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Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 18

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Summary: Bela gets in the way yet again while they are working on a case.

W.C: 7627

Warnings: Sexual content and violence.

[A/N] boy do I have a surprise for you!

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“So, how did things go with Mr. Warren?” Bela asked coolly as she shoved her way inside, not even caring to allow Dean to invite her in. She had a packed folder full of what looked like papers tucked under her arm. When nobody answered her question, she grinned and stopped just short of where Carlos was sitting. “That well, huh?” She mused. Dean shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. Bela grated on every single one of his nerves, and pushed all of his buttons – she annoyed the crap out of him. “If you say I told you so, I swear to God I'll start swingin’.” He growled under his breath.

“I think we all should have a heart-to-heart.” She began.

“That's assuming that you have a heart.” Dean retorted back. Bela pouted her lips together and set the folder on the wooden table. Her demeanour seemed quite apologetic, but then again, they couldn't trust Bela. She's fucked them over more than once in the past.

“Dean, please... I'm sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing gifts.” Bela said. Cheryl raised her brows and tucked her phone into her hoodie pocket. Her promise of a gift piqued all of their interest, but they didn't know if they could trust her. Sam marked the page of the book he was reading and set it down. “Such as?” He asked.

“I've IDed the ship,” Bela smirked. Carlos cocked a disbelieving brow, “Really?”

“Yes,” Bela looked Carlos up and down as if she were checking him out or sizing him up before opening the folder. “It's the Espírito Santo, a merchant sailing vessel, with quite a colourful history. In 1859, a sailor was accused of treason. He was tried aboard ship in a kangaroo court and hanged. He was 37.”

“Which would explain the 37-year cycle.” Sam breathed as he dawned on the realization.

“Aren't you a sharp tack?” Bela cooed. She flipped through the file before plucking out a printed photo. “Here's a photo of him.”

Sam inspected the photo as she handed it to him before his eyes widened in surprise and he showed Carlos the picture. “That's the guy we saw last night,” Sam said.

“You saw him?” Bela asked. Carlos nodded and glanced up at her, only staring at her blankly. He thought it was quite funny that she outsmarted Sam and Dean on multiple occasions, but he couldn't let that on. “Yup,” Carlos replied nonchalantly. “Except he was missing a hand.” He added.

“His right hand?”

“How did you know?”

“The sailor's body was cremated, but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory,” Bela explained with a deep sigh. Dean grinned and let out a tiny chuckle at the thought of his joke. He had it locked and loaded, but when Cheryl sent him a raised brow, he decided not to say it. It was like she somehow knew it was a distasteful sex joke. “Right, so, uh, hand of glory? That sounds pretty dirty.” Dean opted to say instead.

When nobody laughed at his joke, he deflated. Sam's lips thinned and his brows knitted together, “Dean, the right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's very powerful.” He deadpanned.

“So they say,” Bela said coolly. Cheryl raised her brows and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. “Which officially counts as remains. So we find it, burn it, and we're done.” Cheryl added.

“Yeah, but it doesn't explain how the ghost is choosing his victims.” Sam sighed.

“I'll tell you why. Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing.” Bela hissed. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Bela intently, trying to figure out why she'd bring this information to them. It certainly didn't benefit her, but maybe they should trust her. “Why are you helping us?” Dean questioned.

“Because I know exactly where the hand is.”

“Where?”

“At the Sea Pines Museum. It's a macabre bit of maritime history. But I need help.”

“What kind of help?” Carlos asked suspiciously.

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Shopping, Cheryl loved to shop. So, when she had to go find a fancy dress and matching heels, she was over the moon with excitement. She settled on a simple black satin dress that puffed out at the waist and stopped just shy of the knees. It had spaghetti strap sleeves, but they were so thin that it might as well be a strapless dress. For shoes, she got simple black kitten heels that had a little tule bow at the counter. She felt effortlessly beautiful, and she looked forward to surprising Dean with her outfit. He was her date to it, after all, Carlos was going with Bela, and Sam was going with Gert. Now that she thought of it, this was her and Dean's official first date. Technically, anyway.

Cheryl smoothed out the skirt of her dress before tucking her small clutch into her side. They were waiting on Dean now, Bela was in a floor-length dress and had on a necklace with obnoxiously large gemstones, and Carlos was in his own tux – because he owned one, funnily enough. Bela sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, “What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there... with his date.” She called out to Dean. His voice echoed from the top of the stairs, there was a hint of insecurity in his tone. “So not okay with this!” He yelled. Carlos snorted before saying: “What are you, a woman? Come down already!”

Dean groaned loudly, and finally, he descended the stairs sporting a tux that made Cheryl swoon. She sucked in a breath as her eyes settled on his form. Cheryl noticed that his bowtie was lopsided, but she found it cute. When nobody said anything, Dean outspread his arms and glanced down at the floor. He hadn't even noticed what Cheryl was wearing yet. “All right, get it out – I look ridiculous.”

“Not exactly the word I'd use.” Bela hummed as she pushed a chair into the table. Dean's brows furrowed in confusion and he pouted his lips together. “What?” He asked. Cheryl opened her mouth to speak, to compliment him, but Bela spoke before her.

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” She grinned.

Cheryl's face fell and her stomach tied into a knot. She didn't blame Bela for saying that, she and Dean weren't public with their relationship yet – but she couldn't help but feel insecure. Dean, having finally noticed Cheryl, swallowed hard and frowned. She looked too beautiful to be upset, she had even curled her hair – and he knew that took a lot of time because she always said that it did. “I'd rather not, let's go,” Dean said quickly before marching towards the front door. Cheryl followed suit, then Carlos and Bela.

Thankfully, Bela rode with Carlos in his truck – it allowed them to get to know each other since this was the first time that they had met. But, that didn't stop Cheryl from being silent on the way over to the museum. Her entire body was turned away from Dean. Her knees were pressed together and the skirt of her dress fell neatly over her thighs. She looked sort of like a princess.

Dean shot her a quick look and his lips thinned, he knew she was upset, it was wafting off of her – and it wasn't hard to guess why. “Don't pay attention to what Bela says, she doesn't mean it.” He said in an attempt to soothe her obvious worries.

“I'm sure she did,” Cheryl sighed deeply, “I'm just getting into my head, don't worry about me.” She whispered.

“Cher, I want you. Not Bela, not any other chick. You.” Dean started. Cheryl went silent and she pursed her lips together, she squeezed her clutch tight. She really wanted to believe him, she did believe him. “I'm scared that you're going to get tired of waiting to have sex with me. And it's not that I don't want to do it – I'm just… scared to. What if I can't please you?”

“That may be the craziest thing you've ever said, Cher.” He snorted.

“Dean,” She pleaded. She was being serious – she was terrified that she wouldn't be able to please him or make him feel good.

Dean frowned and gripped the steering wheel tight, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Simply being with a beauty like her would make him feel good. “Babe, it isn't just a one-way street… I want to make you feel good too, I am going to make you feel good. You don't gotta worry about pleasing me, because just being with you pleases me. No matter how long it takes, I'm gonna be here, and I'm gonna stay even if it's bad – and I doubt it will be.” He told her. Cheryl was looking at him now, he could feel her eyes pressing deep into his soul – searching for honesty. “Really?” She exhaled finally.

“Yeah! I mean, like, look at you. You're gorgeous, you look gorgeous right now. I'd be crazy not to wait – I'd be especially crazy to not wanna make you feel good.” Dean exclaimed. Cheryl's lips parted before they spread up into a wide smile, and her heart soared with relief. All previous worries she had about being intimate with him were gone, she now knew that he was here to stay. Here to be her boyfriend – not a hookup. She scooted a little closer to him, and he took the cue to hold her hand. “Well… I'm ready then.” Cheryl whispered.

His brows shot up, “Are you sure? It's only been a few days since our talk…”

Cheryl nodded, “Si, I am sure. I… trust you. I trust that you will make me feel safe, I want to do it with you. I don't want to be held back by what my Father did to me anymore, I want to be free.” Dean rolled into a parking spot in front of the busy museum and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He leaned into her, and his lips ghosted over hers. “Thanks for trusting me,” he whispered, “I'll always make sure you feel safe, always.” He said before he gently pressed his lips to hers.

Cheryl smiled against his lips and let her eyes fall shut, he was so understanding – so kind and careful with her, she wondered if he was like that with his past girlfriends. Reluctantly, she pulled back from him but still had her forehead against his. “We should go,” she whispered, “before they get suspicious.”

“Just one more…” Dean pleaded softly, nudging her nose with his. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberries – presumably because of the lip balm she bought at the store the other day. Her breath was minty fresh, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't care. Cheryl nodded slowly, “Okay,” She agreed. Tentatively, their lips met once again. This kiss was more heated than the last, a little sloppy and some tongue here and there. Cheryl only now realized that she had broken one of her first date rules; she was making out with Dean in the Impala before their date even started.

Now they walked in through the open doors, arm in arm. They could get off with simple stuff like this, maybe even hand-holding – tonight they were posing as husband and wife. Carlos had gotten Cheryl a fake wedding ring from a pawn shop, and the ring that Dean wore all of the time would work just fine. Cheryl leaned into Dean to whisper to him: “We're supposed to be husband and wife, Mr And Mrs Rosen. So act as such.”

Dean grinned wide. “Don't you think we're moving a bit fast?” He said teasingly.

“Shut up,” Cheryl laughed. She glanced around the room full of rich people in fancy gowns and tuxedos, she felt quite out of place. Even when she was married to Carlos and had to attend real events like this, she felt out of place, like some poor outsider who didn't know which fork was meant for the salad.

Dean nudged her side to grab her attention before pointing to a far corner of the room where Sam was dancing with Gert. “Would you look at that? Sam, a boy toy.” He mused. Cheryl couldn't help but laugh, Dean was effortlessly charming and funny. It was one of the many things she appreciated about him. “Dean,” she began to scold playfully, “focus, he's only doing his job. Let's go find the hand.”

“Alright, alright.” He sighed.

They perused around the museum, moseying around all of the people and waiters and waitresses with trays of drinks and food. There were men dressed in full black suits stationed at every door, and there were two of them posted at each bannister of the stairs. Dean sighed and his lips thinned in annoyance, “I don't think we're going to be able to waltz upstairs.” He whispered to Cheryl. She nodded slowly and glanced around for any way around the men, but when there were none, she groaned. “Oh, cariño, I feel faint.” She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and her eyes fluttered shut. Dean's eyes widened and he quickly grasped her arms as if preparing for her to fall. “What? Faint?” He asked quietly. Cheryl nodded and pouted her lips together before falling into Dean, he thankfully caught her.

Dean, who suddenly became aware of her plan, flagged a guard over. “My wife, she's not feelin’ too hot – is there anywhere she can lay down for a bit?” He asked hopefully. The guard took one glance at Cheryl, noticing her pale complexion and her sullen face before he nodded. “Follow me.” He ordered, and he led Dean (who was carrying Cheryl) up the stairs.

The guard thankfully didn't stick around, he left them alone to allow Cheryl to get better. “Bela said that the hand is in room two-hundred thirty-five, and it's in a locked glass case with an alarm,” Cheryl said as she kicked off her heels. Despite them being kitten heels, they were still quite uncomfortable. Any sort of high heel was uncomfortable. Dean noticed this, and quickly offered to go get the hand himself: “I've got it covered if you just wanna wait here for me.”

“Really? Oh, gracias, cariño. You're such a sweet man.” She doted. Dean flushed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. For some reason when her accent got all heavy and she called him a Spanish pet name, he got all blushy like some schoolboy. “Uh, no problem, babe. Just wait here, I'll be back.”

And so, Cheryl was now waiting for Dean to come back with the hand. While waiting, she decided to sprawl up on the sofa and look through the photos on her phone. She usually didn't take pictures, a few of them were quite old, except for the recent ones of her and Dean. One of them in bed together, her lips pressed to his cheek and Dean grinning ear to ear. Another one showed them simply smiling in the Impala for the picture, and the last one was just of Dean marvelling at a large ice cream sundae he ordered. Again, she never really took photos, but she made the mental note to start taking more. If they couldn't find a way to save Dean, she wanted to remember his face, smile, and eyes. She'd hate it if she forgot his eyes, so green and comforting. So beautiful.

Ojos de angel.

Angel eyes.

Cheryl pinched the sheer fabric of her pantyhose and rubbed it between her thumb and pointer finger. Thinking about him dying made her heartache and her knees weak. The kind of fate that those who made deals faced was unfair and torturous.

Her phone pinged in her hand, it was a text from Carlos that read: Did you find the hand yet? Cheryl sighed and began to carefully type out her response on the keypad. When it came to speaking and reading English, she was a pro now, but writing – she was still quite bad at it. Yes, Dean is grabbing it.

OK, Carlos sent back. Finally, the door cracked open and Dean snuck back inside with the decayed hand wrapped in a handkerchief. Cheryl hopped off of the sofa and fisted her skirt out of nervous habit. “Good… you got it. We can put it in my purse.” She offered.

“Yeah, thanks.” He murmured. Cheryl nodded and snatched her clutch off of the small coffee table and tossed it to Dean. Once it was tucked away, Cheryl picked up her heels off of the ground and padded her way towards him.

“Let's go then, I'd like to get out of here.” She sighed as she reluctantly put her heels back on. Dean passed her clutch back to her and offered her his arm, which she gratefully accepted. “You know what I could use right now?” Cheryl hummed.

“What?” Dean asked.

“A nice hot bubble bath… in a tub deep enough that the water covers my knees and boobs.” She replied. Dean grinned at the thought of her wanting something so simple. A bubble bath, it was a little cute. “A bubble bath, huh? I'll keep that in mind…”

“If you find a hotel with a tub big enough, maybe we can bathe together.” She suggested shyly. Dean only paid attention to her as they descended the stairs arm in arm, he did not care about the rich people mingling around them. “A bath together… that sounds hot.” He commented.

“I was thinking romantic.” Cheryl smiled.

Cheryl glanced through the crowd of people for a restroom, she wanted to freshen up and adjust her pantyhose. They were chafing – it was making her go insane. Finally, she spotted the women's restroom and exhaled a sigh of relief. “I'm gonna pop into the washroom really fast, meet you at the Impala?” She glanced up at Dean just as he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek. Cheryl flushed and Dean nodded, “Okay.” He said hoarsely.

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Cheryl set her purse on the counter and turned on the tap, wetting her hands before squirting some soap onto them and lathering it. She was very precise with how she washed her hands, her Mom taught her how to do it properly and passed on her fear of getting sick. In her head, she sang the happy birthday song twice.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear Cheryl, happy birthday to you.

She used her name when she sang this song while washing her hands, it's what her Mom taught her to do. The bathroom door swung open and heels clicked against the floor. “Oh, Cheryl, how are things?” Bela asked coolly once she noticed her. Her eyes flickered down to Cheryl's clutch on the counter before they focused back on her. Cheryl smiled out of nothing but politeness, “Good, we're heading out now. Carlos told you we got the hand?” Cheryl asked.

“Yes, yes he did…” She sauntered over to the second sink next to Cheryl and began to touch up her makeup in the mirror. “He's quite the character, Carlos. Quite handsome too.”

“Oh, believe me, I know.” Cheryl snorted. She rinsed the soap off of her hands and flicked the excess water into the sink before turning to get some paper towels.

“So, you and Dean, huh?” Bela smirked. Cheryl flushed almost immediately and spun around to face her. She wondered what might have given it away – what made her think that. “What?” Cheryl breathed.

“You're together, are you not?”

“Um… no, what gives you the idea?”

“Just seems like it. My mistake.” Bela smiled. She patted her lips with the pad of her finger before leaning back. “Well, I ought to be going. See you around, Cheryl.”

“Yeah… see you around, Bela.”

After Cheryl was finished in the washroom, she rushed outside to the Impala. The air was frigid, it left goosebumps on her skin and made her fingers numb despite the short walk. Thankfully, Dean already had the heat blasting for her and the Impala was toasty warm. Cheryl let out a content sigh and her eyes fluttered shut, “Oh, it's so warm.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I knew you'd be cold.”

“You're such a good boyfriend.”

“Only the best for you, babe.”

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Sam and Carlos were already in the room when they got back. As soon as Cheryl was able, she kicked off her shoes and let out a deep sigh. Sam quickly sprang up from his spot on the sofa, “You have the hand?” He asked hopefully. Cheryl nodded and tossed her clutch at him, which he caught thankfully just as Dean shut and locked the front door. “It's in there,” Cheryl said as she fluffed up her hair. She inspected her reflection in the mirror for a moment and continued to mess with her hair. She didn't care about how it looked now, they were done for the night. They didn't have to go anywhere else.

“Um, Cheryl, it's not here.” Sam wavered. Her eyes widened briefly and she spun around to face him, it was there – she watched Dean put it in there. “What!? Sure it is!” She exclaimed. Cheryl rushed forward and snatched the bag from Sam's grasp, and sure enough, it was empty. She gasped and rocked back onto her heels, “Dean put it in here – I watched him!” She shouted.

“Well, it didn't just grow legs and walk away!” Carlos huffed out. Cheryl threw the purse down onto the floor and threaded her fingers through her hair. He was right – it didn't just disappear. The three men began to ask her a series of questions, what she did, who was there, et cetera. And then, she realized. “Bela,” Cheryl hissed through clenched teeth, “she was in the bathroom with me – she must have swiped it! God, I'm such an idiot!”

“Cher, don't say that – she's a conniving con artist bitch.” Dean quickly said.

“Yeah, this isn't the first time she's gotten one over us – we'll find another way.” Sam comforted. It wasn't Cheryl's fault, they wanted to make sure that she knew that. Bela was a con artist, she didn't care about the people she hurt or killed. She only cared about herself and money. Carlos patted her back, “It's okay, Cherry.” He murmured. This time, Carlos wasn't able to make her feel better. She still felt stupid.

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Cheryl hadn't bothered to change out of her dress and pantyhose, she only laid on top of the unmade bed curled up into a small ball. She was utterly humiliated, and she didn't think she was a good hunter. Cheryl glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was right around the time when Dean would sneak into her room. Midnight. As if right on cue, the door creaked open and Dean slipped through the small crack before closing it again.

When his eyes landed on her, he raised a questioning brow. “You haven't changed yet?” He asked quietly. Cheryl shook her head and reluctantly pushed herself up to a sitting position. “No,” she whispered, “too lazy, I guess.” She added. He went silent and only nodded, standing at the foot of the bed like a confused child. He was hesitating – hesitating to ask something – hesitant to climb into bed with her.

“Do you… want help?” Dean finally asked her.

“Help with what?”

“Changing.”

“Oh…” Cheryl flushed and looked at her bags full of clothes on the armchair in the corner. Neatly folded on the top of the bag was a fresh sweatshirt, pyjama pants and underwear. She swallowed before slowly nodding, she wanted Dean to help her. The idea made her heart pitter-patter and her stomach tie into a knot. “Si, por favor.” Cheryl whispered as she slid off of the bed.

Cheryl stood with her back to him, facing the wall and waiting for his next move. When Dean's fingers gently grasped the zipper in the middle of her back and dragged it down, she sighed. Dean was just as nervous as she was but for different reasons. He worried that he was going to make her uncomfortable – make her feel unsafe. He'd never want to put her in a situation like that. He dragged his gaze down to her strapless bra as the dress fell to the floor discarded. Dean now had her in her underwear – the woman of his dreams, literally. But he didn't intend to make a move on her, not when she was so upset. So vulnerable. He wouldn't take advantage of her like that. Dean curled his fingers under the hem of her tights and dragged them down to about her knees before he let her kick them off herself.

Cheryl smirked faintly and tucked a fluffy strand of hair behind her ear. “I can't sleep in a bra, Dean…” She whispered tauntingly. Yet again, he asked: “Are you sure?” Which made her sigh, she appreciated him asking all of the time, but sometimes she wished he would just do things like the regular Dean Winchester would. Without missing another beat, Cheryl turned to be face-to-face with him and reached back to unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Stop asking me that. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable.” She hummed as she snuck her fingers under his shirt to toy with the hem of his sweatpants. Dean swallowed hard and his pupils dilated as soon as they landed on Cheryl's breasts – full, beautiful, begging for him to grope and touch them. They were big – so they sagged a bit, nothing unusual, but fuck, just looking at them made him hard.

Dean's lips crashed into hers, and he felt up every inch of her bare body presented to him. Her back, her waist, her boobs, her thighs, it all. He groaned against her lips when she pressed herself right against his hardened cock, and Cheryl grinned. “Already?” She whispered before he attacked her again with breathless and needy kisses.

“It's just – fuck – it's just what you do to me, baby. Fuckin’ look at you, you're gorgeous.” Dean said huskily.

“So are you…”

“I'm not the one with great tits here.”

“Take off your shirt then, let's put that to the test.” She purred against the skin of his mouth. Dean pulled back from her and yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Cheryl smirked, “Pants too.”

“Yes ma'am.” Dean breathed as he tugged his pants down and kicked them away. He'd waited for this moment for so long – looked forward to it – hoped for it, and it was about to happen.

Their mouths were on one another within seconds, their hands on each other's bodies. It was just the two of them, appreciating each other, caring for each other, adoring each other. Dean caressed her cheek and gently swiped her hair off of her shoulder so he could pepper kisses along her sensitive neck. Cheryl sighed pleasantly and he relished in it, he couldn't wait to hear what her moans sounded like – were they anything like his dreams?

“Do you have a condom?” Cheryl breathed, her breath hot against his ear. Dean grinned into her neck and nodded slowly, he always had condoms – that was a silly question. “Yeah, in my room.” He replied huskily.

“Go get them, I'll be waiting here for you.”

“Oh… will you?” He smirked and groped her ass cheeks. Cheryl giggled softly and pressed a chasting kiss to his lips. “Hurry up. Don't keep me waiting.” She said. As if Dean would ever make her wait for him.

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Cheryl fell back against the plush pillows and her hair fanned out across them. Dean gently traced his hands down her stomach before hooking his fingers under the band of her cotton panties and dragged them down her thighs and tossed them away. She was now in all her glory before him – beautiful and waiting for him to touch her. Dean let out a heavy breath and his eyes zeroed in on her wet cunt. “Fuck, babe…” He groaned as he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. Cheryl cupped his cheek once he was face to face with her and traced his lips with her thumb. She was a little nervous – but it was a good kind of nervous. The kind that had butterflies and the clenching of the heart.

She spread her legs wide and urged him closer to her by hooking a leg around his waist. “We have to be quiet, can you be quiet?” Cheryl whispered against his lips.

“Can you?”

“Depends how good you are.” She smirked. Dean also grinned and teasingly traced her inner thigh, slowly inching up closer to where she needed him most. Finally, he cupped her pussy and dragged his fingers through her folds and over her clit. Cheryl sucked in a sharp breath and her brows furrowed at the wonderful feeling. Her reaction only made his stupid grin widen, “So wet, for me?” He asked as he gently pecked her lips. She nodded fervently and moaned softly when he swiped over her clit again. Oh, that sound. The sound of her moaning for him, God, he wanted to listen to that sound all of the time.

Dean continued to toy with her, watching intently as Cheryl writhed in pleasure underneath him. Just watching her like this had him rock hard – his dick was straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs – begging to be touched, begging to be inside of her. Cheryl let out a whine and tossed her head back, “Stop teasing me and just fuck me!” She said, exasperated. Her plea was a little too loud, it had them stop for a moment and listen for any signs of Carlos or Sam being awake. Thankfully, a loud snore sounded from the next room over and they both sighed in relief.

Once it was safe, Dean smirked. “Needy,” he says as he kisses her, “but, if you want me to fuck you, then I guess I have to.”

“Por favor…” Cheryl begged. He knew what por favor meant, she was saying please.

Please, please, please. Chanting it like a prayer. He wanted her to say his name like that – over and over. And soon, she was. She was saying his name like that, chanting it over and over. Like a prayer.

“Dean,” Cheryl gasped. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust into her, slow and deep. Dean wanted to enjoy this, he didn't want it to be fast – he didn't want it to be forgettable. He didn't want to treat her like some slut, he wanted to show her he cared. Dean let out a tiny moan when her walls throbbed around him, he had been trying to be quiet, but it was just so hard. To stifle his moans and hers, he smashed his lips into hers and increased the pace of his thrusts. Cheryl breathed him in, she wanted to feel him, feel all of Dean. Not just the physicalities, but him.

His heart, his soul, his love. She wanted to feel him. Two hearts beating a thousand miles per hour, yet somehow they were in unison. His, hers, his, hers. Dean's, Cheryl's, Dean's, Cheryl's.

Cheryl lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and the bedframe creaked with fervour. They were nearing the end, she knew, she could feel it. Dean was growing sloppy, becoming more vocal and his hands fisted the sheets. Thankfully, he was wearing a condom so they didn't have to worry about a baby, they could enjoy their time together. She crossed her legs over the small of his back and moaned against his lips. “Come, I want you to come.” She panted. Cheryl's brows knitted together and she squeezed her eyes shut as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep within her. God, it felt good. He felt good. “Come for me, cariño…”

And so he did, but not without making sure she did first.

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Now, they both lay in bed all sweaty with nothing but the sheets covering them. They were much too hot for the blankets. Cheryl had her head on Dean's chest, she was listening to the beat of his heart and tracing little shapes on his skin with her fingertip. They were silent for a long while, only trying to catch their breaths. Cheryl snuck a glance at the clock, it was just a little past one in the morning.

Dean was warm, she liked that. “I had fun, did you?” Cheryl asked finally.

“Yeah – I mean, hell yeah,” Dean said quickly. He rubbed her shoulder back and forth and smiled faintly. He did like it, his dreams couldn't even compare to the real thing. It was amazing. “Did you, uh, feel safe?” He asked.

“Yes, I did. Thank you.”

“Don't thank me, jus’ doing my job as a good boyfriend.” He chuckled softly.

“I guess so, I still appreciate it,” Cheryl whispered. Dean nodded slowly and began to thread his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it. “Can't wait to do that a-fucking-gain. You're awesome in bed.”

“I barely did anything… you should wait until I finally blow you, I get nothing but compliments.” She snorted.

“Well damn, babe. You got me all excited now.” He grinned and waggled his brows.

Cheryl rolled her eyes playfully and smacked his chest, “We're not going again tonight, I'm tired.”

“Okay, okay, tomorrow?”

“Maybe if you're on your best behaviour, now I'm gonna go pee before I fall asleep. I don't want a UTI.” Cheryl sighed as she reluctantly climbed out of bed. She plucked Dean's discarded shirt off of the ground and pulled it over her head. He caught a glimpse of her tattoos before – but he wasn't focusing on them. He saw the faded and blown-out red axe on her hip, and the small lilies on the side of her ribs. Dean didn't think to look for the tattoo she said was under her breasts. “Stealing my shirt, huh?” He grinned.

“Isn't that what a girlfriend is supposed to do?”

“Yeah, guess so. You gonna steal my boxers too?”

“Can I?”

“Go for it, girls are hot in a guy's boxers.”

Cheryl smiled and put on his boxers before jumping into bed to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Am I hot in your boxers?” She asked in a breathy whisper. Dean nodded fervently and set both of his hands on her ass, he liked how it felt. “Yeah – hell yeah, fuckin’ sexy.”

“Mmm, good…” She kissed him again before slinking away. “I'll be back, just gonna piss and wash my face.”

“Don't keep me waiting.” Dean winked.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Cheryl smiled.

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Dean inspected a ship in a bottle carefully, he angled it around and closed one of his eyes so he could peek inside it. He always wondered how they got the ships inside of the bottles. Cheryl was to his left, Carlos to his right, and they were both talking about the pattern of the ghost; he killed those who had spilled their families' blood. Now that they knew who the ghost went after, they could confirm their safety. None of them had murdered their family members, and they could say that with confidence.

Frantic knocking began to sound at the door, and it soon turned into pounding when they didn't answer fast enough. Carlos groaned and pushed himself up from his spot, “I'm comin’, I'm comin’,” Carlos huffed as he opened the door. When it was none other than a panicked-looking Bela on the other side of the door, he was quite tempted to slam it in her face. She raised her hands pleadingly, “Please! Just let me explain!” She begged.

Now, Dean circled Bela like a hawk ready to kill at any sudden movement. Bela sat in one of the chairs drawn to the middle of the room, her hands in her lap. “I sold it. I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed.” She said. Dean clenched his jaw as he made it behind her back, and he discreetly made a shooting motion with his two fingers above her head. She fucked them over and made Cheryl feel stupid. As far as he knew, she was no better than dead.

Sam cocked a brow and folded his arms over his chest, “So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was…?”

“I needed a cover,” she shrugged, “you were convenient.”

Sam sighed, “Look, you sold it to a buyer. Just go buy it back.” He also wanted nothing to do with her, he had the same feelings about her as Dean. Bela's lips thinned, “It's halfway across the ocean, I can't get it back in time.”

“In time for what?” Cheryl finally asked. Bela hung her head and closed her eyes as she sighed deeply. Now this was straight-up karma. “I saw the ship.” She confessed. Dean's brows shot up and he scoffed, “You what?” He began to chuckle and slowly shook his head, “Wow, you know, I – I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch, but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower-”

“What are you talking about?” She interrupted.

“We figured out the spirit's motive,” Cheryl began smugly with her arms crossed, and Sam raised a photo of a period-dressed man for Bela to see, “this is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy.” She said.

“So?” Bela scoffed.

“So they were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target – people who've spilled their own family’s blood. See first there was Sheila who killed her cousin in the car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their Father for the inheritance. And now you.” Cheryl shrugged. Bela paled and her jaw went slack, so that's why the spirit chose her. “Oh my God…” She breathed. Dean smirked and began to circle her again, taunting her. “So who was it, Bela? Hmm? Who'd you kill? Was it Daddy? Your little sis, maybe?”

“It's none of your business.” She spat.

“No? Right. Well, have a nice life – you know, whatever’s left of it,” he slapped her on the back and made his way to the door, he plucked his jacket off of a hook, “let’s go, guy's.” He huffed.

Dean also took Cheryl's coat off the second hook and handed it to her, just as Bela jumped to her feet with wide eyes. “What?! You can't just leave!” She exclaimed.

“Watch us,” Dean growled.

“Please,” Bela begged, “I need your help.”

“We don't owe you shit, why should we?” Dean asked with a scoff. Bela didn't reply, she only hung her head and fiddled with her fingers nervously. He was right, they didn't owe her anything, but she still needed help.

Carlos’ lips thinned into a straight line, he felt bad for her, pity, almost. “You do realize you sold the one thing that could save your life?” He asked.

“I'm aware.” She replied sadly.

“Well,” Sam sighed and he looked at both Cheryl and Dean before continuing, “maybe not the only thing…”

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The moon rose high in the sky, full and reflecting a light luminous glow. The five of them surrounded a grave where they had five tall candles lit and flickering with two small bowls in the centre. Cheryl had drawn a pentacle with white chalk around the setup, and put some herbs into one of the bowls while Sam poured some thick red liquid into the second bowl.

Bela huddled into her jacket and silently cursed herself for not wearing a warmer jacket. Dean was leaning against a bigger gravestone, a Glock in hand. She shivered and glanced at Carlos then Dean. “Do you really think this is gonna work?” She asked.

“Almost definitely not.” Dean sighed. Thunder crashed and it quite quickly began to pour, the wind whistled painfully and cut through their clothes. Cheryl gasped and shivered, she hated the cold, and she hated it even more when her hair got wet when she wasn't washing it. Dean stood up straight and glanced around, clutching the gun tight in his hand. “Sammy! You better start reading!”

And so he did. “Aziel, Castiel, Lamisniel, Rabam.” Sam called upon them before continuing to chant in Latin. Carlos knew Latin among many other things, he and Sam had made sure this ritual was the real deal before they used it. Carlos and Sam were both the smart ones. The rain somehow grew heavier and thunder boomed. Cheryl gasped as a familiar heavy feeling in her heart and ringing in her ears set in. Before the phantom even made itself known, she knew where it was and that it was here. “Dean! Behind you!” She screamed over the pouring rain. Dean's eyes widened and he whipped around just as their ghost boy dressed in pirates clad materialized. So her ability to sense ghosts really did work.

But before he could do anything, the ghost had whipped him back by some unforeseeable force and knocked him into a far tomb. The phantom persisted, however, he wafted over to Bela and placed one of his cold dead hands on her face. Bela began to cough up water – a lot – and she fell to her knees, clutching at her throat desperate for air. Carlos grunted and glanced back at Sam, his curly locks now sopping wet. “Read faster!” He yelled before he sprinted over to kneel next to Bela. He set either of his hands on her arms, helping her through her heaves.

Thankfully, the rain was starting to die down and Bela wasn't coughing as much – but the spirit was still here. A loud creak like an old door opening sounded and the pirate's eyes narrowed. He slowly turned, only to be face-to-face with his brother. The one who hanged him, who betrayed him. His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw, “You hanged me!” He boomed.

“I'm sorry.” That was all his brother said.

“Your own brother.”

“I'm so sorry!” The ghost grit his teeth before charging his brother with a primal yell. As the two collided, a giant splash of water engulfed the two of them before they disappeared.

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Dean and Sam were packing up the last of their things in the main room quietly. Dean made sure to hide the box of condoms he bought this morning by putting a t-shirt over it. Now that he and Cheryl were having sex (great sex, by the way), they had to be safe – they didn't want a baby, after all. A baby right now may be the worst thing that could happen. He knew she wouldn't get an abortion being Catholic and all, unfortunately.

The front door swept open and in strolled a much better looking and well-rested Bela. She grinned, “You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in.”

“Anyone just did. Did you come to say goodbye or thank you?” Sam asked.

“I've come to settle affairs.” She said before tossing them each a stack of money and then one each for Cheryl and Carlos. “Ten thousand, that should cover it. I don't like being in anyone's debt.”

“So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you?” Dean asked. Bela smiled faintly and Dean scoffed before shaking his head. “You're so damaged.”

“Takes one to know one. Goodbye, lads.” Bela hummed as she turned to leave them.

Sam sighed and focused his attention on the stack of money she gave each of them. “You have to admit, she has style.” He said.

“I suppose,” Dean replied.

“Hey, where are Cheryl and Carlos anyway?”

“Dunno, said they'd be back soon though.”

Cheryl passed the blunt back to Carlos and exhaled slowly. “So, Alejandro wants us to come to New York? He say why?” She asked.

“Said he's super busy with surgeries and needs help getting rid of a ghost in his new house, nothing serious,” Carlos answered before taking a drag. Getting high was one of their favourite things to do together – plus, they weren't sure if Sam and Dean were cool with it. Cheryl nodded slowly and bit her lip hard, he was her best friend – her partner in crime – literally. She couldn't resist not telling him about her and Dean any longer.

“Dean and I are dating… we have been for two weeks now…” She whispered. Carlos’ eyes widened and he coughed on the smoke that he inhaled – so bad that he began to turn red. Cheryl gasped and smacked his back a few times, hoping it'd help. “It's not that shocking! You're so dramatic!”

“Uh, yeah it is. You managed to keep a secret from me for two weeks?”

“Yeah… I'm surprised too.” She trailed off. Carlos narrowed his eyes and swiped his tongue across his lips as he stared at her. She had a boyfriend – and he hated the guy, but if she was happy, he was happy for her. “So… what have you guys done?” He asked.

“Well… normal couple stuff, I guess? I don't know what you're asking.”

“Have y'all fucked?” He deadpanned.

“That's none of your business!” She hissed.

“Oh! So you have! My, my, Cherry, look at you!” Carlos teased. Then, he got an idea. A wonderful idea.

“Why don't Sam and I go up to New York? And you and your boyfriend have alone time?” He waggled his brows and grinned.

“You'd do that for us?”

“I'd do that for you, not him. But, yeah.”

“Carlos… gracias…”

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Arrogance - Frederick Chilton Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Arrogance

Pairing: Frederick Chilton X Reader

Word Count: 1,225 words

Warning(s): mentions of attack/violence

Summary: (Season 1) (Y/n) had always found Chilton arrogant at best. The two of them had a tense relationship as soon as they started working together. However, an emergency situation shows that there's more to their relationship than either one of them wanted to acknowledge.

Author's Note: Look me in the eye and tell me an enemies to lovers trope doesn't work perfectly for Chilton's character.

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I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard my office door open.

I looked up at Chilton as he walked in. That same arrogant smirk resting on his face. I raised an eyebrow.

"Hello," he said.

"What now," I asked.

He put his hand on his chest, acting like he was offended by my blunt tone. I motioned for him to keep talking.

"I wanted to offer support for your new patient," he walked over to stand right in front of my desk.

"I've had one session, I don't need support," I replied, flipping through the pages in the file.

"Well, we both know that you can get overwhelmed-"

"You mean that one time I was attacked," I asked, looking at him. "Not quite the same, Chilton."

"I am merely offering help."

"You are 'merely offering' to tie your name to a case that you think will make you famous," I corrected. His goals are very obvious.

The two of us had been kind of stuck working together. I learned a long time ago how much Chilton cared about his appearance in the public eye. We had butted heads on multiple occasions. He had tried to steamroll my professional opinions and I didn't let that happen. Advice and genuine curiosity were one thing. What Chilton did was something completely different.

"I don't think it's fair to jump to such conclusions," he said. "Let me look over a few notes. I can give you some kind of guide in how to handle-"

"Just go. I know what you're doing. I've appreciated your... ambitions in the past, but this is ridiculous. Now go."

He held up his hands before walking out.

If I had another job lined up, I would leave. But there were too many people here that needed my help. They needed treatment and as long as I was here, I could make sure they got it.

If that meant dealing with Chilton, so be it.

--time skip--

I wasn't quite sure why I had gone to the hospital at all.

I just didn't spend much time questioning it.

I knew how much Chilton annoyed me, but I couldn't help being worried after Alana called me. Someone mentions that your colleague was almost butchered by a killer, you tend to push the feelings aside.

I was on the couch in the hospital room when I heard Chilton grumble.

"Hey," I said, standing up and walking over. "How're you feeling?"

He blinked at me a few times, "Oddly lighter."

"That's probably the missing organs," I explained. He nodded.

"When did the hospital call you," he asked.

"They didn't," I furrowed my eyebrows. "Alana did when they found you."

"Oh."

"Why would the hospital be the one calling me?"

"You're first on my speed dial," he said it like it was a given.

"Since when?"

"After your attack, I changed it," he replied. "Just in case something happened to me."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Nice. I'm gonna grab a nurse."

"Wait," he grabbed my wrist. I glared at him. He let go immediately. "Why show up just because Alana called?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you were hurt?"

"You hate me."

"I hate your attitude," I corrected. "We work together, and you were almost killed."

"Or... you like me."

"You wish," I rolled my eyes and started walking out again.

"Aw, you like me," he pretended to gush.

"No, I don't," I sarcastically smiled as I left to grab a nurse.

--time skip--

That was the last time I go to the hospital because Alana called. After the nurse and a doctor came to visit, they determined that Chilton would need to be on bed rest for a while and should have assistance.

I was the only one that Chilton could even think to call. The price a man paid for only caring about where his work could get him.

I let Chilton stay on the pull-out sofa bed that I originally thought was a great investment, even though I rarely used it.

"I should get a bell," Chilton had suggested on the first day as I brought him some water and some pain meds.

"Choking hazard," I replied simply.

"What," he asked. "I'm not a toddler, I won't try to eat it."

"I know," I said. "I will end up stuffing it down your throat though."

He just nodded before taking a swig of water.

I started working from home for a while. Alana took over my patients that needed the most help. She was a hero, honestly.

It was a few days into Chilton's vacation on my couch that he seemed to get bored of me working.

"Come sit with me," he said.

"Working."

"You've been working since four this morning-"

"It was five-"

"Four- forty-five at the latest. Now, come on. Watch a movie with me or something. I'm going mad sitting here alone and you deserve the break."

I rolled my head before saving what I had been working on and closing my computer.

I walked over and plopped onto the crappy mattress next to him, "Happy now?"

"Very," he grinned. "It's important to keep your patients happy."

"None of them have made me consider strangulation ethical," I muttered.

"Ouch, that hurts," Chilton acted offended. "I know your patients."

"That was my point," I offered a condescending smile before focusing on whatever movie was on.

We fell into silence.

"Why'd you help me," he asked after a little while. I looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed. "You despise me. Why help me?"

I looked straight forward again as I shrugged, "I saw someone who needed help, so I helped him."

"But I've given you a hundred reasons to not help me-"

"My feelings toward you don't determine if I'm going to help in an emergency situation," I cut him off, turning to him again. "You were attacked and hurt. Everything else went out the window after that."

"Oh," he nodded.

We both fell silent for a moment. I grinned awkwardly, going to turn back toward the TV.

Chilton stopped me by cupping the side of my face and pulling me in to press my lips to his. I pulled away almost immediately. I only moved away a few inches before leaning to kiss him again. One of my hands lightly touched the side of his neck.

I never expected to kiss Chilton at all. Never mind kissing him on my damn couch after an encounter with a killer.

I slowly leaned back.

The two of us sat in silence for a moment, just watching each other.

"You like me," he teased, just like he had when he first woke up in the hospital.

I rolled my eyes and lightly hit his chest as I moved away. He chuckled, grabbing my arm and pulling me over. My head rested on his shoulder as I intertwined our hands.

"I... I really like you," he added after a moment. "That sounded absolutely ridiculous... I love you. I have for a while."

My heart felt like it stopped.

I moved my head so I could look at him, "I love you too."

He smiled at me. I moved to lean on his shoulder again.

"Now stop getting kidnapped by serial killers."

He chuckled again and kissed my head, "I'll do my best."

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Author's Note: Y'all get the joke at the end?

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londonalozzy · 3 years

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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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angryjojofrog · 2 years

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Bugsnax: 🎥💔🏳️‍🌈💢

"You. Are. A. Lifesaver buddy!" - Copyright Filbo Fiddlepie

Thanks Roka, now I won't be so bored ;)

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

I do! One of them is where you meet Floofty for the first time. You, the Journalist who has zero clue what even is Snaktooth Island, meets an even more confusing and rather rude grumpus. But honestly they're kind of charming trying to convince you to give them a Strabby. And then Floofty just runs away in their silly manner, paws behind their back. I've tried catching up to them multiple times, hilarious how they just go through the player and slam the door in front of you

Another ones are any scenes with Snorpy and Chandlo really, mostly Snorpy tho. I heavily relate to his personality, so watching him stomping his feet in excitement or from being nervous, telling the player his plans is extremely entertaining. Oh and Chandlo is straight up goals. As Roka once said: "He's the peak of masculinity and we both gotta get to his level"

Oh and meme scenes as well, can't forget 'bout "THAT'S WHY YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU!". Still cracks me up

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

There are barely any characters that I dislike. Every character is unique in their own way and that's enough for me to love them. Not to say that my fav characters can change after time(fun fact I used to absolutely despise Floofty... can you believe that?). I do think we could've gotten more lore on Lizbert and Eggabell, it's hard for me to relate to them. Except for Eggabell maybe

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

OMG OMG OMG THIS ONE'S GONNA BE SO FUN!! I'll start with my favorites

Floofty: Autistic lesbian (their special interest are robots, but they don't talk about it very often). They listen to heavy music on occasion, which they enjoy. Horror movies fan, tho complains about some parts not being realistic (Reanimator is on their favorites list for sure)

Snorpy: Lemon Demon enjoyer, autistic, oversized sweaters and color green are everything to him (you can guess why😏), gets pretty muscular after Snaktooth, but you can't really see it, so he surprises people with his strength

Filbo: Adhd, agender and doesn't mind he/him prns and masculine terms as long as you're being respectful ;), also gay gay gay in love with the Journalist gay gay gay

The Journalist: Agender (they/them or no pronouns, name instead of pronouns), queer and constantly stressed. Stays good friends with most of grumps from the expedition

Triffany: Pansexual, autistic, absolutely loves dinosaurs! Another hc of mine, more as a joke is that she likes the band Sabaton. Y'know, 'cus their songs are about historical events

Chandlo: Bi and adhd swag haver

Cromdo: Bisexual (denied it for some time lmao), Oingo Boingo liker, has a son but can't see him often bc of well, divorce

Shelda: Demigirl (she/her and one/oneself), autistic, good friends with Cromdo after the events of Snaktooth

Wambus: Bisexual (preference for men), trans man but only his wife knows, carves figurines of bugsnax and grumpuses out of wood in his free time. Chewed at rocks as a kid (he still might be doing this till this day, who knows)

Wiggle: Pan, still together with Gramble (he's unlabeled)

Beffica, Eggabell, Lizbert and Clumby: Lesbians❤🧡🤍💖💜

💢 what do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

I both hate and love how little attention this game has gained. It has a lot of potential, the fandom is pretty small and extremely comfortable. I've met so many nice people because of Bugsnax :) I think it's for the best, if it stays this way

Many people've touched on this topic already, but some characters really need more screen time than showed in the game. Where's our gramma and lemon-nosed scientist content???

Another thing is how hard it is to explain what this game really is. I'm pretty vocal about liking Bugsnax, anything really, but as soon as I want to tell someone new about it, i'm met with confusion at the "bugs combined with snacks" and "these muppets' limbs turn into food" part

#zhenya rambles #whoo boy this post sure is long #took a while to write too #thanks for ur ask bro!!#long post

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Time slowly went by, days turning to nights. And nights turning to days. That day, when I left Vee, I didn't think it would have been the last time I saw her. But she left. My men found her quickly of course, some even offered me to bring her back to me. But the whole point was to not be in contact anymore. I refused to see any picture of her, to see what she was up to. Ran's reports were enough for me. My heart was hurting me, especially when I learnt the existence of her friend, Darren. I was in the private room of one of our clubs, and Ran showed me a picture of them together. She seemed happy, healthy. And I was glad to be out of her life at that moment because honestly, I shattered everything and everyone that I touched.

It was not too long after I cut our strings. I remember that night vividly because that was my very first step to hell. Drinking to forget what I saw, I apparently passed out. Sanzu was the one bringing me back home. My place didn't look good anymore, but I didn't care. No one would stay here except me anyway. I wasn't even sleeping in my bed anymore, not that I was sleeping in the first place. But I couldn't do it. Too hard. Her scent lingered everywhere in my room, in her room. The small amount of sleep that I had was spent on my couch. Christmas went by too, and nothing happened. Her coat and the concert ticket were left untouched in my bedroom, in a random drawer. That evening, I stayed alone in my apartment, trying to imagine what it would have been with Vee around. We would have probably been drinking and laughing, making out on my couch. I'm sure she would have wanted me to buy a Christmas tree, and we would have decorated it together. And the night would have finished somewhere in my apartment, both naked and drowning in each other's touch.

Six months have passed. I tried so hard to forget her face with the many girls trying to get into my pants. I tried so, so hard. But I've never been able to touch someone else. Vee was like a drug, and I was experiencing it. But I was so content for her, she looked like she was finally balancing everything in her life, and she was probably grateful for that. She probably didn't want me back in her life, and I would never dare to enter hers anyway. She must felt relief after all that ended up.

I went back to the Mikey I was before meeting Vee, the cold; heartless man I used to be. My black hair was the only different thing from that past.

Every night I recalled our moment spent together, the only vestige of her was in mind.

Well, my vision seemed to be quite subjective and false, because on few occasions, the guys talked to me. Kakucho, Sanzu, Takeomi and Ran were the ones telling me how I changed, in a bad way. To them, I was more reckless. There were probably right, not that it mattered anyway.

Dante and La Cosa Nostra became close allies, the first trying his best to ease my heart. He presented me to his wife and children, and they were probably the ones who helped me getting through all that shit.

My life didn't make sense anymore. Without Vee by my side, I could finally say it, I was nothing. A dead man walking. While she looked so... full of life.

I saw Senju multiple times, and what I said to Vee was obviously completely false. I've never let myself be tempted with her flirt. The Yamaguchi-gumi stayed on the low for a while too, making their presence known from time to time.

They attacked one of our clubs once, and I almost died in the process. That's maybe what the guys reproached me when they said that I was reckless. Luckily though, Sanzu helped me. Got shot close to the heart, would have died if he didn't push me at the last minute.

The not so discreet scar that I had on my chest was a daily reminder that life was, even for me, something ephemeral.

Tonight was no different than the other nights. Would drown myself in work, files, alcohol and memories of Vee. That scared me because I was slowly starting to forget the sound of her voice.

Mikey.

Hm?

You can't keep doing that

Doing what?

You're not living, you're just... surviving. Amico mio, it's not good. Even Luka noticed your pain, shall I remind you he's only 8? You need to do something.

Look Dante, I appreciate your concern but I'm working right now. Did you call me to say something else?

Your girl has been-

She's not mine anymore. I lost her long ago.

... Venus is going outside tonight. Ran told me and as requested from you, my men keep an eye on her. She hasn't been outside since you stopped talking. You should come and-

Scoffing at him, I rolled my eyes, forehead pressed against my hand.

Dante, just... don't. She's clearly better off without me, and the Yamaguchi-gumi understood she wasn't someone who counted for -

But that was a lie! Manjiro. You could try again with her! We could finish them off, and you two could be happy together. It's just-

No we won't. They got the message when we blew their hideout up. No needs to start something big like this once again, especially when we all know the finality of it.

And what is if if you're so sure of yourself? You know what? I'm gonna bring her to you tonight. You're always staying at your office, expect her and I to be here.

... Venus doesn't need me. She realised she didn't miss me, and that I was only a cancer in her life. I need to go, don't call me again. Thank you for what you did back then.

Hanging up, I left my phone on my desk, leaving my office, but not before asking my executives to meet me in our meeting room.

What's up Mikey?

All sat around me, I looked at them first, before speaking.

Just, thanks for what you did for me.

Snorting, Sanzu stared at me, pupils dilated.

Why does it look like farewells though?

You can leave, you have your evening off. Find some pussy to fuck, get drunk, get high. Do what you want. I want you all to be here tomorrow before 8am.

Groaning, Sanzu stood up, and was the first to leave the room.

You okay?

Of course I am Ran.

Nodding, he patted my shoulder while Rindou simply smiled at me.

Koko had an eyebrow raised.

What's up with you Mikey?

Nothing. You can go Hajime.

Eh? First time you're saying my name. But alright, goodnight Mikey

Now alone with Mochizuku and Takeomi, I turned to them.

Guess I'll head to the strip club then.

Go ahead Kanji

Door closing, I felt Takeomi's eyes on me.

What?

What are you up to Mikey?

Nothing, just need a night away from work. Why aren't you leaving?

Raising his hands in defeat, Takeomi stood up, and as he was going to exit the meeting's room, he stilled.

Manjiro. Don't do anything stupid yeah?

No worries.

Eventually alone, I sat back on the chair, chin on my crossed hands. Would I regret what I was about to do? Probably not. Vee gave me hope, showing me some good time. But I wasn't destined to happiness. My place was in darkness, in hell.

An hour passed, and directing myself to my office, I checked the security cameras. It was 9pm, everyone left the building, as I requested beforehand.

Turning one last time to my office, I suddenly imagined Vee here, with me. Taking my gun off my hoster, I put it on my desk. Closing the door behind me, I went to the roof.

The last time that I've been here was when Sanzu surprised me, and when I said to him that if I happened to die, he would take the lead.

Guess nothing has changed since then.

Approaching my feet from the edge, I looked behind, a flash blinding me for a while. The good old days, when I was Toman's leader, Ken-chin by my side. Takemichi, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, the Kawata twins and the others were below, acclaiming me.

How were they doing now? Did they find happiness? I hope so. Vee crossed my mind too, leaving a warm feeling in my heart.

Throwing a glance at the concrete, I felt cold sweat on my forehead.

I'm sorry, Venus

-Mikey

TO EXPLAIN MYSELF - I wanted to keep the final scene from the manga, when Bonten Mikey is with Takemichi. It's not to destroy the good mood at all, but I do think Mikey is someone who's extremely tortured in his life (as everyone knows lmao) so in this case, where him and you were an item and he had strong feelings toward you, obviously it will destroy him more. Hopefully it's not a triggering subject for you, if it is, I'm sorry bby 😔

see now mod… *exhales*

Yeah, I don’t know about this, Dee.

We stood outside the bar, which from the outside, looked pack to capacity already. Apprehension consumed me. Darren noticed, taking my hand into his and squeezing it.

Do you wanna go home? he asked gently. We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.

I shook my head. If I couldn’t do this, with my best friend no less, I probably wouldn’t be able to do any social event.

No, I’m fine. But we are leaving before 11.

He winked at me.

Fuck yeah we are.

We walked in together at that, arm in arm. Eyes flitted to us and then away when they realized we weren’t anybody of importance. A few lingered on me, recognizing me from the news maybe. I ignored them, allowing Darren to introduce me to his friends. He was right, they were nice. We shared a few drinks, me only having one beer to the others four. After Natalie, I just didn’t trust drinking anymore. Or people in general, always looking outside of people’s actions for their hidden motives.

We left at ten as promised. I shoved Darren and a couple of his friends into separate Ubers since they were way too drunk for me to even trust them driving. After I managed to get transportation for the final drunkard that I was with that night, I started walking toward my own car. But I noticed something. Somebody was following me. Clutching onto the pocketknife I started carrying ever since I got back home, I steeled myself with the thought of pulling it out and taking a life if needed be.

As the person neared, my grip on the hilt was knuckle-white and tight, with little to no chance of slipping off. When they touched me, I spun around fast, placing the knife right beneath their throat. I was smart enough to avoid streetlights.

Who the fuck are you? I snarled, pressing the knife closer with each word I spoke.

The man threw up his hands quickly, but made no move to disarm me. I’m with Dante of La Casa Nostra.

Who?

Me, somebody spoke from our left. I chanced a look and found a man sitting in the back of a heavily tinted jeep. My heart sunk. I learned a long time ago that tinted jeeps were the poster cars for criminal organization and gang leaders to move around in. My name is Dante, Venus, and I came to you requesting help.

Funny way of asking for it, I bit, throwing a look to the man who was following me. And besides, I don’t think I can help you.

It’s about Mikey.

I froze, unsure how to answer for a few seconds, then eventually came up with a, I don’t know a Mikey.

We were there with the Yamaguchis, Venus. La Casa Nostra was a big help in aiding Bonten in that victory. Our sniper was the one that saved your life. So technically, you owe me.

Could I even argue that? I had a feeling that even if I wanted to, there was only stalling I could do before he lost his patience and just forced me to do what he wanted. Powerful men weren’t used to being challenged, after all. Slowly, I placed my knife in my pocket, but always kept it ready to grab in case I had to run. I walked up to the Jeep and hopped in beside Dante, keeping my distance at the same time.

What do you want?

I wanted to get straight to the point, go home if possible.

It’s Mikey, he sighed, pinching his nose as if even the thought of the man pained him to talk about. He’s… not doing so well. Not sleeping, barely eating, wasting away.

Have you ever stopped to consider he was always like that?

It honestly sounded like he was behaving just as he was—

But that was before you met him, Venus.

I clenched my jaw, remembering how he had started eating and sleeping at my request, soon not even needing me to tell him to do either at all. A certain beach date flashed into my mind and I shook my head to rid myself of the memory. Dante observed my reaction, and I wanted to pinch myself for giving an observable one.

Either way, I’m worried, Venus. Mikey is a good guy, an extraordinary ally, but with the way things are looking…I don’t think he’s going to survive much longer to be any of both. Which is why I offered to take you to him as a last resort.

Without my consent?

With or without, he admitted with a laugh. I’m that desperate. He’s not well, Venus. Even my children are concerned.

I gnawed on my thumbnail.

Bringing me to him might not fix him. They might make things worse. For both of us, I wanted to say.

Or they might make them better, he argued.

You couldn’t possibly know that.

I’m willing to take that risk.

I couldn’t answer that. Few things could talk down a stubborn man. I wasn’t one of them.

You know, I really think you and Manjiro belong together. You’re both just too stubborn to see that.

I didn’t reply to that, either. I would’ve agreed once. Manjiro made sure I couldn’t.

We arrived to the building and I was astounded by how distinctly I remembered it despite being away from it from so long. My mind went on that nurse who helped me escape. I wondered if they fired her.

Dante hopped out of the car the same time I did, using a fancy keycard to gain access into the building. Walking through it, I realized I never took the time to appreciate how large the space was. We reached the room where Dante said he’d be— the meeting room.

Mikey, I’m here as promised, Dante announced and I held my breath. I hadn’t the slightest clue what to say when I saw him, or whether what I’d say would be the right thing. Probably not, considering I wanted to curse him like a dog.

I still had time to think of something though. When Dante opened the door, nobody was there.

Am I being pranked? I asked Dante whose eyebrows were furrowed.

That’s strange. He hasn’t checked out of the building at all today so he’s still in here.

I looked around for a bit, feeling something amiss, and then I found the window looking out over the city. Dante, is there any room in this place that has a better view than this one?

No, this is the highest floor in the building. No view comes close. Why do you ask?

They all had something in common. This room, Mikey’s house’s design, the hotels he booked, down to the dates he scheduled— there was one common denominator.

The view. I snapped my fingers. Mikey likes the views!

But there’s no better view than… the roof. He’s on the roof.

I wasted no time, bolting out of the door. The elevator stopped just to the meeting room floor. Only stairs could take you up to the roof. I sprinted up them by God’s grace, barely even winded by the time I opened the door.

Good thing too, because the sight of Mikey took my breath away. It was only his back, the same black hair I had seen him in the last time fluttering in the wind. What worried me most was not where he was standing, feet firmly planted on the ledge. What worried me most was how relaxed he was on the ledge, as if he wasn’t staring a certain death right in the face. A strong enough wind would send him right to it. I couldn’t witness that. My feet moved on their own, fueled by adrenaline. I had barely reached him when he started to push himself over the ledge, but I caught him in time, gripping my shirt between his fingers and snatching him back with all my might. He fell back easily, too startled by the fact somebody was there to catch him to brace himself. He landed right atop of me in a heap of limbs. My hands were trembling. It was as if I had just realized how close I was to missing that chance to grab him. Tears came into my eyes, but I didn’t know if they were from anger or from fear.

You idiot, I whispered harshly through sobs. You fucking idiot.

#tw suicide attempt #🗝; citizen #🗝; mikey #🗝; chronicles of vee: vol. 1 #now mod let me tell you how long i pondered this response #i sat and reflected okay.#in shock.#angst clearly is ur thing bc.#wow

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Ro & Ali

Ro: …---… Ro: Mayday mayday Ali: This is AlleyCat, roger your mayday, position is our bedroom, how can I be of assistance? Ro: That was a very efficient response Ro: What would your ETA be for reaching the fantasy section of the library? Ali: Constant vigilance, Rosaline Ali: 15 minutes ish providing the hairy-footed hobbits aren't too thick a crowd to cut through Ali: What's the danger? Ro: Let me preface by saying that I could burn a forest of cedar and do not believe I'd be adequately protected Ro: Now that you're forewarned, I'll explain Ro: Kayne is here because his dear sister is having a party at which he is unwelcome Ro: As if her birthday wasn't already cause for lack of celebration enough, I can now not escape his attentions Ali: Yikes! Not to mention the environmental damage too, and if it's not gonna work, we're defs best to avoid Ali: Also the Librarian would probably think you were blazing up back there and using pages of an old Jilly Cooper as roaches and who wants to be tarred with the same brush as Donovan O'Reilly? Ali: Gross, skip the protection spells and the like and go straight for a swift kick in the balls Ali: How is it he's ALMOST as delusional as his sister? Not in this galaxy or one far, far away, honey, c'mon Ro: Precisely Ro: Not to mention of all days today I chose not to wear black and I don't need the ash blow back to ruin this outfit Ro: He's in no way worth that damage either Ro: Hm! I couldn't possibly do that, though I have pondered long and hard enough to suggest telling him that we'd (providing you and Carly would be willing to tag along, that is) crash the party, only to leave him there and make our escape Ro: Perhaps I'm being delusional myself to create a narrative whereby Laoise isn't hyper alert to our presence upon all occasions Ali: That's what it is, you've let your cover down and he's taken it as an invite! Ali: Though sure, you could probably wear a potato sack and he'd still be mooning Ali: Ha, that would be hilarious though! Rock up with a card and a bottle like, hey babes Ali: Least we could leg it, only a few doors to safety, after-all Ro: Oh Ali! I don't know what he sees in me and frankly do not wish to know Ro: What would be proper attire for a soiree at your nemesis' house? Ro: I'm certain she'd love to see me a potato sack even more so than her brother would, so I'll assume not that Ro: Exactly, why would she ever be hesitate to drink anything we offered or read anything we'd scribbled on a piece of paper which may or may not be a curse?! Ro: Very amusing. Unlike the conversational loop I am currently stuck in Ro: To use the term conversation very loosely, of course Ali: DUH, you're beautiful AND smart, not like other girls! Gag Ali: [Sends multiple options with are a lot of black silk, lace, fake fur and leather moments] Ali: Right? We're the perfect party guests Ali: Been ages since we tried anything dark sided, don't let the chic looks fool ya Ali: Oh Lord, what is he even? Last time I got stopped by him on my way to the post office he was prattling on about some online game and I should join and Ali: I'd feel bad for him but he's also intensely dislikeable and entitled with it all so Ro: Oh god, you're not actually considering putting my pretend party crashing into action, are you? Ro: I'm as tempted right now as I've ever been to dabble in dark arts, but that's solely for his benefit, and my own in ending this interaction, not hers Ro: He's offering to tutor me right now, which I neither need nor believe to be his real intentions in asking Ro: I know I'm not as scholarly as you, but that's why I'd turn to you if I needed assistance, not someone whose scores are not even on a par with my lesser subjects Ali: Of course I am Ali: She knows she misses us, you know I know that you need saving Ali: Win win on many different levels Ali: 😂 Nice try, bud Ali: How cliche, taking too many lessons from bad porn and worse romcoms himself, like Ro: Please no Ro: If you bring an invisibility cloak I may consider it, but otherwise Ro: As for Kayne, I almost miss the days he used to put slugs in my hair Ro: He had the excuse of childhood to blame his cliches on and we had some new pets into the bargain Ali: It all comes down to who you'd rather be fighting off, him or her Ali: Pets, or INGREDIENTS, eh, Leesh? Ro: I just snorted, so score one for appearing unattractive, thank you Ro: If I take off my glasses will that likely add or deduct a point? Ro: But to answer your query, the way I see it, Carly's owed a rematch so maybe we should go to the party Ro: Birthday beatings are a time honored tradition, no? Ali: Welcome, if he gives us room to pull of an anti-makeover I bet I can get that score in the minuses Ali: He's defs into the glasses vibe, makes him think he gives a shit about what's on the inside and your brain, as if you aren't the epitome of beauty still Ali: Ooh, true, true, many scores to settle, rights to wrong...I'll see if she's down or wants her own training montage to counteract yours Ali: Now you're sounding like a McKenna! Ro: But even if I switched to contacts, dyed my sister's hair and went shopping for an entirely new wardrobe, he'd still take my personality as an invitation Ro: As though I crafted any of this to appeal to him, or indeed to repel his sister Ro: Just trying not to lose my own voice here as he mansplains the plot of the novel I was faux browsing Ro: I may take a swing for him if this continues for much longer however, and thank Fearghal later for the lessons Ali: You mean its not him, him its all for him? Shocker Ali: You got two options way I see it (still on the peace path, your soul can thank ME later) Ali: Either outwit him and pick a book he so won't understand and show him up with your superior intellect, easy or hard mode, act infuriatingly dumb 'cos that would dead put him off his ideal of you Ali: like Shakespeare who? Is that the Leo movie? Ro: Both excellent suggestions Ro: And I could indeed wax lyrical about how gorgeous Leo was in that movie until the library closes so Ali: Honestly, proof of angels Ro: Thank you, yes! Ro: Not that it's needed, but if people insist upon being ignorant, there you are everyone Ro: He'd never talk down to me about Trolls and Orcs Ali: Seriously Ali: If our teachers ever got creative with the assignments, then I could too, dissertation READY on how this dirty world of ours has tainted him Ali: not quite fallen angel level of dark deeds but he's certainly aging into a Nicholson and not a Caravaggio Ro: If you keep discussing his visual decline I'll have no need for an escape route because I'll simply burst into loud and dramatic tears Ali: Oh God, don't Ali: He'll want to comfort you Ro: Oh Ro: I never thought of that and I hope the mental image never crosses my mind again Ali: Yeah, that's his shit, worst type Ali: as bad as the boys making you cry, that's right Kayne, I said it Ro: I don't understand why he likes me when you exist Ro: Surely you're his type, as you are the bad boys around here, as well Ro: Sorry Tess Ali: Nah, I'm not as nice as you Ali: thus not worthy of his lurve Ali: Devastated, of course Ro: You're nicer than me, as Carly can attest Ali: Only to those who deserve it Ali: He gotta know that Ro: He believes he is one of the chosen though Ali: As far as I know he's neither Jewish nor Harry Potter so Ali: not that those are MY parameters 😂 Ro: He's proud of not having read any of the Harry Potter books as far as I know Ro: And to think we could ever be together! No no Ali: 'Course he is Ali: HATING POPULAR THINGS ISN'T A PERSONALITY TRAIT, NOR IS IT INTERESTING OR ENDEARING TO PEOPLE Ali: Shouting so he can hopefully hear Ro: I would tell him but I'm so embarrassed by everything he's already spoken aloud that I can barely speak Ro: I have to get out of here Ali: Run baby run Ali: I can do a stellar Ma impression Ali: out of the realm you'd be in trouble but I can ring you with drama like Ali: FUCKING HELL, GET HOME NOW, ROCKY'S ON THE ROOF AND THE CHICKEN'S BURNING AND ALI IS NO HELP AT ALL AHH Ro: Please do Ro: I didn't expect to be asking for an invocation of your mother to get me out of trouble but I gladly shall Ro: And owe you one too Ro: I've been on and off my phone so he can't appear as if it'd be out of the blue Ro: Oh and now I'm rhyming... Ali: Find yourself in times of trouble, Mother Tessie comes to thee, speaking words of wisdom, let it be Ali: On it Ali: Scouse don't fail me now Ro: If you keep making me laugh this plan is going to fall apart Ro: If in doubt, speak angry Gaeilge, he doesn't so he'll never know what you're talking about Ali: Into it

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shinobirain24 · 3 years

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Disaster of Admirers

By wolfstyle2074

Tristan Vasilias and Dana Coal are in the front line of the Cinema for their first date. They the third pair to appear in the line to purchase tickets to see the movie called, Rage Fury. Not romantic, but very exciting to see. "Aww man, I've been waiting to see this film since we were kids." Tristan said looking at Dana.

"Me too. I have been mimicking some motorcycle stunts when I saw some clips. Looks pretty cool." Dana said. Indeed, she owns a motorcycle for many occasions. "Really? Teach me some moves for some time." Tristan said. As Dana giggled in that comment. When they finally reached the counter of the booth, Tristan paid for the tickets.

Suddenly, a mysterious text from an unknown number has appeared in Tristan's scroll. He raised a brow to his confusion. "Unknown text?" He muttered. He opens his text and reads it. He blinked and snapped his eyes opened in shock.

"Dah!" He gasped as he saw the message.

You belonged to me and me only, Tristy-boo. Thought you have forgotten about me completely didn't you? You forgot that you are mine. Dump that girl and I won't do anything horrible.

Dana then looked through the text as they went to have popcorn. "Um, Tris?" She asked. As Tristan paled. He was told by his father to be careful of who he choose to date. "Sorry, someone must've gotten the wrong number." He assured. But Dana wasn't convinced. Feeling that some fan of his must've been stalling him. "Alright, let's get going. I don't want to miss this out in the world." Dana said. But to remain vigilant. After all, she and Tristan are friends. Her father is also president of a music industry.

"So, have you seen Kai making explosive graffiti?" Asked Tristan. Dana couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, on InstaRem. Totally hilarious when he took out the Gaslight records. They literally tried to bring my dad down for retro music. They never gave up. Tell Kai I thanked him to bringing these guys in their place." Dana commented. Apparently, her father, Flynt have rivals that wanted to take out his industry. Then Tristan received another text. And it disturbed him even more.

If you don't ditch her right now. I am coming for ya. But still, you look handsome with your goggles on, don't take them off.

Or do you want me to hire some thugs to sweep your sister away? I can do that. I have enough money in the world to being you back to me.

Come on, Tristy-boo. I hate waiting.

This makes Tristan very pale as he rushed himself and Dana to Room 23. Later as the movie reached the middle of the plot, Dana is eating the popcorn. While Tristan looks around to see if his stalker is around. He sighs as he saw nobody coming out as it was only two of them in the seats.

But Dana hears a notification of her text and checks her scroll. And blinks in confusion as she read the text and shows it to Tristan. "Tristan, what is this?" She asked, suspiciously. Tristan got scared the moment he saw the text.

Give Tristan back, and I'll consider paying you 100,000,000 Lien. If you don't, then you're dead.

Tristan cannot think of anything else but to run. And grabs Dana's hand to yank her out of the theater. "We need to get out of here." He yelped. Running through the hallways, since his brother, Tide is a police officer in Vale City. "Tristan, what is the meaning of this?!" Demanded Dana.

"Ah, yeah, long story short! My crazy ex wants to get back together with me! But she couldn't take a hint!" Replied Tristan. "You're kidding?" Sighed Dana as they ran to the exit to contact the authorities.

-Flashback-

It turns out that Tristan's ex-girlfriend is a rich girl named, Vivian Starlet. The daughter of Gaslight Records president, Flynt Coal's arch rival. He dated her, not because she's rich. But thought she was cute and sweet in her personality. His parents liked her at first because of her politeness towards them. But for Tide, he never liked her for some reason.

Vivian does stuff for him sometimes, even if he refused, thinking about not taking advantage of her. But she insisted by taking him out on dates, offering him gifts as any of his fans does. But was much clingier in her other side.

She also turned out to be in the same gymnastics team as his younger sister, Tristina. But had no idea that she was his sister and was jealous of her for her skills and praised from her superiors. As a result Vivian starts to bully Tristina.

"Give me back my hairpin! It was a gift from my brother!" Demanded Tristina as she ran to one of Vivian's friends as they tossed the hairpin to each other to prevent her from getting him back. "Says the crybaby who stole my thunder, haha!" She laughed. Singled out, Tristina started to cry. As they kept laughing at her reaction.

"Oh, are you crying now! Go home to Mommy!" She taunted. Tristan then stopped to see in shock of what Vivian is doing to his sister. "What is the meaning of this?!" Tristan shouted. The. Vivian makes a fake smile to make it look like nothing happens. But then Tristina ran to her brother and hugs him as she explained it. "Tristan, this mean girl was picking on me and took my hairpin!" She wailed. Tristina then hugged back.

Then glared at his soon-to-be ex. "How could you do this to my sister?!" He shouted as he then started to boil. Vivian paled at this revelation. "I-I had no idea that was your sister..." She paused. Then Tristan walks over to her with a hateful stare and snatched the hairpin from her. "Give me that!" Then he returns to his sister and gives the pin back to her. "Here sis. I'm sorry. Didn't realized how much of a jerk she is." He then turned back to Vivian. "We're over, Vivian. And don't ever call me again." He warned.

Despite the breakup. This left Vivian heartbroken. "Wait, Tristy-boo! I am sorry! Come back!" She wailed. But he wasn't going to let that slide. As he and his sister walked home. The next day, Vivian started to stalk him from Sanctum Academy, to Argus. Things gotten worse when he received letters. Then comes the threats as his ex invited many girls to his house, uninvited. Then comes the text from unknown numbers. And the harassment continues as Vivian made multiple attempts to get back with him. After the incident with Tristina, Weiss is furious and shuts Vivian out for good. "Picking on your son's girlfriend after 5 months, you're the the worst!"

Finally, Tristan has enough. Since his father is police chief. He told his parents everything. Then his parents, Weiss and Neptune, have applied a restraining order against Vivian. The week, Vivian then has one of her friends to spy on him and his sister.

Threatening him to harm Tristina if he does not date her again. "Mom, Dad, Vivians' nuts." He said. Then Neptune and Weiss called Vivian's parents again to make a final warning. Since they now could not stand Vivian.

"This is our final warning! If she doesn't stay away from our son, and daughter, we'll have my mother-in-law press charges on your daughter with aggravated stalking!" Warned Weiss. Vivian's parents paled and sincerely apologies to them. In fear that their daughter will land them in court. "We're very sorry!" Said Vivian's mother.

They never saw Vivian again. As her parents moved away from Argus to Vale. But as Vivian realized that she will be in the same academy as Tristan, she sought her chance to get back together with him as he had no idea.

-Present-

Tristan and Dana arrived in the police station to show Tide a series of text. "Sorry to came this later, bro. But Dana and I are in serious danger. My ex is coming for me, and she won't stop stalking me. Look at the text." Then Tristan takes out his scroll and showed him a series of text messages, including from Dana's scroll. And Tide knew he had to track down that number to make an arrest.

"I see. Maybe you two can wait here for the night and I'll track this person down. I'll contact Dana's father to pick her up if possible." Tide told them. They nodded. But unexpectedly, Tristan's best friend, Kai Wukong has a surprise for them. "You filthy Faunus! Let me go at once! Do you have any idea who I am?!" Vivian yelled as she was carried over the shoulder, bound by wrists and feet.

"Yeah, I know who you are, a crazy stalker." Kai then told Tide. "Oh, hey officer. I got this girl here whose been stalking my friend." He greeted. Putting Vivian down. Making puppy dog eyes at Tristan, making him unsatisfied. "Tristy-boo, you wouldn't let me get arrested, would you?" She pleaded.

But Tristan wasn't falling for her act. "You can't take a hint, can you? I told you before, we're over. O-V-E-R, over! And that Faunus is my best friend! And you don't have the right to judge him." Tristan repeats as he was already fed up with her. Vivian the turned to Dana with hateful glare as she thought about stealing her ex-boyfriend back. "This is all your fault, Coal! Wait until Daddy pays me to bail out! Nobody dumps Vivian Starlet! No one!" She yelled as she was handcuffed by Tide, Tristan's older brother. "You're under arrest for aggravated stalking." Tide told her. "You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you."

"That girl ain't right in the head." Sighed Dana, but relieved that it's finally over.

Tristan then turned to Kai, believing to was over. "Thanks, man. I owe you for that." He gave him a thumbs up as Kai did the same with a grin. "Hey no prob. I figured she was gonna followed you." He said. Then Tristan turns to Dana to apologize for their date gone wrong. "Sorry about our first date, Dana. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" Then Dana pursed her lips go think about it.

"Tris, please. It was just a bad date. Maybe the roller rink would do fine."

"You got it!" He said.

The next day, since it's Saturday, Tristan and Dana have enjoyed their time in the roller rink. And made sure to change their numbers in case Vivian tries something. Vivian got expelled from Beacon Academy since her male classmates feared her. And her current boyfriend broke up with her after finding out about her plans to steal Tristan.

The second ex-boyfriend apologized to Tristan, telling him that he has no idea of Vivian's true colors as a stalker and a cheater. Then she was sent to Neo Atlas for rehabilitation of her behavior because the charges were serious and thought she just needed help in getting over Tristan.

But her father arrived to bail her out with money. But General Winter Schnee, the renowned leader of the military, refused. But assured him in a calm manner. After all, she didn't attend to hold her long, until the rehab is complete. "Please, I am so sorry! You can't lock my baby away!" He pleaded.

"Calm down, sir. We're not going to hold her for long. But this is for her own good." She said. But with Vivian strapped to be kept from getting away to cause any more harm. Hissing like a cat raising her claws. "Tristy-boo! I want my Tristy-boo!" She hissed, frightening the nurses and doctors.

"Uh, ma'am, it looks like she was just suffering from eternal heartbreak and depression. We'll have to examine further before we can write down the medical prescriptions."

"Just go easy on her." Said Winter.

"Yes, sir."

Later Tristan and Tristina's parents have visited Tide in his office as he was gathering evidence that was due in court. Where they have a chat about the incident at the movie theater. "You know, when Dad first met Mom. People said he was after her for the money. But they when they get to know one another, this isn't about the money. But to be fair, Dad totally adored her so much, and we are here now."

Tristina then noticed two babies behind her elder brother in their strollers. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of cuteness. As she came closer to them. "Oh! Where do these cuties came from?! Are they yours, Tide?!" Asked Tristina as she saw the babies, twins to be exact. One is a girl's with white hair, and the other is a boy with blue hair. "You're married?!" Asked Tristan. But This chuckled and corrected them. "Actually, I'm engaged. And yes, these kids are mine. Meet Snow." Tide gestured at his daughter. And then turned to the blue-haired baby. "And Celrum." He said.

"Does Mom and Dad knew about this?" Asked Tristan. Tide shook his head. But it is supposed to be a surprise for their parents. "Sorry to have kept this from you guys. But I just wanted this to be a surprise for them. I can't wait for our parents to meet them when the wedding starts. Hey, Tris, how would you like to be my best man at the wedding?" Asked Tide. Tristan smiled as he wanted to be his best man as a kid. "How can I say no to my big bro?" Said Tristan. While Tristina dotes on the twin babies. "Hi there you cuties, it's your Auntie Tristie!" She cooed. While carrying them one at a time.

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