3-D shapes, such as saddle shapes, wrinkles and cones, and their direction.

He also has developed design rules based on the concept of modularity to create even more complex structures, including bioinspired structures with programmed sequential motions. This makes the shapes dynamic so they can move through space. He also can control the speed at which the structures change shape and thus create complex, sequential motion, such as how a stingray swims in the ocean.

"Unlike traditional additive manufacturing, our digital light 4-D printing method allows us to print multiple, custom-designed 3-D structures simultaneously. Most importantly, our method is very fast, taking less than 60 seconds to print, and thus highly scalable."

"Dr. Yum's approach to creating programmable 3D structures has the potential to open many new avenues in bioinspired robotics and tissue engineering. The speed with which his approach can be applied, as well as its scalability, makes it a unique tool for future research and applications," Meletis said.

#science #materials science #engineering #technology #3d printing

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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oh, the weather outside is frightful

based off of a craquaria prompt I saw from @mixcrackerxaquaria. Sweetie lil lesbian christmas party smut with background Monet x Kameron aw. My first ever fanfic! say nice shit if u wan a chapter 2 !!

Brianna is bored. And, okay, tipsy, she concedes as she stumbles a little, teetering on her heels before coming to rest, thankfully upright, beside the snack table. She makes a face down at the festive spread, asking herself for the umpteenth time that night what she’s doing at a Christmas party. Brianna’s Jewish, for god’s sakes. She doesn’t even celebrate Christmas. A group of men in suits brush past her, nearly knocking her off balance again, and Brianna retreats to the corner behind the snack table to spot her reason for attendance. Her best friend Monet, spinning a muscled, tattooed woman around the dancefloor. The woman has her head thrown back cackling, leaning into Monet’s body as Monet swings her around to face her, strong fingers flexing on the small of her back. Brianna grins to herself, giving an oblivious Monet a small thumbs up. Monet had begged her to come with her to her office Christmas party, insisting that she needed Brianna there as emotional support the night she intended to finally make a move on Kameron, the accountant who Monet hadn’t shut up about all damn year. “Besides”, Monet had said, waggling her eyebrows, “like 70% of the office is female, and about 70% of them like women. Wear that pink dress and you’ll get a little mistletoe kiss for sure.” Brianna had sighed, grinned and agreed, which was how she had found herself here, bored and tipsy and staring down a plate of gingerbread men in said pink dress. Not being kissed under mistletoe by women who liked women. She snags the smuggest looking cookie and bites off its head.

Please God, if you’re listening, Ma’am, Aquaria thinks, Please let this man stop talking soon. I don’t care about craft beer. I don’t even really like beer. Please let him shut up. Aquaria’s eyes drift as the man continues to talk, watching people talking, dancing, drinking. Outside, snow had begun falling thick and fast. Aquaria was mentally debating whether she should walk the 3 miles home in the cold or pay for an uber when she is interrupted by a woman tucked into the corner behind the snack table. Or rather, Aquaria interrupts herself, suddenly unable to focus on anything else. The woman is breathtaking. She has the sweetest little face, huge eyes and a pretty mouth, framed by bouncy blonde waves that reach her little waist. Her hot pink dress is tight across her breasts and hips, the silky material finishing mid thigh. Total stripper barbie. Or stripper polly pocket, Aquaria thinks, noting that the woman doesn’t seem to be more than 5’2, even in her tall heels. Aquaria watches as she puts the last of what looked like a gingerbread cookie into her mouth, bright pink lips wrapping around her fingers to collect remnants of white icing. The way her cheeks hallow as she sucks down is vaguely obscene, and Aquaria feels heat pool in her stomach. Yanking her eyes back to the man in front of her, Aquaria downs the last half of her drink and gestures towards the empty cup, offering him a tight smile. “I’m going to get a top up. I’ll see you around, ‘kay.” Before he can respond Aquaria is sidestepping him, making a beeline for the snack table.

Brianna hums appreciatively as she finishes the cookie, which had admittedly been delicious, and picks up her empty glass. She’s reaching for the open wine on the table when slim fingers wrap themselves around the neck of the bottle and whisk it away from her. Glancing up, Brianna sees that the fingers belong to one of the most beautiful women in the world. Her jet black hair is straight down her back, with a choppy fringe in front. The red latex number clinging to her thin body matches her huge, glossy lips, which shit, Brianna realises, are moving. “Huh?” is all Brianna can manage in response to the goddess. The woman grins wide, her face scrunching up to show huge, white teeth. “I said, I’m Aquaria, and I’ll get that for you.”

“I’m sorry, get what ?”

The woman smiles wider. “Your drink ! I was headed over here to pour my own anyway”

“Oh !” Idiotidiotidiot Brianna curses herself internally. “Yes, please, that’d be good. I’m Brianna.” She sticks out her hand for Aquaria to shake and shivers as Aquaria’s long red nails stroke up the inside of her wrist.

“Oh, pretty name. Normal! I wish my parents had been a touch less liberal and given me a name like Brianna instead of Aquaaariaaa”. Aquaria drawls her name in a snooty voice, pulling a face.

“Oh no! Aquaria is a beautiful name !” Brianna giggles. “Besides, my name isn’t normal, not with my last name. I’m Brianna Cracker.”

“Brianna Cracker”. Aquaria stops, still holding Brianna’s hand. “Bree Ahna Crack Er. I don’t get it.” Her glossy lips twist into a confused pout.

“Like..” Brianna scans the snack table and snatches up her namesake, holding it in front of Aquaria’s face.

“Oh !” Aquaria’s eyes light up “Brie on a cracker ! Oh my god!” Aquaria begins to laugh, gripping Brianna’s hand tighter in order to stay upright. All of a sudden her face turns serious. “I can’t believe your parents did that to you.”

“Oh, I’ve never minded it. Most people don’t even get it unless I tell them.” Brianna grins. “I totally could have had it weirder, my mom’s name is Bob.”

Aquaria giggles again, releasing Brianna’s hand to begin pouring wine into her glass. Brianna misses the warm, firm, pressure and tries not to flush at how long she’d held onto Aquaria in the first place. “Bob is such a cool name for a woman, I’m into that! God, I’m hungry !” Aquaria stops mid pour. “Those any good?” she asks, gesturing with her head to the plate of gingerbread cookies Brianna had been eating from earlier.

“Oh! Yeah! I mean, I thought so. I like all cookies though, I have such a sweet tooth” Brianna rambles, heat creeping up her neck at the thought of Aquaria watching her from across the room.

“Yum, me too!” Aquaria smiles, meeting Brianna’s eyes and opening her mouth wide, resuming pouring Brianna’s drink. Brianna stares back at her, drawing a blank. Aquaria opens her mouth wider and makes an aahh sound like she’s at the dentist. “Hands full!” Aquaria nods to where she’s now pouring her own glass of wine. Brianna feels herself flushing bright pink as she raises a cookie to Aquaria’s mouth and watches her take a large bite, pink tongue darting out to remove a crumb where it sticks to her lipgloss. Aquaria chews, swallows with a satisfied “mm”, and opens her mouth again. She’s done pouring the drinks, she could feed herself. Should feed herself. Even as Brianna thinks this, she’s lifting the rest of the cookie to Aquaria’s mouth, feeling her stomach tighten hotly as her fingers brush up against Aquaria’s shiny lips and she feels that pink tongue lap gently at the sticky, sweet frosting on her fingertips. Brianna blinks, just for a second, and an image of her fingers, pushed to the knuckle into Aquaria’s warm mouth, Aquaria’s cheeks hallowed as she sucks and glossy lips parting with a wet pop to release them flashes behind her eyelids. Her cunt throbs. When Brianna’s eyes are open again, Aquaria’s cheeks are pink as she slowly withdraws her hand. Aquaria hands a wine glass to Brianna, her eyes dark as she leans up against the wall next to her. “So, how did you end up here ? I’ve never seen you around the office before.”

Brianna points towards Monet and Kameron, still intertwined and giggly, on the dancefloor. “That’s my best friend. She brought me as her plus-one.”

Aquaria follows Brianna’s gaze and lets out a happy gasp “Oh my god! Monet and Kameron getting it on finally! You have no idea how frustrating it’s been to watch them make love heart eyes at each other across the office all fuckin’ year and refuse to do anything about it!”

Brianna tips her head back, laughing. “Girl, try listening to Monet sigh over Kameron every time you go out for a whole year !” She bats her eyes at Aquaria and puts on a high pitched breathy voice in an impression of a love struck Monet; “Oh, she’s so strong and her tattoos are sooo cool. And she’s so sweet, Brianna, you should see the way she smiles !” Brianna simpers, pouting up at Aquaria.

Aquaria bursts into giggles, hands flying up to cover her mouth. “I can imagine, I really can! So if you don’t work here, what do you do ?”

“I’m a Comedian.” Brianna blinks up at Aquaria, feeling doubt coiling in her chest even as she says the words. “Well, not a very successful one, I mean, some people like me but some people say -”

“A comedian, oh my god !” She’s cut off by Aquaria’s squeal. “That’s so cool, you’re so cool. That explains why you keep making me laugh so much!” Brianna feels a small swell of pride replace the doubt at the other woman’s reaction. Grinning excitedly down at Brianna, Aquaria glances back to Monet and Kameron, now partially obscured as a group of people join the dancefloor. “Do you dance?”

Aquaria can’t help but grin to herself as she leads Brianna by the hand to the dancefloor. This girl is cute! and funny. Plus, she had said she was friends with Monet, so she must be nice. Monet didn’t hang around any other kind of people. Aquaria is yanked out of her thoughts as Brianna spins her around so they’re face to face with her arms wrapped around Aquaria’s waist. “You’re strong” Aquaria blurts, surprised that despite the good 6 inches of height she has on Brianna, the other woman had manoeuvred her with ease. Brianna’s pretty mouth quirks up into a smug smile .

“You bet! I’m a national gold medallist in Karate. Black belt!”

“No shit!” So you can like, beat people up and throw them around and shit?”

Swaying to the music, Brianna lifts Aquaria’s arm over her head, twirling her out into the crowd, before pulling her back in close to her body. “Yep. Why, anyone you need me to throw around, baby?” Aquaria bites back a little whimper the “baby” and at the thought of Brianna throwing her around a little bit. Aquaria runs her hands up and down Brianna’s biceps, feeling ropy muscle. God, she can feel herself getting wet.

The two women get closer as they dance, bodies pressed up against each other. Aquaria can feel Brianna’s small hands tracing patterns into her lower back and wills them to slide the inch down to cup her ass through her latex dress. Her own hands roam up over Brianna’s strong arms and down her back, digging in at her thick hips before travelling back up to toy with her long blonde hair. “Aquaria” Brianna breathes hotly against her collarbone “Do you want to –“

“Yes.” Aquaria gasps back, because she does want to, and then she has Brianna by the hand again, leading her off the dancefloor.

Brianna’s heart races as she trots behind Aquaria, struggling to keep up with the strides her long legs are making. She can’t think of anything save for Aquaria’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, and the sinful stretch of red latex over Aquaria’s ass as she hurries along in front of Brianna. And then the other woman is bundling them into a bathroom and locking the door behind them. Brianna reaches up to tug Aquaria down towards her by her hair, their lips pressing together in a rush, teeth clinking. Brianna nips at Aquaria’s plush bottom lip and shoves her thigh in between Aquaria’s legs, feeling her hips buck against it as she whines needily into the kiss. It’s so dirty, doing this in an office bathroom, with a hundred or so people just outside the door. It’s so dirty how Brianna wants to kiss Aquaria breathless, wants to watch her ride her thigh until she cums right here, like this. Attaching her mouth to Aquaria’s neck, Brianna snakes a hand up her body to rub over her breast and fuck, she’s not wearing a bra because Brianna can feel her hard nipple through the fabric of her dress. She pinches, just to hear Aquaria squeak, and slides her hands around Aquaria’s back to unzip her tight dress.

Aquaria feels so naked, in only her tiny panties and heels in front of Brianna’s dark eyes. Brianna leans up to kiss her again, hands snaking down to play at the waistband of her underwear, tugging them up at the front so they rub against Aquaria’s clit just right. Aquaria steps out of her heels, and Brianna kisses down her collarbone to lick over Aquaria’s nipple, grazing it with her teeth ever so slightly so that Aquaria cries out and her hips buck at the hint of pain. Brianna pulls back, “Turn around”. Aquaria spins, stumbling slightly and pressing her palms against the wall to steady herself. Brianna hums softly against Aquaria’s shoulder, hands hooking under the waistband of her panties to pull them down over her ass to her ankles, peppering her skin with kisses and nudging Aquaria’s legs apart further “So pretty. So wet, Aquaria, fuck.” Brianna moans at the sight of the dark haired woman spread open in front of her. Aquaria is so embarrassingly wet, dripping for Brianna’s strong arms and how dark Aquaria’s name sounds coming out of her pretty mouth. She can feel it on the insides of her thighs and she flushes and squirms under Brianna’s hot gaze. Then Brianna is pressed right up against Aquaria’s naked back, one arm around her waist to hold her steady and the other snaking around her front to rub soft circles just under the jut of Aquaria’s hipbone. And Brianna’s running a finger through Aquaria’s folds and up to circle her clit, finally, and Aquaria’s gasping and her hips are bucking forward into Brianna’s hand of their own accord. Aquaria feels her legs buckle and thinks she’s going to fall when Brianna’s other arm leaves her waist to rub down over Aquaria’s hole. Brianna feels, and her arm is back around Aquaria in a second, holding her tight against her clothed body. “Hey, you’re ok. I’ve got you. Arms out, lean against the wall again, hm? Good girl.” Aquaria obeys and whines, clenching down around nothing, desperate for something inside her. Brianna obliges, slipping two fingers inside Aquaria. Aquaria wants to cry at how good it feels. Brianna is fucking her fast and twisting her strong fingers inside her, right up against where Aquaria needs them. She’s so wet and the sounds in the empty bathroom are obscene, Aquaria can hear when Brianna pushes a third finger inside her. Heat gathers in her stomach and god, Aquaria’s not going to last, not while Brianna’s other hand is skating rhythmically over her clit and she’s whispering into Aquaria’s hair that Aquaria’s so beautiful, so wet, such a slut for letting Brianna fuck her in her office bathroom. It’s the last one, the thought that any one of her colleagues could walk in right now and see Aquaria spread out like this, dripping around Brianna’s hand, that pushes her over the edge. Aquaria clenches down hard around Brianna’s fingers and cums, shaking. Brianna rubs her through her orgasm and Aquaria’s moaning Briannabriannabrianna, high pitched and girlish, until her cunt stops twitching and she’s leaning, panting, against the other woman.

Brianna gently turns Aquaria around so she’s leaning against the bathroom wall, and lifts her fingers to Aquaria’s face. Aquaria opens her mouth to suck down around the digits, tasting herself. She looks so wrecked, eyes hooded and cheeks hallowed, red lipstick smeared all around her mouth. Her eye makeup is smudged underneath her eyes and there’s one black streak down her left cheek, Brianna throbs at the thought of Aquaria crying for her. She slowly draws her fingers out of Aquaria’s mouth, shiny with spit, and drags them down over her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick further. And then Aquaria’s leaning forward to push her lips against Brianna’s again, she can taste her on her tongue and fuck, she’s so sweet, Brianna makes a note to eat Aquaria’s pussy next time and then blushes, because next time. Brianna’s still embarrassed at herself when Aquaria drops to her knees and pushes up Brianna’s skirt. She groans softly as she’s met with Brianna’s bare, dripping cunt, realising that the other woman isn’t wearing panties. Aquaria nips at the inside of her thigh and then her tongue is pressed right up against Brianna’s folds, her nose buried in groomed hairs, and Brianna throws her head back with a broken moan. Her hips move without her brain’s permission, grinding down onto Aquaria’s tongue and Aquaria moans happily into Brianna, grasping her thighs and alternating between licking over her clit and into her, until Brianna’s breathing is ragged and she’s coming with a whimper, all over Aquaria’s face. Aquaria stands up to pull Brianna into a kiss, and Brianna can taste herself on Aquaria’s lips, can feel her wetness slick over her chin and god, it’s so hot, makes her feel like Aquaria is hers.

“Thankyou” Aquaria breathes, her forehead resting against Brianna’s.

“Thankyou” Brianna smiles softly back. “Would you maybe want…Could I give you my number?”

“Yes.” Aquaria grins, that scrunched up white teeth grin from earlier, and steps around Brianna to wiggle her dress back up over her hips. “My phone’s in my bag at the coatcheck, we’d better clean up before we go get it.”

“Yeah, we’d better.” Brianna takes a paper towel from the dispenser at the side of the sink and hands it to Aquaria before grabbing one for herself and joining her at the mirrors, starting to clean away the mixture of pink and red lipstick staining her chin. There’s a smudge of said pink lipstick across Aquaria’s exposed shoulderblade where she’s kissed her, she notices. It’s out of Aquaria’s sight, Brianna thinks, she should wipe it away for her. Instead, she turns back to her face, meeting Aquaria’s warm eyes in the mirror. Brianna’s going to leave it right there.

#please remember your tags!#miz cracker #aquaria #craquaria #smut #cisgirl au #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au #oh the weather outside is frightful #teenwitch

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