#i’m sorry for going ham about your tags i promise i’m normal

[kinokoshoujoart]

CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.

i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).

in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona

in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop

more iconic Leona Moments

when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”

aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)

neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)

once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw

leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….

in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it

in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”

leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event

it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms

“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that

“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative

if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling

oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)

and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!

when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3

also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”

if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)

i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes

shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)

she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened

they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor

also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god

they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”

romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)

btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle

there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)

#i also feel like leona and marivia summoned Witch (just girlypop things summoning hot evil ladies from hell) #i’m a marivia x leona x witch truther. the evidence is out there. evil yuri triad (real) #i also love to believe that witch is fucking with all the rival couples in the valley but ESPECIALLY romeo x leona #since she’s petty about her crush (leona) choosing the village idiot of all people #she can’t affect gustafa and nami because gustafa is like a garden gnome type that wards away evil #leona would make coquette edits of phantom skye/steiner #man i really have a lot of overlapping ships but i just like thinking about everyone together in some way #marivia was interviewing witch for a girls love leona x witch sequel in that series she wrote that has the main character based on leona #(this was revealed to me in a dream) #bokumono #harvest moon ds #hmds #harvest moon #story of seasons #hmds leona #hmds lumina #i’m sorry for going ham about your tags i promise i’m normal #^_−☆ #hmds cute #i feel like everyone collectively forgot what hmds was like which is understandable because it’s a fever dream #or maybe we misremembered it from our childhoods #but replaying the girl and boy versions in english and japanese has really refreshed my views on the characters #i have so much to say about everyone mostly the rival couples #love the dysfunction and bad vibes in this game #poisoned water supply type of townsfolk #girls hour (meet up in the mines to beat each other up and slaughter various animals and humanoids to eat) #it’s such an evil game #haunted by natsume malware ghosts

[imagineredwood]

Mommy’s Friend

Summary:  Coco finds out through his son that his ex who is also the mother of his child (you) have a new friend named Carlos, and he's not happy about it.

Pairing: Coco Cruz x reader 

Warnings: Talks of break ups, co-parenting, Coco fucking up with his kids etc 

Word count: 2.5K

***This is just an idea that i’ve had floating around my head for a while. Ask @breanime how long i’ve been talking about this lmao. I’m wanna do a part two but I’d like to hear what y’all would like to see happen so let me know please ❤️ ***

“You ready to go, baby?”

“Yep!”

Your son Sebastian smiled and bounced on his feet, his backpack secured on his shoulders as you held his hand and walked him to the living room.

“Daddy’s just running a couple of minutes late, but he’ll be here ok? You want some juice before you go?”

His nod was exaggerated, and you chuckled, going into the fridge, and grabbing the apple juice. Looking back over at him as you poured, you watched him hop up into his chair at the table to sit down, his bulky backpack not letting him lean back.

“Take your backpack off, honey.”

Your son shook his head as you walked over to him, giving him his juice in his favorite new Spiderman cup. He took it from you and brought it up to his lips in slow motion, still being careful now that he was promoted to drinking out of a cup that was open with no lid. He took his sip and then answered you, licking the juice from his top lip.

“I can’t. I gotta be ready when Daddy comes. I don’t want him to leave without me.”

You frowned as you looked at him, a small bubble of anger igniting.

The last time Coco had come to get him, he had left no more than five minutes after arriving. What was supposed to have been a fun father-son day had been canceled once again by Coco’s duty to the club. He said it all the time since you had first gotten to know him all those years ago.

“The club comes first.”

You knew it, but you had always assumed that the more serious you and him got, maybe that would shift. Not that you would be his number one priority, but that you would get picked first every now and then. That had not happened and thus you had split, feeling that you deserved better. Then you had found out that you were pregnant, and things had changed entirely. You had been even more strict, giving Coco certain boundaries and one non-negotiable rule.

Be a good father and don’t break his heart.

It had sounded easy enough and Coco had stuck to it for the most part. Except for last Friday. He had promised Seb that they would spend the entire weekend together doing everything fun under the sun. A call from Bishop had ruined that and with your son nearly ready to go, running to his room to grab his backpack, Coco had to explain that he couldn’t take him anymore. Now here he was thinking that he had been left because he was not ready fast enough.

You squatted down before him, reaching up to take his chin in your hand softly, looking into those brown eyes that looked so much like his father’s.

“He’s not gonna leave without you. I promise. That day he got a very important call and he had to leave without taking you with him because it wouldn’t be safe. That’s why. He didn’t leave you because you weren’t ready, or you took too long ok?”

“Oh. Ok.”

He perked up some then, but you were still irritated, the mother in you never wanting him to feel responsible for the shitty decisions of his father. In the distance, Coco’s bike could be heard, and your son jumped off of his seat with a gasp, trying to race over to the front door, only for you to keep him in place by the backpack.

“Finish your juice.”

The four-year-old grabbed the cup and tried to drink it quickly, coughing as some went into his nose. You reached for a napkin as the doorknob to the front door turned, Coco stepping into the house just as you finished wiping off your son’s face.

“Daddy!”

He was taking off then, racing over to his father, barreling into his legs, and wrapping his arm around. Coco stood there for a moment, a smile coming to his face as he laid eyes on Seb. He kneeled to get eye level and then hugged his son tightly.

“Hi, papi. Ready to go?”

The child nodded excitedly, his arms tight around his father’s neck. They separated after a moment and Coco stood back up, his eyes on you.”

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Looking down at Seb, you gave him a smile and pointed to the kitchen.

“Go put your cup in the sink real quick.”

He groaned but listened anyway, you using the moment to quietly scold Coco.

“Make sure that you actually spend time with him this weekend, please. He thought that you bailed on him last time because he wasn’t ready in time, so he’s had his backpack on for the last hour.”

The Mayan winced as he apologized.

“I’m sorry. Bishop said I’d have the day off and then something came up, so we- “

“I don’t want to hear about your club business. Just keep your word and take care of him. He’s looking forward to being with you.”  

There was a certain irony behind him having always kept everything from you when you were together and always wanting to tell you what was going on now that you had split up. Your son was back then, cheeks full as he grinned, reaching up to hold Coco’s hand.

“Are we ready Daddy?”

“Yes, we’re ready. Let’s go.”

Your son waved to you as he and Coco walked out, joy on his face.

“Bye, mommy!”

“Bye, baby. Have fun. See you Sunday.”

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“Is that sandwich good?”

Sebastian only nodded, knowing that he was not supposed to talk with his mouth full. Coco grinned and took a bite of his own, leaning against the counter as he looked at his son.

“What do you want to do today?”

The child tilted his head back and forth as he thought.

“Maybe we can go to the park and play catch? Or we can go visit Tio Angel! And we can play water guns again.”

Coco laughed as he remembered how good his son’s aim had been, Angel losing more often than not in the game of tag.

“Yeah, maybe don’t tell mom about that.”

“Ok.”

The father and son agreed and then there was a comfortable silence as they continued to eat lunch.

“How is mom?”

Sebastian took a sip from his cup and then set it down with a smile.

“She’s ok. She made me chicken yesterday. It was good.”

Coco laughed and took another bite.

“Anything else going on?”

The child thought for a moment to find something interesting.

“Me and mommy got a fish. We named him Gilbert. He’s green and blue and black with the floppy fins. She let me keep his tank in my room, but I have to remember to feed him. Oh, and she got a new dress! It’s really pretty, bright red like an apple. I liked it. I think Carlos will like it too. He thinks mommy looks pretty in red. She does.”

He was taking another bite of his ham and cheese then, Coco’s jaw still as he stopped mid-chew. He swallowed quickly and then inquired, leaning closer to his son whose eyes were more focused on his lunch.

“…Who’s Carlos?”

“Mommy’s friend.”

Coco could feel his fingers tingling. He knew he had no right to be upset, you and him had been separated going on five years. He still loved you though, even if he never had been good at showing it. He loved you then and he loved you now. Only difference was that he couldn’t show it to you now even if he wanted to. He had been with plenty of other women since you had split and in the back of his mind, he knew it was only a matter of time before you did the same. It was different to have it confirmed now though.

“Have you met him? Carlos?”

Seb nodded, finally finished with his sandwich.

“Yeah! We went to the park with him the other day. He was playing catch with me and mom. She’s not really good at it but I am!”

Whatever little bit of patience Coco had was gone now as he envisioned his family out at a part with another man. His son playing catch with a man that was not him. The mother of his child being made to laugh and smile by another man. Coco knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t help it no matter how hard he tried. Maybe in the back of his mind he had always held onto the hope that one day things would go back to how they had been. That one day you would forgive how foolish he had been, and your family would be back together the way it was supposed to be.

Yet here you were with some man named Carlos, and Coco felt like his chance was slipping away from him. He knew he wasn’t perfect. In fact, it would not be incorrect to say that he was almost on the exact opposite end of the spectrum from it, but one thing that no one could ever say about him was that he didn’t try. Even if it did not work, Coco always tried, and he never gave up when he set his mind to it.

And as he sat there at the counter, he set a new goal.

He was going to do everything possible to try and get you to see how much he had improved over the years and how diligently he would work to get your family back together.

But first, he needed to figure out who this Carlos was and get him out of the picture.

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The weekend had gone by quickly, Seb and Coco enjoying their time together. It was now the afternoon on Sunday though and Coco had to take him back. Normally he simply stayed at the door that was it, giving Seb a hug and a kiss before heading back home. This time would be different though.

As soon as you opened the door you were on your knees to hug your son, missing him like crazy even if it had only been two days.

“How’s my baby?”

You held him tightly, leaving a million kisses all over him, his shrill laugh making you both smile. Standing back up, Seb hugged his father and then raced into the house, you holding your hand out to get his bag from Coco. He didn’t give it to you though, opting to point inside.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

He could see that the question had caught you off guard as you hesitated for a moment.

“Sure.”

You pulled the door open and allowed him to walk inside, your brows furrowed in confusion as you locked up behind him.

“Is everything ok? He didn’t misbehave, did he?”

Shaking his head, Coco denied it, reaching up to run his fingers through his waved hair.

“Nah, he was fine. I just wanted to…catch up, I guess.”

He could see that you were apprehensive, and he held his hands palms out in defense.

“I’m not here to start any shit, I promise. I just wanna talk.”

You agreed after a few seconds, letting him place Seb’s bag down on the counter and follow you into the living room. You both sat down on the couch and the distance you placed between you and him was not lost on him. With a sigh, he figured he had to choose his word carefully.

“How are you?”

He could see you begin to give your usual cookie-cutter answer and clarified.

“Like, how are you really?”

You hesitated, eyeing him.

“It’s not a trick, I’m asking.”

Here were a few more moments of silence before you shrugged.

“I’m fine, I guess. Work has been shitty lately but what’s new. I’m getting out a little more now that Seb’s getting older.”

Coco had to bite his tongue in order not to bring up Carlos right then and there, but despite his best efforts, his will wasn’t strong enough.

“Seb told me about Carlos.”

You laughed but there was not any humor in it.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.”

He could feel you putting your defenses up and he tried to halt it quickly.

“I’m not trying to start anything, I’m just trying to make sure that you and my kid are safe.”

“We’re safe, Coco. You don’t have to worry. I would never bring a man around Seb if I didn’t think he was safe.”

He cringed slightly, not having meant for it to come across like you weren’t thinking of safety.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just…”

You stared at him as he tried to find a way to word his thoughts, in the end deciding to just say what he was feeling. That was what you had always wanted anyway, right? Honesty? It all poured out like a flood then.

“It just scares me because I feel like I might lose you guys and I don’t want that. I know you would never keep him from me, I know that, but shit is a lot different with both of us being single than it would be if you and this dude got together. I was fucking stupid to let you go in the first place and I know that now. You were there for me and I wasn’t there for you. It’s fucked up that it took you having Seb to open my eyes, but it did, and I can see what I lost now. I could’ve had you and him and we could’ve been a family, but I fucked that up just like I fuck everything else up. I swore I was gonna do it right with this kid and I didn’t. I’ve been wasting time seeing how things played out and now the thought of another man coming in and being what I wasn’t is just…”

Coco huffed and stood from the couch, your eyes wide as you looked at him, the Mayan starting to pace.

“I blocked you out to protect you, but I hurt you by doing that. Story of my fuckin’ life. I just need to know where we’re at.”

He turned to face you again, watching as you stood up from the couch.

“Me and Carlos are just friends right now. I’ll be honest, there’s chemistry, but nothing’s happening right now. We went to the park with his dog just to get out and do something. I can’t promise that we won’t end up together. No matter what though, no one is going to replace you, Coco. You’re Seb’s dad and that isn’t going to change. We’re still a family even if we aren’t living together or in a relationship.

You shrugged as you looked at him, not ever having known that he had felt that way. Maybe if he had told you, things would’ve been different. Sighing and looking over at Seb’s room momentarily, you extended the offer.

“Look, why don’t you stay for dinner. Hang out with him here, spend some time with us, maybe we can watch a movie or something together. If you can’t stay today, that’s fine. I know it’s short notice.”

Coco shook his head, his fingers itching to reach out and grab your hand.

“I’ll stay.”

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[scullydubois]

Only the Light Ch. 19

19/? | AU where Melissa moves in with Scully after Scully’s abduction | angst, msr slow-burn, occasional fluff | currently: mid-s3 (canon-divergent) | T | 5.3k | previous chapters | read on ao3 | tagging: @today-in-fic <3

Fate touches Scully's life, as does her own free will.

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Can you still call something a miracle when you could not have gone on without it? When, if it hadn’t happened, the death knell would have sounded in your memory? Is that really a miracle, or is it just what had to occur? Certainly what keeps you breathing wouldn’t be so highly esteemed if the chips fell the other way. It would be called a tragedy, and no one wants to live in a world where every moment is caught between the two.

Scully existed there for a little while, but she’s escaped. Maybe for good. Because this--the Lace’s sacrifice, her signature on the adoption paper, her baby in her arms--is no miracle. This is God realizing she’s gotten her fair share, that he owes her a break. This is her fate.

In more normal circumstances, the foster family and the adoptive parent would have no contact. Social services would handle the transition. Since those barriers are already broken in Emily’s case, the state allows the Lace’s and their son to accompany Emily as she’s turned over to Scully. The nondescript woman in the polo shirt joins them as a witness to the custody change, and so they all find themselves at Bill Jr.’s house--of all places--for one grievous goodbye and a destined hello.

Mrs. Lace passes Emily to Scully moments after the family walks through the door. Her red-rimmed eyes reveal the depth of her agony. 

“Take her,” she says. “I need to start letting go while she’s still in my sight.”

Scully bites her lip, feels Emily’s pudgy hand press into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Lace. I can’t imagine how hard this must be. I’ll make good on my promise to send pictures and updates, I swear.”

“Thank you, Dana.” She sighs. “It’ll be an adjustment.”

Her husband taps the head of the little boy by his knee. “This is Andrew, our son. He wanted to make sure Emily has the best life possible, so he made you a guide to her favorite things.”

The boy--no more than five--holds up a construction paper booklet with crayon drawings of him and baby Emily. How To Mak My Sister Smile, his stilted handwriting reads. Scully’s heart skips a beat as she accepts it from him. She kneels down so he’s level with her and Emily. 

“Thank you, Andrew. This is so sweet and I’ll be sure to read every bit of it and make sure your sister smiles every single day, okay?”

He nods, but tears cloud his vision. 

Scully turns Emily so that she’s perched on her knee, facing Andrew. “Tell me--what’s your favorite thing to do with your sister?” she asks him softly. 

He rubs his eyes and nose. “I like to show her my cars,” he stammers.

“Your cars? Wow!” Scully effuses. It’s not often that she gets to work on her kiddie voice, and she’ll need that now.

The color returns Andrew’s face. “Yeah, yeah, my race cars! I have a mat for them, and I push them around the track, and she watches. She likes the races. They make her laugh sometime.” 

“Wow! You sound like a great big brother.”

“Yeah, and I like her bouncy thing too,” he sputters. “It was mine before.”

“An activity jumper,” Mr. Lace clarifies. “From Fisher-Price.”

“Ahh.” Scully’s happy to get any insight she can into her daughter’s early life. The Lace’s offered to send some toys with Emily, but Scully will only accept a couple onesies and Emily’s beloved stuffed rabbit. She doesn’t want to take any more from them than she already is.

She adjusts Emily on her knee, looks to Andrew. “Do you wanna give your sister a hug?”

“Okay.” He moves bashfully toward her and wraps his arms around Emily. He holds on until Emily begins to fuss, then steps back like he’s been caught sneaking away from time out. 

“Emily’s lucky to have a big brother like you,” Scully tells him. “Your parents have my phone number, and you can call and talk to her whenever you want, okay? I know she can’t say much yet, but she’ll grow into it, and besides, she’ll recognize your voice.” Scully offers him a spirit-boosting smile. “Does that sound good?”

He nods, hands linked behind his back. Stranger shyness has taken over.

“Good. She’s gonna need her big brother to stick up for her.”

Scully stands up, clutching Emily to her chest. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Lace,” Scully addresses them, “it’s impossible for me to sum up how deeply, deeply grateful I am for you and your sacrifice. It is no exaggeration to say that you have saved my life. I can already tell that Emily is so lucky to have been raised by you--that you have done an incredible job--and I hope that the two of us will continue to be a part of you and your son’s lives as Emily grows up.”

Mrs. Lace dabs her cheeks with a tissue. Mr. Lace frowns at his wife’s pain. “That means a great deal to us, Dana,” he replies. 

“We feel blessed to have led Emily through her formative months,” his wife murmurs through her tear-strickenness. 

The man nods. “She’s a wonderful kid, and I’m sure some of that comes from you.”

Scully smiles tautly. “I could say the same of you. Thank you for giving her the start I was denied from providing her.”

“You’ll let us know if you need any help, won’t you?”

“Of course. I’ll have your number on speed dial by the end of the night.”

The Lace’s formal goodbye had taken place at home, they said, and dragging out their visit would only make matters worse. They leave Bill Jr.’s house after a few short minutes, advancing down the front steps like a funeral procession.

When the door shuts and Scully’s baby is in her arms, she realizes that this will be her life for the rest of her life. What joy--! What horror--!

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The heater’s gentle sigh provides a generous rush of white noise as the girls settle for sleep. It’s the time of year when San Diego’s nightly temperatures start drifting away from perfection, when sleeping with the windows open no longer has such appeal. According to Bill, it’s not cold enough to turn on the heating system (surprise, surprise) so he pulled a dusty space heater from the closet for the “girl’s room” to share. Like a gentleman, Mulder took the couch (as if he had any other option), leaving Scully, Missy, and now Emily with the guest room. A family affair, one generation rounded out by another.

It’s a convenient arrangement, really. Bill doesn’t have a crib and it’s not worth buying one for a single night, so Emily will be sleeping on the bed like a grown-up. If Missy weren’t there as a physical barrier, Scully would be taking the chance that Emily might roll off the unattended side. Instead, the little girl’s mother and aunt will be an arm’s length away for her first sleep with her new family. A symbolic gesture of the protection they hope to provide for the rest of her life. 

It’s a wonder how smoothly the transition has gone. Emily hasn’t shed a single tear since the family she knew left her in this strange house. Then again, Scully has never seen her daughter cry; like her mother, she must not be prone to it. 

Tara served a ham for dinner while Scully spooned mashed carrots and peas into Emily’s mouth, her helicopter parenting beginning early. Mulder made some joke about gourmet baby food, and everybody laughed except Bill, and Scully felt that she finally understood what was meant by family--some who share your blood will never fit into it, but some who were once strangers will more than make up for that absence. 

And now, as Scully lowers her onesie-clad daughter onto the guest bed, there is peace. Terror, too, lingers in her mind, but it’s the unwarranted kind. She is the mother to a healthy baby girl. Yes, there will be challenges. Yes, a person loved separately from yourself is a person you could lose. But the summit has been reached; the worst did not happen, and now everything else pales in comparison. As far as Scully’s concerned, she can never be truly hurt again. Because if anything happens to Emily, well, this is what Scully asked for, and what gives her the right to complain? Beggars can’t be choosers, and she begged God for this...The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. This happened in the opposite order for her, so she can only assume more loss is to come, and she will accept it. She will.

Scully slides beneath the comforter, snaking her arm out from under to rest a hand on the small of her baby’s back. A comfort very familiar to her, and one she will bequeath to her daughter. They have the bed to themselves for now. Missy is in the living room downing a beer with the boys and trying to compete with (or mediate?) their trash talk. In the past, a situation like this might worry Scully, but those old concerns look so small now. 

Only a few hours in, and she already feels much more at home with the title of mother, much more deserving of it. The first diaper she changed rivaled some of the operations she witnessed in med school, both in its gruesome nature and in requiring multiple pairs of hands. Mulder would help if Emily was a boy, he swore, but he claimed to be “out of his depth with her plumbing” as he put it. Missy quipped that you sure are and it made even Bill laugh and life was wonderfully rose-colored through Dana Scully’s eyes. 

She hopes for sweet dreams for herself, but much more so, for her daughter, and she is aware that this is how it will be for the rest of time. Having been half-asleep when she was put down, Emily lulls into even-breathed dozing before Scully can decide on a lullaby. No harm done; Scully’s vocal cords haven’t seen regular exercise since college karaoke, and she’d hate to disappoint so soon.

When she opens her eyes again (she hadn’t realized she closed them, but apparently she had), Emily is deep in sleep, her eyelids twitching to the rhythm of her unseen dreams. And Missy has joined them too, her mouth drooping like it did when the sisters shared a bed every Christmas Eve. Scully doesn’t know what time it is, and with such a picture perfect view in front of her, she won’t dare to roll over and check the bedside clock. How nice it is to exist beyond time’s constraints, even for a moment. 

Scully is as present, maybe, as she’s ever been. She’s touched by the past and the future, ironically giving her a heightened awareness of now. One side of her consciousness is borne back into childhood and the many nights she slept by her sister’s side--in this very city, in fact. The other sees a path of hope unfurling in front of it, finally. She wonders whether her happiness might multiply, like a drop of food coloring unleashed into water. Might Emily be the shield that she’s needed?...Maybe the loss she expects will not be what comes.

And what that could mean...she has meant, for a long time now, to plant Mulder firmly in her life. Partner is much too fleeting--the Bureau could close the X-Files tomorrow, and then they’d be nothing but ex-coworkers. They’ve established where they stand through silences that say more than words ever could. She loves him, he loves her, and my god, neither one wants to lose that. It’s only now that Scully is realizing that they haven’t--or she, rather, hasn’t--embraced what they have, and so there is nothing to lose, and very little to cherish. 

With all this change in her life, she thinks, why not add that to the list?

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They fly back into DC on Emily’s first birthday. November 2nd. Or at least, that’s the date that was left on the note at the foster agency. Scully isn’t sure exactly what she was doing last November 2nd, but she wasn’t having a baby, that’s certain. It was around the time of Aubrey, Missouri and BJ and nightmares, she remembers that. Plus, the phantom pregnancy, and the fear. The universe has a way of echoing itself.

They’re off to Mama Scully’s as soon as they make it off the tarmac. She’s aching to see her granddaughter, as she let Dana and Melissa know through a barrage of phone calls. I even made cupcakes and bought decorations for a warm welcome home! she insisted. Neither one of them can remember their mother being this excited about anything since...honestly? Ever. And they can’t blame her; Emily is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to their family. If only their father were here to meet her.

This is the sorrow that Scully has not had time to pick at. Her hero, her role model, the blueprint for all she wants Emily to be, not around to see it happen. She can’t think further than that; it’s the loose string that would unravel the sweater.

Mama Scully opens the door before they make it up the front steps, armed with yellow balloons and a party hat for the birthday girl. What a way to meet your grandmother. 

“Hello dear!” It’s unclear whether she’s referring to Emily, one of her daughters, or the three as a unit. “Look at you…” she cups her hands around Emily’s head, and now they’re pretty sure who she’s referring to. “You’re like a little princess!”

Scully smirks. She’s glad to witness her mother’s happiness, of course, but they’ve just finished five hours of travelling with a baby. “Mom, please, could you save the theatrics for inside?”

“Oh, I have a whole other set of theatrics planned there,” Mama Scully quips. She clears the way, ushers the group into the house. 

She touches Mulder’s shoulder as he passes. “Fox! I almost didn’t see you there.”

“Well, I can’t compete with Emily, so I don’t blame you.”

“She is precious, isn’t she?” Mrs. Scully gazes toward the doorway that Scully and Emily have since deserted. “There’s a place for you in Emily’s future, you know.”

Mulder shoves his hands in his pockets. “Oh.” He doesn’t know what else to say to that, and besides, it should be up to Scully.

“Unless there’s another woman in your life…?”

“No, no, I just--” he chuckles. “I didn’t expect that.”

Mama Scully lays a hand on his arm. “I care about you, Fox. Your well-being is deeply connected with my daughter’s.”

“Yes, of course…” He really, really would like to go in now. 

“And it’s important to me that she has a strong support system throughout this ordeal. Raising a child is a tremendous challenge, and I don’t want her to feel that the burden is hers alone.”

“I completely agree.”

“That’s why you should adopt Emily, too. Give her the gift of a father.”

Mulder’s brain short-circuits. “I--what? Mrs. Scully, I don’t know--”

She puts a hand on his back and leads him inside. “Think about it. You and Dana, forming a family for this child that needs one. It would be a little untraditional, of course, but the wedding could come in due time, no need to rush.”

Mulder’s head is spinning. This is a practical joke, right? The hidden cameras can feel free to reveal themselves any time now. 

The pair stops in the front hallway, a safe distance from everyone else in the kitchen. Mulder tries to mold his thoughts into cohesive sentences.

“Mrs. Scully, your intentions are good, but I think this solution is a bit extreme. I’m more than happy to help with Emily as much as possible, but becoming her father would just make things more complicated for all involved. And trust me, even if I were onboard, there’s no way Dana would go for it.”

Mama Scully nods. “I anticipated that. I’m going to talk with her tonight, straighten things out.”

Mulder does an awkward side-to-side shuffle. “If there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that her mind is not easily changed.” 

“Yes, well, I doubt this is something Dana has given much thought to. I’m hoping to get my argument across before she takes sides.”

“Mmm.” Mulder looks off toward the kitchen, where he would like to be. 

“I’ll let Dana know that we’ve discussed my proposition,” Mama Scully continues, “and then you two can talk it over, alright? I don’t mean to force you into anything. It just feels like a logical step. I’m sure you’d agree that your relationship is deeper than that of many married couples.”

“Sure, but it’s very different too,” Mulder mutters. This is not a topic to delve into with his partner’s mother, of all people. “I don’t know that they can be compared.”

“Perhaps you should consider it.” 

Mrs. Scully holds her hardened glance for a long second, and Mulder is the one who breaks. He scoots out of her direct line of sight, then gestures for her to go before him into the kitchen. “Shall we?”

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They celebrate Emily’s 365th day around the sun like they’ve been by her side for every one of them. Before the crew arrived, Mama Scully whipped up vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles, or as she put it, “a little bit of everything since I don’t know what she likes.” She even bought a happy birthday banner and sharpied in Emily’s name--not to mention five birthday hats and a humongous 1 candle that a single cupcake can barely hold up. 

It’s a testament to Emily’s character that she’s so unbothered by it all. She lets Mama Scully slip the hat into place, shows no visible distress to the admiration she receives from the room. She prefers her mother’s arms over anyone else’s--they are, after all, the most familiar of the unfamiliar--but she’s content anywhere that welcomes her. And this is a place where she is most welcome.

Scully reminds herself to capture these little moments in her mind...Emily’s effervescent giggle as Missy tickles the bottoms of her feet,  Mulder helping Mama Scully add extra sprinkles to each cupcake, the warm hug of a family’s company. Love, love, there is so much love here. 

The time comes for cake and singing and blown-out candles. Well, candle in this case. Mulder performs the honor of lighting said candle as everyone gathers around, Emily nestled in her mother’s arms. 

“Ready?” Mulder inquires. He conducts in time with his countdown. “One, two, one, two, three…”

The rendition is not in tune on anyone’s part (though Missy is the closest), but at least their intentions are harmonious. Scully’s heart swells. Mulder and Missy throw in a zany “and many more!” for the cherry on top of a joyous moment. Scully mourns its end; the birthday song is much too brief.

“Make a wish!” Missy chirps, and Scully leans forward and blows out the flame for her daughter. Safety, happiness, love...these are the things she asks for. These are the things that everyone deserves. 

Scully’s not surprised when her mother pulls her aside a few minutes later and leads her to the library, leaving Emily at Missy and Mulder’s mercy. Her mother is fond of sentimental speeches, but not brave enough for an audience. Scully steels herself for a mushy-gushy outpouring. 

Mama Scully shuts the door, turns to her daughter. “I’m overflowing with joy. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, mom,” Scully answers, tiresome already. “I’m a bit afraid this is all a dream that I’ll wake up from at any moment.”

“Pinch yourself. You’ll see that it’s not, I promise.”

Scully pinches her bicep, more for her mother’s amusement than anything. This is, in fact, reality.

“You must be very overwhelmed, I imagine,” Mrs. Scully remarks, beginning to pace. Scully follows with her eyes. 

“There is a lot that I haven’t sorted out yet, yes,” Scully replies, her suspicion about her mother’s intentions growing. “Work, for example. I only have one more day off, and then I have to explain everything to Skinner, and hopefully I’ll qualify for maternity leave. But the Bureau isn’t very good about that, it’s only two weeks.”

“Just remember that I’m always available to babysit Emily if you need it.”

“I know, mom.”

Mama Scully allows herself to get side-tracked for a moment. “You have a crib though? And diapers, and a high chair?”

Scully nods. “Required for the home study.”

“Good.” Mama Scully sweeps back a wayward piece of her daughter’s hair. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re all alone in this.”

Her mother’s soft gaze unearths a sudden swell of emotion; tears prick at the back of Scully’s eyes. “I know, mom.”

“And I know that you’re gonna say you are Emily’s only legal guardian, and so you are technically alone, but you know what? You don’t have to be,” Mama Scully asserts. “There is someone out there who is willing to fill that void for you.”

Scully rolls her eyes, her brief emotional trance broken. “Don’t tell me you're gonna set me up with the Prizatskys’ son again.”

“Oh no,” Mrs. Scully laughs. “Besides, he’s engaged now.”

“Oh.” Scully tries to miss the patronization in her mother’s voice. 

“What I’m saying is,” Mrs. Scully continues, “there is a man in your life who is loyal, trustworthy, hard-working, and in the perfect position to provide for you and Emily.”

“If you’re referring to Mulder,” Scully starts, an eyebrow raised, “I’m not exactly planning to shun him anytime soon.”

“Yes, but have you ever truly let him in?”

Mrs. Scully has aimed her arrow and hit her target, a stunning blow. The most damning parts of Scully’s inner dialogue have just been echoed back at her. 

Wounded, she swallows hard. “That’s really none of your business. And just because he’s in my life doesn’t mean that he magically fills the role of Emily’s father. How would that even work? Emily would have to be shuttled back and forth...She’d be split between one parent and the other...It would make her life more hectic.”

“Dana, Dana…” Mama Scully pulls her daughter close, recognizing that she’s struck a nerve. Scully stiffens into the hug. “Remember when you were little, and your father would be gone on long deployments, and you’d draw pictures of him in his uniform, and tell your class about how your father was a Navy captain, and you were so proud? You barely had a sense of what that meant, but you knew he was doing something important.”

Scully relaxes into their embrace. “And when I missed him the worst, you’d let me wear his old sailor hat.”

“Yes.” Mama Scully takes a hearty breath. “I was there every day, feeding you, bathing you, sending you off to school...and you loved me, I don’t doubt that, but I wasn’t the one who put stars in your eyes.”

Scully nods against her mother’s shoulder. Damn, if she isn’t winding her way toward a convincing point.

“Emily’s gonna love you whatever you choose. But the fuller her life is--the more love she’s surrounded by--the more she’ll have to give, and the brighter her light will shine.”

Scully sniffles, shaken by the truth of this. God, to know as much love as she’s known in her life and resist it still. That’s not the way a life is meant to be lived.

“Thank you, mom,” she whispers in her mother’s ear. It’s an imprecise affirmation--encompassing everything and yet a specific something that she can no longer reject. 

Scully pulls away, smiles at her mom. “No more meddling, okay? I’ll sort this out for myself.”

Mama Scully laughs. “You just needed that push. Now that the ball’s rolling, I’ll leave it alone.”

“You’d better,” Scully teases. She gestures toward the door. “I should get back to my baby.”

“Yes,” Mama Scully grins, “you should.”

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The knock on the door comes at a quarter to noon, as Scully expected. She didn’t expect that she’d be scrubbing grape juice off the tile when it happened, but hey, these are the disruptions everyone in her life will have to get used to. Including--especially--her. 

“I’ll get it!” Missy’s voice breezes through the apartment. 

A moment later, Scully finds herself level with a pair of black dress shoes. Big ones. A twelve if she had to guess.

“Scully, if you wanna know my shoe size, just ask,” Mulder jests, and has he read her mind? She feels like she’s been caught in a compromising act, though she’s done nothing but wipe up a sticky purple mess. She cranes her neck, looks up at him.

“Good morning, Mulder,” she mumbles, running her hand over the spill area. Coming up clean, she finds her footing. The top of her head is even with her partner’s collarbone. 

Scully thumbs toward Emily, who is gobbling cheese crackers in her high chair without a care in the world. “Apparently she doesn’t like grape juice.”

“Grape juice?” Mulder jeers. “She knows orange juice is where it’s at.”

Scully ignores him, but makes a mental note to add OJ to the grocery list. And apple too, just to be safe.

“Let me get my shoes and I’ll be ready to go,” she says, shuffling off in her pantyhose without waiting for a response. 

They have a lunchtime meeting with Skinner to explain...well, everything. Mulder doesn’t need to be there--as his partner was quick to remind him--but he insists on advocating for her. No amount of I’m not a damsel in distress, Mulder will put him off. She’s so much more than that, he knows. Hence why he’s got to do all he can so her life isn’t defined by its crises. Besides, he’ll take any excuse to sneak down to the office on his day off.

He told Scully he’d pick her up because it’d be easier on her, sure, but also because he has an important delivery to make. He nods to Missy, and she grabs the goods off the front table. He wanted to make his entrance before the big moment. His presence known, he’s ready to go.

“Emily, Uncle Mulder brought something for you!” Missy sing-songs as she places the gifts in Mulder’s hidden hands. The girl looks up, her attention easily diverted here and there. 

Mulder tries to tip-toe forward--hands behind his back--without coming off as creepy, which is harder than it seems. He takes it as a good sign that Emily doesn’t spook and wonders what it means that Missy called him Uncle Mulder. Did she and Scully have a conversation about it? Is this what he’ll be known as? Or was that just a last minute reach to fill the space? 

He pushes these thoughts away, focuses on the blue-eyed girl in front of him. 

“Emily,” he begins, and it rolls off his tongue like a devotion, “I thought your bunny might like some friends.”

He reveals the fox first, then the UFO. His personal mark on Emily’s budding stuffed animal collection. She lets out a peep of astonishment and reaches for the fox, fascinated with its bushy tail. She hits it back and forth so it wags like a dog’s.

Mulder chuckles, his brain lighting up in places it never has before. Missy hangs back and waits for her sister to reemerge. Sure enough, Scully melts at the sight, stopping short so she doesn’t interrupt it. She clutches her heart. She and Missy share a smile.

“My, my, look at this,” Scully saunters in, ruffles Emily’s hair. “Do you know what this is, Em?” she asks, patting the fox. “This is a fox.”  She points to Mulder. “And this is a Fox, too!” 

Emily doesn’t get the joke, but that’s okay. 

“And do you know what this is?” Mulder prompts, picking up the flying saucer. He moves it through the air like it’s flying. Emily reaches for it, and god, Mulder knows the feeling.

“This is a UFO, Emily,” Mulder tells her sweetly. “Aliens!”

“No, no.” Scully plucks the UFO from his hand. “No aliens, Em.” 

She lays the saucer on the high chair tray. “Mama’s gotta go away for a little bit, but I’ll be back soon.” She kisses Em’s temple. “Auntie Missy will be right here.”

Missy steps forward. “We can play with Mr. Fox and the al--” Scully shoots her a look. ”The UFO!” she corrects, winking at Mulder. She scoops her niece out of the high chair. “Say ‘bye Mama!’”

Emily doesn’t have that grasp on words yet, and they all know it, but Missy gets her to wave. “Okay, now ‘bye Uncle Mulder!’” Another wave. Smiles all around.

Mulder and Scully move reluctantly toward the door. Scully groans as Missy and the baby girl slip from her view. 

“They’ll be okay,” Mulder assures his partner.

“I know,” Scully sighs, “but will I?”

Mulder rests his hand in the familiar spot on her back as they exit her apartment. “Absolutely. Skinner will grant you the leave, and you’ll be back with your baby in no time.”

She nods, bites her lip, and slows, suddenly wistful. Mulder stops, turns to her. “Scully…?”

“Mulder, did my mom have a conversation with you?”

He nods. 

“And...did you think it was kind of crazy too?”

He nods again.

She takes a breath and rises to her tip-toes. She could pretend not to know what she’s doing, but she does. Oh, she does. 

“But not out of the realm of extreme possibility…?” she coos, eyes centered on his lips. 

Mulder smiles shyly. He always expected it would be this way: Scully the coquette to his boyish ineptitude. Who knew she’d be stealing his lines.

His hands find her waist, pulling her closer there in the hallway. “No, no,” he muses, “I think it’s pretty solidly in the realm…” He nuzzles her neck, breathes in her sweet smell, and nibbles her ear, all in the beat of a hummingbird’s wing. “...of extreme possibility,” he purrs into her ear, satisfied with himself. 

It reminds Scully of do you believe in the existence of  ~extraterrestrials~ and how she knew then that he was a little bit unhinged, whip-snap smart, and too goddamn charming for his own good. That either fate or her own unconquerable desire would bring them together. She knows now that fate conspired to keep them apart. What’s unfolding is neither an act of its hand nor a last-ditch effort of a dead-end life. It is one choice among many, undertaken out of sheer belief in the happiness it could bring.

She looks into his eyes, which look back at her with a caramel-drizzle melt. Yes, yes, this is right. She fans a hand out on his cheek, runs her thumb over his mole. She has always wanted to touch it, but could never come up with a good excuse. 

They’ve delayed the inevitable long enough. Scully leans in, still on her tip-toes, and Mulder bends to close the distance. Their lips meet, and there’s no fireworks. No, it’s simple serenity. Like coming home after a long time away--though this is a house they have never walked into until now, they have a feeling they will be walking into it for the rest of their lives.

And then Scully pulls away, and it’s over but it’s just beginning.

#a moment of happiness among all the angst <3 #thank you as always for reading #kinda sorta almost done #but i have one last angsty twist cause that's who i am #only the light fic #missy and scully fic #the x-files #txf #txf fic #fox mulder #dana scully #melissa scully #mine

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Past Aizawa/Mandalay

Word Count: 1,921 Words

Summary: Hitoshi and Katsuki's birthday.

Warnings: Period Mention, Menstruation Mention, Food Mention, Nightmare Mention, Death Mention, Cursing, Caps, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison   Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 7

6:25 AM

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pure: It's a birthday! That means birthday breakfasts are in order!

life is a nightmare: Kiyo made everyone yakisoba buns with enoki and I made soup dumplings to celebrate.

farmer toshi: You two are so sweet, thank you.

deku deck-you: Thanks, girls.

pure: No problem!

saviour: I will not be attending class today. I will not be leaving my room today.

feral cat dad: What's wrong?

saviour: Painful period. Dysphoria. Hate living.

feral cat dad: I'm sorry, kid. I'll tell Vlad you're dehydrated and have Nemuri take care of you, she'll know more than me, but I'll bring a hot water bottle, food, and some company for you in the meantime.

saviour: Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: I am the father collective here, it's only fair I parent my child.

8:30  AM

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nat20: I'm recording the classes for you so you don't miss anything, Ibara, dear.

saviour: Thank you, Seiko.

nat20: Not a problem, love. I don't want to see you falling behind when you don't deserve to. I mean, it's surely not your fault uterus' exist.

saviour: You're amazing.

nat20: I know.

12:45 PM

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schrodinger better run: I'm bringing over lunch, Ibara.

saviour: You're all too nice to me. I shouldn't even be in bed still.

schrodinger better run: Ibara, honey, we're nice because we care about you. You deserve to rest this off and see when you feel better. There's no rushing yourself. I'm sure that, once you rest up a bit, Recovery Girl can help 'heal' the cramps or at least tone them down a bit.

saviour: Still, thank you. All of you.

2:04 PM

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gay salt: I think this is hilarious, personally.

nat20: What's even happening over in 1-A, you guys have been yelling and all for like ten minutes.

gay salt: birthdayboysinbirthdayhats.jpg

gay salt: Shinsou had to come deliver something to Mr. Aizawa from Mr. Snipe's class and now everyone is questioning Kats and Hito if they're twins and Midoriya's trying to chill everyone out. Really, you should be here, Seiko.

nat20: They are twins. I mean, practically, yes, they are.

ranch flavored jello: I know, it's great. The best part is that everyone is in such a heated debate about it.

feral cat dad: I have no clue what's even happening but I'm not gonna stop this unless Katsuki or Hitoshi says something.

foil-mecha: ourclassrightnow.jpg

schrodinger better run: Todoroki, please. It's not that deep, man.

foil-mecha: I don't think he cares, honestly.

nat20: I heard more screaming. Vlad King is starting to get concerned.

foil-mecha: They said they are twins and Midoriya's trying to ask why Katsuki's mother cheated on his father. This is the funniest thing, honestly.

3:15 PM

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gay salt: Okay, I found the 2006 First Year Sports Festival and I just need you all to see Mr. Aizawa as our age.

gay salt: younglankyaizawamidbattlewithtensei.jpg

foil-mecha: Mr. Aizawa, you were tiny.

feral cat dad: To be fair, I was an idiot kid and didn't eat well until like a week prior to that Sports Festival.

ranch flavored jello: I'll punt kick you, Dad.

feral cat dad: Yeah, yeah, I know. I started eating better after that, I promise.

gay salt: lankyaizawatakingdowntensei.jpg

nat20: Mr. Aizawa was a strong little stringbean.

feral cat dad: If you call me a stringbean again, I'll make you do garbage duty for a month.

nat20: That's normal, Father Collective.

feral cat dad: Curse these children being functional human beings.

President Megaphone: At least we know they clean up after each other and themselves.

President Megaphone: Plus, you were a stringbean, Shouta, so it's a fair statement.

deku deck-you: Wait, I just realized Mr. Aizawa told us he was divorced.

gay salt: Oh yeah, he did and nobody even questioned it!

ranch flavored jello: To be fair, we were busy introducing ourselves.

feral cat dad: Yeah, I was married for a while after high school. Maybe a year, I think.

President Megaphone: 10 months and 17 days from December 2010 to October 2011. I still think it's funny you didn't even spend one birthday married.

farmer toshi: Dad, what happened!?

feral cat dad: Well, you see, I had pressure put on me to get married to a girl I knew because we both weren't out yet as gay and lesbian, respectively, and we both realized during our marriage that it wasn't working so we went through a mutual divorce and are still friends.

President Megaphone: Yeah, Shouta and Sosaki are friends.

life is a nightmare: Shino Sosaki? Mandalay from the Wild Wild Pussycats?

feral cat dad: The one and only.

life is a nightmare; Wow.

9:52 PM

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schrodinger better run: Dating sucks.

feral cat dad: Why, what's up, Pony?

schrodinger better run: My gf broke up with me because she realized I'm actually in Japan. I mean, I told her a hundred times but she never believed me that I was going international. for high school.

deku deck-you: Eh, the trash got rid of itself from what it sounds like.

schrodinger better run: I mean, I'm kind of happy because she never really liked me for more than just saying she was dating a cute girl but I also feel bad about being happy that we're broken up.

ranch flavored jello: Ice cream and cry?

schrodinger better run: Thank you, Toru, it's much appreciated.

2:26 AM

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farmer toshi: Hey, dad?

feral cat dad: Yes?

farmer toshi: Can I sleep in your room?

feral cat dad: Yeah, sure, come on. Don't let the cats out.

farmer toshi: You're not even gonna ask me why?

feral cat dad: Should it matter?

farmer toshi: Well, I don't think so. I just don't want to have another nightmare but usually the caregivers at the orphanage would ask for a good reason.

feral cat dad: Well, you don't need one with me. Just don't let the cats out is my only request. Ai has figured out how to open the kitchen door and will get lost on UA grounds again.

farmer toshi: Kumo is staring at me while I open the door.

feral cat dad: Yeah, he's like that. Just ignore him, focus more of keeping Ai from making a break for it.

farmer toshi: Alright.

11:04 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Alright, I was going through you kids' files during my free period and Tsunotori, your birthday is today.

schrodinger better run: Oh, I don't like celebrating my birthday. I haven't celebrated it since I was six.

feral cat dad: Why, what happened?

schrodinger better run: My cousin from my biological family made fun of my feet, we got in a fight, and I couldn't explain to defend myself so I got grounded and wasn't allowed to celebrate my birthday so I just haven't celebrated it since then.

feral cat dad: Is there still a day we can celebrate with you that isn't today?

schrodinger better run: I like celebrating my adoption date as my new birthday. October 7th.

feral cat dad: I'll put a reminder for that.

saviour: Wait, are you putting all of our birthdays as reminders?

feral cat dad: Perhaps.

7:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

foil-mecha: I'm going to the convenience store before school for breakfast in class because I want sandos and energy drinks. Anyone else want? Say yes.

feral  cat dad: YES.

foil-mecha: Are you okay? You responded in like one second.

feral cat dad: I'm just realizing I like someone and I'm suffering.

gay salt: Please.

nat20: Yes.

farmer toshi: Two redbulls and anything with egg, please.

saviour: Fruit if it's there.

pure: Yes.

schrodinger better run: Yes, I'm so hungry.

life is a nightmare: Ham is preferred, please and thank you.

ranch flavored jello: Yes, food.

deku deck-you: Yes, please.

foil-mecha: Everyone will receive redbulls and sandos.

8:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

foil-mecha: I got held up, there was a villain attack right outside the store when I got there. I'm with food and drink and on my way back.

feral cat dad: I've already written you a pass, it's taped to the wall just inside the gate, have fun delivering food to Hitoshi.

8:25 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Tokoyami is a god.

farmer toshi: tworedbullsandthreesandos.jpg

nat20: Wow, he likes you.

foil-mecha: Oh, I got three for everyone. I just grabbed a bunch so everyone can pick.

nat20: Be careful at 1b, Mr. Kan is one of those 'bring something for yourself, share it with everyone' type of teachers.

foil-mecha: And I'll tell him to fuck off because us dorm kids didn't eat breakfast this morning.

deku deck-you: Yeah, our poor stove is dead.

ranch flavored jello: It wasn't my fault! I promise! I was just cooking and it died!

feral cat dad: To be fair, it is old. I think that thing's been there since I was in UA.

8:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20 has started a video chat

[Tokoyami opening door and Vlad King stops teaching and stares at him]

Kid, you're not my student. Your class is down the hall, are you lost? -Unknown

Hey, Pony, Kiyo. Here, pick three each and a drink or two. -foil-mecha

Young man, you can't just waltz into my classroom and hand unsolicited food to only two students. -Unknown

[Kiyomi and Pony are shown grabbing their sandos and redbulls from the large bag Tokoyami came in with]

You're right, I'm not. Ibara, Kageya, Seiko, come get yours too. I found a cool one I think you'll like, Ibara. -foil-mecha

Oh? What is it? -saviour

Well, I heard you say you like apples and melon. I found you a sando with both. -foil-mecha

I'm in love with you. -saviour

Sure, yeah Get your food, I need to get to 1-A. -foil-mecha

You should be in there now! This isn't your class! -Unknown

Sir? Sir. I really don't care. I have a pass from Mr. Aizawa and I'm literally about to leave. Our oven broke in the dorms so none of us ate breakfast this morning. I went to get us all breakfast and got held up with a villain attack. Kindly, sir, I think even Nezu would be unhappy if even a single one of us hero course students weren't eating breakfast this close to the Sports Festival. So, you feel free to carry on your lesson. Let just the five of your students  eat their breakfast. I promise, it won't disrupt you further than  it has. -foil-mecha

Fine. -Unknown

nat20 has ended the video chat

gay salt: I love Tokoyami. I do.

foil-mecha: My mothers and fathers didn't raise a carpet, I don't exist to be stepped on by authority figures.

nat20: Thanks, Fumi. I'm starving.

foil-mecha: Anything for my friends.

ranch flavored: ALL HAIL FOOD GOD TOKOYAMI

feral cat dad: Bringer of Energy Drink, Keeper of the Sando.

gay salt: We all love you, Fumi.

foil-mecha: What a time to be alive, being adored by my peers and teacher AND getting to tell off an annoying teacher?

feral cat dad: God, yes, sando time. Gimme.

gay salt: aizawaeatingasandolikeaferalcat.jpg

nat20: Thanks, I'm scarred for life having witnessed Feralzawa.

farmer toshi: I love you, Fumi.

foil-mecha: Seems that's everyone's sentiment this morning.

farmer toshi: I'll get a crush, fucker, don't tempt me.

foil-mecha: Alright, alright.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #juzo honenuki #kuroiro shihai #shinsou hitoshi #katsuki bakugou #ibara shiozaki #aizawa shouta #monoma neito #pony tsunotori #aoyama yuuga #hagakure tooru #fumikage tokoyami #yamada hizashi #kan sekijirou #snoweywrites #aizawa we agreed no more cats au #tw period mention #tw menstruation mention #tw food mention #tw nightmare mention #tw death mention #tw cursing #tw caps

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Secret Love Part 11 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So I really struggled writing Chapter 10...Chapter 11 however...took me like two days. So yeah...uh characters are still in Iceland, Days 3 and 4 sightseeing will be posted following this. As always all posts for this series can be found by searching the tag ‘038’ on my blog. Let me know what you think. 

Gif Credit: @j-compher​

Warnings: cursing, oral sex, smut, unprotected (on birth control but no condom) smut

Word Count: 3,819

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If you’d thought day two of your trip had involved a lot of driving, you were in for a rude awakening moving forward.

The morning of your third day in Iceland, you and Cale had slept in until around 8 am before getting up, heading down to breakfast, packing up and then checking out of the hotel. Before leaving Reykjavik, you stopped at a market to stock up on some drinks and snacks, then a gas station for a refill before finally hitting the road heading south.

After about an hour and 40 minute drive, you reached your first stop: Seljalandsfoss Waterfall. This waterfall was the perfect photo op because you could actually walk behind the falls. Taking some sillier but also sweet pictures, you continued on to another waterfall about a half hour away. From there, you stopped for lunch before Cale drove on to Dyrhólaey Nature Reserve.

The nature reserve was home to sea stacks and arches and the view from the upper trail was breathtaking. It had only been three days but already you were certain that Iceland was one of the most beautiful countries in the world.  After taking in the views from above, you headed to the lower trail and onto Reynisfjara beach.

There, black sand stretched in front of you as far as you could see. It was so different than any other beach you’d ever been on but it was honestly really, really cool. As cool as the sand was, the rock formations lining the beach were even cooler. After walking tucked into Cale’s side for a little bit you looked up at the cliffs to your left and immediately started freaking out. Jumping up and down, trying not to squeal, you tugged on Cale’s sleeve as if your previous actions hadn’t already gained his attention.

“What are you freaking out about?” Cale asked, mystified expression on his face.

“Puffins!” You squealed quietly, pure glee on your face. “They’re so cute!” The last thing you wanted to do was disturb the birds, but you were so excited to see them it was impossible to keep completely silent. Of course, you kept your distance, simply admiring them from afar.

Cale didn’t seem to know what to do with your reaction but he let you have your moment watching the birds, his lips pressed against the top of your head. As you headed back down the beach Cale rubbed his thumb against your side.

“I take you to see beautiful geological formations but it’s the birds you’re excited about.” He mused, shaking his head.

“Leave me alone.” You pouted. “You don’t just see puffins anywhere you know.” Lifting your chin, Cale kissed you softly.

“As long as you’re having fun and are excited about something I’m happy.” He insisted, his arm pulling you closer into his side.

It wasn’t a far drive to the village of Vik which Cale informed you was where you were staying for the night. Unlike yesterday where you had been going non-stop, not returning to your hotel until after 11pm, today you were already here and it was only late afternoon.

After checking into your hotel, you dropped off your bags and used the bathroom before heading into the village itself to park and walk around. Stopping into the tourist shop, you browsed around looking specifically at all of the locally made products. Eventually, you spotted a set of glass coasters made from the black sand of the beaches you’d just been on. Across the tops, various local scenes were painted. They were simple but beautiful and your fingers lingered across the tops of them.

“Those are nice.” Cale said, appearing over your shoulder suddenly.

“Yeah they are.” You agreed. Picking up two sets, Cale handed you one.

“We should get them. One for the house, one for my apartment.” Cale declared. “That way we both have something to remind us of this trip.”

“That’s really soft Cale.” You murmured.

“Don’t care.” He replied. Though you continued to look around, there wasn’t anything else that spoke to you as much as the set of coasters did and eventually you headed to the register to purchase them.

Walking around the village you took in how cute and quaint it was. Soon after your stomachs started complaining, you stumbled into a small restaurant. There you and Cale split a pizza with pesto for sauce, mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, parma ham, topped with a balsamic glaze and parmesan cheese. It was delicious and you left feeling completely stuffed.

You’d called it an early night back at the hotel, settling for a movie on Netflix as you curled up together in bed. A relaxing evening was exactly what you needed to recharge and be ready to continue on your journey.

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Day four of your trip started by filling up the gas tank and then embarking on an hour long drive to Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon.

Just before you reached the canyon, you encountered a small turn off which led you to a viewpoint. Climbing out of the car you walked up the pathway until you reached a platform. As far as the eye could see were moss covered rocks and it truly felt like you had stepped onto another planet.

“Are you sure we’re still on planet earth?” You whispered to Cale. Your boyfriend chuckled quietly in response, his hand resting on your hip. It seemed like the more time you spent alone together, not worried about who you saw or who saw you, the more reliant on physical touches each of you became. You’d never felt so comfortable just being with someone and thinking back on the times you’d seen Cale with Sara, you had a feeling the same could be said for him.

With more pictures clogging up your phones, you continued on to the Canyon itself. It was only a two-minute walk to the start of the canyon from the car and the moment you reached it your jaw dropped.

“Cale…” You whispered. You didn’t even have words to describe how beautiful this place was.

“Woah...sweetheart.” Cale’s thumbs brushed against your cheeks as he spoke and it wasn’t until he pulled you into his chest that you realized you were crying. “Shhh..give your brain a minute to process.” Cale assured you. His patience with you seemed neverending as his hands stroked your back until you finally calmed down.

“Sorry…” You mumbled, wiping frantically at your eyes when you finally pulled away.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Cale insisted. “You’re allowed to be emotionally effected by things. It’s normal. Especially when it’s something as amazing as this.” Cale’s lips pressed gently to your forehead and he dropped his hand from your back to lace your fingers together. “You good to go walk?” He questioned.

It took about 45 minutes to walk all the way up to the top of the canyon and back and you stopped for pictures at various points along the way. You still couldn’t put into words the way this place made you feel; it was all so overwhelming in the best way. As you stood off to the side of the first viewpoint, away from the majority of other tourists, you tugged Cale’s hand until he was close enough you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thank you.” You murmured, kissing him lightly. “You always know exactly what I need, you’re always putting me first and taking care of me. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and you don’t know how much I appreciate it. You mean the world to me Cale...I don’t know if I’m quite as good at showing it as you are, but I hope you know that.”

“I do...know that…” Cale responded, kissing you again gently before pulling away, a fondness in his eyes that nearly sent you reeling. Dragging your fingers along his lower back you made up your mind to show him just how important he was to you once you were actually alone.

Back in the car, you munched on some of the snacks you’d brought in lieu of trying to find somewhere to stop for lunch. It took almost two hours to get to your next stop, the Jökulsárlón Iceberg Lagoon.

There, the two of you hopped on a boat tour where you got to taste a piece of 1,000 year old ice as you toured the lagoon. It was incredible to see first hand just how much ice was breaking off of the glacier and it made you more cognizant of the consequences of global climate change.

Right across the highway from the lagoon was Breiðamerkursandur or the diamond beach where fragments of ice wash up after floating from the lagoon out into the ocean. You made Cale climb onto an iceberg so you could take a picture of him and you got some great shots of all of the ice scattered along the shore. Despite the fact that it wasn’t all that cold outside, having been surrounded by ice for the past hour or two left you feeling chilly even if you had dressed in layers.

As you climbed in the car, Cale turned the heat on and you squeezed his knee in thanks. It was just a short drive to your hotel for the night and once you’d checked in, you shed a few layers before heading to the bar for a drink before dinner.

You’d retreated to your room around 6:30pm and Cale hopped in the shower first to clean up. While you waited for him to finish, you dug in your bag trying to decide what to grab for after your own shower. Thinking back to how you had promised yourself you were going to show Cale just how important he was, you unzipped a small compartment where you’d hidden the lingerie you’d bought.

Buying lingerie had been a spur of the moment decision possibly fueled by a few glasses of wine, and the thought of actually wearing it made you nervous. Your sex life with Cale had been fairly tame so far, nothing too out of the box. It had also been completely spontaneous on every occasion. You honestly had no idea how he would react to lingerie and though both sets were fairly tame in comparison to some sets you’d seen online, this was still something new and therefore nerve wracking.

Hearing the shower turn off, you jumped, your heart racing as you grabbed the more modest of the two sets. If you were going to do this, you were going to ease into it. Collecting your cosmetic bag, you hid the lingerie close to your chest.

Slipping into the bathroom as soon as Cale exited, you stripped out of your clothes and stepped into the shower trying not to overthink this. Focusing on shaving your legs and cleaning up served as a bit of a distraction but as you toweled off, your eyes landed back on the lingerie you’d placed on the counter.

You were certain you’d talk yourself out of this if you had to stare at yourself wearing the lingerie in the mirror for too long, so you started with your makeup, doing just a little bit more than you had been lately in order to make yourself feel confident and sexy. Blow drying your hair, you brushed it out before finally reaching for the lace and silk fabric.

Burgundy colored silk sat low on your hips, edged by black lace along both of your thighs. The same black lace covered your chest, ending at the bottom of your ribcage leaving your stomach exposed. It was...sensual but not over the top and when you slid the burgundy silk robe over it, you felt like you might actually be able to pull this off.

Reminding yourself that Cale had nearly lost his shit at the sight of you in a bikini the other night, you took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the bedroom. Cale was sprawled out on the bed with just a pair of shorts slung low on his hips.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” Cale’s question was asked before he ever looked up at you, but when he did he blinked slowly. “That’s uh...that’s not your usual pajama set…” He murmured.

Blood pounding through your veins, you moved across the room to climb onto the bed beside him. Grabbing the remote from his hand, you turned the tv off before setting the remote aside.

“I was thinking about a different form of entertainment tonight…” You stated, your own voice sounding foreign in your ears. Sliding over Cale’s lap until you were straddling him, your hands ran down along his arms as his eyes did a slow once over of your body. “I think it’s time I take care of you for once.” You husked, raising an eyebrow. Cale hadn’t even seen what was under the robe yet and already he was slack jawed. The power you held over him in that moment sent a rush of adrenaline through you and you slid down the bed, tugging his shorts and boxers down with you.

“You good handsome?” You teased, lightly stroking your fingers over the length of his rapidly hardening dick. Cale couldn’t seem to speak, but he nodded his head and for now that was enough consent. Flicking your tongue along the slit of his cock, you stroked the length of him in your hand until a soft grunt fell from his lips. Only then did you hollow your cheeks, sinking down around him, taking as much of his length as you could down your throat. Bobbing slowly, you felt him twitch and when you pulled back to breathe you ran your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock.

Following your instincts, plus Cale’s body language and verbal clues, you settled into a rhythm blowing your boyfriend for the first time. You’d seen and felt Cale orgasm enough to know when he was getting close as his body strained beneath you.

“Fuck. Babe. Stop.” Cale gasped, but peeking up at him you knew he didn’t actually want you to stop.

“We’ve got all night handsome...plenty of time for you to recover after coming down my throat.” You murmured before flicking your tongue through his slit again collecting all of his precum. Returning to your efforts, you cupped his balls as you sunk down his length. After just a minute, Cale came with a moan as he spilled down your throat and after swallowing you pulled off of him, sliding your tongue along his skin to clean him up. Cale’s cheeks were flushed as he tried to catch his breath and you slid up his body, settling yourself back over his lap.

“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” Cale gasped, his head falling forward to land against your shoulder. Kissing his head, you ran your fingers through his hair waiting for him to become more coherent.

“Just trying to take care of my man.” You hummed. “But if you’re complaining...you don’t have to see what’s under the robe.” As you spoke, you drew his hands up to the tie at your waist, leaving it for him to undo.

The speed at which Cale undid the bow told you that he wasn’t complaining at all and you let him push the robe from your shoulders, his eyes landing on you once more. His cheeks flushed further to match the color of your shorts and his eyes were wider than you’d ever seen them. You let him stare, watching as his tongue ran over his lips leaving them wet and shiny in the dim lighting of the hotel room.

“Fuck…” Cale breathed harshly, drawing out the word. “I must be dreaming right now.” He added. “You’re a fucking dream sweetheart.” Cale’s eyes ran slowly up and down your body like he wanted to memorize every inch. “You bought this for me?”

“I take it you like it?” You assumed, letting out a soft sigh in relief at his reaction.

“What do you think?” Cale grunted, pulling your hips to roll down against his cock which was already hard again.

Laughter bubbled from your chest in reaction and you cupped his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him deeply.

“Good to know lingerie is a hit with you.” You admitted. Cale’s eyes flashed with concern for just a moment before his hand fell to your hips, his thumbs brushing against your bare stomach.

“I don’t know whether I want you to keep this on or take it off.” He declared. Clearly he knew better than he thought he did, because as he spoke his hands slid up your sides, gently gripping the fabric and drawing it up and over your head. Half nude on top of him, Cale’s hands cupped your breasts as he pulled you into a desperate kiss.

“Can’t believe you’re mine…” He mumbled, pulling back. There was something about seeing him like this, flushed red, swollen lips, blissed out from one orgasm already that lit every primal need inside of you. As much as you were his, he was yours and god did you need him inside you.

“Please Cale…” You whimpered, rolling your hips against his.

“Shh…” He soothed, hands gliding across your ass. Sensing that he was going to try and flip you, you kept your weight centered firmly above him.

“I wanna be on top.” You pleaded. “Just need out of these shorts…”

Cale wasn’t responding quickly enough, so you pushed the fabric of your shorts off of your own hips, shifting as little as possible while attempting to kick them off and onto the floor.

“Let me…” You cut off Cale’s statement by raising your hips and lowering yourself onto his dick, a gasp spilling from your throat as you felt him slipping deep inside you.

“Yes…” You hissed, the stretch of your body around him filling you with a warmth and ache that you had missed so much. As you started shallowly leveraging yourself up before dropping back down your eyes met Cale’s deep azure orbs, the look in them heightening your arousal.

“So wet.” Cale eventually groaned. “My girl doesn’t even need foreplay after blowing me to be this soaking wet. Fuck.”

Though one of Cale’s hands fell to your hips, you were the one putting in all of the effort to fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re so needy...fucking yourself...just using my body for your pleasure. So much for wanting to take care of me tonight.” Sinking down on him again, you purposely tightened your vaginal walls against him, drawing another moan from his chest.

“Hmm...I think me doing all the work...letting you cum inside me while you just lay there is taking pretty good care of you…” You corrected. Your thighs were starting to burn from bouncing on top of him but your orgasm was within arm’s reach and there was no way you were stopping before ensuring you both got to climax.

“My girl is close.” Cale groaned. “Cum for me sweetheart...let me feel that tight heat clamp down on me.”

Cale’s words pushed you over the edge and you sunk down on him in exhaustion as your body shook with your orgasm. Spurts of Cale’s semen filled you from deep inside and you whimpered at the feeling, warm from head to toe. As you collapsed against him, still connected intimately, Cale’s fingers played with the ends of your hair.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Cale whispered a few minutes later, his cock starting to harden inside of you again.

“Again?” You inquired, a little bit in disbelief that his rebound time was this fast.

“Only if you want to.” He assured you. “But I’ll take over, you can relax and enjoy this time.” This time when Cale attempted to roll the two of you over, you went willingly, staring up at him. Before moving, Cale settled your legs up over his shoulders and when he thrust inside of you, you cried out softly at the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot.

“I got you sweetheart...just tell me what you need.” Cale sighed, pleasure lacing his tone.

The sound of your skin smacking together and the squelch of your mixed bodily fluids rang in your ears.

“Talk to me…” You pleaded. “Like before.” You weren’t afraid to admit that hearing Cale dirty talk had pushed you so much closer to orgasm than you would have been otherwise.

“Yeah?” Cale breathed, his cheeks turning bright red again as you nodded. “You feel so good like this sweetheart. You’re even wetter than before. So tight too.” Every movement he made brushed against your g-spot and you couldn’t help the litany of noises that fell from your lips at the feeling.

“You like it when I fuck you like this huh?” He continued. “Your pussy stretches around me so nicely, just welcoming me inside. Do you like being fucked nice and deep like this? Feeling each ridge of me against your walls...feeling me spill deep inside you?” Crying out again, your head tossed back and forth against the pillow, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly.

“You do like feeling me spill inside of you don’t you? That’s why you wanted to stop using condoms. You like being skin to skin with me, feeling me raw you bare. You like being filled with my warm sticky cum, the way it drips out of you if I let it…”

Your vision went black for a moment as your orgasm crashed down on you hard. The muscles in your thighs spasmed painfully, but you barely noticed through the waves of pleasure that rippled through you, leaving you panting. As your body clenched around him again, you felt Cale spill inside of you for the second time tonight.

Carefully he pulled out of you before kissing your lips lightly.

“Be right back.” He declared, disappearing into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and after wiping down your thighs, he offered you a hand so that you could go to the bathroom yourself. When you returned to the bedroom, Cale handed you a t-shirt to wear before guiding you under the covers.

“So dirty talk huh…?” He chirped, his nose brushing against the top of your head.

“Shut up and turn the tv on Cale.” You replied, feeling heat flood your cheeks. Chuckling, Cale complied, but as he handed you the remote to pick a show he couldn’t help but get in the last word.

“It’s hot. I enjoyed it.” Shaking your head, you snuggled against him just basking in what was left of the afterglow.

“And for the record...you can always surprise me with lingerie. I’m definitely into that as well.”

Lingerie:

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Day 2: Family

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen is nervous about meeting YN's family for the first time, but he soon learns he has nothing to worry about.

Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety

A/N: Day 2 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. The names are actually from my own family. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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December One Shots Masterlist

YN's Family Tracey- YN's Mom James- YN's Dad Teresa- YN's Older Sister Emily- Teresa's Partner Riggen- YN's Younger Brother Elijah- Teresa & Emily's Son

YN looked away from the road for a moment at her boyfriend in the passenger seat, bouncing his leg and staring out the window. He was so nervous about meeting her family for the first time.

The two had only been dating for 5 months, but YN's family invited her and Jensen over for the holidays. And she couldn't say no.

"Honey, I wish you would relax. My family already loves you. If they didn't, they wouldn't have invited you over for Christmas," YN tried to reassure Jensen.

He turned to look at her, "How do you know they didn't invite me out of sympathy? They could've just been inviting me because you wouldn't have come otherwise."

"Jensen Ross Ackles, you know better than that. I've done nothing but talk about you to them, and from everything they know from me, I'm in a happy, loving relationship. And that's why they invited you. They want to meet the man that makes me so happy."

Jensen sighed and leaned back in his seat, "I just...I don't want to mess this up."

YN smiled as she pulled into her parent's driveway, "You won't, babe. Just be yourself. And if you get overwhelmed, we'll make an excuse and leave."

She put the car in park, turned off the engine, and stepped out of the car. Jensen stepped out as well and walked around to the trunk to grab the bag of presents for YN's family. YN waited for Jensen so they could walk hand in hand.

He took her hand in his, took a deep breath and walked towards the house. YN gave his hand a comforting squeeze as they stepped on the porch. She rang the doorbell and instantly felt Jensen tense next to her.

"Just relax, take a deep breath. They're going to love you, I promise," YN whispered to him.

Suddenly the door flew open and YN's mother was standing in the doorway, "Hi honey! It's so good to see you. Come on in, don't be standing out in the cold."

"Thanks, Mom," YN spoke as she walked inside, "Merry Christmas."

"Oh, Merry Christmas, baby," her mother hugged her.

Jensen stepped inside behind YN, but didn't move from her side. He felt his anxiety was sitting like a weight in his chest and stomach.

YN's mother spotted Jensen out of the corner of her eye, "And this must be the famous Jensen Ackles."

He took a deep breath and extended his shaky hand, "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. YLN."

"Oh, please, call me Tracey. Bring it in, honey," she extended her arms out for a hug.

Jensen hugged her and smiled as his anxiety was slowing down a big. YN smiled at her mother and Jensen, happy to see he was relaxing a bit.

"Where's Dad?" asks YN.

Tracey rolled her eyes, "Either sleeping like the old fart he is, or playing video games with the boys," she pointed to the living room, "Go on and see everyone. Lunch will be ready soon."

"Need any help?" Jensen asked.

Tracey smiled and shook her head, "No thank you, honey. I think I can handle it. But I'll yell if I need something."

YN took Jensen's hand as her mother walked back into the kitchen. They walked into the living room and saw YN's father, younger brother, and her nephew were sitting on the couch playing a video game.

"Oh come on!" her brother yelled out, "I totally won that. You cheated," he pointed to his father.

YN's father scoffed, "You think I cheated. In Mario Kart. There's a difference between cheating and just being better."

"I agree," YN spoke, "If Dad were going to cheat, it would be in a poker game. Besides, little brother, you have yet to defeat the queen of Mario Kart."

"Well, if it isn't my baby girl," YN's father stood from the couch and walked over to her, "How are you, sweetheart?"

YN hugged him, "I'm doing well, Dad. How's life?"

He chuckled, "Oh, you know. The usual business at work."

YN turned to Jensen, "Dad, this is Jensen. Jensen, this is my father, James."

James stuck out his hand, "Put her there."

Jensen shook his hand, "It's great to meet you, sir."

"Sir? Don't make me laugh, boy. I'm not that old yet. Just call me James."

YN pointed to her brother, "That's Riggen, my younger brother. And sitting next to him is Elijah, my nephew."

The two boys waved at YN and Jensen before focusing back on their game. YN rolled her eyes with a chuckled as she knew the boys wouldn't actually acknowledge her presence until lunch.

"Has Teresa shown her face yet?" YN asked.

James shook his head, "What do you think?"

"I think her and Emily are upstairs doing something that's not...age appropriate," YN whispered.

"And you'd be right on that one," James mumbled in response.

Tracey walked into the living room, "YN, can you help me for a moment? I need help with the table."

"I'll come too," Jensen said quickly.

"Nonsense. You can stay in here with the boys for a bit," James laid a hand on Jensen's shoulder.

Jensen turned to YN with fear in his eyes, "Oh, uh-"

"It's fine, babe. I won't be gone long," YN whispered and kissed him on the cheek, "You can get to know them a bit."

YN turned and followed her mother back into the kitchen. She took the plates from the counter and started setting the table.

"So?" Tracey spoke quietly.

YN looked at her, "What?"

"How are things going with Jensen?"

"Fine, I guess? Why do you ask?"

Her mother turned back and focused on the ham, "Oh, no reason. Just curious is all."

"Mhmm. I know that face, Mom. That's the face you and Dad both gave me when my last boyfriend and I started dating," YN crossed her arms.

"I was just making sure everything was going well, honey. That you're happy. And maybe Jensen-"

"Could be the guy I'm going to marry?"

Tracey pointed at her, "Hey now, I never said that."

"But you implied it."

A silence fell between the two. Then a sigh escaped YN and her mother's mouths simultaneously.

"Listen, Mom. I really like Jensen. So I'm beginning you to just not say anything about a future. I want this to work, I really do. But it won't if you get involved like you always do," YN walked over to her mother, "I love you. Please just let this be a normal Christmas."

Her mother nodded, "I will honey. Go ahead and finish setting the table then go get everyone, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

YN quickly set everything they needed on the table, including the food, before she walked back into the living room.

And the sight in front of her was a picture worth a thousand words.

Jensen, James, Riggen, and Elijah were all playing a video game together. The smile on Jensen's face made YN feel so happy. He finally had relaxed and was having a good time with her family. Emily and Teresa had finally come downstairs as well and joined the family.

Jensen looked up when he saw YN standing in the room, "Hi, YN. What's up?"

"Mom sent me in to get everyone. Lunch is ready."

Just then Jensen threw his hands in the air and cheered, "Yes! Victory is mine!"

"No fair," Elijah yelled, "This is why I never play Rainbow Road."

"Elijah," Teresa snapped, "Mind your manners, mister."

He sulked, "Sorry, Mom."

YN walked up to her nephew, "Don't worry, kiddo. One day you'll be able to take the Mario Kart crown."

"I thought you have the crown," Riggen raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, I do. But you know," she kissed Jensen, "Every queen needs a king."

Her brother and nephew made grossed out noises at YN and Jensen as he father laughed at the boys.

After turning off the game, everyone left the living room and walked into the kitchen for lunch. They took their places around the table, of course Jensen and YN sat next to each other, and began to prepare their plates with food.

As Jensen was reaching for a bread roll, he whispered to YN, "I'm sorry I was so anxious about coming here. You're family is so nice and welcoming."

"I told you not to worry," she whispered back, "I already knew they loved you. Now if we can get through lunch without my parents poking at our relationship, it'll be a miracle."

He gave her a confused look, "How do you mean?"

"Oh, Jensen?" YN's mother spoke.

He turned to her, "Yes, ma'am?"

"I was just curious," she began, "Are you planning on...moving forward with YN?"

YN mentally face palmed as she closed her eyes and sat back. Jensen looked at her, understanding what she meant now.

He cleared his throat, "By moving forward you mean what exactly?"

"Well, marriage of course! Big wedding, honeymoon, grandkids. The whole thing," YN's mother said enthusiastically.

Jensen felt the color drain from his face, "I, uh-"

"You do see a future with my daughter," YN's father interrupted sternly, "Don't you, son?"

"Exactly! James, you get it," YN's mother turned back to Jensen, "Maybe by next Christmas there will be a ring on her finger or at least one grandkid."

Jensen sat there wide eyed while YN covered her face and shook her head. She felt him nudge her and she looked up.

"Help me," he spoke quietly and desperately.

YN took a breath and sighed, "Welcome to my family, Ackles."

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[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,680 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Song And Story Inspiration: In The Still Of The Nite-Boyz II Men | Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman | Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here-Deborah Cox

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TW: kidnapping. Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 5.) In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night.

I held you.

Held you tight.

'Cause I love.

Love you so.

Promise I'll never.

Let you go.

In the still of the night.

As she slept peacefully in her new bed, Naia dreamed that she was running through the forest. She felt strong. She felt invincible. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran. It was exhilarating. She felt free. When she came out of the woods, she was a wolf. And when she looked up, she saw him. It was the wolf she had seen in her dreams before. It was him. When he howled she did the same.

That’s when she woke up. She sat up in bed, panting with her heart thundering in her chest. She looked around her room in order to get her bearings. That’s when something compelled her to look out her bedroom window. And when she looked out the window she saw a wolf staring up at her. When she shook her head, the wolf was gone. The image of the wolf was still in her head when she went back to sleep.

After waking up later that morning and taking a good hot shower, Naia couldn’t get Roman out of her head. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped her again. He was seductive and mysterious and she wanted more. She could still feel his warm breath on her neck and the closeness of his body to hers. She thought it was insane but never actually questioned why she thought that way.

When she went to the kitchen for breakfast, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from her uncle.

“Good morning. Gone fishing. Be back later. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. Uncle Z.”

When she opened the fridge, she grimaced because there wasn’t much in there to begin with. When her stomach rumbled she knew she had to change that.

“Okay well since a home cooked breakfast is out of the question. I think I’ll try the breakfast place I saw when I drove into town. Also I’ll do some grocery shopping while I’m at it. Because this right here ain’t hitting on nothing.” She thought to herself.

With keys and wallet in hand Naia set off for town. After shopping at Banner’s Family Market, she was just about starved and stopped by Tucker’s diner.

After getting a table she sat down and looked over the menu. As she looked over the menu, someone was watching her. Or so it looked that way.

I remember.

That night in May.

The stars were bright above.

I'll hope and I'll pray.

To keep.

Your precious love.

At another table, Trent was eating breakfast with a few members of his team when Naia walked in. He felt a pull towards where she was sitting.

“Yo T! What is it?” Jenkins, one of his team members asked.

“I don’t know. Something weird just happened. Like she just walked in.” He replies shaking his head.

“Man! Please tell me that you’re not talking about that so-called dream girl again!” Sergei said to him.

“If you must know, yes I am.”

His crew collectively groaned.

“Dude it’s been almost a whole 2 months! Let it go already!” Hugo told him.

“As I’ve told you idiots before: I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Which one is it T?” Jenkins asked him.

Trent never answered. He just sipped his coffee. Even though he’s blind he could feel her presence. After going over the menu for a solid 20 minutes, Naia decided on the Lobster Eggs Benedict and a sweet tea. Just as she was about to put her order in, Layla walked in.

“Layla! Over here!” She called out to her new friend.

Trent nearly dropped his cup of coffee. Hearing her voice in real time both scared and excited him.

“You almost dropped your cup. You okay man?” Jenkins asked him.

“Huh? Yeah! I’m…I’m good.” Trent replied, while trying to hide the crack in his voice. With his hearing being better than most, he tuned into her conversation

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Layla asked Naia as she sat down across from her.

“Since my uncle has gone fishing, I decided to do some grocery shopping and I was starving so here I am. What are you and the little one up to?” Naia replies.

“The same thing as you. Have you ordered yet?” Layla asks.

“Just about to. What about you?” Naia replies.

“Oh girl! They already know what I want. A pitcher each of cranberry juice and ice water, their triple berry cheesecake parfait, double blueberry pancakes and a ham, spinach and swiss omelette.” Layla replied.

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“You’re actually gonna eat all of that?!” She asked.

“I mean…I am eating for two, ya know?” Layla replied, rubbing her belly. The two shared a laugh as they continued their conversation.

Trent turned his attention back to his team just as the twins came strolling in. His boss Bernard Sayre is a blowhard who only cares about 3 things. Making money, being powerfully unstoppable and his twins Dylan and Tyler. The twin terrors as they’re known around town, just love getting their way no matter what they do or say. And although it annoyed Trent, he was powerless to stop them.

“Heyyyyy boys!” Dylan called out to Trent and his team. Her voice sounded like banshee screech.

“And here comes daddy’s two brats…” Jenkins groaned as the twins approached.

“So what are you guys up to?” Tyler asked.

“We’re eating. Why?” Trent asks.

“Because we were hoping that you’d join us at Buck’s for the Friday night sing a long and pool.” Tyler replies.

“You’d have to ask Layla if we’re allowed back in. Especially after what happened the last time.”

The twins groaned.

“Well she’s sitting at a table with some girl. So I guess it’s worth a shot.” Dylan said with a sigh.

Naia watched in amusement and shock, as she watched Layla polish off everything she ordered with ease.

“I can not believe that you ate EVERYTHING!”

“Told you!” Layla replied as she swiped her finger on the inside of her parfait cup.

“Uhhhhh Layla…”

“Huh?” She asked.

“It’s all gone! Put the cup down!” Naia replies.

The two laughed as the twins approached.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii Layla!” They say in unison causing Layla to groan.

“Ohhh and hi Layla’s friend!”

“What do you two want?” She asked the twins.

“Weeeeeellllllllllll…we were hoping you’d let us have Friday sing a long and pool.” Tyler said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

“After the shit you pulled the last time? NO!” Layla hissed at them.

“Come on Layla! Our dad paid for the damage!” Tyler whined.

“Yeah he did…after I threatened to sue his sorry ass!”

“Please!” The twins begged.

Layla rolled her eyes then replied, “fine! You can come tonight.”

“Thank you!” The twins squealed.

“Whatever. Go away!”

“You don’t have to be rude!” Dylan said.

“Which would you rather: me be rude or me ban you two from ever stepping foot into MY bar?” She asked them.

The twins stood stuck.

“I thought so. Now again: go away!”

The twins turned on their heels and stomped away. When they were far enough away for her pleasure, Layla turned her attention back to Naia.

“Sorry about that.”

“Who are they?” Naia asks.

“Tyler and Dylan Sayre. Their dad Bernard owns Sayre Energy and Power. They’re a public nuisance.” Layla replies.

“They look harmless to me.”

“That’s because you haven’t been around them when they’re drunk.”

“Touché.”

“I guess since they’re having Friday sing a long and pool, you should come too.”

“Me?” Naia asks.

“Yes you! It’ll be fun as long as those two aren’t drinking.” Layla replies.

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“Also there’s normally a $1,000.00 cash prize for first place.”

“Why didn't you lead with that?!” Naia asks.

“Because Dylan normally wins because no one wants to challenge her.” Layla replies.

“Well as someone who’s still paying off student loans: Count me in!”

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still of the night.

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still…of the night.

That night at Buck’s the party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, playing pool and mingling amongst themselves. Naia stuck close to the bar and Layla as they watched the crowd. And like clockwork, Dylan was drunk and ready to sing her heart out.

“Alright you party animals! Let’s get this sing a long on the road! Now all of you know the rules. First place gets $1,000.00! And since that first place is always me I have nothing to worry about! So hit the music!”

“Ohhh God…” Layla groaned.

“What?!” Naia asks.

“Little Miss Banshee is about to assault our ears and sing Deborah Cox Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here.” Layla replies.

“It can’t be THAT bad, Layla.”

“Wanna bet?” She asks just as Dylan grabbed a mic.

After clearing her throat, Dylan began to sing. Sorta.

How did you get here?

Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

I've spent all my life on a search to find. The love who'll stay for eternity. The heaven sent to fulfill my needs. But when I turn around, again, love has knocked me down. My heart got broken, oh it hurts so bad. I'm sad to say love wins again.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

This time I swear I'm through. But, if only you knew how many times I've said those words. Then fall again, when will I ever learn? Knowing these tears I cry, this lovely black butterfly. Must take a chance, and spread my wings. Love can make you do some crazy things.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

Standing here…

When Dylan got to the bridge, Naia thought her ears would bleed out.

No, nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh!

No, no, nooooooooo...

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

When she was done, Naia was ready to run out the door screaming.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! That was fucking horrible!”

“Told you.” Layla deadpanned.

“She has to be stopped! What other songs are on that karaoke machine?” Naia asks.

“Hundreds! So if you’re gonna sing, pick one and make it good! That way ears will stop ringing.” Layla replies.

Naia left her seat at the bar and walked over to where the karaoke machine was and went through the list of songs. Doing so, caught the ire of a very drunk Dylan.

“Ummmmmm what do you think you’re doing?!” She asks.

“Picking a song obviously.” She replies over her shoulder.

Dylan huffed.

“You actually think you can beat my melodious voice?” She asks.

“A dead horse can beat your voice. And just like that I found my song.” Naia replies.

“Good luck beating me!” Dylan sneered.

“Watch and learn young grasshopper.”

Naia took the mic and began to sing Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby I got your number. Oh and I know that you got mine. You know that I called you. I called you many times. You can call me baby. You can call me anytime, you got to call me.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I just want someone to hold me. Oh and rock me through the night.

People started to gather around Naia as she sang. When she looked towards the bar, she winked at Layla. Layla mouthed the words “next drink is on the house.”

This youthful heart can love you. Yes and give you what you need. I said this youthful heart can love you. Oh and give you what you need. But I'm too old to go chasin' you around. Wastin' my precious energy.

Give me one reason to stay here. Yes and I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. Oh I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why. Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why I should stay. Said I told you that I loved you. And there ain't no more to say.

When she finished the applause was thunderous. She had everyone on their feet. When she looked out on the crowd, she saw a visibly angry Dylan. Naia smirked and winked at her, which further infuriated her.

When Naia walked back to the bar, she got the feeling someone was watching her but she didn’t know who that someone was.

“Soooooo…how was that?” Naia asked Layla as she reached the bar.

“AMAZING! Now if you can beat her brother at pool, the bar is on the house.” Layla replied.

“Sold!”

“Well get to it girlie! Because you’ve been eyeing that bottle of tequila over my shoulder since you got here.”

Naia snickered then took off towards the crowd gathered around Tyler. As she went to WB w the crowd was she got the same feeling that she was being watched. And she was indeed being watched. Trent was tuned into her movements even through his blindness.

“Well this looks like fun!” Naia says as she reaches the pool table.

“Go away! Nobody wants you here!” Dylan hissed.

“What’s the matter princess? Scared I’ll beat your brother like I beat you?” Naia teased.

“You can’t beat me!” Tyler huffed.

“Wanna bet?” She asked him.

“Sure. How much are you willing to lose?”

“Since I beat your sister:  $1,000.00.” She replies. She didn’t think he’d take her seriously.

“You’re on! Best 2 out of 3?” He asks.

“Then you’ve got yourself a game.” She replies.

Once the balls were lined up and it was up to her to break. She got stripes while he got solid.

“Let’s go!” She tells him.

The two were evenly matched with the first game going to her and the second going to him. And it all came down to the last game. Naia had an impossible split. Or so that’s what Tyler and the crowd that was gathered around them thought.

“I’ll make you a deal new girl. If you bank this shot, I’ll up the bet from $1,000.00 to $3,000.00.” He said to her.

“Deal!” Naia replies.

Naia tucked a hair that out of place behind her ear, lined up her shot and sank both balls. Beating a very stunned Tyler.

“TAKE! THAT!” She squealed.

“But! But! I…we…” Tyler stammers as he goes pale.

“You lost just like your sister? Yeah I know. Now pay up!” She told him.

That’s when Dylan jumped into Naia’s face.

“You cheated!” She screeched.

“No, your brother ran his mouth and lost. And now he has to pay up. So give me my money!” Naia yelled back.

When Dylan reared back to slap Naia, Trent caught her hand.

“Hey! Let go T!” Dylan yelled.

“We’re not doing this again. Now Tyler pay the lady her money. You know you have it.” Trent said in a stern voice.

There was something about him that caught Naia’s eye.

“My dad will kill me if I pay her!” Tyler whined.

The twins looked at Trent with puppy dog eyes. But he didn’t budge.

“You’re no fun, T!” Tyler whined.

“Don’t care. Now pay her!”

Tyler groaned as he pulled money out of his pocket then handed it to Trent.

“Here!” Tyler pouted.

Trent took the money and handed it to Naia. When their hands touched, it set off a spark inside her. The same kind of spark she felt with Roman.

“Sorry about those two. They don’t know how to lose gracefully.” He said to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for getting my money.” She replied.

Trent turned to the twins then said, “beat it you two! We don’t need anymore trouble.”

The crowd dispersed after the twins huffed then walked out. And Naia found herself back at the bar gushing with Layla.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Look at this! I just won $3,000.00!”

“I can't believe you did that! No one has ever beaten the twins. Their dad will be so pissed that they lost that kind of money.”

“In the words of T.I. ‘it ain’t tricking if you got it!’”

They two laughed.

“Okay but in all seriousness, thank you! It’s about time that someone brought those two out of the clouds. So here’s your brand new shiny bottle of tequila!” Layla said as she gave Naia the bottle.

“Thank youuuuuu!” Naia squealed.

Just then Trent called out.

“Layla! Another round?”

Layla groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Who is that?” Naia asked.

“That’s Trent. He works for the twins dad.” Layla replied.

“Is he their bodyguard or something?” Naia asked.

“No but he’s always around when those two cause trouble. Let me go fill their orders.” Layla replies.

“Okay. I’ll be here with my brand new bottle.”

Layla shook her head and headed off towards Trent and his crew. Naia couldn’t help but look the same way. Her eyes instantly went to Trent. He was beautiful and there was something about him that stuck with her.

He enchanted her and what she didn’t know was she did the same for him. After the bar closed, Naia began walking back to her uncle’s house. She got halfway down the street when Trent caught up with her.

“Hey!” He said to her.

“Hi! How are you?” She replied.

“I’m good. You must be new in town. I’m Trent.”

“I know. Layla told me your name. I’m Naia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Naia.”

“Likewise. It’s nice to meet another friendly face outside of Layla and my uncle.“

“It’s dark out here. Mind if I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure. Especially when I’m not sure which way to go.” She replied.

“Where does your uncle live?” He asked.

“Just outside of town. His house backs up to the woods.” She replied.

Even though it was nighttime, he flashed a smile at her that made her heart leap. As they walked they talked about what their lives were like growing up, what college life was like and past loves. She had just met him but she felt she knew him her whole life. When they got to her uncle’s front door, they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“So this is me…”

“So it would seem. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“No thank you. Because I probably would’ve gotten lost and would’ve wandered around the woods for days.”

“I think you would’ve found your way home.”

There was a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny. Before either knew what they were doing, they kissed. It was a slow, sensual and deep  kiss. And when it ended both were desperate for more.

“Wow!”

“What you said.”

“I better get inside.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here for a while.” She replies.

“Good. Have a good night Naia.”

“Goodnight Trent.”

When she went inside her heart was racing. And she wanted more. She wanted him. This was the exact same way she felt when she kissed Roman.

The next morning after showering, she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast. 

Her uncle still hadn’t returned from fishing. She had just sat down to eat her breakfast when the front door swung open. It was a man and a woman. They were two of the people she’d seen with Roman.

“Come! The ceremony awaits you!” He commanded.

“1.) no. 2.) WHAT THE HELL?!” Naia replies.

“We’re wasting time! Come now!” The woman demanded.

“What the hell? Get out!” Naia screamed.

When the woman went to grab Naia, she danced out the way. That’s when the man grabbed Naia and threw her over his shoulder. He dragged her out of the house, with her kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

She struggled to get free but he was way too strong. She was thrown in the back of a van and a hood was placed over her head. Naia had no idea where they were taking her. And she was terrified of finding out.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Don’t Say It: A Boy and His Roomba

Takes place directly after the events of @shameless-whumper‘s Who’s the Better Box Boy, our collab piece We Signed Up For This, and the Owen/Kauri bit Drive You Home 

Enjoy some genuine fluff before things get... dark, next week or whenever I have time to finish the next plot installment...

CW: Referenced noncon, referenced violence. Internal justifications of abusive behavior from an abuse survivor. 

Kauri is an abuse victim still justifying the actions of his abuser in a big way, so if that kind of content is hard for you, please stay safe. I am placing the “Read More” cut early for this reason.

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It’s the same as it always is.

Kauri wakes up in the middle of the night, like he always does, slipping out from between the sheets, pausing to watch Owen shift around next to him, the muscles in his shoulders and arms moving in a way that Kauri is distracted by, because he is supposed to be distracted by them.

There’s no blood or new bruises. Owen has promised that he knows that Kauri isn’t the person he called him that night, and that he won’t hurt him or make him answer to ‘Vince’ again - but he had promised to never ever make Kauri wear a shock collar, too, and he broke that promise today.

Owen breaks his promises all of the time and always has, that’s just part of life. Owen tells lies and Kauri pretends to believe them.

Everything is perfectly normal.

Except that nothing is normal, and Kauri feels like everything has changed.

He looks down at Owen’s sleeping face, lit a little by nothing but moonlight and starlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling window across the room, and smiles. When Kauri is being good - when all the things he was taught are in place and he doesn’t let himself think too hard, because he isn’t supposed to think - he loves Owen’s face.

Especially when he is sleeping.

The hint of cruelty is gone, replaced by softness. Kauri loves him, even though he doesn’t want to, because he is safe, and touches him, and wants him to feel good, too.

You don't know how lucky you are, there are so many pet owners who don't care if their Box Boy feels good, there are so many owners who hurt them on purpose and not just by accident, so many owners who don't apologize like I do.

You don't know how lucky you are that all I want from you is love. You don't even know how bad it could be.

I didn't buy you so you could think at me. I bought you to love me, and you do, right?

"I do," He whispers, and Owen doesn't move. "I do love you, just like you wanted me to. I have to.”

Kauri knows that the love is false, deep down - that it was forced on him and he does not want it - but for a second he swallows, hard, and there is a thought that does not feel entirely like his own that Owen is the best thing that could ever have happened to him. The line of his jaw, the way his sandy blond hair sort of falls over the closed eyes, the hint of a smile pulling up one corner of his mouth.

"I'm so lucky."

I hate what Mr. Owen does to me. They made me think I'm so fucking lucky.

Owen loves him, too - he wouldn’t have paid so much money for him if he didn’t, Owen always says Kauri is too expensive not to take care of, that you should cherish the things you have made especially for you, the parts of your life that won't leave, can’t leave. Owen's never said it, but he must love him. He’s safe, here, and he is safe nowhere else.

Owen loves him. Even if he never says it. Owen is safe, even when he's dangerous, even when it hurts.

He doesn't love me. He just wants to lock me up forever.

Before he can linger too long on that - before he can feel the pain behind his eyes or the panic start his heart to racing - Kauri turns away, slides on a loose dark blue long-sleeved shirt and the black pull-on pants he always wears, and pads down the hall, just like always.

But it’s not like always, is it?

Things changed, today. For the first time, tonight, it wasn't Owen in his thoughts and behind his eyes when he was given his positions. For the first time, there is someone else he thinks of, too.

The world is more than what he thought, and there might be something safe outside the door, too, even without Owen-

He’s s-s-safe, he’s the only safe thing, I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry I’ll s-s-say it this time, I’ll say it!

Good. Again.

He’s safe, I’m not safe unless I’m with him, I’m n-not safe!

Good.

Pl-please, take them off, please take them off-

We’re not done yet, 645898. Say it again.

No, I-... ow ow ow… please, okay, okay, I’ll d-do it again, I’ll say it again, just please stop!

For once, Kauri shakes it off, tells the things he’s not supposed to remember to slide back behind the fog and the headaches that come and go. He doesn’t care, tonight. He is making a choice, he doesn’t care and he is refusing to be scared, tonight.

Kauri is smiling as he crouches in front of the couch and wakes Keira up. She beeps in greeting, a muted sound that he knows is her trying to be quiet and not wake Owen, either. Kauri awake. Keira cleaning routine commence?

“No, just come walk with me, okay?” He lays a hand on her smooth metal-and-plastic exterior, and then walks with a bounce in his step that he can’t quite explain.

Except that he could explain it, if anyone asks, and he hopes no one ever ever does.

Kauri directive accepted. Balcony commence?

“Balcony commence, yeah. Come on, girl. I have something awesome to tell you.”

He used to say awesome a lot, but Owen doesn’t like it when he says it so he doesn’t get to any longer. He probably hasn’t said it since- 

He flinches against a sudden starbust of pain behind his eyes. That memory - of what they must have offered him, of what had made him make the choice to sign - is gone. It’s not his any longer. 

Keira bumps along at his heels, beeping in the little pattern that Kauri thinks means she’s happy. Owen always says Keira can’t have feelings, but Kauri thinks maybe you can learn to feel, too, if you can learn how to speak and how to think.

Kauri is trying to remember who he was, make himself back into what he used to be. Keira is trying to learn how to be something new.

Just like Colton is trying to make himself, too.

He swallows against a sudden burst of warmth that twists on something close to perfect wonderful panic inside him. He wants to be this kind of afraid forever. It’s a good fear, and he remembers he used to have it all the time, for different people. The other Keira thought it was hilarious.

But it feels like a feeling that’s brand new.

Don’t believe their lies. The sincerity in his voice, the arms around him, Kauri even lets himself remember - for just one single solitary second - how it felt to have the words spoken into the bare skin of his shoulder.

No one was ever that nice to him, no one ever seemed like they cared if he wanted the hug, too. No one ever spoke like that with skin on skin. He would have held onto him forever, if Owen hadn't opened the door.

Oh, but if they’d had more time, maybe he could have turned his head and-

He stops just inside the closed balcony door at Keira’s querying beep, turning to look down at her, aware of the stupid smile on his face and aware he shouldn’t have it, but he can’t seem to stop. Keira request Kauri explain? Kauri heartrate accelerate. Kauri blood distribution adjustment. Kauri physical condition approaches ar-  

“Is improved,” Kauri whispers, and grins, trying to shake the feeling off. “Kauri physical condition is approaching improved, Keira.” He sweeps Keira up with her little wheels spinning as he opens the balcony door, stepping silently out into the night. If she could she might laugh, he thinks, at his silliness, just like the other Keira.

He wishes she could laugh.

Kauri physical condition improved, Keira says with a note to her robotic voice that seems almost like doubt. But Kauri heartrate accelerate-

“It’s a positive acceleration, you silly robot,” Kauri says with something like a laugh. There’s an echoing laugh inside his head that isn’t his, but hers. The Keira he tries so hard to remember.

Keira request database access. A pause. Kauri symptoms: accelerated heartrate, blood distribution adjustment, improved and lightened mood. Kauri is inf-

“I am not,” Kauri groaned, and flicked at Keira with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t make fun of me.”

Keira correct, She says, and Kauri thinks she sounds kind of smug and he knows that smug isn’t one of the emotions she came preprogrammed with when Owen bought her. Keira provides correct diagnosis. Kauri is infat-

“Don’t say it! Look, come watch the stars with me, Keira. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Keira beeps twice. Kauri directive accepted; however, Keira correct.

She almost sounds like she might laugh. The real Keira used to laugh in this way where everyone around them would start laughing, too, and she was the loud and he was the quiet, Mom’s baby birds, cheep cheep. Keira the one who was a giant ham at school recitals and Kauri - or whoever he used to be, before he was Kauri - the one standing in the back row hoping no one noticed him.

“Fine, whatever, but shut up. If Owen woke up hearing you say that, he’d… I’d definitely go back in the box.” Kauri carries Keira to his favorite chair, and when her wheels stop spinning he knows she doesn’t mind sitting in his lap with him for a while.

Kauri requires no reassurance now.

“No,” Kauri says softly. He settles in with his legs crossed and Keira resting perfectly balanced on his lap, his hands flat against the plastic and metal, feeling the soft vibration of her processors and machinery inside, listening to the shifting movements of the vibrant, flourishing plants on the balcony.

Kauri is good at keeping things alive. He knows to talk to the plants, and mostly he only has the plants and Keira to talk to, so it’s not like he has any shortage of things to say.

“No, I don’t need reassurance. My heart is beating fast because I’m happy, Keira. I’m just, just really happy I met him today. That’s all it is.”

Kauri reference unknown male individual? Cause of improved physical condition, cause of heart rate acceleration?

What, you met someone? Again? Jesus, do you ever stop having crushes? Are you even done having a crush on the last one yet?

“Yeah, I don’t-” Kauri glances over his shoulder, back into the condo. There isn’t any sound of Owen moving around, but... it might break this spell he felt like he was under if he said anything too loudly. He settled for a whisper. “I met him for real today. He was in training with me and I saw him, um, in trouble, but today... His name is Colton. He… he's really nice.”

The warm winds are blowing outside, the ones that make Owen watch the news for hints of wildfires, but tonight they don’t feel like he should be scared of them at all. They feel like the wind is blowing just for him, making the stars sparkle even brighter.

He waits for one heavy gust to set the leaves of a small potted tree nearby to a burst of rustling loud enough to drown him out, and he whispers into the sound, "He listened to me today. He hugged me."

Kauri's thoughts of male individual 'Colton' causing heartrate to-

“I know it is, shut up,” Kauri tries to glare down at her, the two little red lights on the top flashing once, twice, three times, but he can’t hold the expression and he bites down on his lower lip as the glare cracks back into a smile. He can feel the blush in himself, even if he can’t see it.

The boy’s voice had been calmer today - even later when they were alone - but Kauri had known it just the same. He told Owen the memory was fuzzy, that all he knew was that he’d seen a face - but that had been a lie. Just like saying that he’d had fun today, when the only good part had been his arms and that he listened, that he knew something was wrong, too.

Kauri lied to Owen all the time, and that this memory hadn’t faded was just one of the lies he could add to his list. He remembered turning to look, his handler shoving him to the side with an arm across his chest in some awful mockery of protection, as the other boy fought three of them off at once. 

Get your fucking hands off me!

The desperate fear and anger in the other boy’s voice as Kauri's back was slammed into the wall as they pushed him to get him out of the way.

The hair had been almost the same - the eyes were identical - he’d known immediately when he saw the Host’s video, was sure it was him the second he’d heard the number.

He had watched him fight with wide eyes and plaintive hope - 645898 had never seen anyone fight, ever - until they’d shoved Kauri into one of the training rooms and locked him in so Kauri’s handler could go help the others.

Then, later, he remembered the click of Ms. Renford’s heels as she came to speak with the trainers about what exactly went wrong today, and how we can ensure it does not happen again.

Kauri tilts his head back until it rests against the back of the patio chair, looking up at the scatter of stars, millions of them even though his mind won’t go above hundreds in awareness. He used to watch the stars with a different Keira - they loved starwatching together, lying on a blanket in the backyard and pointing out the constellations, the dim glow of the nearest city only a hint along the curve of the horizon in land that wasn’t wooded and hilly like this. Land that was flat, and the blue sky during the day felt like it had weight, and Kauri thinks I was born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and slogan.

He sits straight up, jostling Keira a little, putting hands back on her in reassurance when she beeps questioningly. “Carl Sandburg wrote that poem in 1918, my mom had it framed on the wall in the living room. He wrote the fog comes in on little cat feet and she had that in the bathroom…”

The words come out all at once, with barely a space for breath between them. The headache follows on their heels but Kauri fights it, and he doesn’t notice his right hand move from Keira to the arm of the chair.

Taaaaaaap.

Tap.

Taaaaaaap.

Tap.

He tries to remember the other boy’s voice, the desperate intensity of do you remember? the way he’d felt at the hissed don’t believe their lies, the thrill separate from the fear at the jiggling of the doorknob.

Taaaaap.

Taaaaap.

Taaaaap.

He tries to hold onto it, to the brush of his hair against his face, the way his skin lit up and his skin never ever lit up that way with Owen, they couldn’t force that, they couldn’t make him feel that, not deep down like this.

It was something better than what he’d been made to be. That had been the way you felt when you were a person, and the other person was, too, and you were both people.

The person that he used to be wrote stupid poetry about Keira and his life and the (boys? girls? both? he can’t remember, Box Boys don’t think that way) he liked and read it with shaking legs before the class. He took their criticism with falsely good-humored self-deprecation and then brooded over it all day until Keira shook him out of it, told him they don’t know any better than you, dumbass, why do you care what they think? You said your TA thought you were pretty good, right?

Tap.

Taaaaaaap.

Tap.

Tap.

He finds a star he likes, the one that’s a little redder and bigger than the others, and he fixes his eyes on it. He stares at the star with one hand still on Keira, who beeps softly under his touch, and she doesn’t try to tell him what he’s feeling any longer, because he remembers, now.

He knows exactly what he’s feeling.

It’s a really, really good feeling and he hasn’t had it in a really long time.

I know I have time and I can change my mind but I could be convinced to have convictions for you

They liked that one, the class. The other students. Even Keira had liked it, and she always pretended to hate his poetry and then made copies for herself that she kept in a green folder hidden under her bed in her dorm.

Taaaaaaaap.

Kauri looks at the red star, and he gives it a name. It has another name and he used to know it, a long time ago, but that memory won’t come back to him. And he knows what he wants to name the star tonight, anyway, a name he’ll keep all to himself.

He smiles, and he gives the star a name and a wish - I wish for you to wish on stars, too - and pets lightly at the top of Keira’s casing. He settles back into the rustling of the leaves and the hot winds.

The sleepiness hits him again, fights his memories and the pulsing, sharp pain behind his eyes for control of his mind. He tries to hold onto them - Keira’s flashing smile, her tiny jazz hands at the Christmas concert when they were eight years old, the way she’d once beat the daylights out of a bully with her own bicycle when they were in fifth grade and they wouldn’t stop picking on Kauri for being quiet and shy - but they fade back behind the black sticks, the circles at his temples, screaming around the plastic that they slipped between his teeth.

They fell away, hidden behind the sight of his trainer’s horrible slow smile and the absence of touch. No one touched him, in the room, except with gloved hands designed to hurt.

He’d been so happy to wake up with Owen, thought he was so lucky he’d gone to an owner who didn’t wear gloves.

Who promised not to hurt him, except for when he did.

Taaaaaaap.

Taaaaaaap.

Taaaaaap.

He lets his faltering attempts to remember more go, finally, unwilling to fight the pain any longer. What he’s left with isn’t the poems his mother framed around the house, or the sight of the blue sky stretching overhead until the world seemed endless. He loses Keira’s face again, he is always losing her and finding her, and he loses any sense of who he used to be.

Except…

He remembers what he named the star.

And he remembers why.

Taaaaaaap.

Tap.

I’m going to tell a lot of lies about you.

Owen finds Kauri the next morning just before sunrise, curled up in the patio chair out on the balcony, knees to his chest and his hands just under his chin, fast asleep. From this angle and with his hands over his neck, you can’t see the collar at all, and he looks like anyone else. He looks free.

Keira is sitting in her favorite spot just under the leaves of a particularly large-leafed plant, beeping happily in a slow, soft rhythm that echoes the new name he’d given the red star.

Beeeeep. Beep. Beeeeep. Beep.

Beeeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep.

Beep. Beeeeeeeeep. Beep. Beep.

Beeeeeeep.

Beeeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep.

Beeeeep. Beep.

Her contented sounds stop when Owen’s shadow falls over Kauri’s sleeping face, and with a slight, pleased little smile, Owen Grant moves Kauri’s hands down until the white-gold links of his collar glint and glimmer in the early morning light.

Kauri’s eyes flutter open, slowly, and he jumps when he realizes Owen is so close, swallowing hard. “M-Mr. Owen? What’s-”

“What are you doing out here?” Owen’s voice is low, and loving, and he raises a hand to cup Kauri’s cheek in his palm, brushing fingers into mussed-up black curls.

I liked it better when he touched me like that. I don’t think I’m allowed to like it better but I did.

“I was looking at, at stars,” Kauri says softly, honestly enough. “Guess I fell asleep. S-sorry, I know you want me when y-you wake up-”

“That’s okay, you’re pretty cute out here asleep. Like a puppy. Were you thinking about yesterday? Get freaked out by the filming and everything?”

It seems safe. Kauri leaps on the lie. “Y-Yeah, a little. I had a nightmare about the, the shock collar...”

“Oh.” Owen laughs and stands back up straight, picking Keira up and dumping her carelessly on the living room carpet. “I don’t know why you keep carting this thing around. In any case, I am sorry about that, Kor-Bore. I know what I told you, before, that I wouldn’t. But you know, I am your owner, and owners get to change their minds, don’t they? You looked pretty fucking good in it, actually...��

Kauri swallows hard. “Did I?”

“Fuck yes. But you look good in everything that gets you all teary like that. Come on in, I’ll make breakfast.”

Kauri waits for him to get inside before he unfolds himself and stands, slowly, to follow Owen back into the condo. The home that he can never, ever leave unless Owen is right beside him.

When he looks up and over his shoulder, the big red star is gone.

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I Believe the Children Are Our Future: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,186

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Agents Page, Plant, and Ronan,” Dean said as he held up his fake badge for the doctor to see.

There had been reports of strange deaths occurring in this town, but you didn’t really know how strange. The police report you found said something about a girl with a head injury from something that clawed through her skull. Normally it wasn’t your type of thing, but when you talked with the police that made the report, he was very nervous and he stuttered which made you think there was something supernatural about this.

“Gentlemen, Lady. What brings you by?” the doctor asked.

“We need to see Amber Freer's body,” you stated.

“Really? What for?”

“The police report said something clawed through her skull?”

“You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?”

“W-we had, uh, server issues,” Sam chuckled nervously.

The doctor motioned for you three to follow, and he led you to the room where the bodies were kept in freezers. He opened one and pulled the body out before removing the sheet from her head.

“When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something,” the doctor explained as he showed you the claw marks on the side of her skull, “but we were wrong.” He picked up a plastic bad from the slab the body was laying on before showing it to you and the brothers.

“Is that a—”

“Pressed-on nail,” the doctor finished for you. “We found it in her temporal lobe.”

“You’re saying she did this to herself?” you asked, clearly shocked.

“Uh-huh. She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure—it's possible.”

“How?”

“Pick your acronym—OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy,” the doctor sighed. Sam reached for the blanket and pulled it back further until the girl’s hands were shown. Amber’s right hand had four press-on nails still attached, but the middle finger has nothing on it. “My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but still.”

“Phantom itch?” Dean asked.

“Yup,” the doctor stated as he placed the sheet back over her body and put her back in the freezer. “All it takes is someone talking about an itch—or thinking about one, even—and suddenly you can't stop scratching.”

“Thanks, doc,” you smiled before leaving the morgue with the brothers.

Now you know why the police was nervous when you talked to them because they were curious about why she did this to herself or what caused it to happen.

“The family should still be a little fresh regarding information. We’re heading there next,” you said as you clutched the keys in your hand.

“When I agreed you could drive, I didn’t mean take over the whole goddamn investigation,” Dean joked as everyone got into the car.

“Get used to it,” you smirked before pulling out onto the street to head to the house where Amber died—the house in which she was babysitting.

While Sam was questioning the parents of Jimmy, the little boy who had Amber as a babysitter, you and Dean looked at the rest of the house for anything suspicious. The little boy, Jimmy, was watching from the kitchen because he seemed too scared to even go into the room with the FBI Agents who he thinks are real. As soon as you saw him, you nudged Dean before approaching the young boy.

“Whatcha lookin' for?” Jimmy asked hesitantly.

“Don’t know yet,” Dean answered.

“It’s Jimmy, yeah?” you asked and he nodded. “So, Amber was your babysitter?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he gulped.

“Did you, uh, you see anything strange that night?” Dean asked.

“No, sir.”

“You sure about that?”

“I—I would tell you if I knew something. I promise. One hundred percent. Cross my heart.”

“Well, Jimmy, I happen to know you're lying,” Dean began, but the young boy tried to get out of it.

“I'm not.”

“Jimmy,” you stated as you kneeled down which was more closer to his height than if you were to stand. “You’re not going to get in trouble. I promise you. What happened last night? You can tell us.”

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think it would work. I put it on her hairbrush,” he started crying as he pulled out what he used to prank his babysitter with.

Taking the object from his hand, you looked at the itching powder that claimed to work like a charm. Looking at Dean, you patted Jimmy’ shoulder as you stood up.

“Thank you for letting us know, Jimmy,” you said as you walked back over to Sam who was finishing up. He thanked the parents for their cooperation just as you three left the house.

“What did you find out?” Sam asked.

“Kid said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush,” you explained as you held up the powder.

“Y/N, there’s no way itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground-up maple seeds.”

“If you have any other theories, I'm open to 'em,” you shrugged.

Sam’s phone rang as you approached the driver’s side door. He looked distressed as he talked to whoever was on the other line.

“Yeah?... Yeah, we'll be right there,” he sighed as he hung up.

“Who was that?”

“The police. There’s been another death.”

“Hospital it is then,” you chuckled as you got into the car and started her up.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t far, and when you got there, they were already putting a body in a body bag and zipping it shut.

“What happened?” Sam asked when he showed his badge.

“Guy got electrocuted,” the doctor answered.

“Any idea how?”

“Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything.”

“Witnesses?”

“Yeah, guy in there—Mr. Stanley,” he pointed out the old man who sat in a chair, looking out the window. “He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile.”

“Thank you,” you nodded before going over to the man. “Mr. Stanley?”

“It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work.”

“What would work?”

“All I did was shake his hand,” he sighed shakily as he held out his hand, and in the palm is a joy buzzer—the kid of toy that kids mean to shock others unexpectedly.

“Could I see that, please?” you asked as the old man handed it over. Careful not to touch the metal part, you looked at the brothers before leaving the room with them.

“What are you going to do with it?” Dean asked.

“Test it.”

Sam and Dean had industrial goggles on their eyes with black rubber gloves that welders use in case they get sparks on their skin. In the middle of the room was a large uncooked ham in two stacked aluminum-foil pans sitting on the table. Instead of wearing the same kind of goggles and gloves at they were, your magic was to protect you. Blue magic formed over your eyes to shield you from whatever is about to happen as well as over your hands and arms.

“You two ready?” you asked as you looked back at them.

“Hit it, Mr. Wizard,” Sam chuckled.

Rolling your eyes lightly, you turned back to the ham before placing the shocking ring on your finger. Taking a deep breath, you placed it to the ham which began to cook from the inside out. Shocked, pun intended, you pulled your hand away to reveal the burned ham.

“That’ll do pig,” Dean commented as he inched closer.

“What the hell?” Sam gasped. “That shit isn't supposed to work.”

“This thing doesn't even have batteries,” you said as you carefully placed the buzzer down before your magic went away. Both brothers took off their gloves and glasses before Dean took out his knife and began cutting the meat.

“So, what? Are we looking at cursed objects?”

“Sounds about right,” Dean said as he ate the meat. “Maybe there's a powerful witch in town. Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?”

“Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store.”

“Hmm,” Dean muttered as he continued to eat.

“Come on, Dean,” you sighed as you grabbed his arm and lead him out of the door.

The only place in town that would sell this kind of things was a magic shop which didn’t take too long to get to. As soon as you approached the shop, you walked inside which sounded the bell above the door.

“Sam! Y/N!” Dean grinned as he held up a whoopee cushion. Rolling your eyes, you walked to the counter just as the owner came out of the back room.

“Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery.”

“Are you the owner?” you asked.

“Yep.”

“You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?”

“Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you folks here to buy something or what?” he asked. Dean held up some cash before placing it and the whoopee cushion on the counter.

“So, you get many customers?” you asked.

“Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—”

“Angry?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing.”

“Which is why you hate them.”

“I suppose.”

“You wish there was something you could do about it.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“So, you're taking revenge,” Dean said as he snatched a rubber chicken off the display and slaps it down on the counter before holding up the buzzer, “with this.” He pressed the buzzer to the chicken which melted it immediately from the shock. The owner jumped back and yelped, taking a seat on whatever he could find.

“Oh! No!” he stuttered, making inarticulate noises.

“Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch,” you muttered with an apologetic smile at the man.

“Sorry. Sorry,” Dean apologize as you three scrambled to get out before you caused any more danger.

“I thought that was a rumor,” you said as you walked down the stairs from the second floor of the hospital.

There had been kids that drank and ate pop rocks and coke which caused them to have stomach ulcers. There was also a man whose face was stuck in a certain… position… and they needed a plastic surgeon to come to see if they could fix it. All of these things were rumors and tales, so why were they coming true?

“Yeah well, when you’re a kid, you’ll believe anything,” Dean chuckled just as Sam walked out of the room belonging to a man whose teeth are all missing.

“What's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get ahold of him?” Dean asked his brother.

“Yeah. Close. He wrote up a description,” he cleared his throat as he read from his notebook. “Five foot ten, three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy.”

“So, he's obviously whacked out on painkillers.”

“Maybe. Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm. Plus, it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow. One for each tooth.”

“Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some. There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers—say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy... his face... froze that way,” you indulged.

“What way?” Sam asked.

Dean looked all around him to see if anyone was watching before he pulled the sides of his mouth so that his teeth showed and crossed his eyes. He holds it for a minute before letting go.

“He held it too long and it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon,” you sighed.

“So, I mean, if you add all that up,” Sam hesitated before sighing. “I got nothing.”

“I thought that if you swallowed chewing gum, it would stick in your stomach for seven years before you’re able to pass it through.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“I also thought that saying, “step on a crack and you break your mother’s back” was true. I mean, I was seven, but I believed it.”

“What’s your point?”

“I mean that’s the connection we’re missing. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you—they're all lies that kids believe and now they’re coming true.”

“Okay, so whatever's doing this is—is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god. Or of a trickster,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old.”

“Or you,” Sam smirked at his brother before leaving your side.

Dean frowned, but you giggled as you passed him since you knew he was right. Dean’s frown deepened, but he followed nonetheless.

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[robinskey]

Steve x Nancy’s Childhood Friend! Reader (pt 2)

Part One

A/N:  Yay! A second part! I considered rewriting this without bullet points but ultimately decided to leave it as-is. If you’d prefer a story format, let me know, and I can do that for the next part. :) Happy reading.

Warnings: Spoilers for the first two seasons.

After the Steve/Jonathan fight, you start to suspect there might be something between Jonathan and Nancy

She assures you that it’s nothing

And it’s not exactly the best time to investigate

Your friend is a little preoccupied right now

You know, dealing with her other best friend’s disappearance

Eventually

Everything more or less returns to normal

Before long, Nancy reconciles with Steve

Slowly, you start to adjust to the sight of your friend draped around Steve Harrington

And around the time you get used to it

They break up again

Not actually because of Jonathan

But because Steve’s an inconsiderate birdbrain

And also Nancy doesn’t love him

But you focus more on the first reason

Because it’s a great reason to egg his house again

Nancy begs you not to do it this time

She doesn’t give you a concrete reason why

She just says the situation is a lot more complicated than you know

“What’s complicated, Nance? Steve the Jerk is being a jerk.”

“Well, yeah, but…there are other reasons, too.”

“Like what? Your thing with Jonathan?”

“I don’t have a thing with Jonathan, Y/N.”

“You don’t have a thing with him yet, you mean.”

Nancy throws a pillow at your head

You’re able to dodge it

But you won’t be able to dodge all the chaos that’s coming your way

Just like you predicted, Nancy and Jonathan start spending a lot more time together after she ends things with Steve

Like, a lot more time together

You’ll go over to the Wheelers’ to hang out, and Karen will answer the door with a perplexed look on her face

“Nancy’s not here right now, Y/N. I think she’s with the Byers boy.”

“Oh, um…okay. Could you just let her know I stopped by?”

Nancy stops returning your calls

Finally, one day, you finally catch her at lunch

She and Jonathan are sitting in the back of the cafeteria, heads bent together, whispering about something

“Hey, Nance”

Her head snaps up, doe eyes glittering with apprehension

“Oh, hey, Y/N. What’s-what’s up?”

There are pictures spread out in front of them. Jonathan frantically sweeps them towards him with his arms.

“I, um…I was just going to ask if you wanted to hang out tonight”

Nancy’s gaze shifts to the dirty cafeteria tile as she slowly shakes her head 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t today. Jonathan and I have this…uh…science project due tomorrow.”

Having known Nancy Wheeler nearly all your life, you know when she’s lying

But you also know when there’s no way in heck she’s about to fess up

So you just sort of nod and pivot on your heel

As soon as you turn around, you lock eyes with the exact boy you never thought you’d catch staring at you

But the moment your gaze meets his, he looks away

You find yourself a dark corner of the cafeteria

Where you nibble on your ham sandwich

And try to convince yourself that it had just been a fluke

For the rest of the day, you’re lost in your ponderings

And by the time you realize the final bell has rung, the classroom is already empty

Unsurprisingly, you miss the bus

It’s a little chilly

But it’s not like you have any other choice

So you decide to walk

You’re barely off the school grounds when a black BMW 733i pulls up next to the sidewalk

You watch in shock as the passenger window rolls down to reveal Steve Harrington in the driver’s seat

“Hey, you’re Nancy’s friend, right? Need a ride?”

Goosebumps have started to form on your bare arms, and your lips feel a little numb, but you’re not that desperate

You yank one strap of your backpack up higher on your shoulder and march onward

“I promise I don’t bite. Come on, you’ve got a long walk ahead of you,” he continues, rolling the car along at a few miles per hour to keep up with your pace

“Not interested, Steve, but thanks for the offer”

There’s a grand pause, the only sounds coming from the crooning singer on Steve’s radio and the twinkling giggles of schoolgirls playing in a nearby yard

And then

“Please, Y/N?” 

Hearing your name tumble from King Steve’s lips gives you pause

“If I get in that car, and that’s a big IF,” you say, “you take me directly to my house without trying any funny business, you drop me off, and that’s it. I don’t owe you any favors or anything”

Steve shifts the car into park, unbuckles his seatbelt, and leans over as far as he can. He extends his arm, which is long enough for the tips of his fingers to make it out the window

You cross your arms over your chest, a deep frown creasing your face

“What is that?”

“It’s a handshake. A promise to not try any-what did you call it? ‘Funny business,’“ he says

You take a cautious step toward the vehicle, half-expecting Steve to yell “Psych!”, step on the gas pedal, and speed away. He doesn’t

“Come on, Y/N. If you stand out there much longer, you’re going to get frostbite, and I don’t think I have enough gas in this thing to drive you to the hospital”

You scoff-as if King Steve would waste his precious time making such a peasant received proper health care-but still grasp Steve’s outstretched hand with your own

Your inner thirteen-year-old is squealing over the fact that you’re basically holding hands with Steve Harrington

And you just freeze like that

Until Harrington goes, “Hello! Earth to Y/N!”

You drop his hand like a hot potato, whip open the car door, and hop into the front seat

And suddenly, you’re riding in Steve Harrington’s BMW

Get it together, Y/N. It’s just a ride home…

…with your best friend’s ex

“Pick whatever music you want,” he says

Your fingers hover over the knobs, itching to turn to a new station. But they’re all so shiny, so new-just like everything else in this dang car. You’ve never seen a teenage boy with such pristine possessions

Then again, the car probably wasn’t his to wreck-you were sure it was bought with Daddy’s money

For a while, you ride along in silence

Watching as the world whirs past

As he drives, Steve lightly taps the steering wheel to the beat of the music and hums along to the melody

It’s clear he’s trying to fill the void left by the lack of conversation

“So, um…how are you?” Steve asks in a bit of a sing-song voice

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye

You can tell he’s trying incredibly hard to act nonchalant

And it’s honestly disturbing

“Okay, okay. We don’t have to talk. That’s cool”

He stops speaking, but his noise-making will never cease

Steve cranks up the radio, and his light humming gradually evolves (devolves?) into belting out the lyrics to We Built This City

It’s utterly ridiculous, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing

Seven minutes later, Steve finally pulls into your driveway

He doesn’t even have to ask which house is yours. When you wonder aloud how he remembered, he shrugs

“You’re Nancy’s best friend”

The mention of Nancy rubs a sensitive spot

Steve watches your carefree expression morph into a deep frown

“Hey, um-I know the bus is awful. Not that I’ve ever ridden the bus, of course-but I’ve heard the horror stories”

He pauses as your face contorts again into a squint of confusion. You clearly don’t know where he’s going with this

To be fair, he doesn’t, either

“What I’m trying to tell you, I guess-is that if you ever need a ride home again, or if you ever want me to pick you up in the morning, let me know”

You eye him suspiciously as you unbuckle your seatbelt

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch”

When you hear this, your arms instantly return to their criss-cross position across your chest

“What?” he asks. His free hand runs through his infamous dark locks. “You said no funny business”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually listen”

“I’m a much better listener than you might think, Y/N”

You gaze at him for several long seconds

It’s certainly suspicious that he’s being so nice to you

But honestly, if it gets you off that stupid bus, you don’t care

“Fine,” you huff, popping open the passenger door and hopping out

You sling your bag across your shoulder and look back at Steve

“Be here at 7:30 tomorrow morning-not a minute later”

You can tell he’s surprised by the way his pupils suddenly dilate, then contract

But he doesn’t say anything-just raises his hand in a mock-salute

“Aye aye, Captain”

You watch as the BMW speeds off

Trying to ignore the pit forming in the bottom of your stomach

What have you done?

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[tisfan]

Kicking and Screaming

Square: I1 - Sports By @27dragons and @tisfan Title: Kicking and Screaming Warning: None Rating: Teen Characters: Bucky, Tony, Phil Coulon, the rest of the Avengers Tags: Coulson Lives, Team Sports, competitive, feed your supersoldiers regularly Summary: Coulson should get hazard pay: it’s mandatory team building for the Avengers again. Link: AO3 Word Count: 2872 Posted for @winterironbingo

Coulson trudged out onto the playing field -- miles away from civilization so they didn’t accidentally break anything fragile, like New York City -- with a bright red kickball. Avenger’s baseball was bad for the surrounding countryside.

“All right,” he said, firmly no-nonsense. “Team captains today are: Bruce Banner and Peter Parker. Pick your teams, for a game of kickball.”

“What is kickball? Is it like golf?” Thor wondered, eyeing the ball. Coulson had sudden images of Thor using his hammer on the field, and was glad that, for the most part, the ball was extremely durable. Special design. Even the Wolverine could have played, if he’d wanted to.

“It’s kinda like baseball,” Peter volunteered. “Only the ball rolls on the ground instead of being thrown, and you kick it instead of hitting it with a bat. I want Mr. Stark.”

“And unlike in soccer, outfield can catch the ball with their hands,” Bruce said, thoughtfully. “If you’re taking Tony, I want Steve.”

That was smart, Coulson thought. Steve and Tony bickered enough when they were on opposing sides. Putting them on the same side, outside of a combat situation, and they’d end up yelling at each other for days about strategy and battle plans, and other ridiculous things. Fury, Coulson decided, was not punishing the Avengers with this mandatory team building stuff. He was angry with Coulson for reasons Coulson hadn’t discovered yet.

Refereeing the Avengers was like trying to sell portable heaters in hell.

“If you get Cap, then we get the other super-soldier,” Tony said.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter protested. “I’m supposed to pick!”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Fine, go on then, pick. Just pick Bucky.”

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Peter scowled at Tony. Coulson wasn’t going to admit it was kind of cute. “We need Clint,” he said.

“We do?”

“You need good aim for kickball,” Peter said firmly. “Clint, c’mon.”

“I got good aim, kid,” Bucky protested, looking offended. Really, the two of them were close to matched for rifle, although Clint was better with improvised thrown weapons. Like bottles. And keys. And once, another teammate.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, then, casually, “Then prove it. We’ll take Bucky.”

“Bruce!” Tony protested. “You can’t split me and Bucky up! We’re like peanut butter and jelly! Green eggs and ham!”

“Bonnie and Clyde?” Bruce suggested. “Sorry, Tony. All’s fair in love and kickball.”

Peter eyed the remaining Avengers. “Uh. Natasha?”

“Say it like you mean it, kid,” Tony advised.

“Natasha,” Peter repeated.

Natasha didn’t even bother to get up, doing that thing with her eyebrow and jaw that suggested the lines of battle just got redrawn around her.

Bruce smirked. “Thor.”

“Going for the brawn versus brains this time, I guess,” Clint said.

“Then you’re on the wrong team,” Natasha said.

“Aw, Nat, that was painful. I’m hurt. There might be actual tears.”

“For them,” Natasha said, and she took a sip of her smoothie through a straw before putting it aside and lazily wandering over to Peter’s side.

Peter chewed on his lip.

“We could use another enhanced person,” Natasha suggested.

Peter nodded. “Vision.”

“Oh, sure, you’ll listen to her advice, but not mine?” Tony complained.

“Perhaps if you had structured your advice as such,” Vision said, “rather than simply assuming our captain would take your suggestion.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Tony said. He pointed at Bruce. “Your team is going down, Green Machine.”

“You keep saying that,” Bruce remarked. “And we’ll take Wanda.”

“What is this, split up the couples night?” Rhodes asked. “I’m all for it, you go on with your bad self, Bruce.”

Wanda floated over to join her teammates. She landed daintily on the ground just behind Bucky’s shoulder.

“And we’ll take Colonel Rhodes,” Peter said.

“And I’m last, why’s a brother always last,” Sam muttered, but he went to join Bruce’s team, high fiving it with Steve.

“If I say I want a nice clean game, I don’t suppose any of you will listen, right?”

“Probably not, no,” Natasha commented. “That’s really not, you know, what we do.”

“I don’t even want to know what you do, Agent Romanoff,” Coulson said. “Captains-- try not to kill anyone or break any small cities, you know the drill.” He fished out a coin from his front pocket. “Call it, Mr. Parker.”

Peter didn’t even bother to call it; he flicked his hand out and grabbed the coin right out of the air with a bit of sticky goo, dropping it into Tony’s hand. “Tails, we win.”

“You are a bad influence on a sweet kid,” Coulson chided. He wasn’t sure if he was directing that comment toward Natasha or Tony. It didn’t matter, it applied to both.

“You’re just now figuring this out?” Tony asked. He scooped up the ball and tossed it at Bucky with a challenging smirk. “I assume you’ll be the pitcher. Come on, team, let’s work out our batting order.”

Coulson shook his head a few times and went to stand guard halfway between first and second base. “As always, my word is law, unless you want me to suggest to Fury that we need a full time Avenger watching the Fridge.”

Guard duty was demeaning and boring, except when it wasn’t. None of the Avengers wanted that.

“I’ll kick first,” Rhodey said, patting his leg brace with a smirk. “They always underestimate just how much power you put in these babies.”

“Kick it away from Wanda,” Natasha suggested.

“Or, alternatively, kick it right at her face,” Clint said. “Her magic’s good, but she still flinches when you go for the headshot.”

“Solid strategy,” Tony agreed. “Uh, let’s avoid beaning Bruce. No one needs a repeat of the baseball fiasco.”

“You kick second, Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “Then Hawkeye, Miss Widow, Mr. Vision, and me last?” He glanced around to check and make sure all the adults were onboard with his plan.

In the outfield, Thor had put himself out in the outfield, along with Wanda, while Steve took up position behind home plate, Bucky was pitching, as Tony had suggested, and Sam floated around infield. Unless someone bunted, there wasn’t going to be a lot of work for an infielder, so it was probably just laziness. And Bruce was at the shortstop position.

“All right, Avengers. Play ball,” Coulson hollered. Reminded himself that Tahiti was a magical place and if this ended in his death (again) he wouldn’t be surprised.

As Rhodey had predicted, Bruce’s team pulled in when Rhodey stepped up to the plate. Rhodey was hamming it up, too, limping a little. Tony was hard-pressed to conceal his smirk. He’d have thought Bucky, at least, would have some idea of Rhodey’s power -- Tony bounced most of his upgrade ideas off Bucky -- but no, Bucky actually rolled the ball straight down the center, fair and true, if perhaps with a little more oomph than your average fourth-grader.

It had to be one of those specially reinforced balls, because if Rhodey had kicked something made out of builder grade rubber that hard, it would have exploded on contact. Instead, the ball made a satisfying whoooong noise and sailed nearly straight back to Bucky, but on the left side instead of the right, and about hip level.

Which meant all of Bucky’s blind spots, where his wrist wasn’t quite as flexible.

Rhodey didn’t bother to look, just took off for first base at his somewhat faster than human normal pace; those braces, if he was pushing the capacitors, could carry him along at a brisk thirty miles an hour. Not as fast as a super soldier, but Rhodey’s muscles and skeleton didn’t have the extra reinforcing needed for that kind of speed.

He held at first, since Wanda recovered the ball and zipped it over to Bruce -- she didn’t even throw the damn thing, just used her magic to push it around -- who stood guard over second base.

No one really wanted to be the first person to plow into Bruce.

Tony stepped up to the home plate, scuffing at the dirt and rubber, testing the feel of it, and shot a grin at Bucky. “Gonna treat me right, sugarplum?”

“Yeah, you wish, dollface,” Bucky said, and this time, when he rolled the ball, it did a weird swerve, just at the end of the path. Just like when playing pool, Tony could calculate rate and spin and angles, and as soon as he saw the little wobble in the ball, he knew just which way it was going to curve.

He wasn’t quite Hawkeye -- he couldn’t predict exactly where the ball was going to go after he kicked it, but he managed to kick it, anyway. The ball surprised him by shooting up as much as out, and that was all Tony saw before he took off running.

Rhodey was already clearing second and headed to third when Tony got hit in the lower back by the ball so hard that it almost knocked him off his feet. “Out!” Coulson yelled from the sidelines.

Tony whirled around to see Bucky smirking at him, those pouty lips practically taunting him. “You heard the man, sugarplum. Go siddown.”

“Okay,” Tony said, smiling sweetly. “I’m going to give you that one. Dollface.” He strode back over to his team and dropped onto the bench. “Sonovabitch,” he muttered, “I’m gonna be pissing fucking blood.”

Vision held out one maroon hand over Tony’s back, light. A tingle of heat passed between his skin and the synthoid’s fingers. “Your internal organs appear to be intact,” Vision reassured him, so earnest as he always was.

Hawkeye took his turn, and, as promised, just about put the ball right through Wanda’s head. Rather than catching it, or even blocking it with her magic, she dove to the ground to avoid it, letting it roll unfettered, out into the far end of left field, bringing Rhodey home to score, and Clint to an easy, laughing second-base position.

Natasha stepped up to the plate, no bravado or fuss. Some kind of communication seemed to sizzle in the air between her and Bucky. Tony was too far away to see if Bucky played any tricks with the ball, but Natasha’s kick connected solidly and sent the ball soaring upward, directly over Bruce’s head.

Bruce leaped up to catch it, brushing the ball with his fingertips. Which might have been okay, except that Thor decided to go for the ball as well, and they collided mid-air like twin boulders being smacked together.

“Safe,” Coulson declared, because throwing one’s teammate instead of the ball didn’t count.

Hulk turned around and glared at Coulson for it, who prudently took a step backward.

And while that was going on, Hawkeye stole third. And then home.

Natasha gave them a thumbs up from her position at first base.

Vision should have been an easy run -- his calculation abilities were vastly superior to even Tony’s -- but he seemed too curious about the way the ball moved, or the puffs of dirt that rose up around it, or something, to properly gauge his kick. Three strikes, and then Vision was taking his place on the bench beside Tony.

“Guess we need to work on your hand-eye coordination,” Tony said.

“My hands caused no issues,” Vision said solemnly.

It was probably that Peter was so tiny -- the guy looked like a high school sophomore, and he acted even younger most of the time -- that people were constantly underestimating his strength, but he was stronger than Steve and Bucky put together, could go toe-to-toe with the Hulk, and no one wanted to destroy the planet enough for some friendly fighting between Thor and Spider-Man.

Tony shaded his eyes with his hand, watching the ball disappear somewhere way, way past homerun territory.

Nat didn’t even run. She just strolled around the bases. Tony was almost positive that she was, in fact, doing a classic ballet walk.

“Four to zero,” Coulson announced, “with two outs.”

Tony and Clint took the opportunity to teach Vision some classic trash-talk. And the game went on.

It wasn’t going to be the other team that beat them, Bucky decided, getting up to pitch (well, roll, but whatever), but instead, it was going to be metabolism.

Early on, Steve had tried to call for a snack break, which Tony had point blank refused to allow, arguing that the game went on until all nine innings were played, or the team captain conceded. “You can play a man or two down, if you need a Snickers that bad,” he’d said.

Bucky’s stomach rumbled.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t go long stretches without food, but between Thor, Hulk, Steve, and Bucky, they were all used to a sort of grazing pattern unless it was an emergency. Eight thousand calories a day minimum took time to eat.

Bucky was about ready to eat home plate, if this went on much longer.

They had to fight for every out; the score was ridiculous. Eighty-three to seventy-nine, with Tony’s team coming up to kick. (Not that it was Tony’s team, technically it was Peter’s team, but somehow, it had come down to some challenge of wills between Steve and Tony. Again.)

At least it was the ninth inning.

And going on hour five of the game. For some kindergartener shit, the game had gotten cut-throat.

“Swing batter batter batter,” Steve chanted, squatting in his catching position.

Which really put him a lot closer to Tony’s ass than Bucky felt entirely comfortable with.

Tony took his sweet time getting up to the plate, too, stretching and twisting his spine to loosen up. He even leaned way down to touch his toes, stretching his calves, and if he thought Bucky would buy that it was an accident that the position showed off that glorious ass for Bucky, then he was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Which did not mean that Bucky did not take full advantage of the tactic to ogle his boyfriend’s ass.

Finally, Tony shook out his legs and stepped up to the plate. “All right, let’s stop lollygagging around and play this game!” he announced cheerfully. And then, just as Bucky was winding up to roll the ball, he said, “Winner gets to top!”

Well, that… did not go well. Bucky’s aim was completely off. “Ball,” Coulson called.

“Asshole,” Bucky muttered, and from the brilliant, gleaming smile Tony directed his way, it did not go unheard. Steve threw him the ball back and Bucky wound up to roll again. More like bowling than baseball. Really, a stupid game, all things considered.

This time, at least, Tony didn’t say anything, just waited for the pitch. It was Natasha who piped up with, “Ethiopian for dinner?”

Bucky finished the roll. “Yes, please, I’m fuckin’ starving, her--” Tony’s kick hit him in the chest and he scrambled to catch it, but didn’t quite grab it, a fact he was going to blame on metal-slick fingers and that was his story, he was sticking to it. He floundered, captured the ball, rolled, and… “Safe!”

“Come on, Buck, get your head in the game,” Steve yelled, because of course he did.

Bucky whirled and stomped back to the pitcher’s mound. He got there and popped one shiny metal finger in Steve’s direction, which got hoots and cheers from, well, pretty much everyone. Couldn’t say he was shocked, either.

“If you kick that ball at my face again, Clint, I am going to hurt you,” Wanda threatened from outfield.

He didn’t. Clint fucking bunted it, and then Steve overcompensated his throw, blowing past Tony as he went ‘round second base, headed for third.

Clint was fucking singing, that’s what he was doing, too… some song Bucky’d never heard before. “Around third and headed for home, it’s a brown-eyed handsome man, anyone can understand, the way I feel--” he crooned.

Bucky caught the ball, went to throw it to Steve to get Tony out, at least, but-- where the hell had Steve gone off to?

Tony touched home and did a little dance that involved entirely too much hip-swinging.

Natasha struck out. Thank Christ.

Bucky went to roll again, and-- something cold and wet splattered against his face. What the-- he peered up. It was evening, and the sky had gotten a lot darker, although he’d missed that as the field’s lights had gone on. And cloudy, apparently.

“It’s rainin’,” Bucky reported.

“Kickball,” Clint intoned, “is a simple game. You throw the ball, you kick the ball, you catch the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes… it rains.”

It started to rain harder. Tony’s tee shirt was sticking to him, obscenely outlining his chest.

“Game called on account of rain,” Coulson said. “Parker’s team wins.”

Steve immediately started to argue that they hadn’t had their last at-base and Coulson held up one hand. “I’m not debating with you, Captain,” he said. “I am calling the game. You lose.”

Ignoring Steve’s ranting, Tony strolled up to Bucky, that smirk on his lips making it clear that he knew exactly what the rain was doing to his clothes. He slid a hand down Bucky’s chest. “Good game, Slugger. Ready to pay up?”

Bucky tugged Tony in for a kiss, hot and wet and dirty. “Play ball,” he said.

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[grayson-dolans-dangly-earring]

Neglect (E.D.)

Hello everyone! I want to thank @bouttogolinkurbitch for this request! I had so much fun writing this! (also I’m tagging everyone in the groupchat bc I’m a thirsty hoe)

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The boys had been filming their collab videos with James and Emma all week and so far things had gone pretty well. Today was the day they needed to film Emma’s video so we were all currently at the mall headed to the Gucci store to get her a belt. My boyfriend, Ethan, was really hamming it up for the camera and I was happy he was having such a good time, but the pang of jealousy in my heart didn’t feel too good. Emma and Ethan have gotten pretty close over the past few weeks and normally that wouldn’t have bothered me, but the effort he’s been putting into their budding friendship, has sort of pushed our relationship to the back burner.

Ethan and Emma were happily leading the way through the mall, laughing together and filming. James and Grayson were close behind and I trailed at the back of the group, growing more and more upset about the close proximity of Emma and my boyfriend.

Grayson noticed how quiet I had been and fell back to walk beside me. “Hey cutie, you feelin’ okay?” he asked, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. Over the years Gray had become my best friend and like a brother to me. We were extremely close and sometimes he could read me better than Ethan. “Yeah I’m fine Gray.” I whispered. “Sweetie, I know you. I know you’re lying.” He said smirking down at me. I sighed and he wrapped his arms around me. “It’s just, Ethan’s been ignoring me for weeks playing that Fortnite game and I’ve been practically begging for his attention and I’ve gotten NOTHING. But the second Emma comes around he lights up and the rest of us disappear.” I spat. By now, Emma, Ethan, and James were in the store shopping around while grayson sat with me on a bench outside. I watched them through the window, the way Ethan crowded up next to Emma, the way he smiled down her. I hated every second of it.

Grayson put his big hands on the sides of my face and turned me towards him. “Listen to me. Ethan loves you. I don’t know much, but I know he loves you. No one, especially not Emma, can change that. You should just talk to him. Okay?” he murmured. I nodded silently and we got up from the bench.

***

Later that night, when we got home Ethan immediately fired up his game and put on his headset and all I could do was sigh. I knew things were going downhill and I just couldn’t watch it happen anymore. I went to our bedroom and opened the closet. I grabbed my suitcase and started throwing my things into it. Tears were streaming down my face and I was slamming things left and right. I dropped my makeup bag and my lipstick rolled under the bed. “Fuck!” I shouted in frustration.

Ethan appeared in the doorway and all I could do was seeth in anger. “You okay?” he asked, game controller in hand, headset around his neck. “So THIS? THIS is what gets your attention huh? Me screaming and slamming things? Damn! If only I’d known to try that earlier!” I shouted. A look of confusion crossed his face. “Babe what are you talking about?” He questioned. “You have GOT to be kidding me! You’re so fucking dense you have NO idea what’s been going on, do you?” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. “Obviously not because if I did we wouldn’t be fighting right now so why don’t you enlighten me Y/N!” Ethan yelled, throwing his controller and headset on the bed.

“Oh fuck off Ethan Grant! I’ve worked my ass off for WEEKS to get one MINUTE of your time but you’re too busy playing video games to give a shit! But the second Emma comes around you drop everything for her!” I shrieked. “Whoa whoa whoa! You’re mad at ME because YOU are jealous of Emma?” Ethan said, smirk evident on his face. “I am NOT jealous! I’m fucking pissed off that some little new girl you barely know can have your undivided attention just by sending a text, but ME your girlfriend could stand stark naked in front of you and you couldn’t care less!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, coming to stand chest to chest with Ethan. He looked down at me with a fire in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Part of me wanted to apologize but another part of me just wanted to keep pushing him. If anger was the only attention I could get from him I was going to run with it.

“Yeah. Go ahead and stare at me and don’t say a fucking word. The silence is familiar since all you do is ignore me anyway.” I hissed. I could see him clench his jaw and I knew I was hitting all the right spots. “Y/N you know better than to talk to me like that. You’re being ridiculous and you know it. Girls are always into me and I’ve never paid attention to them. Why is my friendship with Emma bothering you?” He said. “You know what Ethan? It’s different this time. You’ve always had people falling at your feet begging you to be with them and I know that; trust me it’s VERY difficult to ignore. But what bothers me is that Emma isn’t a twitter fan begging you to fuck her. She’s a real person you’ve let into our lives and you’re treating her the way you used to treat me.” I whispered, letting my arms drop to my sides.

The silence was deafening and for me, all it did was confirm my suspicions. I looked up at Ethan with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I think I should go.” I mumbled, grabbing my keys and making a mad dash for the door. I could hear him following me but I really needed to be alone for a while so I got in my car and peeled out of the driveway as fast as I could. I looked in the rearview mirror and I saw Ethan shouting at me to stop but I couldn’t.

I drove for hours until the sun finally set. My phone had been ringing non-stop and chiming with text alerts. Ethan was asking me where I was, Grayson was trying to get me to come home, and even Emma asking me if I wanted to go get frozen yogurt since she was unaware of the situation. I felt like an asshole for letting my insecurities possibly ruin my relationship. Why did I always do this? I always fuck everything up.

I parked my car at the beach and got out, making my way to the sand beneath the pier. I had grabbed my blanket from my car and laid it on the ground and sat down. I looked out across the water and these uncontrollable sobs began to wrack my body. “God I’m so fucking stupid! Why do I always let my unresolved shit ruin the good things in my life?!” I thought to myself. I cried and cried until my eyes hurt too much to open anymore and I fell asleep to the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

I finally woke up when I heard the sound of sniffling close by. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ethan. He was sitting next to me on my blanket, his head in his hands, crying. “Are you okay?” I whispered. He turned his head to look at me. His eyes were red and full of tears. “No. No I’m not okay. I thought I lost you. Watching you drive away killed me. I didn’t know where you went and I didn’t even know where to look. Then Grayson told me where you would be. Grayson knew. How sad is that? My brother knew where my girlfriend would be but I didn’t. You were right. I haven’t been listening. And I haven’t been paying attention. And you knew that for a long time but didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings. How fucked up is that? I’ve driven you away and I didn’t even notice. And you could have left me but you didn’t. But Emma came into the picture and I started acting like a kid with a new shiny toy. You know how I get when I’m around someone new. I have this innate need to show off and be someone I’m not. I don’t know why I do that! God damn it! I fucked up so bad that the love of my life would rather sleep in the sand under the pier than in bed with me.” Ethan choked out between sobs.

I pulled him down so he was laying beside me on the blanket. “Ethan I’m sorry I blew this out of proportion I just-” he cut me off with a finger to my lips. “No you didn’t. I know you weren’t actually mad about me being friends with Emma. That was just the last straw on top of all the other things I’ve done lately. And I’m sorry baby. I really am. I’ll be better. I promise.” He whispered. “So will I Ethan. We’ll get better together.” I said, placing my hand on his cheek. And when he kissed me, everything felt new again.

THE END

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100 Questions Tag

thank you for tagging me @kochiniseokjinnie it took me almost 84 years to do it but here it is!

the meaning behind my url: basically comes from the meme: "Jimin, you got no jams". and like all of us in kpop we have jams, that's why I chose

a picture of me: I already posted a photo but I can not find it (thanks tumblr) but I promise that maybe I'll post another photo

how many tattoos i have and what they are: I don’t have any but I want to have in the future.

last time i cried and why: I don’t remember when it was, but it must have been because I was sad or revolted by something.

piercings i have: I don’t have (I only have normal earrings)

favourite band: bts and more in kpop, and some others (I don’t have proper favorites because I hear a little of everything)

biggest turn offs: when someone doesn’t believe me, injustices, prejudice, when someone annoys me, whuen someone doesn’t like animals

top 5 (insert subject):  things that I look first at someone (physical things): 1- eyes, 2-lips, 3-hair, 4-neck, 5-hands

tattoos i want: I want to do the "fingerprint" of my dog's paw and I wanted to do another one but I still do not know what it will be

biggest turn ons: funny people, cute smiles, necks (i love necks sorry), crazy people,  when someone laughs or smiles at something I said 

age: 19

ideas of a perfect date: I'm not picky about this sort of thing, if it's got to be a simple thing I'm going to like it, the most important is the person I'm going to be with

life goal: just a happy life with someone that i love (family)

piercings i want: I wanted to do it in the ears

relationship status:  very single, and waiting for a miracle (I'm laughing and crying too)

favourite movie: all Disney movies!!!!

a fact about my life: in my first years of school I didn’t talk to anyone, people even thought I was mute, not with my friends, only with my family. And I don’t know the reason...

phobia: Spiders

middle name: Ferro

height: 1,55m (5′1)

are you a virgin: No, I'm Sagittarius ... Joke! Yes, I'm a virgin.

what’s your shoe size: 37/38 (24/25cm)

what’s your sexual orientation: straight

do you smoke, drink or take any drugs: I just drink (not much) when it's a party or something

someone you miss: maybe my grandfather (I feel I was not very close to him but I still miss him)

what’s one thing you regret: nothing i guess

first celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: to be honest? BTS !! I can not! they are gods!!!!!!!!

favourite ice cream: cream and caramel

one insecurity: my body

what my last text message says: don’t ask why but it was from my mother and she said: "light the red candle"

have you ever taken a picture naked: well .... I have pictures when I was a baby when I was showering *shook*

have you ever painted your room: yes, pink and white, right now it's all in white

have you ever kissed a member of the same sex: I think not

have you ever slept naked: no 

have you ever danced in front of your mirror: well, I think so

have you ever had a crush:  obviously

have you ever been dumped: I don’t remember but I think not

have you ever stole money from a friend: no

have you ever get in the car of someone you just met: I think sometimes, friends of friends, friends of my parents etc.

have you ever been in a fist fight: no

have you ever snuck out of your house: no

have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back: that’s my life!

have you ever been arrested: nope

have you ever made out with a stranger: I don’t

have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere: nope (I never did anything, jesus ... hahaha)

have you ever left your house without telling your parents: No, I always say I'm leaving.

have you ever had a crush on your neighbour: I just have a neighbor my age and I hate him .... I never talked to him but I hate him

have you ever ditched school to do something more fun: Yes, I have, and I confess that I still do, but rarely

have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex: Yes, with friends and cousins (sleepovers).

have you ever seen someone die: Never

have you ever been on a plane: no, but I wanted one day (I'd like to travel a lot)

have you ever kissed a picture: Me? of course not! ( Yes, I did....)

have you ever slept in until 3: probably already

have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now: yes I do!!

have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by: several times

have you ever made a snow angel: no.....:( I've never seen snow, it snows in my country but not where I live

have you ever played dress up: I think not (and I think I did not understand the question but it doesn’t matter)

have you ever cheated while playing a game: well...of course!! sorry not sorry ;)

have you ever been lonely: that’s my life sometimes

have you ever fallen asleep at work/school: It almost happened!

have you ever been to a club: yes, but I don’t like it very much

have you ever felt an earthquake: no, I only knew that an earthquake happened because my mother told me, because I have sleep so heavy that even the end of the world I will not feel

have you ever touched a snake: yes i do! and i love it!

have you ever ran a red light: no

have you ever been suspended from school: nope

have you ever had detention:  only the teacher put me outside the classroom because I don't want to respond to what she had asked

have you ever been in a car accident: I don’t think so, but I've already seen one that happened right in front of me

have you ever hated the way you look:  a lot of times, it's sad but true

have you ever witnessed a crime:  not that I remember

have you ever pole danced: No, but I admire who does it!

have you ever been lost:  sometimes... yes!!

have you ever been to the opposite side of the country: I already had, I was quite close to another country

have you ever felt like dying: no

have you ever cried yourself to sleep: yes

have you ever sang karaoke: i’m too shy :(

have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t: so many times

have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose: No, but I already spit yogurt from laughing

have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger: just sleep? yes! my parents, and my cousin

have you ever kissed in the rain: no :( I need this in my life.

have you ever sang in the shower: sing? no. dance? yes!

have you ever made out in a park: no (I need action in my life because I did not do anything!)

have you ever dreamt that you married someone: tha’s my life!!!!

have you ever glued your hand to something: yes, but nothing too serious

have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole: no, why should I do that?

have you ever gone to school partially naked: no! 

have you ever been a cheerleader: no i don’t,  in schools where I was,  We didn't have that

have you ever sat on a roof top: no

have you ever brush your teeth: yes, everyday

have you ever gotten too scared to watch scary movies alone: Yes, but I ended up seeing it.

have you ever played chicken: I really don’t understand some questions.

have you ever been pushed into a pool with your clothes on: no 

have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger: hot no, but beautiful and cute 

have you ever broken a bone: no 

have you ever been easily amused: yes!!

have you ever laughed so hard you cried: yes and I love when it happens

have you ever mooned/flashed someone: I went to see what it meant ... I hope I saw the right meaning! my answer is never

have you ever cheated on a test: yes, sorry but yes

have you ever forgotten someone’s name: My life is forgetting things.

have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real: I don’t think so but I would like to have this experience

give us one thing about you that no one knows: I already thought that I liked girls because I had never had a relationship with a boy, but I concluded that no, I'm just so shy to the point of not knowing how to act with boys (maybe I'm the female version of jungkook )

 :)) i’m tagging: @hopeworldsavedmylife @a-r-m-y-g-i-r-l @ham-tae @catarina-catycaty 

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[wreckedrecords]

Countdown (Treebros)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS SORRY IM LATE RIP but here you go my dude, happy secret santa @-clemb0t- !!!!!! Hope you like it!!!!! @dear-evan-hansen-secret-santa

Nineteen hours.

It was five am, the sun still far from touching the starry sky patched together by clouds. Evan was awake. Why was he awake? Because in approximately five hours, he would be meeting Connor for breakfast. Why was this so important? Because Evan had hardly seen him at all since they'd started college. Sure, they'd seen one another since they began, but it wasn't nearly as much as it used to be, and Evan struggled to keep contact what with his disdain for phone calls. He still made an effort to video chat, which for some reason felt less horrible, and sometimes their calls consisted of them just silently existing with each other's company, Evan doing his homework and Connor sketching away at his notebooks. The silence used to bother him, but as he grew closer to Connor, he realized that silence with him wasn't bad. It actually meant that Connor was comfortable, and so Evan grew used to it. So much so that now he didn't even think about how strange it would seem to someone else. Connor had refused to come home for the holidays, no desire to see his father, despite mending his relationship with his mother and Zoe, so Evan actually had yet to see him this winter.

So why was he up way too early?

Because Evan Hansen had the butterflies, and damn anyone who can sleep with a giddy feeling like that.

He was in the bathroom trying to fix his hair, sighing as the curls refused to shape themselves in any manner except bed head. The lights were bright, but he'd been up long enough now that they didn't irritate his eyes. With a disappointed groan, he shed his shirt and pajama pants, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror now. He started the shower, getting in and closing his eyes as he began to wash his hair.

It felt like an eternity ago, but Evan swore he could still smell the autumn air and feel the dry grass making his skin itch. His fingers twitched, the water running over them as the warmth reminded him of how it felt to hold hands with someone for the first time, the way it made him feel that first time Connor ever opened up to him fully and exposed his inner skeleton like it was something to be ashamed of. Evan didn't find it beautiful, but he didn't find it ugly. It was just a part of his friend. He'd told him so. They'd been up in a tree when it happened, and when he'd made Connor laugh with a remark about how without skeletons, no one would be able to move or grow, he'd felt something inside him burn. Something warm and fluttering and nauseating all at once. He'd been so captivated that he'd never even heard the branch crack.

Evan rubbed the suds from his face, sighing. He'd thought that the feeling would go away like it did with Zoe, but it didn't. It was definitely not going anywhere any time soon, and the thought made him dizzy. Evan was just a little, tiny, itsy bit in love. Just a teeny-weeny bit. Still, it was enough to give him some resolve. He swore he would tell Connor by New Year's, even if it killed him.

Fourteen hours.

Evan had been genuinely shocked by the massive hug he'd received from Connor upon being spotted waiting outside the cafe. Hugging was not very Connor.

"Damn, Hansen, it feels like it's been forever." Connor sighed, his nose brushing Evan's ear and his breath warm.

Error 404: page not found.

Evan Hansen has left the building.

911, I think my crush is trying to kill me.

"Hey, ground control to Major Tom, you in there?"

Evan realized he was just gaping, face hot and Connor holding him at arm's length with one brow raised. He snapped his mouth shut. "Oh- uh- Yeah! I missed you, too. Sorry, I wasn't, uh, epecting to get hugged?" He shrugged, giving a half smile.

Connor rolled his eyes. "What, I'm not allowed to be happy to see my friend?" He scoffed, sliding his hands casually into his pockets, the cold biting at their noses.

Evan quickly shook his head, eyes wide. "No! I mean- Yeah, you are- Allowed to be, that is-"

"Relax, Hansen. I'm kidding." Connor chuckled. His hair was longer, just by a little, and it shifted in the breeze as they both shuddered. "Come on, let's head in. I'm starving.”

Quickly, Evan nodded, looking down as they headed inside. Oh boy, this might end up being a little harder than he had been trying to convince himself it would be. He’d forgotten how Connor made him feel face to face. What was the word… Stupid? No… Dumbstruck. That was a good one.

Despite the nerves remaining, Evan gradually relaxed through breakfast, Connor getting him to laugh and smile in a way he hadn’t since Thanksgiving when they’d spent the day with Heidi. Now THAT had been fun. It made him smile to see the graphite smudges on the side of Connor’s hand, the only visible sign of his artistic side that made it into the public eye. Evan got French Toast, because he believed that no other breakfast could top it. None. He was practically religious about it. Connor got bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, and potatoes. He still had an outrageous appetite. As they ate, they talked, not really catching up but more just… picking up right where they’d left off. That was something Evan always liked about seeing Connor. It was like they’d never been apart. He sighed gently, feeling relaxed as he watched the way Connor’s lips moved when he talked, the way they’d quirk to the side when he was about to say something clever or inappropriate, how he licked the edge of his bottom lip where it had cracked some from being chapped.

“... when I ate an entire package of cigarettes and washed it down with detergent pods.”

Evan nearly spat out his orange juice, beginning to cough as he tried to cover his mouth while his nose burned. “Wh-what?!”

Connor was resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the table, his eyes half-lidded. “You were zoning out.” He said cooly, eyes trained on Evan’s as he felt his face warm up.

“Oh, sorry.” He huffed, looking down with a furrowed brow. “I guess I was. Not that you were boring, I was just- thinking.”

“... Are you doing okay? You’ve sort of had a dopey expression all morning like you’re totally somewhere else.” There was a moment of silence, and Connor didn’t rush him, didn’t sound or look frustrated in the least, so Evan tried to take a deep breath.

“I’ve just got something, um. On my mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another deep breath.

Do it, Hansen.

He could practically hear Jared’s voice in his head telling him not to be a pussy.

You can do it. Just breathe.

“Connor, you’re my best friend-”

“More to drink?” The voice came from their waitress, who now stood over them, Connor looking up casually but Evan nearly bending the fork in his hand.

“Sure, thanks. Just water, though.” Connor shrugged, and the woman took his glass. He looked back to Evan, who was now staring hard at his lap and trying not to choke on his own spit. Connor furrowed his brows. “Evan?”

“I’m good!” His voice cracked some, and he cleared it, noticing how it made his companion smile a little. He coughed. “I just. Choked on my orange juice.”

“What were you gonna say?”

Shit. Crap crap crap. Abort mission.

“Just that. Nothing else! I’ve just been thinking about the day I broke my arm is all.” He cleared his throat again, glancing up then looking back down. “About how lucky I am to have you.”

Connor was quiet for a moment, a bit surprised judging by the look on his face, but he hummed quietly and sat back. “Jesus, Hansen. Don’t turn to mush on me yet.” He huffed, and Evan offered a weak smile.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it. Have you decided if you’re going to Zoe’s party tonight?”

The mention of The Thing Evan had been ignoring all week made him sigh and shift uncomfortably in his seat as he picked at the last few bites of his breakfast. “I don’t know… You know I don’t like stuff like that.”

“Yeah, but you promised her you’d show up. So did I.”

“Your parents are gonna be gone?” Evan looked up, raising a brow.

Connor nodded. “Yeah. If you want, we can go, make an appearance, and then leave or lock ourselves in my room like we usually do.”

Privacy on New Year’s Eve.

“... I… Yeah, alright, but only because it’s Zoe.” Evan murmured.

They were brought their check, and Evan tried not to read into the way their fingers brushed when they both reached for it, or the way Connor smirked when he snagged it while Evan was in shock.

Seven hours.

After their late breakfast, they walked around downtown, window shopping and exploring all the after-Christmas sales going on. They walked hrough the park, weaving in and out of stores, making quiet jokes and snickering at things that caused others to stare. It was hard to mind at all when they were together. They ended up sitting on a bench with teas in hand, warming their chilled fingers and the company sending warmth through Evan’s entire body. They were shoulder to shoulder, watching the gray sky as it started to clear up some, close, but distant at the same time. It was Connor that spoke first, as it normally was.

“... You ready to talk about it yet?”

“Huh?” Evan’s ease faded away again.

“Are you ready to talk about what’s on your mind yet? I know you were only telling me half of it earlier. I know you too well for you to get away with that stuff. Plus, you’re a really shitty liar, Evan.” The long-haired young man breathed a quiet, relaxed sigh, his breath turning into fog and his hair hanging in his face.

Evan shrugged. It wasn’t worth lying about. At least not to Connor. “... Well… I was trying to tell you something kind of important? You know it’s hard for me. Especially when I’m put on the spot.” He huffed, playing with the tag of his tea that hung outside the cup.

Connor waited.

Evan tried to untangle his thoughts and catch all the butterflies in his stomach. Tried not to think about the way Connor looked with his rosy cheeks and nose, his slightly wavy hair, his narrow jaw and high cheekbones-

“Connor, I-”

“Evan?” This time, the voice didn’t come from a waitress, but from none other than Jared fucking Kleinman. Evan paled. This couldn’t be happening. He was so close. So close to admitting his long time crush.

“The world hates me.” He whispered, covering his face and groaning with enough distress that Connor actually looked worried.

“Woah, Evan, chill. I thought you sort of liked Kleinman.”

“Eat shit, Murphy. Evan loves me more than you. You don’t get special privaleges for being his boyfriend.” Jared walked toward them, shopping bags on each arm and a donut in one hand. “What’s up? I didn’t expect to see you out and about.”

Evan took a deep breath and sighed. Calm down. He didn’t mean to interrupt your confession. It’s totally cool. “We went out to brunch. I thought you flew back to school already.”

“Nah. I’m here until Thursday. Hey, congrats on accepting your homosexuality, though. Brunch, a nice way to tell the world you like men.” He shrugged. Evan sighed a little, deflating, and Jared raised his donut-weilding hand. “Just kidding. I promise. Too far?”

“Everything out of your mouth is too far, Kleinman.”

Jared mocked him, looking them over. “Gay jokes aside, you two going to your place later?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I’ve been looking for someone to go shopping with to kill time until then.”

The world definitely, most certainly hated Evan Hansen.

Five hours.

They left for the party early by Zoe’s request, the poor girl out of her mind trying to decorate. Connor insisted most people would end up drinking and not care about decorations, Jared agreed that he would be one of those people, and Evan was just happy to have something to do. He was running out of resolution, so he decided to tell Zoe. That way someone would be able to hold him to it and he would end up telling Connor out of sheer fear of Zoe’s meddling. He tried to convince himself this was a good idea.

He was holding the chair Zoe stood on, the girl putting up sparkling ribbons and rainbow streamers. He cleared his throat. “Um. Zoe? Can I talk to you about something?”

She had her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on sticking the pin into the wall. “You can talk to me about anything, Evan. You know that.” She grunted as she stuck it into the wall, huffing softly while taking in the decorations. Jared and Connor were setting up food in the kitchen, and Evan shrugged a little shyly.

“Okay, sure, but… This is about Connor…”

“Oh, we’re finally having this talk?” She asked plainly, to which Evan blinked.

“... Sorry?”

“The talk where you tell me you’re super in love with my brother.” She shrugged, smiling at him like this was old news.

Evan sighed, sitting in the chair as she stepped off of it. “It’s that obvious?”

Zoe’s smile softened, and she nudged him over until they were both half on the chair, half off. “Yeah. It’s pretty bad.”

“Um. So would it be a good thing then to say that uh. I might tell him? Tonight?”

At that, her interest spiked immensely. “Tonight?!” She grinned widely, enough to nearly blind Evan with the brightness of her expression. “That’d be so great, Evan! I can’t believe you’re actually going to tell him!”

He stiffened as her voice rose, to the point that he covered her mouth with one hand. “Zoe!”

She pushed it away. “Don’t shush me. This is exciting!” She whisper-yelled, making Evan smile some. Her excitement was contageous.

“I’m… I’m going to try. No promises, okay?”

“I’ll help!”

“God, no offense, but uh- please don’t.”

Two hours.

The party was just beginning to get started, but already Evan felt sick and out of place. Music was playing, young adults dancing and talking and laughing loudly, and the air was thick with so many bodies around them. He felt claustrophobic. He was clutching a glass of water, and Connor was standing beside him looking concerned.

“... Ev, we should go outside.” He said just over the music, and Evan didn’t speak, only nodding his head. He grabbed his coat, tugging it on without a word and making a beeline for the door, Connor right behind him. He felt the young man place a warm, reassuring hand on his back, making his heart thump faster as Connor guided him toward the bench swing in the back of the Murphy’s yard. There were twinkle lights strung up over it and in the tree it hung from, and the sight made Evan’s romantic side want to curl up and cry with delight. It was so cheesy, and he was pretty sure Zoe saw a chance and took it. He sat down, Connor beside him, few others out in the cold night air. Evan wrapped his arms around himself and took a deep breath. “... Better?”

He nodded, to which Connor grunted quietly, sitting down beside him and draping an arm over the back of the swing. “Thanks.”

“Any time.” Connor shrugged.

Evan chewed on his lip for a moment, then closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. “Hey… Listen…” He began, mouth dry.

Connor looked down, giving Evan his undivided attention. “Yeah?”

Evan nearly choked on his tongue, but looked foward. “I’ve been trying to tell you something all day.”

“Mhm.”

He looked in Connor’s direction, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet his gaze, staring down shyly. “We’re close, right? Best friends?”

“Of course we are, Ev.”

“Nothing could really ruin that, right?” He tried, and Connor shook his head calmly.

“Of course not, dude.”

“Right… So like… Say I told you something really important, you wouldn’t freak out, right?”

“Never.” It was reassuring that Connor could tell he was serious and was avoiding making jokes about it. It made this easier.

Evan looked down at his hands, knuckles red and a little stiff from the chill, gripping his jacket tightly and pulsing his grip to calm himself down. He tried to remember how to breathe. The music from the house was muffled and almost pleasant from this far, and when he looked up finally, Connor’s eyes were on him and they were so accepting and warm that Evan wanted to fall right into them and never come out again. They felt like home. Oh God. They were leaning in. “I… I want to tell you…”

“Yeah?” Closer.

“Connor, I’m-”

The sound of loud laughter nearby startled both of them, the pairleaning apart, creating distance as they looked up in surprise to see some drunk kids laughing on the lawn nearby. Connor sighed with evident irritation. “... Assholes…” He muttered. “Do you want to just go watch a movie in my room? We won’t be able to hear the music much in there.”

Evan silently admited defeat, just nodding and looking away.

Five minutes.

It was almost here. The new year had almost arrived. The two were sitting on Connor’s bed, watching a movie on the television in his room. Well, a movie played while Evan tenderly flipped through Connor’s sketchbooks and Connor sketched Evan doing so. The books were filled with pictures of strangers, of birds and trees and coffee shops and classrooms. Evan’s favorites were the ones of things that weren’t real, like the tree monster that lurked in a forest, or the ones that didn’t make sense at all but he somehow understood the feelings line for line.

“... Can you tell me now?”

Evan stopped, eyes freezing on a picture of him from that day at the orchard. He felt his chest getting tight and head light, body warm. He loved that day. Loved it more than life itself. “... I can try?” He offered, and Connor set down his sketchbook, nodding and waiting patiently. “... Um. So can we start back with me talking about the day I broke my arm?”

“Sure.”

“Well… That’s when it started? This, I mean, What I’m trying to talk about.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gently setting aside the small stack of sketchbooks. “That day, when you took my hand, and when I looked up and you were there… It was the first time anyone had ever really been there for me in my life.” He murmured. To Connor, this was a story he’d heard before, but it was different. Deeper, now. He stayed silent, only nodding softly to show he was listening. “It was really important to me, but… For more than one, uh, reason. I- I think I might- well, I sort of know that-”

His eyes widened as the voices from downstairs joined together, chanting loudly.

“Ten!”

“Wait- I promised myself I’d tell you before-”

“Nine!”

“Evan, calm down.”

“Eight!”

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a really long time!-”

“Seven!”

“-ever since that day, you haven’t just been my best friend-”

“Six!”

“-I’ve wanted more, I want to be something-”

“Five!”

“-something together, with you, I-”

“Four!”

“I-”

“Ev, breathe.”

“Three!”

“I’ve been trying to tell you all day that I-”

“Two!”

“-for years, I’ve been-”

“One!”

“-kind of really in love with you!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The cheers from downstairs sounded far away, like Evan was underwater, floating, his head light and lungs running out of air, skin cool but insides hot. Connor’s cold, slender hands were holding his face, and their lips were touching. They were kissing. Connor was kissing him, lightly but there was certainly no mistaking the action. Everyone was shouting, Evan’s heart beating in his ears, his face warm, lips tingling. It felt different than he’d imagined. Connor’s lips were softer than they looked. They were gentler, and so was he, more than Evan had anticipated.

When the cheers died down, Connor pulled away, leaving Evan stunned into silence. “I like you too, you idiot.” He huffed. “Was that so hard?”

Evan practically whimpered. “It was horrible.”

#tree bros #deh #dear evan hansen #fanfic #deh fanfic #tree bros fanfic #tree bros fic #secret santa #ss

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Resource Management, pt6

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If I could make one recommendation to Director Fury about SHIELD it would be to never release employee mortality rates to potential recruits. I didn’t envy him the pile of condolence letters he would be writing. It was bad enough just deactivating the personnel files of the deceased. I saw my name in at least half the files I was working on, which meant I had interacted with each of those victims of the attack on some personal level; I’d either processed their intake paperwork, given them their orientation, or assisted them to navigate through the mysterious coding system for SHIELD paperwork. Each time I recognized a name, my heart tightened.

I was only about a quarter of the way through the first task when I had to take a break. The casualty list was organized numerically by employee ID number. I never knew who was going to come up until I keyed the number into the computer. I was on a roll and picking up speed as the task became more familiar. It sounds like a horrible thing to say, but when you have 300 files to process, you begin to count keystrokes. It took thirteen keystrokes to deactivate a file. And that was only the first part of the process. I still had benefits and insurance to process after each victim was deactivated. So I was focusing on the task at hand, and trying to keep my emotions in check. But when Kate’s name flashed onto the screen, I dropped my coffee cup on the laptop and started crying.

Skye either heard the coffee cup clunk to the floor, or more likely, saw the laptop suddenly drop from the network as my coffee destroyed it. Regardless, she found me, sobbing into my hands. Her small arms wrapped around my back and she nestled into the arm of my chair, stroking my hair and shushing me.

“I can take it from here, Skye,” Phil spoke from behind us, and Skye slipped away. Phil took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Follow me.”

I let Phil lead me back to his office. He sat me down on the couch and poured me a very generous tumbler of whiskey.

“I can ask Fury to farm this work out to another HR branch, Anna.” Phil sat beside me, and rubbed my back. I took one of those deep gasping breaths, trying to regain control. He handed me a handkerchief. It was so out of place, I forgot for a moment that I was upset, and just stared at it. And then in my mind I saw Kate’s face smiling at me from her personnel file, and was flooded with memories of our week at the academy and couldn’t breathe for the tears and sorrow.

I wiped at my tears ineffectively. Phil pulled me into his arms, and continued rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry,” I managed, between gulps of air. I was beginning to feel like I could fight the tears, fight the sobs that were wracking my body. I fought to steady my breathing. It was to be an on-going battle, I would breathe normally for a moment, then those galloping gasps would hit me again.

“Who?” He didn’t say anything else, but I knew what he was asking.

“Kate.”

“Your partner in crime from last week? Christ, I’m sorry, Anna.” He looked down at me, and brushed a tear away with his thumb. I found the tumbler in my hand and took a long pull from the glass, savouring the burn as it coiled down to my belly. I mostly felt numb, but the liquor was a welcome reminder that I was, at least, still alive. I tossed back the rest of the glass, and slammed it onto the coffee table.

“Who did this?” I asked. “Was it HYDRA?”

“At this point, that is our belief,” He nodded. I looked around for tissue and realized I was going actually have to use the hanky to blow my nose. I stuffed it in my pocket and felt a cold rage descend over me. I stood up, smoothed my shirt, and pulled my hair over my shoulder.

“I think I wrecked that laptop. Is there another one I can use?” I asked. I still sounded tearful, like I might start crying again without notice, but I knew I was ready to get back at my duties.

“Anna, I can talk to Fury about someone a little more distant from this taking this task over,” Phil offered. I looked him dead in the eye.

“No. I knew these people. I worked with them. I may not be in operations, and I may not be able to stop HYDRA, but I can data-process the fuck out of their files so their families don’t have to suffer any more than they already are going to.” I squared my shoulders and managed a weak smile. Phil nodded.

“You’re a warrior, Anna. Just a different brand than me.” He stepped in and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m soft, and weak,” I sniffled, disagreeing.

“No. You’re capable, and intelligent. And you are strong. Did you have any idea how well you tested last week? On the range and the track, you showed the most improvement. You might not be an agent, Anna, but you could have been, had SHIELD steered you that way when you were hired.” Phil held my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. I broke away, my eyes filling with tears.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shrugged. “I’m going to find Skye, and get back to work.”

I walked out of Phil’s office and back down to the lounge. Skye had the laptop open and was mopping up the coffee before she attempted to repair the damage I’d done. At least, that’s what it looked like. She heard my approach and looked up at me, giving me a kind smile. Her eyes shone with empathy, and as I felt mine beginning to fill again, I looked away and swallowed the lump in the throat.

“I killed it, right?” I asked.

“I think so,” she nodded toward the pile of damp towels on the floor beside her. “Gives you an excuse to farm this out to someone else.”

“I can’t. A lot of those casualties are my staff. I owe it to their families to get their paperwork in order as soon as I can. Survivor benefits can make a huge difference in those first few months.” I dropped my butt onto the coffee table.

“I’ll grab you another laptop then, and get you connected to the network.” She hopped up without another word and disappeared momentarily, reappearing with another laptop that she opened and started fiddling with. She handed it over to me, and I moved to the table I’d been working at and logged in, bringing Kate’s file back up on the screen. I worked through it quickly, and noted her next-of-kin was a grandmother. I keyed the address into my phone, making a note in my calendar to send a card. I slogged through to the halfway point before I needed to get up and stretch. Skye had been working on something sprawled out on the couch and she popped to her feet and headed to the galley. She came back carrying sandwiches for both of us, and fresh coffee.

“Just finish it before you go back to work, okay?” She teased. I felt myself blushing and smiled despite it.

“I promise I won’t destroy any more computers.” I held up three fingers, like a Girl Guide. The sandwich was amazing. It was some sort of ham and cheese but it was incredible. I wanted to make happy eating noises, it was that good.

“How’s the sandwich?” She asked, as she started her second half. She looked up and saw mine was completely gone and started laughing. “That good?”

“I think I need a cigarette,” I groaned. “That was a damn sexy sandwich.”

“You should tell Simmons, she made them. And Fitz, actually. It’s his favourite. Let me see if I can remember. Prosciutto and Buffalo Mozza with some sort of aioli.” She closed one eye and scrunched up her face, her open eye looking up, as though she were actually trying to extract information from her brain.

“Pesto. I’m sure it’s pesto,” I offered.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, and took another bite of her sandwich. “Listen, you said that those personnel files need to be completed as soon as possible for benefits. Can I help you? I’m a pretty quick study on a computer,” she winked. I sat back and drank my coffee, a bit blindsided by the offer.

“You don’t have something better to do?” I asked.

“Not right now,” she shook her head.

“I think I would really appreciate the help, Skye. Thanks.” I finished by coffee and took my dishes back to the galley.

The afternoon sped by, as they always do when there is too much to do, and Skye wasn’t just being a smart-ass when she said she was a quick study. I expected her to be quick on the uptake with regards to the computer skills required to deactivate personnel files, but the stepping-stones through the process required a bit of a flowchart approach. She picked that up quickly as well, and was a huge help. We finished the last of the files late in the evening, opting to skip dinner to get gone.

“Thanks again, Skye.”

“I’m glad I could help, Anna.” She stepped behind me and rubbed at the knot in my neck. “This would have been brutal for you to manage on your own, while you’re grieving for team members.”

“Just one thing.” I relaxed against her hands. “I can’t let anyone know you helped. Your security clearance isn’t high enough.”

“I know.”

“So I owe you something fantastic,” I smiled.

“Just treat A.C. good, okay?” She asked. I laughed and looked at her with a smirk.

“Well, that benefits me as well, Skye. Of course,” I winked. She dropped her hands from my neck and gave me a light swat on the shoulder.

“Gross, Anna!” She protested. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Director Fury is asking to speak with you.” Ward leaned out of the command centre while I ate my very-late dinner. I brought my plate with me.

“Ellis, you did a lot of work today.” Fury’s eyebrow was quirked. I swallowed my mouthful and put my plate down on the furthest surface I could find from anything electronic.

“I’m efficient,” I offered.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe you deactivated and processed benefits and insurance for over 300 people today?” He asked.

“I finished everyone marked deceased on the casualty lists. You should have pending approval notifications for each file. I will start on the injured tomorrow,” I clarified. “And any updates to the casualty lists, of course.”

“How did you get through that many files, Ellis?” He demanded.

“Skye got me set up with a blazing fast network speed, and I spent my entire day doing it. I stopped for 45 minutes to eat lunch,” I lied. Fury blinked slowly, but said nothing. I knew he was going to continue to say nothing because it was a classic interrogation technique. Wait until the guilty party blurts out the truth. Wasn’t going to happen.

“I would like to see a complete restructure of Human Resources once we are back online, Ellis. Starting with your promotion to director of the department,” he finally spoke.

“I’ll give it some thought,” I responded.

“I know you are not an agent, Ellis, but this is an order. It’s not optional.” Fury was more tense than usual. Understandably. I nodded.

“Fine, but I want my thoughts considered on this restructuring,” I bargained.

“That’s why I want you in the position, Ellis,” he barked. “I spent the better part of today securing office space for your department. There will be significantly less space, which means a smaller department. Agent Coulson will be bringing you in day after tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.” I think every person who ever interacted with Fury knew better than to argue once a certain tone entered his voice. He’d hit that point. I turned to retrieve my dinner and leave the command centre.

“One last thing, Ellis,” Fury stopped me. “Tony Stark was asking for an update on you. I assured him you are fine, but as I am sure you are aware, Mr. Stark doesn’t always see eye to eye with me. I suspect he is probably trying to track your whereabouts.”

“Why does he care?” I asked, to no one in particular.

“Regardless, Ellis, being on that airborne mobile command is compromising Agent Coulson’s cover.”

“With all due respect, sir, it’s a fucking miracle that Stark hasn’t already hacked our computers and seen Agent Coulson’s personnel file is still active,” I retorted.

“Ward, May, can you give Agent Coulson, Ellis and I a moment?” Fury asked. The two senior agents slipped from the command centre. Coulson stepped beside me after sliding the partition shut.

“Sir?” He asked.

“I am willing to overlook whatever it is you two are up to. For now. SHIELD protocols exist for a reason. If you flaunt your relationship, or it compromises security in any way, I will separate you. Permanently,” Fury began. I looked down at the console and back up again, waiting for him to continue.

“Sir, I’ve already given up one life for SHIELD. I’m not about to be told how to live this second one.” Phil’s voice was steady, but I could see a slight tremor in his hand. He was angry.

“Then make sure you don’t need to be told,” Fury snapped. “Ellis, what the hell is the story with Stark? Why the hell was he even in the building?”

“He was in a harassment seminar during the attack. He called the suit, and flew me to safety before he went back in to see who else he could save,” I explained.

“He’ll be in your new office at 0900 on Thursday morning. Coulson, you are not to walk her to the door.” He reached forward and the picture cut out, ending the transmission. I looked at Phil and smiled.

“I had a sandwich today that may have been better than sex,” I teased. One corner of his mouth tilted up.

“It wasn’t.” There was no change to his tone, but his eyes lit up, taking on a mercenary look.

“No? It was pretty amazing. It had pesto aioli.” I held up my hands, imitating a scale. He leaned close, his lips at my ear.

“I have nothing to prove,” he whispered, enunciating each word clearly. I leaned toward his ear, sliding my hands under his lapels.

“Pesto aioli,” I whispered back. I stepped back, winked at him and slapped his ass on my way out of the command centre. I stopped part way through the door, leaned back and grabbed my dinner. I’d forgotten that the command centre was walled in with clear glass, and when I looked up, Skye was biting her knuckles to stop herself from laughing.

“What the hell did you just say?” She was staring into the command centre. I turned and saw Phil glaring at me. We’d been on the plane together for over 24 hours and had barely had a moment alone. I was pretty sure he was as frustrated as I was. I’d spent most of the afternoon avoiding him, rather than fighting my need to drag him up to his bed every time I saw him.

“He’s jealous about the sandwich.” I blew him a kiss and sat down to finish my dinner.

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfic with OFC #Phil Coulson x OFC

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random tag!

I was tagged by @calithildes! Thanks! <3

1. who are you named after?

I was named after the actor Sidney Poitier! He was in this movie that my mom and dad liked called ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’; it’s about this Caucasian girl who brings her African-American fiancé (Sidney Poitier) over for dinner. Their relationship in the movie was similar to my mom and dad’s, since my dad is African-American and my mom is half Caucasian, half Japanese. Anyways, Sidney Poitier has the same birthday as my mom, and has a daughter named Sydney, so they decided to name me that. But my mom wanted a 5-letter name, so she changed it to Sydni. Also, my middle name is 愛 (Ai), which means ‘Love’ in Japanese!

sorry that was a long explanation let’s move on

2. last time you cried?

I honestly don’t remember but it was either from two things: from laughing waaaaaaay too much with my friends over something stupid one of us said or from thinking/watching/reading about something related to FMA. 

Actually, now that I think about it, it was probably from watching ‘Twinsters’. It’s a great documentary about these two girls who look the same and found out about the other over that internet and they start talking and they do a DNA test to see if they’re related and OH GOD IT’S SO EMOTIONAL OK?!

3. do you like your handwriting?

For the most part, no. It’ll go from print to cursive just in one word, so most of the time you can’t even read what it says. >.<

4. what is your favorite lunch meat?

Probably ham or salami, but that’s because that’s the only lunch meat they have in normal supermarkets that is actually sliced. i miss baloney... T-T

5. do you have kids?

Umm, no. I’m always kinda hanging out with little kids, since my mom is a Preschool teacher, but yeah I would loooooove one or two or three in the future.

6. do you use sarcasm?

yep, all the freaking time.

7. do you still have your tonsils?

yep. i was looking forward to getting them removed tho, cause then I could eat all the ice cream i want and not be judged for it.

8. would you bungee jump?

HELL NO omg this and skydiving too, I mean you could promise me $10 billion dollars if I do it, and I would say ‘NOPE’. but i mean if you promised me that i could meet josh and tyler from tøp, then I might reconsider

9. what is your favorite kind of cereal?

I love any kind of super unhealthy cereal like Cinnamon Toast Crunch lol. But, again, normal supermarkets in Japan only have Frosted Flakes, so that’s what I always eat.

10. do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Unless it’s actually impossible to take it off without untying the laces, I will continue to murder my heel by stepping on it until the shoe comes of.

11. do you think you’re strong?

Physically, sort of. I mean I can give piggy back rides to my skinney friends without trouble, but that’s about it lol. Emotionally, I’d like to think so, but I also cry in my bed once a week just thinking about FMA sooooooooo

12. what is your favorite ice cream?

Either Chocolate Chip cookie dough or Cookie n’ Cream. yum

13. what is the first thing you notice about someone?

Probably the clothes that they’re wearing or their face.

14. football or baseball?

Hmm, I guess baseball??? When I went back to America last summer, we saw a Yankees game and that was awesome but football is pretty cool too.

15. what is the least favorite thing about yourself?

my inability to speak my mind

16. what color pants are you wearing right now.

brown lol (it’s pajamas, ok?)

17. favorite smell?

Vanilla, cinnamon, and this ‘Strawberry Sparkles’ shimmer mist from B&BW

18. who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My mom, but tbh I never call anyone I just text.

19. favorite sport to watch on tv?

Figure skating (i wonder why)

20. hair color?

Dark brown, which is boring af

21. Eye color?

Also dark brown, which is also boring af

22. favorite food to eat?

Sushi! Omg especially salmon cheese mmmmmm it’s sooooooooo good. I probably eat sushi with friends or family at least once a week.

23. scary or funny movies?

Probably funny movies but I also reallllly love scary movies. Well, actually, here’s the thing about me, I LOVE gorey movies. Anything with zombies and brains and guts in it is amazing. But as soon as a possessed child or a creepy doll shows up, I have nightmares for a week, so yeah I hate those kinds of movies

24. last movie you watched?

‘The Intern’!! It was such a good movie! I really loved it! The comedy in it was the kind that I love so yeah it was great!

25. what color shirt are you wearing?

light pink 

26. favorite holiday?

Thanksgiving!! It was really nice back in America cause everyone would bring a dish to the family house (ours was always my mom’s broccoli casserole yum) and we’d eat and afterwards the adults would talk about who knows what while the kids went out and played and yeah I miss it. TT-TT But this last Thanksgiving was pretty cool since my brother and I got to invite some friends over and eat with them! <3

27. wine or beer?

Neither. Honestly, I don’t see what’s so good about alcohol in the first place and why everyone wants to drink it. I think it’s pretty easy to have a good time without alcohol but what do I know? I’m only 15 and I’ve never had alcohol before >.< but I guess as long as you’re of age and you’re not hurting others or yourself, it’s fine with me lol

Thanks again for tagging me!

i tag:

@smol-gryffindor, @natieland, @avatarmerida, @doyouevenhavetoask, @halfbakedbagel, @ohmytheon and whoever else wants to do this!!

#random tag #don't feel like you have to do it!! #idk what else to put in this...