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angelamajiki · 3 years

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Can I request something?!

We try to escape Overhaul but he catches us but as a punishment seeing as we don't like him he gives us to Rappa so he can do what he wants to us for a week and in the end we go back to him and he has you never wanting to even step out your room.

Is that fine? Anyways stay safe, drink water, wear a mask, and keep up the great work!

PARINGS: Rappa x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, watersports, noncon, facefucking, teasing, manhandling, scumbag rappa

AN: thank you nonnie!! <33

Kai had caught you trying to escape. Or rather, Rappa was the one who actually caught you, laughing and jeering at your cries and the pounding of your small fists on his back. Your captor was not amused in the slightest as his henchman emerged into his office with you tucked a little too snuggly over his shoulder.

“Caught your lil’ scrub tryin’ to escape, boss.” Rappa cackled, sitting you down on the chair in front of the yakuza leader’s desk. “Damn, does she squeal like a pig.”

He clapped his hand over your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. The man had taken a liking towards you, meaning to say that he enjoyed watching Kai dole out punishments for when you tried to escape or otherwise upset him, which wasn't hard to do.

“Yes, she does.” Kai sighed, brows furrowed deeply in irritation. “What am I going to do with you, pet? Do I not provide for you, care for you? How can I get you to behave, hm?”

Tapping a finger against his forehead, he signed and closed his eyes, slumping back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

“I’ll never stop trying to escape because anywhere else is better than being here with you, Overhaul.” You spat venomously, squirming under Rappa’s tight grip. The man behind you just chuckled darkly.

“Say, boss...if the little lady here is so unhappy with you, why don't you put her on loan to someone for the time being? Let ‘em show her how good you are to her, eh?”

Kai quirked a brow at Rappa, immediately picking up what he was throwing down. He had half a mind to punish Rappa as well for his blatant display of insubordination and to dare to think he’d willingly give up his precious pet to him like she was a mere stray.

Ah, but the man did have a point. His pet needed to be taught how kind her master is, and Rappa is the perfect opposition to do so. A degenerate at heart, his underling, was rowdy, filthy, and above all, a bigger sadist than Kai was.

He knew the man loved nothing more than to watch him spank the poor thing until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess of “I’m sorry, Kai!” gasping and panting for air like she was on the verge of death. What a drama queen he had on his hands. But he treated you like a queen nonetheless, but your attitude was simply out of control at this point.

“I think Rappa’s right, dear. Why don't you spend the week with him? Take a break from me if I’m so intolerable.”

Ice ran through your veins as Rappa unceremoniously scooped you up from your chair, opting to throw you over his shoulder. Kai’s chuckle and Rappa’s jeers mixed with your protests as you squirmed and squealed in his monstrous grasp.

“I thought you said anywhere else would be better than being with me. Remember, this is the choice you made, darling.”

“Rappa, you're dismissed.”

With a wave of a gloved hand, your fate was sealed. The bulkier man nodded and smacked a large hand over your ass.

“You and me? We're gonna have some fun, little piggy.” ——— •

Settled on Rappa’s bed, if you could call a sparsely covered mattress that hadn't been washed in god knows how long a bed, your nerves were set ablaze watching the man undress. And he certainly made a show of it, flexing his muscles and winking at you all the while.

“Like what ya see, sweets?” He groaned, striking a pose in front of you in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Oogling couldn't be helped; the man was built like Adonis. Strong, fierce, and big. Much, much bigger than you were.

“I hope so, cause I definitely do.” He smirked, licking his lips as he stalked over to you. “Don’t ya about a thing, little piggy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of ya”

Climbing over you, he pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used the other to feel you up.

“Yeesh, yer stiff as a board. Maybe a little game will help loosen you up, piggy.”

Fingers crawled their way up to your torso and to your mouth, leaving a searing heat in their wake. His fingers snatched your tongue from your mouth, shoving themselves down your throat to choke you.

“This little piggy wants to choke on my cock.”

His insenstant cooing and grinning had your stomach turning in knots, helping the fingers in your throat gag you even further. The thumb pressed down on your tongue before spitting a glob down your throat.

“This little piggy wants to be squeezed real tight.”

The sing-song tone in his voice only served to heighten your fear. Of course, the bastard thought this was all a game to him and you his toy.

His grin only got wider as his hand crept down your throat and ghosted itself there, barely touching before lunging. A panicked yip flew from your mouth as he pinned you by your throat.

There was hardly any pressure, just a cage of fingers keeping you locked into his impossibly firm grip. The hand was more than large enough to circle your neck. You smell the grim on his fingers, the labor of his love for the Shie Hassaikai.

“Almost got ya, piggy!” He teased, licking a long strip up your cheek. God, his breath stunk.

“Keep up now; the fun’s just starting.”

His fingers seemed to leave a trail of grime as they traveled down to your exposed breasts. They groped and gripped at your tender flesh without finesse or technique. So rough and worn from all the fighting he does. Your right tit was cupped in his hand before he gave it a hard squeeze.

“This little piggy wants to be milked.”

Onto your left, giving your nipple a good tug and pinch.

“This little piggy wants to be sucked.”

Your squeals and cries only made him laugh harder, grunting when you squirmed against the leg in between your thighs.

“Aw, is baby girl gonna cry? Cause I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Every touch of the pads from his fingers made you even sicker than before. You could feel every place he touched, the disgusting filth they left in their wake. The continued down your stomach, stopping to tickle you softly on your sides.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Your laughter couldn't be contained as he got rougher and rougher, chuckling along with you as he pressed his face close to yours.

“Stop it! I-I’m going to pee!”

“Good. That's what I like to hear.” He grunted, pressing his elbow hard into your bladder all while tickling you. Shame and piss flushed out of you as he groaned, grinding his knee up against your wet, sloppy cunt.

“Look at that! Piggy’s finally rolling around in filth where pigs belong.”

“I can't wait to make a mess of you.”

Humiliation flushed your face and your body, feeling even more disgusted as you felt your own piss on your lower body.

Rappa stood up and took a good look at you, admiring his handy work. A flushed, tearful expression that could be fucked up even more, his favorite face to see. Especially on someone as beautiful as you.

Sitting you up, he sat behind you and took your hair into two separate ponytails before trying them off.

“There, perfect for gripping.”

A rough push landed you on the floor, naked and afraid. One hand grabbed both your ponytails at the same time and steered you to be seated facing his crotch.

“Open wide, piggy.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough for one evening.

“Are you deaf? Open up, you bratty little bitch. Don't make me ask again unless ya fancy fighting me instead.”

Now that was a truly horrifying thought. The man could quickly kill you with a single punch and let Overhaul bring you back to life, only to do it again and again. Those men, especially Kai, had no qualms about taking your life when you decided to misbehave.

Considering your choices, you cut your losses and nodded, opening your mouth slowly and braced yourself for a brutal facefucking.

The man sunk himself into your throat, sitting there when he bottomed out. His hips twitched as you choked and gagged around his massive dick.

“Yeah.” He groaned, pulling out only to slam back in. “That's what I’m talkin’ about. Finally got ya to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Hips thrusting, he set a brutal pace into your mouth. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as your spit and tears made a mess of your face. He paid no mind to your shaking and struggling, only moaning when you choked particularly hard.

“Guess I gotta let ya up to breathe, huh piggy?”

Pulling himself out, he gave you a few seconds to cough and gulp in the air before nudging his way back into your warm, wet mouth.

“Can’t spoil you too much now.” He chuckled.

One hand gripping each ponytail, he tugged them tight and fucked your mouth with vigor. His hips slammed against your cheeks, sure to leave bruises as they started to sputter.

“Y-You’re just so cute, piggy. I can’t last long when you look at me like that.” He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter.

His cock hurt your throat horribly. You could feel the burn of every stroke and spasm into your mouth, tears streaming down your face even more from the pain. Your hair felt like it was going to be ripped out from the sheer amount of strength he was pulling it with.

His thrusts increased in pace as he chased his orgasm, opting to hold the back of your head flush against his crotch when he finally did cum. Making sure to swallow every last drop, Rappa didn't let you up until he was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for Papa.” Rappa jeered, picking you up off the floor by the throat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

Tossed onto the bed, he spread your legs wide and pressed a thumb to your dripping hole.

“And this little piggy wants to get fucked all night long.”

#yandere rappa #yandere rappa x reader #rappa #rappa x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere mha #mha #yandere bnha #bnha #yandere x reader #yandere

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fundamentally-lazy · 3 years

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Charmer

I did it! I did it! I wrote a thing! musical!beetlejuice x fem!reader

Before you proceed:

TW: mentions of abuse

(also alluding to Beej’s Daddy kink because let’s just indulge the man for like a sec, yeah?)

“Tell me about ‘em?” Beetlejuice asks stroking your hair. You groaned into his bare chest, you had woken up from yet another nightmare and while he didn’t need to sleep he still laid with you, some nights like tonight, involved a little bit more than cuddles and a movie. A lot more actually, there were times you did not know how much of it was comfort and how much of it was him trying to literally fuck your ex out of your life. No matter how many times you assured him it was long over.

“Beej, no, come on sweetie, I told you, it was a long time ago.” You soothed.

“No, babe, I know, believe me I know all that,” he grumbled kissing your shoulder. “It’s just I can’t help but think, ‘how bad was it that a demon is an upgrade for you?’ You won’t hurt me doll, I know you’re all mine,”

“It’s just,” you try to explain. “It’s not like they hit me,”

“Yeah my mom didn’t either,” he argued. “They sure did enough to scare you,”

“I’m fine,” you told him, sitting up getting your clothes.

“You’re not, my girl,” he maintained, touching your arm. “You won’t have all these nightmares if you did,”

“They were…,” you began. “It was just a bunch of little things, you know? Death by a thousand paper cuts.” You tried to chuckle. Trying not to say how they hovered, watched you do everything, and nothing was ever good enough. Your clothes were “stupid”, your hobbies were “lame”, your job was “pointless” and everyone who thought differently than them was “extra” and “pretentious”. “It was pulling teeth to get them to just say something nice,”

They would casually throw out brief comments, every time you spent any time with them they were on their phone, never leaving the phone face up when asked about it it was “none of your business”. Eventually, after five years you snuck out under the guise of going to work out. So you stayed with your cousin Lydia, and her friend. A lovely ghost named Beetlejuice, who surprised you every single day.

Try as hard as he might, he never could scare you, you nice looked at him and put an end to all of his attempts.

“Do better Casper,” you joked. “A little bump in the night doesn’t phase me any,”

Beetlejuice fell in love with you instantly. It was easy to be with him, he protected you, he made you laugh, not that it matters but the sex was unbelievable.

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this?” He asked into your hair, once you gave him an abridged version, as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“I,” you tried. “I just wanted to put it behind me,”

“I understand sugar,” he said, mercifully dropping it, “Fuck do you look good,”

“Oh, you need round 2 already?” you joked as he nuzzled your neck. He answered by snaking his hand between your legs, your pussy instantly awakening at his touch. He gave a primal growl in your ear as you reacted to his fingers. The bastard, he knew it drove you completely up a wall whenever he did that. “Lawrence…”

What you did not know was while you in the shower the next day your computer kept beeping,

unknown number: hey

Unknown number: you done cooling off?

Unknown number: call me.

If Beetlejuice’s blood was still moving, it would have been boiling. He closed your computer as you finished getting ready. Kissed you goodbye, and watched you go on your way. That night, he paid the little charmer a visit.

“What are you?” The kid stammered. Beetlejuice loomed over him and bared his teeth. “What the fuck are you?!”

“Shut up, it’ll help you later, I will not hurt you,” he seethed. “You can thank her for that, if it were up to me you would filleted on your fucking roof for what you did to her,” he growled. “But hey gotta keep the little lady happy, right? You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”

“Her, who?!”

“Y/n,” the kid's face went pale white at the sound of your name. “Yeah. I know all about you. Thought you would get a good look at the upgrade.” They swallowed hard at the word upgrade. He could feel his hair getting Scarlet red as his form got back to what he considered “normal”. “She got a real one now, so tell me,” said Beetlejuice, hooking one sharp nail on the kid's jugular. “Did she call you ‘daddy’ too?” You had never called him daddy in all the times you had fucked, but if it made this kid get all squirmy, then he would tell him everything. “No? That’s too bad,” with a flick of his wrist a noose appeared around the kid's neck. He lit a cigarette and took a seat on the gaming chair. “This is cool, it rocks back and forth, I should take this with me, put her in my lap have her ride me in this thing. Betcha, that’s gotta feel incredible. Follow up question, when she comes back from a bad day what do you put on first? Big Mouth or Bob’s Burgers?” he snapped his fingers, causing your ex, to float up to the ceiling still with the slackened noose. “Let’s play hangman! What am I thinking? Guess the word!”

“YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T GOING TO HURT ME!”

“You’re not hurt,” he answered back distractedly. “She said you were a little bitch, but I didn’t think,” he let out a puff of smoke. Shaking his head, almost disappointed at how easy it was. “it’s too easy to scare you, breathers these days are so fucking weak, answer me this charmer, when you would eat her out, did she giggle too? Did you make her laugh when she came? Did you ever make her come at all?” He tightened the noose and your ex flailed. “Shut up, you’ll choke yourself out dumbass, you know who likes to be choked? My little princess back home, who you tortured. Who you hurt I can’t have anyone doing that to her. The only one who should make her scream at night is me, but I hate to brag.”

“What do you want?!” Your Ex tried to scream out.

“I want you to face her,” he said, that was your cue to come out of the shadows. He put his arms around you from behind, dropping his chin to your shoulder. ‘You can do this, baby,’ he whispered into your hairline.

“Y-you wanted me to come back,” you said, wishing he would do the voice trick where he spoke in your voice. But he wouldn’t. You needed to do this yourself. “I wanted a lot of things too, you know, you told me I asked too much of you, I wanted too much from you, and all I wanted was basic fucking respect. I was never good enough, it was always something.” Now you were on a roll.

“Tell em babes,”

“You tortured me, you hurt me, you did everything you could to make me feel small and miserable. Well, fuck you too. The day I left was the smartest thing I have ever done. You call me again,” the rage rose from your throat. “And I will make sure you never speak again,”

“Can I rip the tongue out babes?”

“Not this time, my darling,” he kissed your cheek. “Now, let them go, please,” Beetlejuice walked up to your ex, and handed over a pocket knife.

“Cut your own self out,” he grumbled. Turning back to you, you reached for him.

“Can we go home now?” You asked, pouting. “I’m bored, Daddy,”

“Let’s go, my girl.” He said. “Wait!” he said, shocking you both. Beetlejuice turned around, grab the gaming chair, and scurried back to you.

“I am never calling you that again,” you joked as you were out of earshot.

“You know what? That’s fair,”

#red beej #protective beej #beetlejuice the musical #betelgeuse #beetlejuice x reader #im contributing #i just got out of a toxic relationship so this is a fantasy i have.

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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20 for Vanya?

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

I have a lot of what-ifs and alternate timelines for Vanya lmao, especially ones that prevent the apocalypse because I’m a sucker for a happy ending tbh

What if Vanya was included? Why not? Klaus’s powers weren’t useful for missions, Allison’s story for Claire was literally like “yeah Klaus got distracted by ghosts in the background lol” so it’s not like a kid without offensive powers couldn’t do it

you have rebellious Vanya aus, where she decides, like some neglected children do, so act out. If her father isn’t going to acknowledge anything good about her, she’s going to make him acknowledge the bad. Punishment might be the only time he pays attention to her, after all.

(let’s call this an au where the pills suppress her powers but not so much her emotions)

So you have an au where she sneaks out and joins the missions. She breaks into the mausoleum and picks Klaus up and stares her father down with a challenge in her eyes.

Five vanishes, and Vanya gets worse. She plays her violin at 2 in the morning. She refuses to eat her broccoli. she teams up with diego to see who can piss dad off the most

(her and Diego actually get along very well in this sort of au, honestly)

Vanya gets out and plays the violin and gets angry. She plays with fury and fire and gets second chair, because Helen is actually really very good. But she makes Helen work for it. Helen isn’t secure in her position, she always knows that Vanya is a step away from taking it from her

and maybe that should make them enemies, but it doesn’t. They’re rivals. Helen respects the hell out of Vanya, and Vanya can’t help but admire the woman who makes the most difficult pieces look effortless

(RIVALS TO LOVERS: VIOLIN EDITION)

Vanya writes her book. Except she kicks down Diego’s boiler room door and is like “DIEGO”

“WHAT”

“I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT HOW MUCH DAD FUCKING SUCKS”

“I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

as one of the rebel kids, Vanya actually got along well with Klaus as well since she helped him sneak out and 100% also smoked at least some weed with him because it would piss off Reggie tbh though she didn’t get into the harder drugs like he did

(showing up absolutely plastered to breakfast when they were sixteen was hilarious even if the laps they had to run around the block were not)

anyway Klaus crashes at her apartment sometimes, with supervision, because she loves Klaus but he has a problem and has stolen from her before but he’s still her brother but regardless

Klaus-Diego-Vanya sleepovers where they brainstorm the book to shit talk their father. Honestly it’s kind of a blast. They all get super wine drunk and end up watching Mary Poppins together with some Very Loud Opinions about nannies in general tbh

klaus throwing popcorn at the screen: BOO WHY WAS OUR CHILDHOOD NOT A MUSICAL???

diego: idk if you can have cheery musicals about child soldiers

vanya: i mean if they can have a musical about child labor in factories and the starvation of the workers in oliver twist you could do something with child superheroes

klaus: EXACTLY thank you vanya

they publish the book (luther is uNHAPPY, vanya dedicates her book to ‘all my siblings who survived the Reginald Regime but especially those who didn’t’, and she gifts Reggie a copy that says “fuck you lol” and is signed by her, diego, and klaus), they continue living, they go to the funeral when reggie kicks the bucket

and then five shows up, feral and aching

and five tells vanya about the apocalypse, and vanya thinks about their father saying time travel messed with the mind, and then she thinks - fuck the old man he was wrong about her (ordinary, fuck that, she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves) and he was probably wrong about Five, too

and Five is wholeheartedly believed

“Let me call Diego,” Vanya says when Five tells her about the eye, “I bet he could totally wear a police uniform and get info about the eye. And if not, I’m absolutely sure Klaus could improvise a solution. He’s good at that.”

“Klaus??” Five asks, vaguely suspicious.

“We don’t talk about the Sleepover of 2012.” Vanya intones solemnly, and refuses to answer any further questions on the topic.

Harold Jenkins comes to the apartment and tries to woo Vanya or whatever, and Vanya is kind of like... “Look, Leonard. I can be your teacher for violin. It’s my job. But I am in a relationship. And also like, super gay. If you have a problem with that then I am not the teacher for you.”

Actually scratch Diego and Klaus getting called, which they do, Vanya looks at them and her thirteen year old brother and is like “wait. actually i know someone infinitely better to crack this case wide open.”

“Who?” Five, Klaus, and Diego all ask

“My girlfriend.” Vanya says proudly, called Helen up.

And Helen walks into the building like she’s at fucking war and has such demanding confidence that they just give her the information she seeks and apologize for inconveniencing her.

“Hey Vanya are we still on for date night tomorrow?” Helen casually asks after, and Five kind of wants to be her when he grows up honestly after watching her verbally eviscerate Lance or whatever the fuck his name is

“Yeah.” Vanya confirms, “Unless there’s other apocalypse stuff to do?”

“You take all the time you need, honey.” Helen says warmly, “After all the more time you take the less you have to practice.”

“I’m gonna destroy the concert piece and you know it.” Vanya threatens.

Helen sniffs, “Okay, whatever you say second chair.”

and then they kiss and Helen ditches and the others just kind of look at Vanya judgingly

“In fairness, she’s very hot and very talented.” Vanya defends herself.

Klaus nods sagely. Vanya nods back. He gets it.

“Concert piece?” Diego asks, because he has priorities.

“Yeah, I’ve already asked for tickets for all of you and you will be attending Diego.” Vanya smiles prettily with all her teeth.

“When is it?” Five asks

“April 1st.” Vanya tells him, “And no that isn’t an April Fools joke. You will attend and you will marvel at my skill. And maybe run interference between Helen and Allison because I’m kind of afraid they’re going to rip each others throats out to establish dominance.”

“That’s the day of the apocalypse.” Five informs her.

“Not on my goddamn watch.” Vanya says, because her family will attend her fucking concert and they will make awkward small talk with her girlfriend and the fucking apocalypse has better lay down and get over itself because nothing can stop Vanya’s goddamn plans

“I can investigate Meritech more.” Diego offers, because Lance-or-whatever-his-name-is is clearly shady as shit, “I have police contacts I could go through. Hey Vanya, your concert tickets include a plus one?”

“They can.” Vanya shrugs.

“Sweet, let me see if Patch can come.”

“She’s way too good for you, bro.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth.”

Anyway the point is they all go home, and Diego goes to talk to his police contacts and Five is definitely at home for when Hazel and Cha-Cha attack the mansion, oops.

“Whomst the FUCK.” Vanya yells, kicking Hazel in the crotch because she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves she knows self defense thank you very much

“Ah.” Five says. “Hazel. How’s it going.”

“Just peachy.” Hazel wheezes, “Why’d you betray the Commission?”

“Well, you know. They cut the dental. That was really the last straw.” Five says, sarcastically.

“The dental.” Hazel echoes back, nodding very seriously, “I fucking know. You know physical therapy isn’t even covered anymore?”

“No shit?” Five says, “I mean you’d think with a job as physical as ours...”

“I know.” Hazel howls, vindicated.

“Five.” Vanya says, rolling her eyes, “The house?”

“Oh, right.” Five frowns, looking at Hazel, “I mean. Can you like, leave? And not come back?”

“‘Fraid not.” Hazel actually sounds somewhat apologetic, “You know what the Commission is like. They’re really gunning for you.”

Five nods, because really what did he expect, “Can you leave like, temporarily? I mean you’d pretty clearly outnumbered. I don’t even know where Cha-Cha is, but judging by the furious yelling she probably met our sister and brother and Luther is hard to kill. Trust me, if he wasn’t we would have killed him when we were like, eight. But for real, can you get out of our house? I mean. Storming the den? Seriously? What kind of information did they even give you?”

“They didn’t give us any information.” Hazel responds back, sounding appropriately outraged, “They didn’t even tell us you could teleport.”

“Well that’s just rude. You’d think they wanted you dead or something.” Five muses, “But seriously, get out of my house.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Hazel admits, and leaves, because honestly Hazel is chill like that and knows when he’s lost. And Hazel also has a lot to think about. Like the fact that the Commission sucks and doesn’t even have dental, and how pretty the donut lady is.

and Vanya is just like... okay. Weird. Is that going to happen again? Probably? I mean. Okay, this day has already been so goddamn weird. This week, honestly.

And they keep getting attacked by the Commission. And Vanya finds out someone broke into her apartment and stole her meds. What the fuck.

“Did your shitty assassin friends do this?” Vanya asks, waving an empty pill bottle.

“Why would they?” Five asks, honestly confused.

“Because they’re assholes?” Vanya says, honestly outraged.

“You got me there.” Five admits.

The combined forces of Diego-and-Patch (because Patch is actually thrilled that Diego is asking for help regarding an actual fucking crime) figure out that the eyeballs are being sold illegally

Klaus is not kidnapped so he’s fine, just tagging along and living his best life, however this also means that Klaus does not steal the briefcase and Hazel and Cha-Cha are fine

Vanya keeps Five close at hand because frankly she doesn’t want him to leave again and she did really miss him. Also if she does save the world she can lord it over Helen’s head forever.

And so Five is around when Vanya’s powers manifest, probably because they just got targeted by commission goons again because they’re trying real hard to kill five and separate Vanya

“Holy SHIT.” Five says, very intelligently, “You have POWERS.”

“Wow. Gonna have to write a fucking sequel to the shit-talking-dad book.” Vanya says, honestly a little light headed.

And then Vanya finds out her powers are sound based.

“Oh no.” Vanya says, “Where the fuck are my pills. I am not relearning how to play the violin with-powers a few days before the big concert Five, what the fuck.”

“But you need to learn to control them!” Five protests, “They’re your powers!”

“They’re a goddamn inconvenience is what they are.” Vanya states, “I mean, what am I going to do with them? Stop a bank robbery with the Umbrella Academy? Yeah, no thanks, that ship has sailed and sunk to the bottom of the ocean Titanic style. I’ll figure them out when I’m not in danger of blasting the audience halfway across the continent.”

“Yeah.” Five admits, “That’s fair.”

“Besides, if I’ve been on that shit as long as I have, and it’s been a long time, I cannot even IMAGINE what quitting cold turkey will do.” Vanya points out, very sensibly, like a siblings who has watched Klaus go through withdrawal symptoms more than once.

“Maybe there’s extra at the manor?” Five suggests, “Pogo probably knows.”

“Oh yeah I bet Pogo knows something.” Vanya mutters maybe a little bitterly.

They go back to the mansion and the Commission is honestly pulling their hair out tbh, and they ask Pogo who kind of pales and is like “UHHHH YES I CAN GET VANYA EXTRA PILLS” and goes to get them from whatever stash

“Fucking sweet.” Vanya whispers, entirely done with this situation, “The only adult male role model I had and he hid my powers from me and betrayed me. Love that for us.”

Five shrugs, “I mean, you’re right. All of our adult role models were all kinds of fucked up.”

“You vanished when we were 13.” Vanya says, “Didn’t you find like, any other adults ever?”

“Oh let me tell you about the Handler.” Five says, and proceeds to do just that. Because let’s be real, the Handler was the only human interaction Five had after forty odd years alone it was pretty damn important

Vanya, on the other hand, has strong plans to eviscerate the Handler should the two ever meet because Five deserved way better than to be forcibly made into an assassin?? honestly fuck that woman

that’s it that’s the au

Vanya finds out she has powers and is like “i have a LIFE i don’t want to interrupt it with bullshit POWERS,,, also going cold turkey off my meds seems like a bad idea if I don’t want to deal with withdrawal symptoms during my concert for fucks sake, my gf would never let me live it down if i skipped”

so vanya takes her meds, does NOT destroy the world, makes every one of her siblings go to the concert and even invites Hazel and Agnes after Hazel betrays Cha-Cha to join team No-Apocalypse.

and then introduces them all to her girlfriend

“Holy shit Vanya.” Helen deadpans, “Your family is all kinds of fucked up.”

“I know.” Vanya says, aggrieved, “It’s been a long fucking week. Want to go camping and help me figure out my cool sound based powers? Bet they’ll make me a better violin player than you.”

“I think the fuck not.” Helen hisses, always up for a challenge, “Let’s do this. Me and my violin vs. you and your dumb baby powers. You’re on.”

“FAMILY CAMPING TRIP.” Klaus hollers, with all the enthusiasm in his little heart.

“Holy shit this is going to be such a disaster, I just know it.” Diego mutters.

“Shut up, it’ll be nice.” Allison says, elbowing Diego with her pointy pointy elbows.

“It’s going to be a shitshow.” Vanya says serenely, because it is. That’s just who their family is.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, though

#rebel vanya au #vanya is a rebel with a cause #she's GAY she's got POWERS and she's NEW IN TOWN #vanya discovers her powers and is like 'nope no thank you' the au #i mean vanya was ALMOST like that in canon honestly #vanya and helen are enemies to lovers 500k slowburn orchestra au #vanya plays an extremely complicated piece flawlessly and then helen makes out with her in the concert hall broom closet #helen: i can't NOT fuck her #helen finds vanya's competence and confidence extremely sexy and it keeps her on her toes #vanya is honestly the same tbh with a side helping of 'my girlfriend can DESTROY you'#diego and vanya have matching 'reggie sux' friendship bracelets #allison would like to have a sibling relationship with vanya #allison: you could do better than helen #vanya: hell yeah I can i will wrench first chair away from her #helen: OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU WILL #vanya: I HAVE POWERS NOW JUST TRY ME #and then they make out and allison is left going... what??#far tua long #long post #ask game #headcanon game #Anonymous

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Call me what?

Part of the Calling Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Loads of lovely smut!

Your meeting with the virologists wanting Stark’s lab to consult on their project ran late. You insisted on more information than they’d prepared, but they surprised you by being able to provide it quickly and efficiently. So, taking the time to review it seemed only fair. It proved promising enough to warrant a second meeting.

However, now you were running late to one of Stark’s meet and greet cocktail parties at the New York Avenger’s Tower to keep all the government types happy and on a first name basis with the team. He insisted that all the team members attend, saying nothing greases the wheels like a joke and good martini. Steve insisted that everyone go, because it was important to humanize the team and earn trust. They were both right.

Just as you shut the door of the town car, your phone rang. “Hey, handsome.”

“I hate these things.” Bucky’s voice rumbled low. He obviously didn’t want those around him to hear.

“I know.” You settled back into the leather seat. Your words were sympathetic, but your voice teased. “All those stupid questions. All those ridiculous officials. And Steve would be so cross if you got them all bloody.”

“Doll, you know me so well.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, well, I like to pay attention.” The lights of city crawled passed. The traffic moved slow as so many left work.

“How long before you get here? I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Traffic isn’t too bad. I think another five or ten minutes before I get to the Tower.” You looked down at yourself. “I think I’ll be okay without changing clothes.”

“You always look gorgeous.” Bucky answered immediately, but with complete sincerity.

Before you could dismiss his comment, you took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. “Thank you, Buck. You always know how to make me feel good.”

“Just being honest.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “But, ah, just out of curiosity, what are you wearing?”

“That little black wrap dress you like so much.” You grinned, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.

“And...?” He drew out the question.

“Really sexy four-inch high Farragamo’s.”

“Doll.” He whined.

“And the red strappy set you bought me last week.” You purred.

“Oh yes,” He groaned quietly. “I want to pull that thing apart with my teeth.”

You rubbed your thighs together at the thought. “Well, you’ll have to be good tonight.”

“Oh, I will be very, very good.” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and you practically melted into your seat. He knew exactly how to push your buttons. “I’ll be good again and again.”

“Can’t wait.” You breathed.

“Hurry.” He breathed. “The sooner you get here, the soon we can bail, and sooner I can hold you down and rip that pretty red set to shreds.”

“Really now?” You shifted in your seat, picturing it in your mind.

“Mm-hm.” He chuckled wickedly. “After being so good here, I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself. I can already taste you on my tongue. Having to hide out in this corner, I’m so hard just thinking about it. You wet for me, Doll?”

“You know that I am.”

“l think you should check. Slip those fingers into that wet pussy for me.” He demanded.

“Bucky.”

“The driver can’t see through the screen. Do it. When you get here, I want to kiss your fingers and taste you. Go on, Doll. Touch your pretty pussy for me.”

In the darkness of the back seat, you uncrossed your legs and let your hand slip up your skirt. You were soaking. A small whimper escaped your mouth as your fingers picked up the slickness and rubbed your clit.

“Oh,” Bucky purred. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Buck.” You sighed.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Doll.”

“Doctor,” The driver spoke clearly. “Would you prefer to be dropped at the front door or down in the garage?”

You quickly straightened. “Um, ah, whatever is faster. Thank you.” You could hear Bucky chuckle. “Knock it off, you’re so bad.”

“You love it.”

“I’ll see you in a minute.”

“Can’t wait.”

The buzz of conversation and music assaulted you as the elevator doors opened on the Penthouse Lounge. As you made your way into the room, Pepper spotted you almost immediately gave you a little nod without pausing her conversation with someone you thought might be someone from the mayor’s office.

“Glad you could join us?” Sam’s voice drifted over your left shoulder. His hand came around, offering you a glass with whiskey on the rocks. You glanced at him, eyebrow arched. “Saw you coming. Figured you might need to get a quick one under your belt.”

“Fun night, huh?” You took a drink of the Woodford Reserve.

“Not really.” Sam shrugged. “Tony is still relatively sober. No one has stormed out. Bucky hasn’t hit anyone. Dull as could be.” You chuckled, but Sam went a little serious. “Actually, your boy is on edge. There’s a pencil-dick over there with the whole fire and brimstone vibe. He’s been trying to ask everyone if Bucky is truly ‘repentant’.”

“Seriously?” You frowned, downing the other half of your drink. “Who the hell is he?”

“I think he’s some National Security Deputy Kiss-Ass.” Sam grumbled.

“Thanks for the drink, Sam.” You handed him the empty glass. “I’m going to find him.”

“Anytime, doc.” He kissed your cheek. “And that dress is smokin’.”

You grinned and began to weave your way through the crowd, easily spotting Bucky and Steve across the room. Steve saw you coming, his serious expression morphing into a bright smile. Ah, you thought, this should be fun. Creepy dick guy was taking to your boys. At Steve’s smile, they all turned to see your purposeful walk in their direction.

Relief filled Bucky’s eyes.

Without hesitation you walked straight up to Bucky, cupping his cheeks in both hands and kissing him. Your tongue slid over his lower lip and he instinctively opened to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and bending you back.

His lips pulled away just a bit. “Hey, Doll.”

“Hey, Handsome.” You smiled against his lips. Steve cleared his throat. Without moving you added, “Hiya, Steve.”

Bucky chuckled and stood you up straight. He caught your right hand in his left, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your fingers. Only you noticed the deep breath he drew in through his nose, or the twinkle in his eye. “Glad you finally got here.”

“Me, too.”

“And this is?” The man had a gravely voice, like he smoked two packs a day. He didn’t smell like it. However, he did look at you as if smelling something foul.

“Sorry,” Steve gave a tight smile. “Wallace Flanigan, this is Dr. Y/L/N,”

You provided him with a smile, but did not offer a hand.

“Doctor?”

“Yes.” Steve smiled. “She’s one of Stark’s top research doctors and consults for some the world’s leading public health agencies.”

“Truly? Well, I understand why you would keep your maiden name.” He commented.

Bucky’s fingers tightened in yours.

Leaning back against his chest, you pulled your entwined hands so Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist. It placed you physically between them. Forcing yourself to appear relaxed, you smiled. “You misunderstand, Mr. Flanigan. I’m the Sergeant’s lover, not his wife.”

Somehow the man’s back straightened even more.

Plastering a fake look of innocence on your face, you continued. “But I suppose it’s flattering that you would assume, if we were married, I would not take his name in order to maintain a professional name of my own. I mean, considering his name is so highly renowned.”

Steve smirked into his bottle of beer, staring over your shoulder. He obviously was sharing a look with Buck.

“It’s true he has a reputation.” Flanigan growled.

“More than one.” You gave a genuine giggle. “Now, I’ve just arrived and I’d like to steal my man away for a few minutes, if that’s alright?”

“See you later.” Steve fought not to laugh.

You turned in Bucky’s embrace. “Buy me a free drink?”

“Anything you want.” His blue eyes locked on to yours with hot intensity. Bucky glanced at Steve, then the other man, “Excuse us.”

Bucky’s arm around your waist held you close as he led you away, toward the bar. You hand slipped under his suit jacket to rest on his lower back. “Well that was fun.”

He paused, his lips pressing against your temple. You could hear the laughter in his quiet voice. “That was fucking amazing.”

Clint lifted a hand and the two of you made your way to where he and Sam leaned against the bar. Barton waved two fingers at the bartender, who quickly arrived with two more drinks. “Okay, who made Wally’s head explode?”

“What?” Bucky frowned, letting you go only long enough to hand you the drink.

“The two of you had your backs to us. Pencil-dick looked like he was going to have a stroke and I know that look on Rogers. He was trying really hard not to laugh. Which one of you is to blame?” Sam smiled.

“That’s all her.” Bucky grinned. “Set that fucker straight, smiling the whole time.”

“Hey, I just corrected him and said I was your lover not your wife. I could have said I was your fuck toy.”

Barton choked. Sam barked a laugh.

Bucky’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his head shaking. “Naughty girl.”

You offered him your hand, in an old fashion gesture. “But, sir, you love it.”

He took your hand, bowing his head and kissing your fingers. His tongue lightly touching your skin hyper-sensitive senses kicking into overdrive at the scent of your sex. “That I do, beautiful lady.”

“Saps.” Sam mumbled.

You happily shared the silent secret of just how naughty you’d been with those fingers just before arriving at the party. “Buck, can we get some air?”

“Sounds good. Guys.” He nodded and followed you out onto the balcony. The cool night air swirl about, lifting the hem of your dress a bit, making him smile. He set his nearly full beer beside yours on the table just outside the door before following you to the railing.

“Look really sexy in that suit.” You purred, as your hands slid around his waist.

His palms ghosts over the silky fabric covering your breasts, feeling the hardness of your nipples. Bucky’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips. The cool fingertips of his left hand ran along neck of dress, petting the flesh of your cleavage. “Jesus, I want to rip this open.”

You leaned forward, tipping your face up. Bucky’s mouth covered yours, drinking in your kiss. The heat of his body stood in stark contrast to the cold night air. His left hand moved up to tangle in your hair. Teeth nipped your lower lip, sending a shiver straight to your cunt.

“Can we get out of here?” You breathed.

“Yeah,” Bucky looked around, before pulling you to the opposite balcony door. Just inside a door led to a service hallway, clear of the party. A cart full of used glasses waited, but the hall was otherwise empty. He tugged you close, hand digging into your ass as he brutally kissed you again.

Just as your leg came up to his hip, you heard a little squeak and a “sorry”. You giggled against Bucky’s lips. He growled and pulled away. Taking your hand, he strode down the hall again.

In the elevator, you tugged his tie loose and let it hang around his neck. Bucky stared as you deftly unbuttoned his shirt, you only got three buttons undone before the doors opened again. Moments later the two of you stumbled into your suite, arms wrapped around each other, mouths licking and nipping.

“Finally.” Bucky grinned wickedly. He pulled the tie at your waist, allowing the wrap dress to fall open. He licked his lip as you pushed it off your shoulders to expose the red set underneath. The lace and thin straps perfectly constructed to hold you in place. “Hell, yes.”

Standing there in barely anything while Bucky remained fully dressed, staring at you with hunger, felt incredibly hot. You turned, strutting in your heels, ass swaying, towards the bed. A low strangled noise came from Bucky.

Before you made it to the bed, Bucky rushed you, wrapping you in his strong arms. He kissed you, hard and powerful. His tongue swept along yours, pulling a mewl from your throat. The cool metal fingers of his hand dug into the meat of your ass to pull you tight against his hard need.

Bending forward, Bucky’s hot wet mouth clasped over your nipple. His hand squeeze your flesh. Teeth grazed at your nipple, soaking the lace of your bra. Demanding, powerful. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling. Breathing deep, filling his head with the scent of your need, he bit down and pulled at the fabric. His fingers tearing at the sides, the bra tore apart.

You gave a little squeal as he tossed you on the bed. The look of feral desire upon his face created a flame of he between your legs. You felt your cunt clutch, knew you were dripping with need. His tongue slipped out, tracing along his lower lip, as your legs fell open.

Bucky tossed his jacket aside, removed his belt and untucked his shirt. You watched as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. Fuck, that might just be sexier than him just taking the thing off. You practically whimpered. Your reaction did not go unnoticed.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a wicked smirk.

Bucky put a knee on the bed. He took your ankle in hand, lifting your foot and trailing a wet line to your inner thigh. His face rubbed against your silk covered mound, breath hot, whiskers making you shiver. His mouth covered you, tasting how you soaked through material. He growled as his teeth gentle scrapped over your sex.

You clutched the bedcovers. Fire flooded to your core. “Oh shit, Buck.”

His dark and rich chuckled made you shiver again. His fingers slid aside your panties, teasing your sensitive flesh. Slipping fingers in deep, he stroked.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Bucky’s voice rumbled over you flesh. His fingers pulling moans from your throat. He leaned closer, sucking on your clit. “Taste so good.” You whined. He rose up enough to watch your face, to capture you in his gaze. His strong fingers stroked hard and fast. “Love to watch you come all over me.” Your body tensed, coiled. “Love it. Then I’m going fuck you hard.” You began to shake. “Gonna fill you up.” You snapped, heat flared, nerves on fire, as you came over his hand.

Wet and sloppy, he still stroked you. As you writhed and panted as he held you down. “Yes, beautiful, Doll. Fuck, yes.”

You felt the panties tear. Bucky flipped you over, pulling your ass to him. The tip of cock slid over once, twice, before plunging into you deep. You cried out. Buck growled. One hand digging into your hip, the other on your shoulder, he slammed into you fast and hard.

Glancing over your shoulder, he still wore his clothes, just freed his cock. “Oh, shit. Bucky. So fucking good.”

He pulled you up, arching your back. Buck wrapped his hand around your throat, turning your head toward the dressing mirror across the room. “You like that? The look of me fucking wrecking you.”

In the mirror you saw yourself, naked and flushed, bent back as Bucky pounded into you. He stood one knee on the bed, one on the floor, dressed. His powerful forearms and hands molding you to his need. Face intense, Bucky stared back at you in the mirror.

“Answer me.” His hips pumped hard.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Your body clenched at him, so close to coming again. Your hand slid to your clit.

Bucky sped up, the force nearly knocking the breath from you. You gasped a choked cry as your orgasm crashed violently over you. His chant of “yes, fuck, yes” turned into a growl. He emptied himself, holding you against him tight.

His arms were around your upper chest and your waist. You held his arms against you as your breath began to return to normal. His nose nuzzled into your hair, just behind your ear. “God, you’re amazing.”

“Best fuck toy ever, huh?” You sighed, head lolling to the side to submit to his kissed.

A lazy chuckle shook him. “Doll, you are one of kind and I am one lucky son of bitch.”

Joy mingled with sated happiness. “I’ll take that.”

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sunmaylight · 3 years

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TGCF Book 3 Reaction pt.3 - Wind Master’s Self-Designated Quest & The Events that Happen After

I am back again with reactions & comments for when I read book 3.

This is honestly fun for me because I can look back at what I read and remember my first reaction to everything. I can also see how things connect to make up each arc by going back and reading them.

I really want to start book 4, but completing this first so I compose myself and not be a mess of emotions reading it. Cause, any book that is mainly about Xie Lian’s past is bound to be filled with angst and possible tears for the guy.

Ch 102: The Love for All Seasons Stew, the stew Xie Lian made and Shi Qingxuan is enthusiastically wanting to try some, shares with Ming Yi. Hua Cheng eats it like nothing and gives Xie Lian feedback

- Me: Ah, RIP Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi. It was nice knowing you two.

Start of the Venerable of Empty Words

Ch 103: The stew knocks out Ming Yi and sends Shi Qingxuan to tears. Then Shi Qingxuan hallucinates

- Me: You know, by this point Xie Lian should have his own warning label to prevent this from happening in the future. What if he made something for Jun Wu and kills him with his cooking? Actually, that sounds pretty funny. This just in: Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu defeated by a plate of questionable food made by his favorite Heavenly Official, Xie Lian.

103: Shi Qingxuan tells a horror story. Xie Lian feels a cold breeze and discovers it’s made by SQX.

- Ah, I think I’m understanding more that Heavenly Officials are really eccentric. Especially the upper court.

Xie Lian casually mentioning he has encountered a Venerable of Empty Words in the past and how that ghost left him after staying with the fallen god for almost a year.

- Me: *sobs* Xie Lian.

Wind Master talking about his past before ascension and then post ascension

- Me: Okay, but did you actually ascend?

Learns about Heavenly Calamities

- Me: Well, that will surely be relevant in the future.

105: Investigating for the Ghost. Learns that from a tampered list that Hua Cheng killed vengeful, malevolent tyrants

- Me: Hua Cheng, who else have you killed? How the fu-dge is it that you are more productive than Heavenly Officials in making sure nothing bad happens?

As the group was going to leave, Xie Lian remembers the kids (& Qi Rong).

Hua Cheng: I have already called a babysitter. Don’t worry about a thing Gege.

106: The group was teleported to the wrong place.

- Me: Well, aren’t things starting out just lovely.

Hua Cheng changed clothes and Xie Lian Noticed.

Hua Cheng & Xie Lian exchange verbal communication passwords. Hua Cheng’s password has Xie Lian blushing.

- Me: WHAT IS IT?

Xie Lian’s password: “Just recite the Ethics Sutra a thousand times.”

- Me: ...Is that a joke? Xie Lian, if they actually had to recite that, it’s like saying you don’t want people to talk to you.

Xie Lian’s password is revealed to be just that phrase. He set it up as a joke

- Me: goddamnit. I have been bamboozled.

Learning about the legend of the Potential Scholar He, who was mad smart but got a lot of people wanting to crush him out of jealousy. He died after getting his revenge against those who were gatekeeping him.

- Me: HI! WHERE IS THE SHRINE FOR THIS GUY. I NEED A SHRINE TO WORSHIP SCHOLAR HE AS WELL AS A CERTAIN DIANXIA AND HUA CHENGZU

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng now have to play Mafia in a four man group.

Ch 108: A game to sniff out the Word Ghost. The game reminds me of the Japanese Game, King’s Game.

- Me: Is there a Chinese equivalent to the King’s Game?

SQX -’king’- Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have to strip each other. Just one layer

- Me: If this was me to my crush, I would be weirded out to do this in front of my friends. Unless if I was drunk

SQX to Hua Cheng (from the book): “What’s the worse suffering in the world?”

Hua Cheng: “To watch with your own eyes your beloved be trampled and ridiculed, yet unable to do anything. That’s the worse suffering in the world.”

- Me: (ToT) Hua Cheng. I got to mark this down. Hua Cheng’s beloved and him need their happy ending.

Ming Yi to Xie Lian: “What’s the biggest regret of your life?”

Xie Lian: “My Second Ascension.”

- Me: !!! Xie Lian, what the F*CK happened during the shortest ascension recorded in Heaven?

Ch 109: Hua Cheng lends Xie Lian a ‘bit’ of spiritual power. Xie Lian does a palm thrust and blows off the roof of the temple.

- Xie Lian & Me: ...Hua Cheng, that’s a little bit?

Hua Cheng: Was that not enough? I can lend you more.

Ch 110: Hua Cheng puts on a mini fashion show to Xie Lian in the middle of something important.

Xie Lian: *focus is pulled away to stare at Hua Cheng*

- Me: Okay. Cute, but please focus. There is a time and place for everything. Now is not the time!

Water Master is suppose to prepare for the third Heavenly Calamity. SQX is kidnapped

- Me: What if this is the third calamity? Having to save SQX from the Venerable of Empty Words?

Xie Lian wants to do a soul-shifting spell, but Hua Cheng is stopping him.

- Me: Hm, does Hua Cheng know something? That is suspicious.

Ch 111: Venerable of Empty Words says: “Don’t worry, with your eyes wide open, you will watch the person coming to seek you die before you!”

- Me: *Thinks of Hua Cheng for Xie Lian* Shit, it got to Xie Lian. I really hope this doesn’t happen in the future. Cause, it’s not like Hua Cheng can die by conventional means since his ashes are ***** - Safe

Wind Master is revealed to be wearing a lot of treasures and gems on their person

- Me: Why is Wind Master wearing all of that?

Soul-Shifting spell ends, Xie Lian hears Hua Cheng’s voice

- Oh shit. I think Hua Cheng is mad.

SQX: “This is the Terrace of Cascading Wine. It’s where I ascended”

- Me: Wait, SQX is one of the Four Famous Tales? The odd one that is like Qi Rong that is about a guy who ascended for just pouring wine?

Learns that Xie Lian was actually sleeping when he ascended.

- Which ascension did that happen at?

SQX is in hysteria after Shi Wudu grabs him. SQX was acting suspicious before then SWD arrived.

- Me: Wow, what happened to SQX? D-did he actually fail his Heavenly Calamity and this is part of the punishment? Do Heavenly Officials get an advance notice that they have a Heavenly Calamity they have to face? Or is he behaving like this because of the removal of all of those artifacts and jewels?

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Ch 113: Hua Cheng sent a step-litter, a step-litter that is very extravagant, to Xie Lian. Hua Cheng is giving Xie Lian a fancy carriage ride towards somewhere.

- Me: Wow. What an obvious sign that Hua Cheng has deep feelings for Xie Lian

The whole Step-Litter Scene of Ghost calling Xie Lian Hua Cheng’s ‘lady’ while he was in the Step-Litter and everything after until they drop Xie Lian off at Puqi Shrine

- Me: THIS NEEDS TO BE ANIMATED

Xie Lian’s new banner: “Return Babes through Miraculous Hands”

- No words

Hua Cheng helping Xie Lian do a task of working in the field. There is an indescribable tension that has been created through Xie Lian’s dense brain

- Me: Man, you can slice the tension with a sword and they still wouldn’t realize anything.

Xie Lian has a mysterious donor who filled his donation box with gold bars. He decides to return them

- Me: Yes, good for you Xie Lian. You do you.

The Drama between the Wind and Water Masters

- Me: You know, there is someone on YouTube who animated this part. I can now only visualize that while reading through my notes.

Earth Master forged his shovel to be his spiritual device. Ming Yi, Shi Qingxuan and Xie Lian travel through the tunnels dug by the Earth Master’s Shovel under Heaven

- Me: Wait, does this mean technically anything can be made into a spiritual device?

SQX can’t access his spiritual powers

- Me: shit. Did he actually fail a Heavenly Trial against Reverend of Empty Words?

The three are forced to dig and end up at Quan Yizhen’s palace with Pei Ming behind them

Pei Ming: QYZ, help me out and capture them

QYZ: *sees Xie Lian and remembers what he did for him during the Lantern Festival* - Grabs bed and throws it at Pei Ming- YEET!

Xie Lian tosses dice and the three end up at Puqi Shrine again. Xie Lian is greeted to the sight of a shirtless Hua Cheng finishing up some labour work with using E-Ming.

- Me: Is this going to be Xie Lian’s gay awakening? Will he finally acknowledge he has feelings for Hua Cheng?

Xie Lian immediately calms down and gets back into action

- Me: dang it!

The group, now with Hua Cheng, teleports to the Rain Master’s land. They exchange what they know and Xie Lian is drawing a very terrifying conclusion.

- Me: So, if there was a chart of the four famous tales compared to the four great calamities based on comparing their authenticity of tales

- Xie Lian Hua Cheng (They have to match somewhat)

- Princess who slit her throat White No-Face (Both have very little knowledge and seem very much bamf)

- General who broke his sword Black Water (Just vibes based on their names)

- Shi Qingxuan Qi Rong (Don’t really match the others, but are famous enough to get on the list)

Xie Lian connects the dots on Scholar He's name

- is that even possible?

Pei Ming arrives and then the group moves to Shi Wudu’s Heavenly Trial ground cause mortals are in danger. Their mission is to help the mortals and not get in the way of Water Master.

Hua Cheng changes into a fisherman outfit

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng share a tender moment with a steam bun. General Pei watches them

- Me: Oh? Pei Ming, what did you notice? Did you notice the potential ship between the two of them?

118: The ship somehow wandered into the Ship-Sinking Black Water’s territory.

- Me: Oh no. The drama.

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Alright, here seems good. The next part will be the Wind & Water Master Arc pt 2 (?). At least I think so since the Wind part was discovered and now it’s the Water part that’s next.

You know, I really wanted to comment on a bunch of other stuff. Especially the Hualian moments, but decided against it cause there are some things that should be read

#sunmay rambles #sunmay reads tgcf #sunmay reads tian guan cifu #sunmay reads heaven official's blessing #sunmay reads hob #tgcf #hob #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob spoiler #tgcf spoiler #book 3 spoilers #halfway through the wind and water master arc

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years

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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader || My Little Flower

pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Warnings: mentions/memories of abuse, angst, guilty todoroki, guilty bakugo, Panic attacks, angst, fluff

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida.

Description: When one of Katsukis harmless insults Sends you flashing back into your abusive past you fear what he’ll think of you. Will your friendship possibly be ruined because of this? A.N: ok so I haven’t been able to watch a bunch of this show yet cause online schooling I’m going off of the fan fiction I’ve read so don’t come at me please. I love this fandom and honestly it would break my heart if I offended someone. I hope you enjoy. Also for the sake of things pretend that UA is a college

I walk next to one of my best friends not noticing his heterochromiac gaze in me. I bite my lip deep in my thoughts i was still relatively new to the idea that I actually have to stay at UA college ever since it became a boarding school and to say I was nervous was a understatement, who would I be with? How would the rooms work? Would it be by class? What if I didn’t know anyone? What if- “y/n,” shotos soft voice besides me brings me from my thoughts. I hummed in acknowledgement feeling my cheeks heat up worried he would be upset I was being like this. “relax.” He whispered softly placing a hand on my shoulder and letting out a warmth to help against the cool winter wether. I felt some of the anxiety leave me.... some. Of course he wasn’t mad he knew how I got, anxious I was doing something wrong breaking an unspoken rule or not making everyone happy, worried constantly about grades, not caring for myself, all because of them. I smile apologetically at the duo colored hair boy. And he returns one back.

But that doesn’t mean my anxiety’s of the dorm rooms would go away. We got to UA our bags in tow behind us as we walked up I saw a some of the people who have become some of my truest friends. Izuku Midoriya was standing next to Ochaco Uraraka, and I could see both there faces had a slight flush as there arm kept brushing against one another. I also saw Tenya Iida standing with them he was our class representative. I was still shocked I was in a class with such amazing people. As we came closer I also saw three other people approaching. Mina Ashido smiled brightly at me rushing to give me a hug while leaving her bag to the two men she was walking with, I gladly welcomed the embrace needing it but never forgetting Shoto was right there because truth be told I would be crying already had it not been for his constant presences. Due to her sprinting towards me it grabbed the attention of the group of three I had already noticed but my eyes where closed shut clutching to her. When we pulled away her two companions Eijiro Kirishima, and Katsuki Bakugo where also there now along with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. “Hi everybody!” I said happily willing the heat rising to my cheeks down. Whenever Bakugo was around my heart soared and butterfly’s formed in my stomach and if I dint keep my emotions down a flower crown would soon be forming on my head. Todoroki place a cooling hand on my back calming me but I think he did it to calm the heat glaring to my cheeks as all the eyes landed on me.

“Hey there pretty lady!” Kiri said to me smiling pulling me into a hug and I gladly hugged my red haired fiend. He was always so happy which made it easier for me.

“So does anyone know how this is all going to work?” I asked worried maybe I was the only clueless one. Most everyone looked confused except of course for Iida. “We will be placed by classroom into rooms all classes will have one common area but all of us have bedrooms, I am unsure at the time if any of us will be sharing.” I nodded my head “Of course no boys and girls will be sharing. Right?”

He gave a pointed look to me. “W-what’s that look for?!” I shrieked as I could do nothing to hide the blush. And when shotos hand left me due to him covering his mouth as he laughed it only seemed down my neck. “Oh come on we all know you and Todoroki are together!” Uraraka spoke smiling, Shoto stopped laughing.

“Not so funny know huh Shoto?!” He only glared at me But there was no heat behind it, and looked at our friends. “Me and y/n are not together.” He spoke seriously. All there faces turned to confusion and Midoriya spoke first. “Wait your not? But you two call each other by first name and you don’t do that to anyone else!” He said defensively. “Well yeah Shoto does it out of respect I don’t do it because none of you have given me permission to do so. Besides Shoto is like my brother, I could never do anything like that.” I smiled over at him and he returned it.

“Maybe stop making heart eyes at icy hot and maybe we’ll believe you, shitty woman.” Bakugo scoffed Kirishima hit his shoulder rather roughly at the look on my face. Usually his playful insults never bothered me and I’d fire back but that one.... he Used that one. Shoto without thinking shot out in front of me shielding me from everyone as I took a few steps back slowly. Third person P.O.V

Todoroki knew the moment the words left Bakugos mouth what would happen. He quickly moved in front of you and Shielded you from view. Kirishima never liked when his bakubro spoke to you that way knowing of his feelings towards you and yours towards him but he looked over and saw as you took a few steps back. Your eyes seemed to glass over and you had a far off look, one that reminded him of the pro hero’s who had seen to much in there time.

Everyone made a move to get closer to you but you quickly stepped back again, Shoto took another step forward practically growling, but you where to busy turning around to notice as you ran off. Todoroki let you knowing you needed space for a minute but he would give you no more time than that.

“What the fuck happened icyhot?!” Bakugo spoke daring anyone to mention the worry that leaked into his voice with a glare. No one mentioned it to worried, they had never seen you like that. You had an energy like Kirishima always happy and smiling always helping others. And your reaction to the name was not anticipated. So often you would fire something back at Bakugo that he was left feeling horribly guilty. Before anyone could ask Todoroki made his way to you.

Your P.O.V

Warning abuse flashback

I ran to the only place I had felt safe in all of UA it was a hidden garden long since forgotten at the back of the school. Once I had found it the first few days of school I instantly fell in love my quirk blossomed here. I could control all things natural from the elements to plants and animals. I could make animals listen and plants grow. But I also had the power to kill said plants easily. The trail of death I left behind in the grass as I ran a clear path to anyone but i was to far gone in my mind.

“You want to be a hero?!” His cold voice echoed in the basement the voice I still longed to hear praise come from. “Your quirk is nothing compared to mine. Do you hear me?! NOTHING! And besides....” he grabbed my throat roughly making me meet his eye, “your gonna be my slave for the rest of your stupid life.” His cold eyes once so filled with love broke the last part of my spirit I had left, I bowed my head in submission.

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“Oh shitty woman!” His voice echoed through the house to my cage in the basement i whimpered. “Be ready cause I’m just pissed of tonight!” I shook out of both fear and coldness. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything except my shackles. He liked to keep me chained up my wrists attached to a chain that was liked to a metal collar around my neck. My feet also cuffed together. Both allowing me to move but never escape. I was his slave, his dog, his shitty woman, his punching bag, and his fuck hole. I had no other purpose anymore. I haven’t spoken to any of my loved ones in months? Years? Time blurred together, especially since I was locked away in the dark damp windowless basement. I heard his foot steps come thudding down the stairs, he held a knife in his hands, he liked to make me bleed.

I can’t tell how long it’s been, hours, days, minutes? All I knew was he wasn’t stopping and I knew one more cut, one more kick, I would be gone I couldn’t stop the happiness that flooded me I would be free.

I didn’t notice Shoto coming towards me till he placed his cool hand on one cheek and his warm one on the other the two temperatures grounding me slightly

“y/n come back, you’re in your garden remember? I got you out of there, he’s gone he can’t hurt you.” His words shifted my thoughts to what happened next.

The hope I had just felt was suddenly ripped away as the doorbell rang. He growled and stormed upstairs stripping off the bloody shirt. I couldn’t hear anything but suddenly I heard his frustrated scream through the whole house the name he cried barley recognizable since the amount of time it has been since I heard it but a part of me knew.

“Todoroki!!” I laid there stunned... Todoroki? Thoughts of a pair of heterochromia eyes popped into my brain. The piecing blue and grey, but they held warmth. I could remember his hair two colors both white and red. I heard frantic footsteps rush down the stairs.

“y/n!” I heard a man yell I flinched but looking up I was met with those warm eyes except they had worry and fear i ached to take that away my mind still foggy on how I knew him. and it suddenly all came back, the times we spent laughing so hard tears streamed down our faces, sneaking into his home to see him when his father shut him away, sparing with him, creating flowers the same color as his eyes and hair.

“Sho...” I whispered the ghost of a smile in my eye the last thing I heard was his calming voice

“Don’t worry sweet flower I’ve got you”

“Sho?” I spoke the fog slowly leaving my brain I squeezed his hands to my face. “That’s it, there you go...welcome back.” I looked around and sighed but it was quickly turned into a hitch in my breathe as I saw the path of death I had created, quickly with a wave of my hand it was regrowing, Shoto smiles at me. “Sorry about that.” I muttered quietly he shook his head pulling me into a hug, “never apologize,” He pulled me away slightly staring at me directly in the eyes. “Never.” I nodded and he smiled at me grabbing my hand and helping me stand. It was getting dark so we headed back to what was now our class dorm.

When I entered I was quickly pulled into a hug I recognized it as Kirishima and hugged him back letting him hold me for a while as Shoto walked off going to his room. When I pulled away I looked behind him not seeing anyone else. “How is he?” I asked softly. “I should be asking about you.” He smiled softly “but of course you always worry about everyone else... he’s upset, to say the least but not at you more at himself.” I nodded and kiri showed me to my room turns out we didn’t have to share much to all of our reliefs. We loved each other sure but our own space was nice. It had been several hours and in that time I decided to clean my room, unpack everything, read something and scroll through social media all to distract myself from the inevitable nightmare I would have. But of course I drifted to sleep and of course I had a nightmare. I woke up hot a sweaty shaking away the flashes of the dream, I was back with my ex but this time he made bakugo watch as he did things to me and he begged and cried even though I knew the real bakugo had never shown such emotions to me but it seemed so real.

I walked out to the kitchen the mere thought of his eyes looking that way and my ex made me once again cry. I bit my hand the way I always did and before I knew it snow was falling above me.

“y/l/n?” I heard a voice behind me I turned around and saw none other than bakugo. The sight of his eyes made the sob I was holding back rip from my throat. They where the same eye from my dream the same look of pain and sadness in them.

“Katsuki-” I stopped myself despite my sobs. I felt a surge of dread wash through me. I knew I called him that in my head but to say it to him felt so rude without permission. I fell to my knees my hands taking position in front of my chest clasped together as I softly whispered

“I’m sorry I meant no offense bak-” I was cut off my soft hands cupping my face and sweat pants clad knees brushing against the skin of my own bare knees. “Don’t, katsuki is fine. I’m more concerned about what’s wrong?” I pursed my lips shaking my head. He sighed as he hoisted me up into his arms and began walking into the living room type area. He set my on the couch and then sat himself down next to me. “So tell me y/n, what’s wrong.” I took a deep breathe studying myself. He gave me all the time I needed and I was grateful. I sighed running my hand through my hair as I stood up. “what I’m telling you only Shoto knows I’m trusting you to keep this information to yourself.” He nodded sitting up and I felt like he had the same commitment to that Silent promise As he did to trying to be number one hero. “I was with an ex... and we where together towards our senior year of high school. You probably didn’t notice but well we went to the same high school you, and i know you knew that. But you probably didn’t notice my absence towards the end of the year. Well my boyfriend snapped or something and he... he made me his slave. Locked me in the basement, kept me chained, he would abuse me in every way possible. Sexually, physically, mentally, emotionally... and well Shoto... when he found me I was an inch from death and I was ready to welcome it with open and willing arms... that was a year ago.” His breathe hitched.

“Thanks to someone’s quirk a lot of the memories are gone... for the most part, I still have triggers and nightmares. One of those triggers being what he used to call me. I was his fuck hole, his slave, his... shitty woman.” I watched his hand fly to his mouth anger seeping into his eyes. “And today, I called you- oh my god I am so sorry!” He truly looked like he was about to pass out. “Is that why you where upset just now? Because of me? I can get my room transferred probably I’ll do whatever I ca-” I shook my head. “no not directly you, it was a nightmare I had but well uh.... you where in it.” I watched color leave his face I knew what he thought so I quickly stopped the thought from continuing by adding “my ex was doing those things in front of you! He was making you watch and I had to watch you... I had to watch your beautiful vermillion eyes be covered in pain and sadness and worry. And well you came into the kitchen and that’s the exact look i saw. And the reason it affected me is because I like you katsuki. A lot and honestly I’m sorry, because who wants some broken cry baby to be head over heels for them but I am and I understand if you don’t wish to speak to me again.” before I could comprehend what was happening I was being pulled into his arms. His scent of burnt sugar and caramel invading my senses. His hands moved through my hair and I hummed at the feeling.

“i feel the same way about you baby.” I sighed as I moved closer to him and he in turn pulled me into his lap. He rubbed his hands steadily up and down my back as he layer down on the couch. “I’m sorry all of that happened to you, I’m sorry I said that to you, and I’m sorry that I never went to check on you in high school. Truth is I did notice I just thought you moved or something.” We sat in scilence for a little while till I spoke up again.

“Katsuki...” he hummed “what am I to you?” He moved my head so I was looking at him. I saw his vibrant eyes and they warmed me throughout even my whole soul. “you... you’re my little flower, so delicate under harsh conditions but no matter how heavy the foot or how harsh the winter you’ll come back as vibrant or even more vibrant than before. You are my light, and my everything and if you will allow me the honor my girlfriend.”

Tears brimmed my eyes “Oh god, I’m sorry. Don’t cry! Shit! Um-” I cut him off smiling and he sighed and visibly relaxed.

“i would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, firework man.” I gently leaned down my lips a hairs breath away from his and he leaned in closing the distance I sighed I had wanted this since I first layed eyes on him. It felt so nice.

“Goodnight katsuki.” I whispered as I kissed his jaw cuddling back into his warm bare chest on,y now realizing his attire but not caring enough to be embarrassed. “goodnight my little flower.” The last thing I heard before drifting into sleep was “ill protect you, always.”

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ris-harp · 3 years

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The Rest is Silence: A Deaf Hamlet Story. Chapter 1

Tonight seemed the perfect night to talk to spirits, if Horatio believed the movies. It was just after midnight, and purple-blue fog obscured the full moon and cast a ghostly glow over the land and trees. Hooting owls echoed their chants from the woods on both sides of the narrow cobblestone drive where Horatio stood. The wet began to seep into his five-thousand dollar Don Adriano jacket. He stifled a shiver and continued down the lane. Finally, he reached the end of the road and stood before the black iron gate emblazoned with the rampant lion of the Dane family crest.

Frank’s severe voice drifted out from the guardhouse, barely louder than the hooting owls. “Who’s there?”

“A friend,” Horatio warbled elongated haunting notes back into the darkness.

“Is that you, Rato?” Frank wasn’t laughing. No surprise there, really.

Horatio stepped up to the camera and smiled. “Just his ghost—“

“You’re late.” Frank snapped.

After a moment he iron gates rattled and the door to the guardhouse popped open.

Horatio sauntered through the gate and into the small guardhouse. “Quiet watch tonight?”

“Too quiet.”

Horatio took off his wet jacket, rolled it into a ball, and tossed it on the floor in the corner. Smiling, he wiped the moisture from his glasses with his shirt. “So you haven’t seen the thing again?”

“No.”

“Well, that makes sense.” Horatio scoffed as he put his glasses back on. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. I bet you’re just not getting enough sleep.” He picked a half-finished airline bottle of vanilla vodka off the desk and raised an eyebrow. “Or else you’re drunk on baby liquor.”

“I’ve seen it every day this week.” Frank snapped, ripping the bottle away from Horatio and drinking the contents.

“It’s only Wednesday.”

“Just wait. It’ll show. I guarantee it.”

Chuckling, Horatio shook his head.

A heavy quiet as thick as the fog outside followed. Frank squinted, staring through both.

“You got any more?”

“Huh?” Frank turned his scowl to Horatio.

Horatio signed « alcohol ».

Frank raised an eyebrow.

“Booze, my friend. You really should learn some sign. The basics at least.”

Frank shook his head and opened a file cabinet. He pulled out another tiny bottle. “Since Ham’s been gone, it really hasn’t come up.” He tossed the bottle to Horatio.

“You know he just got back into town this afternoon.”

Frank shrugged.

“I think maybe you’re going crazy, Frank. Too much sorority girl liquor.”

Horatio settled into the wooden chair at the back of the guardhouse and drank the vodka in a single shot. The vanilla vodka warmth settled into his stomach. He leaned back with a smile and a sigh.

“You know, Bernie saw it, too. Last week when he covered my shift. He said he saw a bright green light in the west.”

“I went to Arden with Bernie since middle school. He used to say he couldn’t join the lacrosse team because he was too busy playing polo. The guy couldn’t join cause he was on a scholarship. He’s F.O.S. You shouldn’t indulge—“

“Shh.”

“Him.”

“Shut up.” Frank urged in an even more severe tone than Horatio thought was possible. “Get over here.”

Begrudgingly, Horatio roused himself from the surprisingly comfortable wooden chair and walked to the observation window.

“Oh my god, Frank! Look! It’s fog! And more fog! Wow!”

Frank danced into his coat and tossed on his scarf. “Come on.” He pushed past Horatio and went out the door.

“Dude, for real. This is getting silly.”

“Why did you even come out here, Rato? Huh? If you don’t want to see him? If you don’t believe, you could have stayed home.” He didn’t even look at Horatio as he jogged out the door.

“Fine. Show me.” Horatio followed Frank outside. He immediately regretted leaving his jacket on the gatehouse floor.

Horatio shivered.

“Stop here, Rato.” Frank stopped Horatio about ten feet from the gate and took off his scarf. “I don’t think we should get too close.”

He handed the scarf to Horatio.

“Thanks.” He wrapped it around his ears and neck and looked out into the cloud-covered night. “What am I supposed to be looking at, Frank?”

“Ten o’clock. To the west. Toward the family plots.”

Horatio squinted in that direction. It was just fog. Swirling yellow and green glowing fog about fifty feet away.

“Fog, Frank. Seriously.”

The owls fell silent.

Yellow and green?

Horatio rubbed the moisture off his glasses with Frank’s scarf and refocused.

Yes. It was yellow and green.

From the cloudy swirl emerged a vaguely man-shaped figure.

“Very funny, Frank.” Horatio chuckled.

Frank said nothing.

“Bernie! Welcome to the party! Frank’s got lady booze!” Horatio shouted. “How are you doing that glowing thing?”

Bernie didn’t answer.

Horatio turned to Frank. “How’s he doing that?”

Frank gawked, unblinking as Bernie steadily slid closer to the gate.

“Frank?”

Frank was a terrible actor. Commitment to a prank was not something Frank was particularly known for. In fact, Horatio couldn’t remember a time where Frank had ever even made a joke. Unless maybe his whole existence was some elaborate farce.

The obscured person stood maybe twenty feet away now.

The clouds parted.

This glowing, green, gliding figure came into focus. It was too imposing to be short and scrawny Bernie. It must have been over six feet tall with shoulders half as wide. Its tuxedo tails faded to mist behind him.

“Holy f— fog.” Horatio exhaled a puff of curling vapour as he took a step toward the gate. “Who are you?”

The figure stopped its advance.

Despite Frank’s scarf, Horatio’s ears burned in the cold. The hair on Horatio’s bare arms stood on end.

“I command you—,” half-mocking fear cracked Horatio’s voice. “For real. Say something!”

Yellow-green light flashed in a hundred branching lightning bolts. Then steadily the figure in the distance became smaller and dimmer until it looked more like a dying firefly than a man.

The owls simultaneously took up their songs again, and the clouds dissipated. He and Frank stood alone under a full moon and a starry sky.

“He won’t talk to me either, Rato.”

Horatio pretended to listen to the owls for a moment as he searched for his voice. “It looked like Mr. Danes.”

Frank nodded.

“But Mr. Danes is dead.”

Frank nodded again and walked back into the gatehouse.

“Will it be back?” Horatio asked, unable to move.

“Not tonight.” Frank called back from inside the tiny building.

“What—“ Horatio cleared his throat. “What does it want?”

“If I knew, I would have taken care of it myself. He won’t talk to any of us. Not me, not Bernie, not Mark.”

“You think it’ll talk to Ham?”

“That’s actually why I asked you to come. We don’t really know Hamilton well enough to ask him.” Horatio’s jacket smacked him in the side of the head and landed on the ground at his feet.

He turned and glared at Frank, who stood expressionless in the doorway. He picked up his jacket and shook it out. It was buttoned up before he realised he was no longer cold. “You mean, you don’t like talking to the deaf guy.”

Frank didn’t say anything, but Horatio saw shame in his eyes.

“No worries, Frankie.” Horatio snarled. “Are you on duty tomorrow?”

Frank nodded.

“I’ll bring him by.”

“Don’t be late. And bring your own—“ Frank paused and fumbled with his hands until he signed « deaf school ».

Horatio’s chuckle got lost somewhere between his heart and his head.

« Alcohol » Horatio showed the correct sign with a sigh and a shake of his head. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you shouldn’t bother with it.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Horatio studied the spot where the ghost of Mr. Danes had stood only a few minutes ago. He shuddered.

“You gonna let me out?”

The gates buzzed and rattled open. Horatio strode forward down the driveway, giving the spirit’s area a wide clearance. He walked down the lane to his waiting car, all the while wondering if he would sleep tonight.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Weep For Yourself, My Man (you’ll never be what is in your heart)

Day 1- Maria

Definitely not my best work—I did poor Maria dirty, but it’s something!

Title is from Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons because I apparently always associate with Maria when I hear it or need a title

Word Count: 1724

TW: Blood

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The “break room” was the entire cast’s safe zone and to be invited into such a haven alongside one of the queens was like an honor. But Maria always felt more giddy when it was Bessie who wanted her to tag along. Bessie was much more aggressive and prickly than all the queens combined, so to be trusted by her was like being given a chest full of jewels.

Upon stepping inside, the two Ladies were instantly bombarded by the smell of coffee. Anne and Kitty were already in the room, playing on their Switches at the round bar table against the wall. They paused whatever game they were playing together to greet Maria and Bessie with matching beaming grins.

Cathy and Aragon soon joined the group in the break room. For most of that period of time, the six of them just messed around inside, talking about what their plans were for the upcoming fall holidays and catching up on any good rumors.

Kitty soon jumped up, eyes glowing. “I want to go ice skating!” She exclaimed.

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Cathy agreed with a nod.

“Doesn’t it?” Kitty was absolutely glowing with excitement at the idea. “We can go on a lake! A frozen lake!”

“I thought we were going to skate on one that wasn’t frozen,” Bessie mused sarcastically, earning a giggle from Maria and a playfully stern gaze from Aragon.

“Okay, smart alec!” Kitty said. “Let’s see your skating skills! Since you think you’re so good that you can skate on water!”

Bessie furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. “I never said that.”

“Ooooh, Bessie is scared!” Anne teased, causing a raging red blush to flare across Bessie’s face!”

“I am not!” Bessie barked. She yanked off her boots and actually began to slide around on the tile. Maria gave her an impressed look, while Aragon made a small, disgruntled noise.

“The floor is a little dirty...” Aragon muttered, but shook her head and dismissed it.

“Imagine Christmas, but instead of drinking out of cups, everyone drinks out of drench guns.” Anne then said with complete seriousness.

The others laughed loudly at that statement.

“That would look so weird. You would have to stick the probe down your throat and basically inject the drink into your mouth to swallow.” Bessie said.

“It would be funny!”

“What’s a drench gun?” Kitty blinked.

“It’s what people use to get medicine or fluids into an animal’s mouth.” Cathy explained.

“I used one before.” Maria said. “In our past life. For a baby horse. You have to stick your fingers in their mouth to open their jaw.”

While saying this, out of the corner of her eye, Maria noticed Bessie trying to find the drawer for a pair of large, sharp scissors that had been left out. A pang of fear jolted in her chest when she saw the gleaming silver blades.

“Elizabeth!!”

The bassist jumped and Maria suddenly regretted yelling because time seemed to slow down just long enough for her to watch as the scissors slipped from the hands they’re held in and plunged directly into Bessie’s foot.

An awful, piercing scream that Maria hasn’t heard in years ripped through the air.

The break room erupted into complete pandemonium.

Everyone is screaming. Bessie has collapsed into a shrieking ball of pain, her eyes bulging so wide they look like they might pop out of her sockets. Hot fountains of blood are gushing from the wound in her foot with the scissors sticking out like some kind of horrible monument to this moment.

“What’s up Jake Paulers,” Cleves said while walking inside. She froze when she saw what was going on. “Oh. OH!”

Aragon was the first to snap out of the panic. She dove to Bessie’s side, cradling her head in her lap to keep it off of the hard ground. She was crying, Maria realized; Aragon gently thumbed away her tears.

“It’s okay, darling, it’s okay,” She murmured gently. “You’re going to be okay.” She turned her head away from her. “Someone call 999!”

“M-maybe we should take the scissors out?” Kitty suggested in a shaking voice. She looked around for help, only to find that her cousin has backed away from the growing pool of blood dizzily.

“We can’t.” Cathy said. “We have to keep them in so the blood will clot. And we don’t know if they punctured any major arteries or vessels.”

“Then-then what do we do to help?!”

Bessie wailed, a high pitched sound of agony.

“SOMEONE CALL 999!!” Aragon yelled again. This time, the others stop floundering around like panicked wildebeests that were just shot at and did something. Kitty pulled out her phone to call an ambulance.

Aragon took off her jacket and haphazardly wrapped it around Bessie’s foot to try and stop the flow of blood, earning a sharp cry of pain from her daughter figure. It visibly broke her heart from the way her mouth twisted into a guilty, pitiful frown. She gently stroked some hair out of her face.

“I know, I know,” She said softly, “I know it hurts, but it’s going to be okay.”

She slid her arms under Bessie and hoisted her up bridal style. Bessie immediately curled up with her head resting on her chest, shuddering and shaking with pain.

During all of this, Maria is frozen. The sight of her dear friend getting stabbed and then her dropping to the floor kept replaying in her head. The only thing she’s thinking is: “What the fuck have I done?”

Aragon hurried out of the break room and to the lobby with the others on her heels. Workers in the hallway jump out of the way and stare in disbelief when they come by. Kitty is still blubbering on the phone. Blood drops are left in their wake.

Jane was one of those people in the hallway, as she was going to the break room to meet up with everyone. She gasped in shock and ran up to their side, asking about what happened.

“Bessie dropped scissors on her foot apparently,” Cleves said, equally as confused, but just as concerned as everyone else.

And it’s all Maria fault that it happened. That part is left out, even though it’s true. If she hadn’t yelled this wouldn’t have happened. Bessie had known what she was doing. Maria just wanted to protect her, but she ended up hurting her in the end.

This is her fault. They need to say it. The blame should be on her, not Bessie and her clumsiness.

“Someone should be on the way,” Kitty said, putting her phone away. She’s as white as a ghost. Adrenaline must have made her sound like she knew what she was talking about on that phone call.

“Good.” Aragon said, holding Bessie closer. She’s sobbing into her chest. The yellow jacket awkwardly tied around her foot is now dark red. “Jane! Drive everyone over to the hospital!”

No other instructions were needed—nobody dared to go against Catherine of Aragon when she was in such a state.

Aragon was the only one who was allowed to ride in the ambulance with Bessie, as she had refused to let go of her. Maria could have gone, too, but she couldn’t. It didn’t feel right, so she rode with Jane and the others.

Aragon had been glued to Bessie’s side the whole time, stroking her hair and soothing her through the pain. She was overwhelmed with worry, too scared to leave her side for a second. Her bond with Bessie really showed in those moments and Maria realized how close they actually were.

Closer than she and Bessie ever were.

Because Aragon would never make her drop scissors on her foot.

When asked about what happened, Maria spoke up to tell the doctors and the others who hadn’t been in the room about how she had startled Bessie, which caused her to drop the scissors. Nobody blamed her, so she had to do it herself.

That’s why she was pacing in the waiting room of the hospital, twirling a lock of hair like she did when she was nervous, muttering to herself. The others watched her with a pitiful expression. Jane was the one who eventually stood up to calm her.

“Maria?”

“What?! What?” Maria yelped.

“Breathe.” Jane set her hands on Maria’s shoulders. “Breathe, honey. You’re freaking out.”

“B-but,” Maria stammered. “Sh-she— Bessie—”

“—is going to be okay.” Jane lifted her hands to cup Maria’s face and smooth back her unruly hair. “Bessie is going to be fine, love. It wasn’t anything major.”

“B-but—” Maria doesn’t seem convinced. She’s trembling with worry. “Wh-what if a nerve was punctured? What if she can never stand again? What if her foot gets amputated?!”

“Oh, honey...” Jane murmured. “You have a lot of pent up anxiety over her, don’t you?”

Maria whimpered pathetically and lowered her head. “I-I can’t lose her again...”

She soon dissolved into tears and found herself clinging tightly to Jane. Instantly, warm arms are wrapped around her, holding her together as best as they could. They weren’t Bessie’s arms, but, for now, they would have to do for now.

Half an hour passed. Maria nearly toppled over when she leapt up when Bessie’s name was called. She followed the nurse into the back rooms, eyes widening when she saw the bassist lying in a hospital bed with her foot sewn and wrapped up.

“Hey, Mars,” Bessie greeted with a tired smile. “Good to see— oof!”

Maria practically catapulted herself onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Bessie and immediately bursting into tears all over again. Aragon, who had been sitting at the bedside, smiled softly.

“Bessie,” Maria wept. “Oh, Bessie— I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Shh, shh,” Bessie stroked the crying girl’s hair comfortingly. “It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

“B-but wh-what if you—”

Maria shut up when a kiss is pressed to her forehead.

“I’m okay, Maria. I promise. All I needed were a few stitches.”

“But you were screaming!”

“I had scissors in my foot!” Bessie laughed. “It hurt!”

Maria blushed. Bessie kissed her head again.

“You sweet girl,” Bessie murmured. “Thank you, my love. For being so worried about me. But never call me ‘Elizabeth’ again. It’s weird when you say it.”

#ladies in waiting week #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six fanfiction #maria on the drums #bessie on the bass #catherine of aragon #katherine howard #anne boleyn #jane seymour #catherine parr #tw: blood

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skogmancalahan · 5 years

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Could you expand on the wolf imagery in your Bran and Arya meta? Many ppl believe sansa and jon are the WOLVES of house stark (me a little) it would be really helpful if you could give us more on Bran and Arya being wolves in text

Alright *cracks knuckles* let's do this. Since I’m currently working on Branrya parallels I have some stuff saved. Obvs Sansa and Jon do have wolf imagery as well, Jon more than Sansa but Arya and Bran are the Stark siblings with the most wolf imagery as prev. mentioned. Having wolf imagery that’s as heavy as theirs is to show how strongly they are connected to their Stark heritage (aka the show can kiss my ass).

Bran and Arya both value the idea of a pack, whether that be through Ned’s ‘the pack survives’ speech to Arya or simply because they think of themselves as wolves like Bran. And the fact that their family - in their minds - is synonymous to a wolf pack.

Summer's howls were long and sad, full of grief and longing. Shaggydog's were more savage. Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two . . . two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too? Bran wondered. Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady's Shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together? - Bran I, acok

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." - Arya X, acok

They are both searching for their pack (despite gaining new packs - gendry and hot pie in Arya’s case - and summer’s wolf pack in adwd):

Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb's men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. - Arya V, asos

They were his now. They were pack. No, the boy whispered, we have another pack. Lady's dead and maybe Grey Wind too, but somewhere there's still Shaggydog and Nymeria and Ghost. Remember Ghost? - Bran I, adwd

Arya deems it necessary to have a pack, she literally lives by what her father taught her about wolves:

There is no place here for Arya of House Stark, she was thinking. Arya's place was Winterfell, only Winterfell was gone. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. She had no pack, though. They had killed her pack, Ser Ilyn and Ser Meryn and the queen, and when she tried to make a new one all of them ran off, Hot Pie and Gendry and Yoren and Lommy Greenhands, even Harwin, who had been her father's man. - Arya II, affc

They are both leading packs like bad ass wolf children:

She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell. - Arya II, acok

A few snaps and a warning growl, and the female and the tail submitted too. The pack was his. - Bran I, adwd

Remember how “The Starks know no music but the howling of wolves." and Bran and Arya are the only stark siblings who we’ve seen actually howl. It's an homage to how Stark they truly are.

"Oooo," Bran cried tentatively. He cupped his hands around his mouth and lifted his head to the comet. "Ooooooooooooooooooo, ahooooooooooooooo," he howled. It sounded stupid, high and hollow and quavering, a little boy's howl, not a wolf's. Yet Summer gave answer, his deep voice drowning out Bran's thin one, and Shaggydog made it a chorus. Bran haroooed again. They howled together, last of their pack.- Bran I, acok

But when she looked again she realized they were only a pack of wolves. She cupped her hands around her mouth and howled down at them, "Ahooooooooo, ahooooooooo." When the largest of the wolves lifted its head and howled back, the sound made Arya shiver. - Arya I, asos

They are also the only siblings who have been implied to have wolf blood like Brandon (who Bran’s named after) and Lyanna (who everyone says is similar to Arya). Coincidence? I think not.

The Walders might be scared of them, but the Starks had wolf blood. Old Nan told him so. "Though it is stronger in some than in others," she warned. - Bran I, acok

You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you. - Arya X, acok

There’s also the fact that they both find strength in being wolves (as wargs and as starks). They draw bravery and courage from being wolves:

"I'd sooner be a wolf. Then I could live in the wood and sleep when I wanted, and I could find Arya and Sansa. I'd smell where they were and go save them, and when Robb went to battle I'd fight beside him like Grey Wind. I'd tear out the Kingslayer's throat with my teeth, rip, and then the war would be over and everyone would come back to Winterfell. If I was a wolf . . . “ - Bran I, acok

Arya went to her knees. She wasn't sure how she should begin. She clasped her hands together. Help me, you old gods, she prayed silently. Help me get those men out of the dungeon so we can kill Ser Amory, and bring me home to Winterfell. Make me a water dancer and a wolf and not afraid again, ever. - Arya IX, acok

Yes, Arya thought. Yes, it's you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he's a Stark, he's more wolf than man, and so am I. - Arya VII, acok

I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. - Arya X, acok

He was wolf. He was hunter and stalker and slayer, and he belonged with his brothers and sisters in the deep woods, running free beneath a starry sky. He sat on his haunches, raised his head, and howled. I will not go, he cried. I am wolf, I will not go. - Bran VII, acok

"Bran the boy and Summer the wolf. You are two, then?" "Two," he sighed, "and one." - Bran I, asos

I'm not a lady, Arya wanted to tell her, I'm a wolf. - Arya IV, asos

That’s only the tip of the iceberg, there’s so much more in their wolf dreams. I hope that helped you understand where I’m coming from when I say Arya and Bran are the most connected to their wolf heritage. D&D did them dirty. If any two starks should have been quoting ‘the pack survives’ (ARYA’S QUOTE BY THE FRICKIN WAY AS MENTIONED IN MY PREVIOUS META), it should have been them.

#arya stark #bran stark #house stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #got #ask vee #asoiaf meta

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What up Amanda, you know that I need some Memori fic more than ever at the moment so based on your recent sentence prompt post: 37, 38, 46, 70, if you’re feeling crazy ambitious. Love you ❤️

geez I’m so sorry I’m just not getting to this - it came in just as I got sick and then Life happened so here I am like a month later with some spicy Memori modern-day AU post-breakup angst content

ALSO PEOPLE this lovely lady ^^ graduated high school recently so send her some love and congrats for surviving the misery that is the American educational system

37. “You still remember?”38. “I guess I just wanted to know if you missed me.”46. “Take me home… please?70. “I need someone to hear me.”

Emori is used to her new normal. No, really, she is.

It was agonizing at first. She wasn’t sure what hurt more: the silence in the apartment after John moved out or the ghosts that lingered in every corner the longer she remained. Even small things like the squeal of the kitchen faucet or the creak of her mattress would a pang through her heart that left tears in her eyes.

It’s been six months since then, and she’s...fine. Not okay. Not good, not even happy, but fine. She’s settled into a new routine of work-home-cook-clean-sleep-repeat, punctuated by wine nights with Raven and the occasional Friday night dinner with Monty and Harper. It’s still awkward to see Echo and Bellamy because she knows John is – or was, she doesn’t know and never asked – staying with them, but whenever she sees their names in her phone she smiles and sends a quick text to make sure they’re okay.

The hole in her heart where John’s smile and hands and kindness used to be hasn’t healed. She deals with that by never prodding at the wound.

After sleeping for 11 hours, she decides to pass the remainder of her Saturday at the coffee shop underneath her apartment building. It was her favorite place even before she moved in upstairs during her last year of the mechanical engineering masters program she thought for sure would be the death of her. Their coffee – and the corresponding deliveries she later learned they only made for her – got her through her thesis. Surely, she thinks, it can get her through this.

She isn’t surprised to see Harper at the counter when she walks in, bent over a heavy law textbook that looks like it weighs more than her. “How’s that going?” Emori asks as she approaches.

When Harper looks up, Emori winces internally at the dark circles under her eyes. “When was the last time you slept?”

Harper shrugs. “Can’t sleep. I live off coffee and adrenaline at this point.”

“I’m sure Monty loves that.”

“I don’t,” comes a faint voice from the back room. Emori snorts.

“What can I get for you?” Harper asks, slamming the book closed dramatically and pushing it off to the side. “Is this a tea-and-honey day or a ‘please elevate my blood pressure with six shots of espresso’ day?”

“Just tea, please,” Emori says, laughing a little. “I have the week off since we’re done writing grants for the lab.”

“I never understood why they call it that,” Monty says, tossing Harper a bullet bag of coffee beans. “‘Grant writing’. Aren’t you the ones applying for the grants? You shouldn’t have to write the damn thing too.”

“That’s not what that means,” both Harper and Emori say, in near-unison. Emori remembers that Harper is studying non-profit law, and lets her have this argument with her fiance while she takes a seat-

Or, tries to. John is there, sitting on the overstuffed couch near the fake fireplace that emanates real warmth. He’s staring into the glowing red light, face unreadable. Emori feels a strange cocktail of anger, frustration and something else swirl in her stomach. How dare he be here? she thinks, though she has no right to. On the heels of that anger comes a longing to sit down next to him, tuck her feet under her legs and lean against his shoulder like she used to.

She takes the hot mug Harper hands her without thinking and dips her right thumb into the burning liquid, hoping the pain will startle her from this irrational desire to take him back even though it’s not what he deserves.

He looks up suddenly, as if sensing the pain in her thumb and her heart. They lock eyes for only a minute before he stands. “I’m sorry,” he says, fast. “I know this is your favorite place, I just-”

“You still remember,” she says, without meaning to. Her voice sounds far too soft. She hates it. She sucks on the burn on her finger just to give her mouth something to do other than say stupid phrases that sound like they belong – along with this whole situation – in the kind of cheesy romantic movies she and John used to make fun of.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, sharp.

He shrugs, familiar sardonic smile crossing his features. “I guess I just wanted to know if you missed me.”

He’s hurting himself, and he’s using her to do it. “Fuck you,” she hisses.

“Language!” Monty says reflexively. She turns to shoot him a glare. When Monty actually looks up at her, his expression changes from mild to ‘want me to throw this guy out for you?’

Emori shakes her head minutely, then turns back to John. “Get up,” she says softly, and he does. “Let’s go,” she says, and he does.

She marches him up to her apartment, slamming the door and dropping her bag – and nearly her coffee – on the table before turning to face him.

“What, John?” she asks, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She can see his eyes tracking the movements, lingering on her bare left fingers. “What do you want?”

He gets defensive. “Damn, are you going to listen to me before you rip my throat out?”

“Depends,” she shoots back. “Are you going to say anything worth my time?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. There’s something under his eyes that makes her stop, think maybe he isn’t using me to hurt himself. He looks tired, yes, but stronger somehow, as if he has learned something about the world in the months they’ve spent apart that has enabled him to stand on his own feet, maybe even without looking over his shoulder.

Or, she thinks, this could all be wishful thinking and she could just be an idiot girl still hung up on her ex.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” he says, and those words deflate Emori’s anger like a popped balloon.

She crosses her arms over her chest. She can feel her heart fluttering. “Sorry for what?”

John shakes his head, backs up so he can lean against the arm of her – their – couch. “Everything.” His voice shakes. “I know I fucked up. I was too possessive; I wanted to keep you to myself and I got jealous because I thought you would get tired of my dead weight.”

Emori laughs once, short. “Why?”

“Because you were taking your life places and I’m just…” He gestures to himself. “I’m just here.”

Emori can feel herself start to tremble. It’s bone-deep, this shaking. For a second, she wishes she could pause this moment and call Raven for help. But that’s impossible, so here she stands. “John…”

He holds up his hands. “You don’t have to say anything. I just...needed someone to hear me, I guess. Preferably you but, you know.”

They regard one another across the room. Emori takes several halting steps toward him. He doesn’t move away.

“I wasn’t going to leave you even if I got smarter than you,” she says, awkward, halting. “I left because you were unhappy with me for going farther than you. I need someone who will help me excel, not get jealous when I do.”

He nods. “I know. I’m sorry. I was selfish.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, “you were. But we all are sometimes.”

He sighs, thin shoulders moving. “Do you want to stay?” she asks, tentatively. “You picked the couch. You know it’s comfortable.”

He looks like he wants to say yes, but he shakes his head instead. “Take me home, please?” he asks softly. She isn’t sure whether or not she’s imagining the tears in his eyes.

They don’t say anything to one another on the way to John’s place. The only thing that gives Emori a little hope is the feeling of his skin on hers when she rests her hand atop his on the car’s center console and he doesn’t pull away.

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cosmicdaya · 6 years

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look-alike, love again | part 3

{summary} : someone learns more about someone

{warning} : swearing ( spoiler-free )

{word count} : 1749 words

{pairing} : smol bean!peter parker x reader, fuckboy!tom holland x reader

{requested} : no one

{type of story} : series

{continuation} : (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

{author’s note} : thank you so much to those who loved this series!! Thank you so much for your support and love! Plus I will only continue this series if it reaches more than 150 notes I WATCHED IW AND I CRIEED (no spoilers tho) pssst #lalaps

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You dragged your pillow and your blanket all the way to Room 305, where Ned, Peter, Michelle and Rowan were awaiting your arrival. You knocked on their door a few times, before deciding to call one of them. As you unlocked your phone, the door swung open to reveal Rowan in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

You plopped yourself down on the couch as you hugged your pillow tightly. You stared at the television, not paying attention to the movie playing.

“Hey Y/N, you okay, man? What did you mean by you were fucked in the groupchat?” Ned asked you, bringing a bowl of ice-cream to eat.

You snatched the ice cream from him and started eating it as he looked at you in shock.

“Okayyyyy, that means our girl is in big trouble now. Ok, honey spill the tea,” Michelle announced.

You told them everything about how to tried to kill Mr Harrington and how you are stuck with an annoying dumbass as a roommate.

“Oh shit, bro. That’s so bad. I would probably go crazy if I was in your shoes,” Rowan slung an arm around you as you kept eating Ned’s ice-cream.

“Where’s Pete?” you asked, realizing the absence of your friend.

“Oh, he’s at the library to do some revision. He did text me saying that he is on his way,” Ned replied.

You nodded your head, setting down your bowl of ice-cream on the table. You heard a knock on the door and went to open it. You saw Tom standing there.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” you asked, confused.

“What do you mean, Y/N? I am Peter,” Peter clarified, knocking you into your senses.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that my mind is pretty messed up these days,” you scratched the back of your neck, trying to cover up the fact that you mistook him for Tom Fucking Holland.

He gave you a boyish smile which made your knees weak. It’s not that you didn’t like him, maybe you did. It’s just that you were too afraid to tell him that you like him and no one knows about your not-so-little crush on him.

“Why are you here? Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! uhm, uhm,” he started to stutter, making a mess out of himself.

“Ah, it’s just that my roommate has some important stuff today, so I will be crashing here today,” you explained to the cute boy in front of you.

“Where are you sleeping tonight? ‘Cause Rowan’s room is under ‘construction’,” he said using air quotes.

“Oh, Y/N, I can crash with MJ and Rowan, you can stay with Peter,” Ned said to you.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and you gulped and saw Peter who was as pale as a ghost.

“Is it ok with you, Pete?” Ned asked Peter, sending a wink at his way that you were unsure why.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I am going to my room to freshen up first. Y/N, you can just come in,” Peter proceeded to walk to his room.

You cleared your throat and picked up your stuff, heading to his room.

Oh boy, it’s going to be a long night.

You sat down on Peter’s bed as you took in your surroundings. You noticed that his room was a light shade of blue filled with everything related to Star Wars and Tony Stark. You smiled widely as you saw the Star Wars poster you gave to him on his 15th birthday hanging on the wall.

You reached for the nearest magazine and started reading it as you waited for Peter. As the bathroom door opened, you smelled the manly smell of his body gel. Peter walked in with a towel loosely hanging on his hips, his rock hard abs on show for you.

Your cheeks turned so red and you tried to calm yourself down but unfortunately for you he took no notice of you. When he was going to remove his towel, you cleared your throat loudly to inform him of your presence.;

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I am s-s-sorry, I didn’t-um- notice that you w-were here,” Peter stuttered as he scrambled around for his pants. You turned around as he wore his boxers and slung a tank top over him.

“It’‘s okay, Peter. Anyways, I should say thank you to you as I am crashing at your place,” you said.

He gave you a soft smile as he sat down next to you. You could feel the body heat emanating from him and it gave you comfort as you were shivering.

“So, movie night or...drama series night?,” he raised his eyebrows.

Fuck, that was cute.

“We have class tomorrow but it starts late. I don’t know,” you reasoned.

“So, drama series night it is,” he said as he turned on Gossip Girl for you to watch.

You snuggled up close to him as he lay an arm over your shoulder. The comfort of you against him slowly lulled you to sleep.

The only thing you remember before going to sleep is Peter setting down on the bed.

You woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring loudly, threatening to rip off your eardrums. You tried to reach it to press the Snooze button but something was holding you down, not allowing to move.

Wait, this doesn’t even sound like my alarm...

You opened your eyelids to see a creamy pale neck and chest. You looked up a little and saw Peter’s arms around you in a hugging manner with a bare chest. You felt content and happy looking at the view in front of you. You could stay like this forever.

What the fuck, man? Come back to your senses!

You tried to move from your spot without waking up Peter, but you were futile at your attempt.

“Hey Y/N, good morning, love,” he said as rose, rubbing his eyes to make his vision clearer.

You gave him a soft smile before you looked at the clock near the bedside. The LED screen showed that the time was 8.00 am in the morning. Your class starts at 8.45 am.

“Oh shoot, Pete. I have to go now as my class starts soon. See ya soon!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your stuff and made a beeline for your room.

Peter just sat there smiling like a goof, reveling in the fact that you just slept with him, not in that way, but in a good way.

As you were heading to the cafeteria after the class, you stopped by the receptionist to take a pamphlet concerning an extra course that you were planning to take.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a notice in your peripheral vision. The notice said “ SUMMER PLAY : The Prince and The Pauper” and to also include the name of those who are interested. You grabbed a pen and scribbled down your name as fast as you could.

MJ, Ned and Rowan were waiting for you at the cafeteria, because Rowan wanted to meet up and tell you guys something about Tom.

“Ok, as we all know, Tom is a playboy who is rude to everyone and I found out the cause of it,” Rowan crossed her fingers in a sassy way.

“Wait, I thought that was a disorder he was born with?”

“Ned, that’s just plain rude, man,” Michelle frowned.

“Okay, okay, I was just joking. Come on, Rowan, spill the beans,” Ned raised his hand in a surrendering motion.

“So, Tom used to date a popular girl called Laura in high school. Their relationship looked good on the outside but actually it was wrecked as hell. There were also rumors that Tom went through depression,”

“Just one day before their two year dating anniversary, Laura broke up with Tom because she was cheating on him all this while. Tom then changed school and no one from his old high school heard from him ever again,”

“How sure are you of this?” Ned raised his eyebrows.

“My sources, I have. Very trusty, they are,” she replied with a smirk.

“A very good reference, that was,” Ned let out a hearty laugh.

Tom laid against the couch of the common room, the soft glow from the television illuminating his face. He slowly played with the curls of his hair absentmindedly.

His thoughts were filled with you. Thank God, he didn’t have any classes today or he wouldn’t have paid attention. It wasn’t like he ever paid attention anyways.

Why didn’t she sleep here?

Does she hate me that much?

A soft rustling sound from the other side of the room woke him up from his thoughts. He first shook it of as the sound of leaves rustling, but he got alerted when he heard a loud thud.

He took the baseball bat that you used and held it in a ready-to-strike position and tried to find the source of the sound. He let out a breathy gasp as he realized it was coming from your room.

Is she sneaking in?

Tom’s hand was on the door knob as he tried to steady his breathing before opening the door. When he opened the door, he got the shock of his life.

It was Spider-man on the floor clutching his side.

“Holy shit, you are Spider-man! My childhood idol!,” Tom practically shouted on the top of his lungs.

“Dude, chill. Where’s Y/N?” the masked hero asked without looking at Tom.

“Oh, she’s not here yet. Wait, how do you know her?” he asked her.

Spider-man just responded to him with a grunt as tried to stop the blood flow from his side. Tom noticed the blood seeping through his suit and his mask and ran to the common room to take the first-aid kit.

“Wait, you can’t take off my mask!,” Spider-man protested as Tom tried to pull off his mask.

“Then how you expect me to treat you?!” Tom shouted in his face.

The masked superhero reluctantly took off his mask to come face to face with his doppelgänger.

“What in the world?” Peter muttered under his breath as both of the young teenagers stared in disbelieve.

“Do you know you look like Tom Holland?” Tom asked Peter.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Me, Bitch,”

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chrisv73-blog · 6 years

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Secrets - Part 1

Word Count: 3,712

Warnings: None mostly fluff.

Panic. The emotion gripping me as I all but sprinted from behind the bar and into the ladies room. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Being alone with him in my environment- his smell, his sounds, his skin, his hands, thighs- everything made any self-control evaporate into thin air. I was unraveling.

Two long years since I’d set eyes on him. This man had a hold on me unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Now he was here and I was so stunned- I ran. His ghost still haunted me like a secret you can’t tell.

I felt like such an idiot. Facing myself in the cracked mirror of our dingy employee restroom I rubbed my hands under the faucet splashing water across my cheeks.

A light knock came at the door. “You okay in there?”

“I’m fine.” Embarrassed. Stupid. Flustered. But Fine.

I stared, disheartened at myself in the mirror. “What the hell was I going to do now?” This was my job. I had to go back; smile, pretend, sling some drinks and make rent. Whispered dirty things, winks, grins, napkins full of phone numbers with broken promises was expected as a bartender. Give the experience and make them love you.

Having him walk through the door was never part of the plan. He is not the plan. A kaleidoscope of flashbacks were scattered in my mind. “Fuck, shit, shit, shit!” I slammed my hand down on the cracked ceramic sink.

I cracked the door and stepped out hoping that whoever I replied to was long gone.

Leaning against the wall there he was, waiting for me. Gorgeous and dripping, of course, he had to be even better looking than I remember. He couldn’t go from 19 to 21 and not be every woman’s fantasy now, a fucking international pop-star. I could not mortify myself in front of a less famous ugly- ex. No, definitely not.

I avoided eye contact. “I’m not fine. But I will be.” I hesitated before continuing.

Surely he knew how bad he broke me. He knew that some scars don’t heal. He had heard the stories from his friends by now.

Lifting my head, his smile made me nervous. Not the kind of nervous where I’m going to grab my mace from my purse when a patron gets a little too fresh and waits for me in the parking lot after work. No, his smile was cocky and hit me in the knees amongst other places. He made me nervous.

“How you been Shawn?” He didn’t need to know that I’d woke up at midnight to buy a copy of his most recent album as garbage men clanged and newsstands opened. He didn’t need to know that I cried for weeks after he broke my heart in his driveway with four simple words only to never hear from him again.

“I’ve been good, are you okay, you don’t seem okay?” Shawn’s eyes are distracting. I close my eyes and I’m back on the tattered couch of my apartment watching him perform on some music awards show. But after a blink I’m still here standing in front of him in my cut-off tied t-shirt, jean shorts with black ripped fish nets, combat boots, dark lips, cat lined eyes and messy blonde top knot. A far cry from the girl he knew. I’d changed and I knew it, he knew it.

I shoved past him, walking briskly toward my bar, determined to forge forward.

“Shawn you already know you fucked up, let’s not do this.” My supersize nerves were camping out in my body, but I would be damned if I would let him know it. Because if I think about what might happen in the next few hours - if I let him in even an inch then I’ll burst with anxiety.

I feel a lump rising in my throat. I swallow it down while my emotions live close to the edge. All I need is that trigger and the tears that dwell beneath the surface will bubble up and roll like gritty sandpaper down my cheeks.

Shawn is so good looking now that my co-bartender Melissa once called him fucking lickable when she was checking out a magazine picture of him online. Of course, she knows nothing of my past with him. Now he was here and our past was about to collide like a freight train.

“Wait, Kameron, wait a fucking minute, Jesus!” Shawn’s two strides caught up to my ten and I felt his long fingers grasp my elbow and turn me toward him.

Shawn is looking at me with reverence, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to be adored by someone, but it can’t be Shawn. Not after crawling back from the abyss I found myself in the last time he decided he was done with me.

“No we’re not doing this again.” I find my voice to verbally shout what I want to say but won’t, that he can’t walk all over my heart and leave me bewildered and confused when his next tour starts. “This isn’t a game I’m playing with you anymore Shawn.”

“Actually, I never play and tell,” he teased. Now I clutch my hands to my side even tighter as I suppress a sarcastic smirk. “I’m fucking thrilled for you,” I quickly add.

He winces as he slides his hand off my elbow, clearly contrite. “I’m actually really sorry about everything and how I handled it all.” Shawn hides his hands in his pockets head hung low.

Suddenly I’m laughing, not because I want to hurt him. It’s because I realize that this is in essence is the final phase of a breakup. The denial, the begging, the pathetic tender long goodbye “but I thought you loved me” pleas, whether it’s public or private, it feels the same. No one ever really knew about me and Shawn except for our friends, so I suffered in silence while he mended on a stage. Yet, here in this moment, there is no more argument, no more pointless debate I would never win and emerge victorious, the entire universe begins with the words I’m sorry: closure.

Shawn stands here in front of me. The crowd melts around me and I’m colder than ice. This is what we are now. I’ve moved on.

I decide quickly what my next move will be. Grabbing his shoulders I hug him and his cologne wafts through my nostrils. My palms start sweating and butterflies take flight in my belly, nothing more than aftershocks. I pull away as Shawn’s long arms squeeze me back and he buries his head in my shoulder. I pull away with more force and push an errant strand of hair off my cheek, then answer.

“Shawn, I live my life now based on my positive decisions. When I look back at the things in my life that really hurt sometimes the easiest thing to do is forgive.”

I mean it, truly, just now, I have forgiven the 19 year-old boy who broke my heart. He stands there feet melted into the ground as the bitter but blunt words hit him like a wounded animal. I take the opportunity to walk away with my pride, head high, the lioness.

(Hours later)

Shawn is so ridiculously handsome that it’s almost not fair. Now that I’m back behind my bar, in my element, on my stage, he watches me from the distance of his roped off corner. Melissa cornered me at the trash can as soon as I lifted the access gate. I told her only what I wanted her to know of course. Shawn wasn’t helping me keep the gossip from reaching maximum peak.

Time passes in the frantic pace of pickle backs, buttery nipples and lemon drops. I’m at least 3 deep at every corner. My memory puts Shawn aside as I pull them in, I make memories for my patrons and let them believe I’m the best friend they never had.

Turning around I’m disarmed to see Shawn and Geoff standing in front of me, looking over our beer list. Shawn motions me over and I lean down to hear him over the now thumping bass beat of some familiar dirty rap song. “Is there anyone waiting for you back home?” I laugh, a truly self-deprecating one. I have to, really. There had been no one romantic since Shawn. There had been men, but no one permanent. “Definitely, no, nobody waits for me.” I bite back.

Its then that I notice the familiar glazed over look I’ve seen on so many men here. I lean forward because I want to torture him and show more cleavage. I already worship at the altar of the genius who invented a push-up bra. Agent Provocateur has nothing on me.

Shawn licks his lips and burning desire is present in his eyes. “Kam”, he begins slowly, too drunk, but also clearly enjoying the taste of my name in his mouth as if he’s trying it on, rolling it around on his tongue like a cherry. “I am the biggest idiot in the world because you loved me wildly, crazily and passionately. I fucked it all up so bad.” Words tumble off his lips like verbal diarrhea. I take a deep breathe, reassuring myself that I can deliver what Shawn needs. “You don’t want me tonight Shawn, you’re just lonely and drunk.”

“Nope, not drunk, wrecked for you,” Shawn stutters. His eyes blink ever so slowly another tell-tale sign an observant bartender recognizes. This is the longest conversation I have had with Shawn in two years. I can see that he has developed this uncanny ability to hop from witticism to raw and very honest emotional insight. It’s making him even more attractive if that’s possible.

I push back from the bar and swivel my hips around to the side, grabbing two stout beers from the cooler below. Twisting the cap I push them across in friendship. “Tell you what, those two are on me”, I say as I walk to ball cap Joe one of my favorite customers. “I’ll call you tomorrow, is your number still the same”, I shout.

Because I don’t know how I can begin to trust Shawn again I’m not so eager to agree to just have him come over. I’m pretty sure that’s where that conversation was headed. This could be especially complicated when the ex is an international pop-start and flirty and when I’m already entertaining after-hours thoughts about him. I’m in desperate need. My gauge is so far out of whack that I don’t know what’s up or down anymore. What good could possibly come from any friendship with Shawn Mendes?

Next Day

Turns out I didn’t have to call Shawn. He managed to get my number from Matt and sent me a drawn out apology text for his unforeseen interruption at my place of work begging me to please meet him for coffee that afternoon.

I put my books away on my desk and take a quick shower. Twenty minutes later, I’m staring at my bed littered with outfits I have tried on and rejected. This is just a coffee, no big deal. It’s definitely not a date with an insanely hot ex-boyfriend who’s a popstar treated like teenage royalty. Whichever outfit I chose next will be the winning one. I reach for my favorite black jeans, an intentionally distressed torn grey sweater that’s soft on my skin and my chucks. It’s very me and with just a quick swish of powder, blush, mascara and lip balm on my bee stung lips I’m ready to go. I grab my coat and bag, head downstairs and take an Uber to our determined location.

When I arrive I swipe to pay and head into the little coffee shop painted emerald green tucked into the corner of a building. It’s a little out of the way, but I figured it would be a better location for less potential fan sightings. Shawn and I agreed to meet at three o’clock and I am only ten minutes late, so it feels like I’m on time.

He’s already here. Damn, I arrive nearly on time and I’m still late. Then again, Shawn was always the type to be on time, hold doors, and rise when I came in the room. Shawn was very chivalrous.

I walk up and he clicks to lock his phone and pushes it deep into his pocket of his $250 designer black denim skinny jeans. Damn he looked good. The olive green shirt he is wearing makes his eyes look hazel. Standing to give me a barely there kiss on the cheek my eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment at the feel of his soft lips near me.

I restrain myself and tuck away my emotions even if the sensation feels so good to me.

“Let me take your coat?” Shawn offers as he automatically slides it off my shoulders. I feel his hand gently graze the back of my neck. I decided last minute to pull my hair into a high pony. His fingers send shock waves down my spine. He folds my coat and lays it over the chair, waits for me to sit and finally pushes his long limbs into the seat next to me.

“So thank you for fitting me into your busy schedule, even though I wish you would have at least bought me dinner before taking me home”, Shawn joked.

I laugh. “Nice try. But we’re not there yet.”

He reaches across the table to clasp my hand in his, and my breath catches. He squeezes my hand three times reassuringly and the barest form of touch from him is dizzying. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been this physically close to him and had him touch my hand, but I pull away like he’s burned me. He places his hand on his lap and I miss it instantly.

“So where should we start Mendes.” I chatter anxiously.

Shawn takes a big gasp of air. His brow furrows and he wipes his palms anxiously on his jeans. I can tell that whatever comes next is weighing heavily on his mind.

“We could start with I’m a fucking fool. I got scared. I didn’t know how to have you and a career at the same time. So I shoved you away and spent the last two years living with that regret ever since.”

“Where is the tape recorder”, I laugh nervously. My eyes dart back and forth from his face to my hands.

Looking around the room anxiously I scan to see if anyone has their phone out. “I could so take down your career in one second if the story of us ever leaked out. You know the whole internet’s boyfriend thing and all.”

Shawn smirks, wagging a finger at me playfully.

“This guy, the guy you’re sitting in front of, he isn’t a pop-star, you know that right?”

Swallowing, here he goes again racking up more points in his favor.

“Because I can tell I’m making you a little nervous and I just want you to know it’s me, Shawn apologizing to you, meaning every single fucking word of regret. So let’s grab some coffee eh?”

We sit and chat about old times. We remember fond memories of public park scandalous rendezvous. I hold up a hand and stop him as he starts to recall the juicy parts with a mischievous glint in his eye. Slowly as each minute passes and Shawn discarded the beanie he was wearing we’re drawing more eyes on us, but Shawn doesn’t seem to care. In fact, the more people that begin to notice us the more unaffected by it all he is.

Shawn will excuse himself for a few minutes to take a few selfies and then slide back into the conversation like he never left. We did this for almost two hours. I tell him that I fucking loved his first three albums and I can’t wait to hear what he does next. He admits that he wrote a few songs about us.

Eventually he leans in closer across the table, looks me straight in the eyes and when he does that my resolve starts to weaken because his eyes are so beautiful and he doesn’t break my gaze. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. How many ways I have played this dialogue back and forth in my brain?”

All I know about this moment is my body is buzzing, alive with possibilities. The exact opposite of the chill demeanor I had in the bar last night. Something shifts in Shawn’s expression too. His eyes, which I remember from 19 as playful and twinkling are now darker with an intensity to them. Neither of us says anything, and the electric quiet makes my blood turn hot. I don’t want a single thing to ruin this moment. Just as fate would be a young fan tugs at Shawn’s shirt, she can’t be more than 7 years old.

Whatever spell I was about to succumb to is broken. Holy Shit, that was close. I reach for my coat and bag before Shawn can stop me.

“Thai or Sushi for dinner,” Shawn winks.

I smile at him, giving him a flirty tilt. “You’re presumptuous.”

“Optimistic”, he counters with just enough swagger that tells me he hasn’t lost a damn thing in 2 years.

Shawn does that thing again – where he reaches for my hand, clasping his on top of mine. I’m suddenly aware of the pressure he is gently putting on my wrist, the small ridges from callouses on his otherwise smooth palm, not doubt from countless hours spent perfecting his craft. His skin feels hot on my skin. The taste of his lips would be deadly. I’m dying for him to slide his fingers through mine like old times but I can’t go back on this rollercoaster.

I slowly rise from my seat and Shawn follows me out of the quaint coffeehouse. I reach up to place my hands on his shoulders. He’s way taller than me. I catch the faint scent of his cologne again and I’m so tempted to lean in and inhale deeply. But I do resist.

But the look in Shawn’s eyes is full of hunger and then I feel the softest touch on my hair. He’s fingering a strand and I am so far gone that I’m not sure what to do next. All I know is I’m leaning in closer to him because this kind of touch from him I have missed so much. My body is racing and the moment is full of so much anticipation. “I really want to kiss you, Kam; you better stop me now or…..” Shawn sighs.

I can barely process his words. My head is so woozy, his smell and the feel of his hands. My fog is replaced by Shawn’s lips as he presses against mine with such softness, sexiness that my knees threaten to buckle. I keep my arms looped around his neck so I don’t fall. He wraps his long arms around my waist, tugging me closer as he deepens the kiss. Shawn’s lips exploring mine, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands yanking my pony tail. His sexy sighs and moans tell me that he is savoring this kiss as much as I am. He yanks me even closer and for a brief second I can feel him pressed hard against my upper thigh. He’s aroused and that snaps me out my kiss induced fog. I pull away.

“Shit”, he stumbles backward. “You okay? Kam, I honestly didn’t expect that to happen. Please speak sweetheart.”

“I have to go, Shawn I’m not your sweetheart, not anymore”, I stammer.

“But I want you to be. Let me drive you home”, he pleads.

“No Shawn. I know where that will lead.”

My hand touches my lips as we exchange a sidelong glance and Shawn clears his throat shoving his hands back deep in his jeans. Feeling his eyes on me I glanced back a few times, and his gaze was always waiting for mine.

Shawn takes his phone out placing a quick call mumbling something like plan B. A small black SUV rounds the corner and stops at the curb in front of us. “Kam this is Kevin, he’s one of my security team and he’s going to take you home. I’m going to call you tomorrow because I don’t want to push my luck.”

My breath catches as Shawn moves closer then presses his hips into mine while pushing me against the door of the SUV. Lining his tall frame up against me in a way that makes it clear how much he wants me, he delivers a scorching kiss, deep and hungry and desperate in a lot of ways. It’s threatening to send me up in flames. I feel it across every inch of my body as he continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. One hand drops away from my face and I feel his fingers graze underneath my sweater along the waistband of my jeans. Shawn draws a simple feather trace line across my belly with his index finger and my back arches into him. I wish we were not here in public and he would undo the button, slide the zipper down and push his hand inside my panties to save me from this now excruciating ache between my legs. But I have no such luck because just like that he is reaching for the door handle.

I slide into the seat as Shawn shuts the door and bangs on the top of the car two times. I’m in this giddy drugged out state now that I’d like to stay in forever, but I needed some space to clear my head. I am tempted to shake it like I’ve just emerged from a pool of water. But yet amidst my confusion, four words are loud and clear like a drum in my ears- but they are not those four words from two years ago. The opposite. “I want Shawn Mendes.”

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Expect the Unexpected

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,351

Warnings: just fluff here

Request: Can you do a Dean x reader where (Sam and deans ages are like around season 2 for this) Sam and Dean have to visit Stanford again and while they're on a case dean ends up watching a girl (the reader) dominating in volleyball, they basically fall in love.

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“Hey, Sammy, we got a case and I bet you’ll love it!” Dean said with a grin, holding the newspaper in his hand.

“What is it now? We just got done with the last one.” Sam said after exiting the bathroom after he took a shower.

“Take a look.” Dean said, tossing him the paper. Sam caught it easily and read it, frowning.

“Neighborhood cat finally finds a home?” Sam asked as he read the headline.

“Read below it.” Dean said, giving his brother the bitch face. Sam rolled his eyes and looked at the other article, straightening up when he finished.

“Stanford? There’s a haunting at Stanford?” Sam asked with a soft smile, remembering the good time he had at that school before it was ripped away from him.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll get to see hot college girls, you know, bring one home? Or two? I heard they really like that shit.” Dean said with a smirk.

“Dean, you’re, like, 30 years old. Most of these girls are 18, 19, or 20. Maybe a few years older than that.” Sam said, disgusted.

“Okay, first of all, I’m 27. And second of all, I have experience. I’d blow them away.” Dean said with a smirk.

“Okay, I’m going to bed. We can leave in the morning.” Sam said, throwing the paper back at Dean who caught it easily.

“Yeah, alright.” Dean said, getting ready for bed too. He was excited to see all those college girls.

“You ready for the big game?” One of your students, Fauna, said with a smile. You looked up from your desk of paperwork and you smiled at her.

“Yes, we are so going to win this year, I know it.” You said, getting up from your desk.

“You’re participating in the teacher’s game, right?” She asked, following you out of your office to where the equipment was.

“Yes, I am. But you know that game is just for fun. I don’t know why we have it every game when it doesn’t count towards your score, you know?” You said, grabbing the bag of volleyballs.

“We get to see you in action, Coach. You’re so good. I mean, we didn’t get good from learning from someone else. We learned from you.” Fauna said. You walked into the huge gym since it was home game. All your students stood, staring at you with huge smiles.

“Alright, ladies, this is going to be a tough game. I know that because of the recent events happening in the school, people are freaked out but I need all of you to be ready for this game. Can y’all do that for me?” You asked with a big smile on your face as the girls got riled up, grabbing the bag of balls out of your hand to start practicing.

This was going to be an exciting season.

Dean zoomed down the roads, going way over the speed limit. He was drumming to one of his rock songs, humming along to it while Sam read more about this case from the passenger’s seat.

“Dude, can you go any faster?” Sam said, looking at the speedometer.

“I can.” Dean said with a shrug, pressing more on the gas pedal to go just a little bit faster. Sam chuckle and he shook his head, not saying another word about it. If Dean got pulled over, there was no doubt in Sam’s mind that he would be able to get out of it.

“So, what have you got?” Dean asked, turning the music down a little.

“Well, there has been sightings of a ghost in the school, trying to kill young girls but never got the chance to do so. However, there was a girl who got severely injured due to the spirit grabbing her throat and trying to kill her.” Sam said with a sigh.

“So, what should we go as this time? FBI? Substitute teachers? The new gym teacher? I had some fun last time when I was a teacher.” Dean said with a loose smile.

“Those were kids, Dean. These are college students. At Stanford, no less. Things are different here.” Sam said, shifting in his seat.

“Still, doesn’t hurt to check.” Dean said with a chuckle. They made it to Stanford in no time, walking to the Dean’s office to talk to the person in charge. FBI Agents won this round but Dean won’t give up on being a teacher again.

“What can I do for you gentlemen?” The Dean said with a smile, letting in the Winchesters.

“I’m Agent Jimmy and this is my partner Agent Page. We’re here about the recent attacks on students.” Sam said, flashing his badge at the Dean.

“Why would the FBI be interested in this?” He asked, leaning against his desk.

“We go where they send us.” Dean said after putting his badge away.

“Right, well, what can I do for you?”

“We just wanted to question the girls that got attacked if you don’t mind. Also, take a look around the hallways and classrooms where the attacks happened.” Sam said, acting very professional.

“Of course, follow me.” The Dean said, leading the Winchesters out of his office and to the building where the attacks happened.

“Thank you for this.” Dean said with a tight smile.

“Of course, if you need anything else, you know where my office is.” The Dean left the Winchesters alone and since there was no one in the tiled hallway, they took out their EMFs and started scoping the place out.

“You know, we’re right near the gym. I bet someone is in there.” Dean suggested with a hint of a smirk.

“No, Dean, we have a job to do.” Sam said, scowling his brother. Dean nodded and he continued to look for any signs of a haunting.

“This had got to be the easiest haunting we’ve had in a while. Should we tell the Dean that one of his science teachers has a real skeleton in his office?” Dean asked, glad the hunt was over and done with.

“Nah, just be glad that no one else will get hurt.” Sam said, chuckling.

“Hey, I hear a game going on in the gym. Come on, just a peak. The case is over and no one actually died. I call that a win.” Dean said, walking over to the double doors that led to the gym.

“Fine, but when you get the police called because you were being a pervert, I am not bailing you out.” Sam said with a sigh, walking to the doors. Dean opened them just far enough that he and Sam could squeeze through them.

“Ooh a volleyball game. Dude, those girls are hot.” Dean said with a grin, walking further into the gym to see the whole game. His breath was literally taken away from him when he saw who was playing. The teacher’s game was in full play with you and two other coaches from Stanford on your team.

Three teachers from the opposing school was against you but you didn’t care. You were winning anyways. Despite this being just for fun, you liked going against the other teachers. You loved being a coach for volleyball since you played it all your life.

You were a hunter for the Supernatural before you became a volleyball coach. You just weren’t happy hunting and now you were. Of course, you knew what was going on in your school but you couldn’t do anything about it since you had a game to focus on.

But that didn’t mean you hunted on your spare time. If there was a case in California, you would take care of it since you were already there but you never actively looked for them.

“I got it!” You yelled, running to hit the ball, which you did, sending it way over the net. Dean watched you and he was mesmerized by your every move. So much so, that he walked to the bleachers and sat down with a confused Sam following him.

Sam looked at his brother and he could see how smitten his brother was for you. He decided to keep quiet and watch the game. He missed this school and all of his old teachers but he knew that coming back here would never happen.

You dominated the court, always hitting the ball and never letting the other opponents get a point. For the last shot of the game, you saw you could make the perfect spike. You ran to the net and jumped up, spiking the ball on the other side which granted you the winning point.

The buzzer sound went off and your whole team cheered, running to you to give you hugs. You smiled and high fived all your students including the teachers who were on your team. You parted ways from the group and shook your opposing team’s hands.

You knew this was a friendly game and everyone knew it so there were no hard feelings.

“Okay, ladies, get ready and make me proud.” You said with a smile, telling which girls would be playing first. The girls who were playing got ready while the other ones sat on the bench, waiting and watching their teammates.

You walked to the bleachers, grabbing your water bottle and taking a seat. You heard hushed whispering and you looked over to see two unbelievable attractive men arguing. Thanks to your hunter senses, you were able to pick up a few words they were saying.

Dean. Hunt is over. Got a new hunt. Need to go. You stared at the two men, thinking that they were hunters. It made sense because the texts you got for other teachers stopped. You wanted to know more but cheers from your students sounded and you knew you had a game to focus on.

“That's my girls!! Good job!” You yelled to them when your team scored a point. They gave you a thumbs up and went back to playing.

“This seat taken?” You looked up to see the more attractive man of the two, smiling at you.

“It is now.” You said with a chuckle. He took a seat and nodded towards the game that was going on.

“You did really good out there. Have you been playing volleyball for a long time?” He asked.

“Yeah, I have. Not my whole life, though but that’s a different story.” You said with a smile. Between hunts and teaching, you never really had time for relationships and if this man was a hunter, then you knew nothing could ever happen between you two unless you left your job which you didn’t want to do.

“What did you do before?” He asked.

“What’s your name?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Dean. And yours?” He asked, holding his hand out. You took it, shaking it and ignoring the feeling of how good it was to be touching him. He had strong hands, you could tell.

“Y/N. I couldn’t help but overhear you and your friend over there.” You started. You had to know that what you heard was what you thought it was.

“What did you hear?” He asked, stiffing up immediately.

“You’re a hunter, aren’t you?” You asked.

“A hunter? What do you mean by that?” He asked, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“Don’t worry, I used to be one,” You said, pulling up the sleeve of your uniform, showing him the anti-possession tattoo you had on your inner forearm. You looked over to see the other man Dean was with perk up at the sight of your tattoo.

“Yeah, that’s my brother Sam over there. We were hunting the spirit you had going on here.”

“Well, I hope you took care of it. It had been attacking some of my students but I couldn’t do anything since I’m a little rusty on my skills. Plus, I have a job to focus on.” You said, pulling the sleeve back down.

“Why did you leave?” He asked.

“Why haven’t you? Hunting didn’t make me happy. I mean, I loved that I was able to save people but I was always on the road, never having somewhere to call home, and I was alone. I never hunted with someone else.”

“Well, my brother and I live in a Bunker in Kansas. That’s kind of our home base, if you will. You know, if you ever want to get back into hunting, you could come with us. I know what it’s like to hunt alone. It’s never easy.” Dean said with a chuckle.

“Dean, I appreciate the offer but I’m happy here.” You said, watching your students play.

“Well, here’s my number just in case you change your mind.” He said, reaching into a student’s backpack for a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled his number down, handing it to you.

“Is this your way of asking me out? Because I can assure you that I am not an easy woman.” You said, taking the paper.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He said, smiling at you. You looked over at Sam who looked at his watch impatiently.

“I think your brother is going to go mad over there. You better leave. People need saving and things need to be killed.” You said, putting the paper in your bag.

“Think about my offer, no?” Dean said, standing up. “I would hate to see that number go to waste.”

“If you’re lucky.” You said with a giggle. He winked at you and walked to his brother where he slapped him in the head for being impatient. You laughed and looked at the game, Dean never leaving your mind.

If someone told you today that you would accept his offer, that you would be living in the Bunker with them and hunting again, you would call them crazy.

If someone told you that you would be in a relationship with Dean, that you would fall in love with him, you would call them crazy.

But, you know what they say….

Expect the unexpected.

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biluata · 7 years

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You Make Me a Wildfire - Quakerider One-shot

Words: 2,820

Request #1: Robbie gets jealous, and Daisy calms him down

A little Angst, a little Fluff, with a dash of slight Saucy

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When you're a superhero, your date nights never consisted of having dinner and catching a movie. There were no moonlit walks or romantic serenades. Nope. Date nights were following shady activities and beating up any bad guys along the way.

Robbie should have known better when Daisy showed up on his doorsteps that night wearing a sexy outfit and enough makeup to be a fashion model.

"It'll be fun," she had said with a devilish grin. It didn't take long for Robbie to agree when she was giving him big brown puppy-dog eyes.

Now, the two of them were sitting in his Charger outside one of L.A.'s well-known biker bars, Hell's Bells. Motorcycles lined the entrance, along with a few huge, leather-clad guys drinking and smoking the night away. Loud rock music like a screaming banshee blared from the doorway every time someone went in or left.

Robbie bristled. He loved hanging out at dive bars whenever he had the chance, but even he could recognize this place was a dump and oozed in trouble.

"Daisy, what're we doing here?"

He turned to her, but she was preoccupied at the moment checking her face in his side-view mirror.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has received word that a large group of Watchdogs is gathering in L.A. led by an old friend, Felix Blake," Daisy explained, wiping away some of her excess dark-pink lipstick. "Word is there's a guy here, Cornell, who has made some dealings with Blake in the past and might know where we can find him."

Robbie nodded. "Fair enough, but that still doesn't explain why you are dressed like," he paused, gesturing to her outfit. Daisy was wearing black jeans tight enough to actually be a second skin and a black leather jacket that did nothing to cover up her low-cut purple blouse. She had to be wearing a push-up bra, because her breasts just seemed to pop out of her shirt. He gulped. "Like that."

Daisy twisted in her seat towards him and raised one of her fine dark brows. "What? You don't like it?" She asked.

His ears began to burn and his palms became sweaty. Didn't like it? He loved it. He hated it. God, there was nothing Robbie wanted to more than to pull her in to the backseat and rip those clothes off her, with his teeth if he had to. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, ravish her, make her moan and scream his name until she was breathless.

Robbie coughed. "I just think, it doesn't seem like the best choice for knocking in skulls," he explained.

Daisy laughed, as she shimmied her top lower and Robbie's brain short-circuited. "You know, my job isn't all about 'Quake-ing' in and busting head," she stated, opening the car door. "Sometimes, it takes some subtle persuasion."

She began to shuffle her way out, but Robbie quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her. "Daisy, I'm not so sure about this."

He was torn inside, like a cavernous crack was erupting across his chest. Robbie knew well-enough that Daisy was a tough girl, that she could handle anything, and yet . . .

She stared at their hands before her beautiful brown eyes looked up into his own. Her eyes crinkled as a soft smile grew on her face. "It'll be fine," she said, rubbing circles on his gloved hand with her thumb. "Just wait here then, I'll be right back."

In the blink of an eye, she slipped her hand from his, got out and slapped the car door shut.

"Daisy!" He called, but she was already making her way across the street to the bar. The guys chatting out front paused as Daisy passed them by, not even trying to hid their appreciative stares. Robbie clenched his jaw. "Damn, this girl," he muttered under his breath.

Robbie groaned as he hopped out of the car, harshly slamming the door behind him. He quickly stalked across the street and followed her in.

One foot in the door and Robbie was immediately slammed with an awful stew of smells and sounds. Cigarette smoke, stale beer, and filthy sweat attacked his nose with vehemence that caused him to stagger. He tried to breathe through his mouth, but the pungent smell on got stuck on his tongue, like he was licking an old shoe. Robbie held back the gag burning at the back of his throat.

"Daisy?" He tried to should above the music. The place was as well-lit as a movie theater and packed mostly with bearded, leather-clad men of all ages. Robbie scanned the surprisingly large space, but he couldn't find Daisy's little dark head bobbing around anywhere.

Suddenly, a sharp, fiery pain pricked the back of his neck. Robbie squinted his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. No, not now.

"Guilty," a raspy voice like grinding bones whispered in his head.

Robbie opened his eyes. He could see it, sense it. The guiltiness of sin all around him. The wicked crimes some of these men did to the innocent. They deserved to be punished. The Rider in him craved it, prowling around in his head like a caged tiger lashing to get out.

"No," Robbie murmured, as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He made a deal, but now as not the time.

"Hey, you okay?"

He opened his eyes once more to find Daisy standing in front of him. Her eyes were tinged with concern as she searched his face. Hesitantly, she took one of his hands into her own. Even through the leather gloves, he could feel the warming strength she was trying to provide with her touch. His heart swelled.

The demon still hissed in his head, but Robbie managed to put on a smile. "Yeah, I will be." He squeezed her hand. "Let's just do this and get out of here."

Daisy smiled as she squeezed back then let their hands separate and drop. "Okay, so Cornell's in the back by the bar. Just follow my lead and stay back."

Daisy slowly began to make her through the bar with Robbie only a few steps behind. Just as they were nearing the back, she stopped so suddenly, he nearly crashed into her. "There he is," she said, nodding her head.

A guy who appeared to be in his early forties was sitting at the bar surrounded by a slew of younger men. Robbie sneered. Even from 15 feet away he could tell this Cornell guy was trash. His salt-and-pepper hair was greasily slicked back against his head like a helmet. He wore a fine, pinstripe shirt that was wrinkled, stained and only half-buttoned up, exposing his curly mass of chest hair. The man wore enough bling to be a jewelry model, but the worst thing of all was that he was wearing a pair of black Aviator sunglasses indoors. Robbie chuckled under his breath. What a joke.

"Show time," Daisy murmured.

Putting on one of the most charming smiles Robbie had ever seen, Daisy slowly strutted over to where Cornell was sitting. The older man was having a conversation with a weasel-looking guy sitting next to him when he noticed Daisy coming his way. A grin formed on his face as he lowered his sunglasses and slowly gave her an appreciative look-over. Robbie leaned back against a large, wooden beam as his blood began to boil. He could already figure out the vile things that man was thinking.

Cornell flicked his head at the weasel-guy and the other man quickly left. He then nodded to the now empty seat beside him which Daisy took graciously.

"Hello gorgeous," Cornell crooned with a flash of his golden teeth. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Daisy smiled back. "Actually, I'm here for information, and I hear that you are the man to see."

Upon hearing that, Cornell's smile grew wider and he puffed up his chest. "I am. What does the little lady want to know?"

"Well, I hear that Felix Blake is in town," Daisy said, leaning a little closer to Cornell and placing a hand on his arm. "I have also heard that you have had dealings with him in the past. I was just wondering if you could tell me where I could find him? I have a proposition for him that I think he will be very interested in."

Robbie raised his brows. Wow. Daisy was really pulling out all the stops for this one: the charming smile, the touching, the bats of her eyelashes. In no time, she could have Cornell eating out of the palm of her hand.

"A proposition, huh?" Cornell asked with another toothy grin. He gave her another look over. "Would you happen to have one for me?"

"Maybe," Daisy teased, flashing a flirty grin. "Depends if you follow through with the information I need."

"I'm always good at giving a lady what she needs."

Robbie gritted his teeth as Cornell reached out and placed one of his greasy hands on Daisy's knee. The sleazebag circled his fingers on her knee, inching up higher and higher on her leg. If Daisy was upset about it, she didn't show. Her face was still that of a pleasant, smiling angel.

Robbie stood up and balled his hands into fists. How could she seem fine with this piece of trash touching her like that? His insides roiled just having to witness it.

"This guy is nothing but a scumbag," the Rider hissed in his head. "Let's take him out. Stain the land with his filthy blood."

Robbie clenched his fists. No. He couldn't. Not yet. Still, it did nothing to stop the fire coursing through his veins.

Cornell glanced over towards Robbie and tilted his head. "Hey, who are you?" He looked back to Daisy. "Is that guy with you? Is he your boyfriend or something?"

Robbie's mouth went dry. What was he supposed to say? All the goons surrounding Cornell turned to watch him, as well, their eyes peering him over with sneers on their faces. Robbie narrowed his eyes as the fire in him blazed hotter. There had to be at least a dozen of them. It would be a challenge, but Ghost Rider could probably take them all out if he had to.

Robbie cracked his knuckles when he noticed Daisy staring at him. Her eyes wide and unblinking as she gave the faintest shake of her head. It was a plea: Robbie, trust me, I got this.

He sighed and let his body relax. Daisy said she could handle it, and he trusted her more than anyone else. He needed to have faith in her.

She faced Cornell and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about him," Daisy said in a voice as sugary sweet as cotton candy. "So, Blake, where can I find him?"

Cornell gave Robbie one last smirk before he turned his head back to Daisy with his slimy, charming grin. "When I made dealings with Blake, we often by the warehouses near the river. Maybe you can find him there."

"Great. Thank you." Daisy made to get up, but Cornell gripped her leg tightly.

"Now, now, sweetheart, what about that drink?" He asked. Cornell flashed his shiny metal teeth once more as his hand slipped higher up Daisy's inner thigh until --

In a flash, Robbie was there, ripping Cornell's hand away from Daisy. He held the man's wrist tight in his hand, squeezing harder and harder like a snake wrapped around its prey. Robbie sneered. Maybe if he held on hard enough, he could break his bones.

Cornell let out a strangled cry as he gripped the bar counter with his free hand. "What the hell?! Let go! What is your problem, man?"

"You," Robbie snarled, his eyes burning.

Fire scorched through Robbie's veins, his skin stinging from the flames. The Rider wanted to take over, to incinerate this man and any other asshole that stood in his way.

"What the -- Ahh!" Cornell screamed as the skin where Robbie held his wrist began to bubble and blister.

"Robbie!"

Robbie blinked. Daisy stood before him, her hand resting gingerly on his arm. She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with what? Concern? Fear? It was a cold punch to the chest.

He let go of Cornell's wrist and the other man immediately collapsed onto the ground on his hands and knees, nursing his burnt flesh. All of Cornell's men had already took the coward's way out and scattered.

"Let's just go, okay?" Daisy said, nudging Robbie towards the back of the bar. She turned towards Cornell. "Thanks for the information," she said, then slammed one of her heeled boots on to his right hand with a sickening crunch.

Cornell cried out, whimpering like a beat dog. Robbie grinned. Served him right.

"Come on." Daisy tried to push Robbie along, but he was statue. His body still simmered inside as the Rider thrashed for control. He wanted to kill everyone in this bar. They deserved it, to have their souls burned in their shallow husks. God, did the Rider want it like a greedy beggar lapping up any crumb he could find.

Suddenly, everything blurred around him as Daisy gave him a big enough shove to send him heading for the back exit. Robbie rammed through the door into the back alley, the chilly, wet night air doing nothing to cool his fevered body. He paced back and forth, groaning as the fire burned through his body.

"What the heck was that?" Daisy asked, slamming the door behind her. "I told you I had this."

"Go back in there!" The Rider seethed. "Fuck that guy up! Tear him apart!"

"No," Robbie moaned, clutching his head and squeezing his eyes shut. It was happening. Soon enough the fire would consume him and the Rider would take over.

"Robbie? Robbie!"

Daisy's voice sounded muffled and far away, as if she were screaming at him from the bottom of a well. The fire, the pain, it was getting to be too much. He was drowning.

"Robbie, stay with me!" Daisy yelled again, her voice still faint but somehow closer.

Gentle but firm hands wrapped around his upper arms and roughly tugged him a little to his right. He opened his eyes and Daisy stood before him. Her face pale but there was a fiery intensity in her eyes that bore into him. She was throwing out a lifeline, ready to pull him to safety.

"Robbie, just calm down," she said softly, giving his arms a light squeeze. "It's okay, just focus on me."

Robbie struggled to take deep breaths as he did what she asked. Everything else around him blurred away, leaving only Daisy. Her eyes were shimmering beautifully from the streetlight as if they were filled with stars. Her nostrils puffed up slightly with every calm inhale and exhale of her breath. The pale scar on her cheek that he loved to kiss stood out like a lightning bolt in a storm. Her dark pink lips were slightly parted and turned up in the corners to the softest smile.

Daisy slid her hands up and gingerly placed them on either side of her face. Robbie leaned into her touch with a deep sigh. Her hands were so cool and sweet like morning dew on blades of grass.

The Rider hissed in his head, but it was as if it were in a far-off place. He knew that the spirit would come back, would gain its control over Robbie eventually and unleash its vengeance, but he didn't care. All that mattered was he was here, now, with the most amazing and beautiful woman in the world.

"I'm sorry," Robbie murmured, staring deep into Daisy's brown doe eyes. God, he could get lost in them forever. Hesitantly, he reached his hand up and placed it over one of hers.

Daisy smiled and his chest grew lighter. "It's okay. Just stay with me, alright?"

"I will."

She leaned forward on her tiptoes, her eyes slowly closing. Robbie closed his eyes as her lips met his. They were velvety soft and moved against his mouth with a chaste passion he reciprocated. With the sweet taste of mint on her breath, he could feel the fire flickering inside him subside.

Daisy slowly broke off the kiss, leaning back. Robbie opened his eyes as smile curved on his face.

"Alright, hotshot," she said with a grin, reaching a hand over to wipe his lips free of her lipstick. "We actually have business to do."

She slid her hands off his face, but immediately took one of his hands in hers. Robbie intertwined their fingers, fitting together perfectly like pieces in a puzzle.

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

They slowly walked back to his Charger, ready to take on whatever else the night had to offer together.

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The Book v2 Chapter 8

-the twins head to their Ultra Being class-

Chris walks there

*jeff’s already in his desk, playing with some water floating above it*

-Jolly Johnny and a beat up girl with tears in her eyes appear in front of the class-

Chris: zoey?

-Jolly Johnny turns to their teacher- "Hello there Mr. Taio. This girl here needs a favor from you."

Mr. Taio: Huh!? Who are you!?

"Zoey....McChevy...sir"

Mr. Taio: McChevy.... Related to Chris McChevy?

She nods

Mr. Taio: If you want me to release another spirit, you'd need to give me something in return.

Jolly Johnny: Life for a life?

"N-not him someone else"

Mr. Taio: That will do.

-Jolly Johnny uses Jeff's power to teleport Neon here-

Jolly Johnny: Hi brother.

Chris looks at the girls confused

Jea: What's happening? -she falls asleep-

-Jolly Johnny stabs Neon-

"Ok then"

-he takes out the knife then slits his throat-

-students in the class look horrified-

"WHAT THE HELL"

Jolly Johnny: there ya go.

"Could i see cyberblast please?..."

Mr. Taio: The Cyberclad who recently died? Sure.

"Yes"

-Cyber blast appears as a phantom-

"C-cy?...."

Cy: Zoey? -he looks at his hands- I actually died?

She nods

Cy: Have you told Cheenato and Kelly yet?

"T-they know"

Cy: How well are they taking it?

"V-very well actully..."

Jenifer: Anyone else extremely confused?

sorta

Chris: yes

*popcorn appears in his hand*

-Neon's body vanishes along with Jolly Johnny-

-Jea wakes up-

Mr. Taio: Do the two of you mind? I wish to return to my lesson.

Cy: Where are we Exactly?

keaton city

*pops over to him* i’m jeff

you are?

Cy: You live in Keaton City and you don't know who I am?

Jea: That's Cyber blast. One of Skull City's most famous heroes and that girl is Foxy Clockwork. His girlfriend and one of the members of his team.

Jea: They helped fight off the cyberclads years ago.

Jea: But... Why do you look like a ghost?

-she gets a worried look-

Cy: My jobs dangerous enough on it's own. That with the fact that I'm seen as a traitor to my own planet meant I had a high chance of being killed. Guess I couldn't beat the odds.

Jea: A cyberclad did this? There's still bad one's on this planet?

Cy: There's at least one thanks to that guy in the fucking bow tie. (Jolly Johnny)

-Mr. Taio looks at Jeff and Zoey with glowing white eyes-

Mr. Taio: Both of your souls are blinking. One of you will become the Divine Guardian of teleportation at some point.

Mr. Taio: At the moment. Jeff... You are in the lead.

"WHAT"

what?

-he turns back to Zoey- "It's either because he is better or because your other powers are getting in your way"

Mr. Taio: a Divine Guardian's soul is different from most. Their soul glows brightly. Both of yours are slowly fading between a normal soul and a Guardian soul.

"Cy can you teleport as a ghost"

well how do i become one?

Mr. Taio: He cannot. He can vanish, fly quickly, and phase through solid objects but he cannot teleport.

"I protect skull city and i will coutine to do that!"

Mr. Taio: No one truly knows all the rules of becoming a Devine Guardian. I'd suggest you prove that you have better mastered your ability than Zoey has

Mr. Taio: Once you prove you're the best, I'm sure you will become a Divine Guardian. Though to be honest there's nothing that special about it.

still seems awesome

so who are the divine guardians right now?

Mr. Taio: Depending on your power, it will either become easier to control or more powerful. Divine Guardians also reincarnate after death. Their memories are blank at first but slowly come back during adolescents and adult hood.

Mr. Taio: I only know of a few current Divine Guardians.

Mr. Taio: There's me, that guy who was just here, a criminal who's currently locked away at a SCOPE facility, Blue Rebel, and Shadow Walker.

Cy: I'm going back to check on the kids.

-he flies away-

Zoey goes with him

well i guess we got out ultra beings lesson for today. *smirks* you want me to clean up this blood?

Mr. Taio: What blood? [Neon's blood vanished along with his body]

ummm... o-kay...

-the dismissal bell rings-

Chris runs home

-he twins walk to their bus-

*jeff pops into the seat behind the twins* hey

Jenifer: Hey.

that was crazy

why does johnny always put you to sleep *looks at jea*

Jea: How should I know

Jenifer: It's for the best. She's far too innocent to have seen what he did.

Jea: I've seen him do many horrible things in the book.

Jenifer: Seeing him kill some random person in your book is different from seeing him killing his own brother with a knife.

Jea: WHAT!?

Jea: Neon? Noooo he was my favorite character!

Jenifer: Probably shouldn't have said that.

-the bus get to their stop-

-the girls walk to the house but see their dad's car parked out front-

Jenifer: He's home already?

Jenifer: I just realized. Dude, Jeff, you could totally build your own house will your ability. Hell, you could be rich dude.

Jea: Think of what that would do to the economy.

Jenifer: It's just one guy doing it. The economy will be fine

sounds like fun

what should we do first?

-Jenifer pulls up google maps on her phone- We'd need to find a place to build it.

Jea: He'd have to own the land to legally build a house there and we're not old enough to buy property

Jenifer: Shit, she's right

Jenifer: you think that Jolly Johnny guy could help us?

i doubt it but he might

-Jolly Johnny appears looking like a phantom- "What's in it for me?"

i don’t know. whatcha want? he said i might be the divine guardian; is there anything i can do for you when that happens?

Jolly Johnny: Nope. Hmm.... I'll do it and we'll just say that you owe me one. Both of you

Jenifer: So long as it doesn't get me arrested, sure.

already ripped a girl’s heart out so sure

Jolly Johnny: Look at you stealing young girl's hearts like a true lady killer

*busts out laughing*

-Jea walks home-

so... where do you recommend johnny

-he points out a spot near the edge of the city. Its about 40 miles from Skull City while still on one of Keaton High School's bus routes

what now?

Jolly Johnny: I'll go and buy the land. I'll get back to you when I'm done.

-he vanishes-

*looks at jenifer* you gonna help me build it?

Jenifer: What do you expect me to do?

Jenifer: Mr. Godly teleportation

you could help me design the layout

Jenifer: True

Jenifer: Alright.

-Jenifer walks into her house-

Mr. Kon: Hey sweetie, who was that guy you were talking to outside?

Jenifer: a friend from school. Mind if he comes in?

-Mr. Kon looks out the window and examines him- "sure."

-Jenifer walks out onto the porch- "Come on in."

ok *follows jenifer*

Jenifer: Him and... His god father are having a new house built and he asked me to help designing it.

Mr. Kon: Oh cool. A buddy of mine is an architect. I could give him a call if you want.

thanks, but we’re doing it as kind of a family project

Mr. Kon: oh, okay.

Jenifer: Hey dad. How come you're home so early?

Mr. Kon: Day off.

Jenifer: Oh. Okay. -she turns to Jeff- ready to get started?

sure

-the next day-

-saturday-

Jolly Johnny: the land is all yours kid.

awesome!

where would you recommend for me to get the resources?

Jolly Johnny: Sheldon Forest is full of pre-chopped lumber. Some Ultra being goes there whenever he's upset and kills off trees left and right.

that’s no fun

i could just steal a house

or pieces of some and fuse them together

Jolly Johnny: You could do that too I suppose.

Jenifer: What about SCOPE? Surely they'd notice.

Jolly Johnny: SCOPE's anti-teleportation devices are handy but I doubt they'd be much use against Jeff.

Jolly Johnny: Anyways, I'll leave the building to you guys. I own this place but as far as I'm concerned, its all yours.

this is gonna be fun... thanks johnny

Jolly Johnny: No problem. -he walks off-

so... what’s first jenny?

Jenifer: Game room.

oh yeah!

you know... since ur helping, this’ll be ur place, too.

Jenifer: In that case, I'd like my room to have a view of the back yard where we could have a pool.

Jenifer: I guess I could come here during nights that my dad is out late.

if you want, you can just tell him you’re going to bed and then signal me somehow. then i could teleport ya up here

I guess that could work.

Jenifer: *

just call me whenever you have time to come up here

Jenifer: Alright.

-looking at what's already been completed- "This place'll be great for parties."

Jenifer: Best part is, no neighbors.

hell yeah!

-Jea calls Jenifer-

oh i got an idea

Jenifer: Hello? Hold that thought.

-she puts Jea on Speaker-

Jenifer: What were you saying Jeff?

Jea: You're with Jeff? Where are you guys?

i can shift this hill around a bit and make it steeper and we can get one of those infinity pools that looks like it goes forever

Jenifer: Were working on his new house.

yeah she’s with me. why, is that bad?

Jea: It's not bad. I just don't trust you.

oh... thanks. that makes me feel good. *smiles*

Jenifer: He's not gonna kill me or anything Jea. Relax.

Jea: Just keep your guard up

-Jea sends her a text reading "he likes you"-

-Jenifer returns a text saying- "he knows I'm into girls"

Jea [aloud]: does he?

do i what?

-Jea hangs up in a mini panic-

-Jenifer shows him her phone-

what, know you’re into girls? no i didn’t know that. thanks for informing me, i guess?

Jenifer: I've said it before

i don’t pay attention

anyway, about the pool idea

Jenifer: Sounds like a plan to me

nice

you might wanna stand back a bit. this is probably gonna cause a small earthquake!

-she hops up onto a branch of a nearby tree-

"Seems strong enough"

*puts his hands out and begins to concentrate. the hill begins to lose pieces, and then those pieces reform into a cliff, extending the hill about 100 feet, then dropping off*

nice. now we got more room to build.

Chris scratches on jea's door

-jea opens her door-

Jenifer: Sweet

Jea: Hey there Chris

jenny, you can get down now. we should make secret passages through the house that i can use when in snake form

-she picks him up-

Jenifer: Dude, that could lead to some great prankd

Pranks*

He licks her face

Jenifer: We could pretend to have a snake problem if we had any guests over and you could freak them out

Jea: What's with you and licking faces? -she laughs-

*there is a knock on the door*

ok so what else should we add. we got a game room, three bedrooms with bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room.

-Jea goes to answer it-

Jenifer: Mini gym?

Jenifer: I usually don't work out but we could have it just cause

A man pushes her aside and looks for Chris the man grabs him and runs out

sure

Jea: DADDY!

-Mr. Kon comes out of his room and runs after him-

Mr. Kon: HEY! THAT'S NOT YOUR DOG!

-Jea calls Jenifer-

-jenifer answers-

"hello?"

Jea: Some guy stormed into the house, pushed me, and grabbed Chris!

Jea: Dad's chasing him right now.

what’s wrong?

Jenifer: Some asshole pushed my sister and is trying to dog nap Chris

Jenifer: I need you to teleport me home.

oh shit. hold on... *grabs jenifers arm and they both teleport back to jenifers house*

-she looks around. When she spots her father she runs after him-

The man throws a knife at him

*jeff teleports in front of the attacker* boi put my friend down

He pushes him

-the knife barely scratches Mr. Kon's face-

Mr. Kon: the hell?

*teleports chris into jenifers arms and teleports the guy into the sky above jeff*

*jeff teleports up there too and they both just sit there*

excuse me sir

why did you take that dog?

Jenifer [shouting]: Thanks!

He shoots jeff and mr. kon

-she walks back home petting Chris-

Jea: DAD!

*jeff teleports the bullets away*

sir that’s not nice

-Jenifer turns her head-

Chris whimpers

-she looks back at Jea-

you see, if you hurt me, i stop keeping you here

Jenifer: Why'd you shout?

and you fall to your death

Jea: That guy shot at him.

He teleports down and shoots mr. Kon

"That dog is a person and beat up my family"

who are you

"Sam"

sam who?

chris wouldn’t hurt a fly so why would i believe you?

*teleports chris up there with them* chris who is this guy?

"You don't know his past"

Jenifer: 😐😑😐

"A friend from school"

why is he saying you hurt him?

ok well should i put him down or kill him? because he’s annoying the shit out of me

"Put him down"

*looks at sam* are you gonna try to shoot anyone else? if you do i will remove your kidneys and put them where your eyes go.

"O-o"

you can ask chris... that’s not a joke

so are you gonna refrain from shooting at people?

"Yes....."

ok... *they all appear back on the ground*

guys... this is sam

he said he won’t shoot anyone

He runs off

should i bring him back?

or kill him?

Jenifer: I say kill him

Jea: NO KILLING!

what do you say, mr. kon?

Mr.Kon: I don't support murder

i guess i’m not killing him

*whispers to jenifer* yet

Mr. Kon: but you can bring him back though.

*sam appears in front of them*

sam stop running bro

eh i kinda wanna leave. *a metal cage appears in front of the house and sam gets teleported inside*

there ya go

jenifer wanna go back to working on the house?

Jenifer: Sure.

aight *grabs jenifers hand and they teleport back to the hill*

*a gym appears along with an infinity pool* what now?

Jenifer: Now, I guess we're done. Until we want to add more at least

noice, we have our own house now

Chris sleeps in jea's door way

-Mr. Kon texts Jenifer-

Jenifer: Gotta head home.

-Jea picks Chris up and brings him inside so she can close the door-

He groans

-she lays him down beside her bed before going to sleep-

ok. *teleports jenifer home and goes inside the newly constructed house*

He climbs on the end of the bed and sleeps

-the next day, Sunday-

Chris sleeps in

*jeff pops to the front door of the house and knocks on it*

-Jea opens it "Jenny, it's for you."

well, can i come in?

Jea: Oh yeah. Sorry, thought that was implied.

Jea: If I'm being honest, it's kinda strange hearing you ask permission to enter when you'd pop into my room unannounced.

i have some morals... jeez.

Chris groans

Jea: says the guy who literally stole a heart and put it in a girl's shirt.

that’s why i said some... duh... *walks inside*

He falls jea's bed

Jea: What was that thud?

Jenifer: Came from your room. Hey Jeff.

sup

-Jea goes to her room to see what she heard-

Chris groans in pain

Jea: Was that you Chris?

"Ya"

jenny, wanna head up to the store so we can pick out some shit for the game room?

Jenifer: Sure

*grabs her hand and they both vanish, appearing at a furniture store*

Jenifer: Follow me. The best games are in the back.

*follows behind jenifer* we need a really big tv and some awesome chairs!

Jenifer: Indoor theatre?

i think we should go with that but also get a few flat screens

Chris calls jenny

-she answers-

Jenifer: Hello?

"Could i help design?"

Jenifer: Help design what?

Jenifer: Did you mean Jeff's house by any chance?

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