#not that bad even like i don’t even think i cracked open my coke till it was finished

[serethereal]

13, 23 and 26 babe 👀

13. hmm ok so. i’d get a job like a month or two before as a secretary at a major accounting/investing firm and then day of i am wiring a ton of money into an off shore acc

23. not really. i lose things very easily so even when i have smthn i’m wearing i. lose it :(

26. extremely high. like. eat chilli for fun high. i love spicy food so much

send me an ask from this ask game

#literally don’t think i have ever thoguht anything was too spicy. went to this burger place a while ago and their whole thing was this super #spicy burger like it is supposedly so spicy they make you sign a form before you’re allowed to order it and i was so excited but it was like #not that bad even like i don’t even think i cracked open my coke till it was finished #ghost tag #ask game

[writemekpop]

Bad Romance (Part 1) | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Taeyong wants to fuck you, but you're not ready...

Genre: Angst, Smut, College AU 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Sexual Content, Toxic relationship 

Part 1 ⭐️| Part 2

Taeyong’s breaths were deafening in your ear. Couldn’t he try to control himself? For discretion, at least. You imagined every ear in your university dorm pricking up. Snickering. “I wonder what they’re up to.” 

Taeyong kissed you again, his hot lips colliding with yours.

His hand, ever so slightly rough, pushed up your shirt, sending goosebumps up your ribs. A moan sounded, deep in your throat, and Taeyong groaned in satisfaction. 

You felt instantly guilty. You’d told yourself your ancestors wouldn’t mind if you did this for him. But you’d promised not to enjoy it. 

Taeyong knotted one hand in your hair. You felt the other one slide up to your back to unclasp your bra. His hand dwarfed your back, sending sparks rippling up your shoulder blades. 

“Are you okay with this?” he murmured, voice husky. You nodded. It was a lie.

The truth was, you’d never had sex before. You’d barely even kissed a boy. 

When all your college friends were in the basement snogging boys, you would hover by the doorway, holding their drinks. When they began to tease you, you just pretended you couldn’t hear them. 

Even when everyone started saying you ‘batted for the other team’, it just felt like a relief. Maybe they’d finally leave you alone. 

You were a feminist. You fully believed that women weren’t shiny, unwrapped presents that had to be protected for marriage. But you were also a fake. 

Because the idea of sleeping with a stranger still made you feel sick inside. 

Well, Taeyong wasn’t a stranger; he was your boyfriend. So, you would just have to grit your teeth and get on with it. 

Taeyong’s hand slid down between you. You squeezed your eyes shut. It would be over in a minute; that’s what your friends were always joking about, right? 

Then, you heard the unmistakeable clink of his belt buckle. Suddenly, that was the most terrifying sound you’d ever heard.  

“W-wait,” you croaked. 

You clung onto Taeyong’s firm wrist. 

He was breathing hard, his pulse pounding under his papery-thin skin. You were sat on his lap – so you could feel how ready he was, and it frightened you. 

He would hate you for what you were about to say, you knew that. 

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” 

You rolled away from him, pulling your knees up and hugging them. Burying your wet eyes in your knees, you waited for Taeyong to leave. 

But you didn’t feel him get off the bed. 

Instead, there was absolute silence. A shiver ran down your spine. 

Then, his muscled arms were wrapping around you. Taeyong eased you till you were lying on the bed – fear closed in your throat – but he wasn’t trying to have sex with you. Instead, he helped you pull your T-shirt back on, and guided you so your head was resting on his chest.

You felt his thundering heartbeat slow to a steady, comforting pulse.

Taeyong pressed a kiss on your temple. For a second, your stomach curled; it was so fatherly. You mentally scolded yourself. Taeyong wasn’t like other guys. He was caring, and sensitive, and you should be grateful.  

“If you wanna go slow, let’s go slow. You’ll always be my girl,” Taeyong whispered.

So, you pushed down the niggling feeling that ‘always’ had an expiry date. It was time you learnt to trust someone, and Taeyong was the perfect person to let in.

---

Over the next few months, you tried your best to forget about that night. And it was easy enough – Taeyong was electrifying. 

You’d never met a man who could tell a Basquiat from a Banksy and didn’t even show off about it. 

Each night, after lectures, you’d sneak off to some gallery late opening, and take photos of each other for Instagram. 

Or, you’d just snuggle up in his dorm room and listen to him telling you all about his Art History course, or his dreams of starting his own gallery. 

You rarely spoke. You preferred to soak in his world, like a cat curled in the sun. And let’s face it – who wanted to talk about Maths, anyway? 

Taeyong was like a shooting star: totally uncontrollable, impossible to understand, yet hopelessly fascinating. You couldn’t believe why someone like him seemed to find you interesting. Or at least, worth spending every day with.  

---

The second time Taeyong scared you was a Saturday.

You were sitting in his lap, poring over one of his Art History books. Other than toying with a curl of your hair, or pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Taeyong was totally still.  

Sighing with pleasure, you flicked through the glossy pages – for the hundredth time. No wonder Taeyong would always say: If I wasn’t rubbish at Maths, we should’ve swapped courses.

Just then, you prised open a page you hadn’t seen before. You frowned. 

It was a scan of an old Japanese painting. In it, a wealthy couple were captured in a furious argument with a young woman, carrying a baby. It was entitled ‘Outside Wife’. 

You turned to Taeyong, finger on the title. “What’s that?” 

Taeyong lifted the book from your hands, then grinned. “It’s when a noble couple are forced to get married, but the man has another wife to, you know, satisfy his needs.” Taeyong chuckled dryly. “Unfortunately, that system isn’t available anymore.” 

You began to chuckle too… then your smile melted from your face. “What do you mean, unfortunately?” Goosebumps rippled over your skin. 

“Ah… it was just a joke. You know, we’re not exactly getting any.” Taeyong’s body still felt relaxed under you, but your muscles were tensing. 

“I thought you said you wanted to go slow…” you mumbled. 

Of course. You should’ve seen this coming. 

There was only so long a person could go without their needs fulfilled. And here you were, dragging your boyfriend down while he could sleep with any normal girl whenever he wanted. 

“I’m not ready yet, Taeyong.” You picked at the frayed wool of your jumper. 

Your throat closed as you prepared for what you would say next. “If you… need to sleep with someone else, I won’t blame you,” you whispered. Stupid, babyish tears were filling your eyes already. 

“Babe – it was just a joke! No need to get your knickers in a twist.” Taeyong laughed, and kissed your neck. 

When you still didn’t make a sound a moment later, Taeyong turned you around on his lap so you were facing him. Tears streaked freely down your cheeks – you couldn’t hide them. 

“Oh, baby….” Soft as a whisper, Taeyong placed his palm on your cheek and smoothed away the tears with his thumb. “I don’t care about your… problem. You’re my girlfriend, and what’s good enough for you’s good enough for me.” 

A small part of you hurt at the way he said problem, but you pushed that part away. You allowed him a small smile. 

Laughing, Taeyong pulled you into a bear hug. You’d never gripped his shoulder so tight. You were so lucky to have him. 

----

A few weeks later, Taeyong finally convinced you to accompany him to a house party. You knew what this meant. You’d been dating for four months – this was the ‘meeting his friends’ moment. 

All the time you were getting ready, your stomach had transformed into a pit of snakes. Excitement, anxiety, fear – they all wriggled and knotted about inside you. 

You chose a midnight-blue playsuit, in a glimmering velvet. When Taeyong pointed it out to you in the shop, you knew this what you’d be wearing. 

To be honest, you hated Taeyong’s friends. You were pretty sure Taeil had tried to sneak vodka into your coke, and Mark did nothing but yap on endlessly about his girlfriend in Canada. You were almost 100% sure she didn’t exist. 

But as soon as Taeyong’s mahogany eyes met yours across in the heaving living room, all your worries melted away like snow. All he had to do was raise one deep eyebrow, or pull his plump lips into a silly face, and you’d burst out laughing. 

Except, as the hours drew by, you realised you hadn’t seen Taeyong in a while. You were perched on the stairs, shivering next to everyone who was too zoned out to take part. 

“Taeyong?” 

Tip-toeing, you climbed up the stairs, calling his name. You pushed open each of the doors in the hallway, peeking through your fingers just in case anything funny was going on. 

But they were all empty. 

Just as you turned around to go back downstairs, you heard voices coming from the attic. Gingerly, you sneaked up. They grew louder, more defined. 

Pushing open the door just a crack, you heard:

“Really? My god.” 

Your heart jumped. You knew that rich, resounding tone better than your own voice. It was Taeyong. 

You considered climbing up to join them. But then, you heard something that stopped you in your tracks. 

“And the worst thing is, Irene thinks she’s some kind of sex goddess, but actually she’s awful. She just lies there like a limp doll, expecting me to do everything.” It was Doyoung speaking. 

There was a pause as they all laughed. 

Your heart was already twisting. Something about his tone felt… wrong. Like his girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate what he was saying. 

Then, you heard Taeyong say, “Mate, at least your girlfriend’s fucking you, even if she is awful at it. I haven’t got any for months!” 

Everyone in the group exclaimed in disbelief. You forgot how to breathe. 

“Yeah – I know. Y/n thinks she’s some kind of saint for “waiting for the perfect moment”. I mean, a guy’s got needs!” Taeyong’s voice was low, but to you he could have been screaming. 

Black spots were engulfing your vision. Gulping, you staggered backwards, out of the door. You didn’t want to hear what you heard next. You really didn’t want to.  

But you couldn’t help it. Not when Taeyong said, “You know, I don’t even feel bad about fucking Joy. I mean, I had no choice. If Y/n wasn’t so frigid, I wouldn’t need to. It’s her fault really.” 

That was it. 

You sprinted away. Pushing through the line of partygoers waiting to use the bathroom, you locked yourself inside.

Then, you curled up on the toilet seat and sobbed. 

It had finally happened. 

Your gorgeous boyfriend had finally realised that he was miles out of your league. He didn’t deserve the defect. He didn’t deserve the fake feminist who was too ashamed to admit how sexist she really was. 

Then, a thought entered your mind that make you perk up. 

Maybe you could pretend you’d never overheard Taeyong. Maybe you could go back to how you were before… Or maybe you could sleep with him and make him forget about all other girls. 

After all, you’d do anything to keep him. 

Anything.  

Read Part 2 here.

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MASTERLIST

#taeyong #lee taeyong #neowritingsnet #NCT 127 #nct 2020 #NCT-WRITERS #taeyong fluff #taeyong angst #nct fluff #nct angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #taeyong smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct scenarios #taeyong fanfiction #superm #superm smut #nct drabbles

[realcube]

Ok but hc for what type of girl the pretty setter squad+yamaguchi they would date.

Thanks and have a nice day!💖🥺

yes!! i love the pretty setter squad but like i don’t have too many hcs to make this a whole thing so i feel like the following title is necessary:

characters: pretty setter squad + yamaguchi

trigger warning: swearing, somewhat crack, sexual references (these are just my opinions/hcs btw - plz don’t take it too seriously)

tobio kageyama

♡ i will preach this till the day i die and ik y’all are probably tired of writing all my reader inserts for kageyama x reader one-shots like this but yk what tobio wants- you know what tobio needs and deserves- the female equivalent of oikawa tōru

♡ if her favourite food ain’t milk bread and her personal motto isn’t ‘if you’re gonna hit it then it it till it breaks’ then HE DOESN’T WANT IT /j

♡ but he’d like someone who cares about their appearance, is passionate about something like he is, fairly smart, witty and kinda a heartthrob 

♡ bonus points if it’s a sport that they are passionate about

♡ i feel like he’d be into just like a typical ‘girly girl’ yk?

♡ also he has a soft spot for acrylic nails- he just thinks they look so cool and if he saw yours he’d definitely call them ‘badass’

♡ he thinks they are kinda impractical for volleyball so that’s why he doesn’t get them himself (plus they are expensive as hell and he only has milk box money)

♡ so yeah he would date an oikawa kinnie 

♡ overall, i think he just wants someone independent who can take care of themselves 

♡ except when you can’t open the tab of your coke bc of your acrylics, then he is happy to help

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again; YAMAGUCHI IS A LESBIAN

♡ ok now that i’ve got your attention, let me explain what this means and what it has to do with this taste in girls

♡ he fell down the wlw pipeline- if that’s a thing

♡ like while the gang were watching sjw get rekt compilations, yamaguchi was watching hayley kiyoko music videos and lgbt short films on youtube-

♡ now imagine that scene were babey yamaguchi was getting bullied except they were teasing him bc he said his favourite song was girls like girls RGTYGJKMN 

♡ anyway, till this day, he is watching cottagecore lesbian tiktoks (minecraft and irl) while others watch ben shapiro it is such a shame 

♡ he doesn’t fetishize them though- it’s just his ideal lifestyle 

♡ he’s developed the mind of a wlw tho so i think his thoughts are similar to mine in a way that he’s just like ‘WOMEN 😍🥰💓’ all the time 24/7

♡ so yeah this was my elongated way of saying that yamaguchi doesn’t really have type, all women are queens in his eyes

♡ but in an ideal world, his s/o would be an ally of the lgbtq+ community, if not apart of it, stan any wlw singer/band (preferably kpop), won’t yell at him 🥺 and are willing to run away with him to a cottage in the woods at any given moment 

kōshi sugawara

♡ his taste isn’t very specific but here are some things he looks for in partner:

♡ either likes baking or likes eating what he bakes and giving him feedback

♡ has long eyelashes/wears lashes (he thinks they are cute and ik you do too don’t even lie)

♡ oh and shiny lipgloss too 

♡ very good communicator 😌

♡ a simp

♡ someone who likes gardening or is at least willing to try pick it up to help him with his herbs

♡ will do facemasks with him

♡ intelligence; he will literally bust a nut for someone who can recite newton’s third law of motion 😩 

♡  and honesty ✨ (bc he needs to be told when his hair looks wack plz) 

kenma kuzome

♡ plz he needs a catgirl 

♡ like your typical anime catgirl

♡ bushy tail, high + soft voice, big eyes, even bigger honkers, maybe a tsundere, cat ears, purs and gives good head ✨

♡...

♡ I WAS JUST INFORMED THAT CAT GIRLS DO NOT EXIST AND I AM BOTH DISGUSTED AND DISAPPOINTED BEYOND BELIEF 

♡ me and kenma are never leaving our rooms again istg what is even the point anymore if ik that i won’t meet a catgirl 😭

♡ so yeah, if he were to date someone who isn’t a cat girl, they’d probably have to be a human equivalent or like.. a gamer

♡ a streamer maybe 

tōru oikawa

♡ he also doesn’t have a specific type but here are some of his turn offs:

♡ kageyama tobio 

♡ kageyama tobio kinnies

♡ people who think he’s too obsessed with volleyball and is incapable of loving anything/anyone else

♡ laziness

♡ ppl who’ve got a FAT fucking ass 😡 (jealousy ofc)

♡ ushijima stans

♡ bad breath 🤢

♡ppl who don’t know every word of primadonna girl by marina

♡ horse girls 

♡ aries (he’d still date an aries but he will tease you for it. if you ever mess something up like you drop a glass and it spills water everywhere he’ll just side-eye you like ‘that’s classic aries behaviour, ofc’)

keiji akaashi

♡ you 

♡ literally you 

♡ he doesn’t have a type but if he did, it would be you 

♡ bc you’re reading hcs on tumblr rn and as yk, he’s a bookworm

♡ (and i believe wholeheartedly that he read fanfic/hcs on tumblr too. probably harry potter/hunger games) 

♡ and also you’re reading his hcs which means you like him and he’s lost himself to unrequited love too many times so at least he knows you’re interested

♡ so yeah you check all the boxes:

☑ fanfic reader/bookworm

☑ watches anime

☑ pretty

☑ sweet

☑ actually likes him 

eita semi

♡ big tiddy goth gf with thick eyeliner, dyed hair and chains

♡ big tiddy isn’t necessary - he doesn’t objectify women ✨

♡ but anyway, they should also be willing to step on his throat and break all his bones with their demonias, upon being asked politely 

♡ spit in his mouth plz 🙏

♡ also an elite music is a must for him

♡ oh! and they should be willing to share their clothes/accessories with him (he’ll share his too ofc)

♡ a few other things he likes are: piercings, those little eyeliner hearts under the eyes, pink blush, thick eyebrows, black/dark purple lipstick, guitarist, drummers, singers (literally any sort of musician), platform shoes, alternative fashion in general, ppl who do DIYs, ppl who sew & ppl who cut/dye their own hair

♡ oh and like suga he is a slut for intelligence 

♡ and for powerful/confident women !!

♡ don’t get that confused with financial power-

♡ like proper powerful ppl that flick off a bigot on sight 

#tobio x you #oikawa toru x reader #akaashi x you #akaashi headcanons #kenma x y/n #semi eita #yamaguchi x reader #sugawara imagine #sugawara headcanon #tobio headcanons #oikawa headcanons #eita x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma x you #yamaguchi headcanons #pretty setter squad #notenoughcube

[theunquenchablethirst]

Pit of Vipers Pt4: Al Dente Pop Tarts (Jerome X Reader)

After my parents deaths, I was sold to the circus. Everything seemed bleak and I didn’t understand why. But Jerome Valeska taught me how to survive.

Baby Jerome being a sweetie, comforting and protecting baby reader. Get ready to feel

Masterlist

Jerome took my yellow case and unpacked it. There wasn’t a lot in there, just some odds and ends.  

“I’ll get you some new clothes soon. For now, though, you can borrow these.” He took a red t-shirt and some blue shorts out from the bottom of the chest of drawers and tossed them to me.

“Are these yours?” I asked inspecting them.

“They were a few of years ago. They don’t fit me anymore, but they look about your size.”  

“Do I have to change now?”

“No, not right now.” Jerome chuckled.

I nodded and hung the clothes on the ladder of the bunk beds.

“Wait here.” He said before creeping out of the room.  He came back a few minutes later with a big smile on his face.

“So dollface, you hungry?”

Jerome took me to the little kitchenette and rooted through the cupboard, before producing two packets of pop tarts.

“You want blueberry or chocolate?”

I didn’t answer. I just kept staring at the door to Lilas room, worried she would come out any minute. I was worried about what she’d do if she caught us rummaging around in the kitchen.

“She’s asleep.” Jerome said bringing my attention back to him. “Don’t worry. I checked.”

“What if she wakes up?”

Jerome simply laughed at the suggestion.

“With the amount she drank? No way. She’s out cold ‘till tomorrow afternoon.”

He dropped the pop tarts in the toaster and opened the fridge. He took out a carton of milk and sniffed it, before taking a sip. His face crumpled in disgust and he spit the milk back out into the sink.

“Why is it chewy?” He groaned and dumped the carton into a nearly full black bag that was sitting next to an overflowing bin. I stifled a giggle.

“Yeah, go on. Laugh it up. Soda?” He handed me a Coke, grabbed one for himself and closed the fridge. He cracked his can open and took a swig, washing the taste of sour milk away.  

“What’s the matter?” He asked watching me fiddle with my can.

“Tommy says I’m not supposed to have this. He says the sugar rots your teeth.”  

“Who’s Tommy?”

“My big brother.”

“Isn’t he the guy that just dumped you here? I heard he got $750 for that.”

“He’ll come back for me. He said so.”

“Right.” Jerome sounded unconvinced.

“He said so...” Tears started to well in my eyes and I looked down at my feet.

“Hey, listen. I don’t know this Tommy guy, but I'm sure he wouldn’t want his baby sister to be crying over him. I definitely wouldn’t.” Jerome wiped my tears with his sleeve and I nodded in agreement.

“And you know since he’s not here, you can have as many Cokes as you want. Besides you’re gonna lose those teeth anyway, so rot on, right?” He smiled and cracked open my soda for me.

Jerome turned back to the pop tarts in the toaster. He hovered his hand over the top feeling the heat.

“Damn this thing.” He said slapping the side. He hovered his hand again, before sighing and taking the pop tarts out.

“Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Looks like we’re eating al dente tonight.” He plated up the uncooked pop tarts and walked to the back of the trailer, me following him. I sat down on the small sofa and Jerome handed me a plate before turning to a small lamp and flicking it on.

“That’s better.” He said.

He then turned to a boxy looking object in the corner that had numerous empty bottles balanced on top of it. It was a TV. He switched the dial until he found some Tom and Jerry cartoons, then came and sat down next to me.

“See. It’s not all bad.” He smiled and put his arm around me, pulling me close to him.  

We sat like that munching and giggling at the cartoons for hours. He made me feel safe again, like I was back with Tommy and the time just flew by. Before we knew it, it was already dark outside and raining heavily.

“Looks like a storm’s coming.”

As the weather got worse static soon started to interrupt the cartoons.

“I got it.” Jerome hopped up and went to fiddle with the antenna on top of the TV, standing back every so often to check if it was working. Colour flashed on the TV again and we smiled.

“I think I got it...” However, Jerome was cut off by loud banging at the trailer door.  

At first, I thought it was thunder, but then Jerome turned off the TV and the lamp, grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom closing the door behind us. He got behind the chest of drawers and started pushing it in front of the door.

“What’s going on, Jerome?”

“Just be quiet, ok?”

When the door was blocked, he turned off the light and tucked me into the bottom bunk.

“Jerome?”

He put his finger to his lips and silently shushed me. The banging went on, until we heard Lilas door slam open.

“Alright! Alright! I’m coming!”

We heard Lila open the front door to whoever was banging.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Hello to you too Lila.”

It was a man. We heard the sounds of shuffling in the kitchenette and the clinking of bottles or glasses. There was some mumbling as they spoke and drank and it soon turned into laughter. There was a pause of silence, then more shuffling and then we heard loud moaning sounds. Jerome held me close to his chest and pressed his hands over my ears.

“Jerome? What’s going on?”

“It’ll all be over soon. Just be quiet and close your eyes.”

Then there came loud bumping on the wall. It made me flinch and Jerome held my ears tighter. As much as he tried it did little to dull the noises. We huddled together for what seemed like forever, through the onslaught of moaning, curses and bumping on the wall. Jerome held me close the entire time, bringing the covers over our heads, wrapping his arms around me and always covering my ears. He didn’t let go, even after everything stopped. Not that I wanted him to and I clung to him until I fell asleep.

You couldn’t have separated us with a crowbar that night. Nothing could have.  

#Gotham #Jerome Valeska #Jerome x Reader #Emotions

[dcforts]

[monday 7: thunderstorm]

Phone battery: 96%

One moment they are speeding up on the empty road with the windows rolled down and the sun shining on the side mirrors and the next is as if someone threw a blanket over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the clouds gather above them and they find themselves in the middle of a downpour.

“What the fuck?” says Dean, pushing the brakes and activating the windshield wipers.

“Something is wrong” is Castiel’s helpful contribution from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, no shit.”

The rain gets havier by the second, raindrops hit the roof with such violence that it’s like they are fired from a machine gun. Even after turning on the headlights they can barely see what’s ahead of them beyond the hood of the Impala. The sky lights up and then a thunder rumbles so loud that even Castiel flinches.

“We should stop.”

“You think it’s a spell?”

“Whatever it is I don’t think it’s safe to go on.”

Dean sighs and signals that he’s pulling over on the right as if, even if there was someone behind them, they could see the indicators through the amount of water that paints everything grey.

He brings the car to a stop and fishes out his phone.

Phone battery: 91%

“Sam? Where are you?”

“Just out of the morgue. I think it’s a witch” he says, sounding slightly out of breath as he walks. “Hey, I thought you were coming to pick me up. What did the husband say?”

“Sam? Listen to me, is it raining where you are?”

“Raining? No. The sky couldn’t be clearer.”

“Fuck.”

“Dean, where are you?”

“I don’t know. Just outside of town, I think. But there’s a thunderstorm and we had to stop.”

“What? A thunderstorm? Is it rain what I’m hearing?”

“Yeah, so it’s either the son or the husband and they are onto us. Seems like they didn’t appreciate our little visit.”

“You’re saying they cursed you?”

“That’s what we think”.

“Shit. Alright, at least we have suspects and we know for sure that they’re using witchcrafts or something. Just, don’t do anything till I get back to you.”

“Alright.”

“Stay safe.”

“Yeah, you too.”

  Phone battery: 86%

The rain is torrential, incessant. There is so much of it that it’s like there’s a river flowing over the windshield.

It’s not the first time that Dean got caught in a thunderstorm while he was driving. It happened more than once when he was a kid and weather apps weren’t a thing yet. John would pull up at the nearest rest area and they would wait it out catching up on their sleep.

But this is different. The rain could go on forever if something happened to Sam or if he couldn’t find a way to reverse it. That’s what bothers him more than anything, what makes him bounce his legs and clench his jaw.

He’s gone over their last two hours again and again trying to understand when and how the culprit could have done this to them but he’s had little success so far.

They can’t listen to music because they can’t risk the car running out of battery. They can’t play on their phones or do researches on their own or they will drain out their means to communication with Sam. They have no books, no food, no water. Dean doesn’t want to think about that. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel but he gets through two and a half Metallica songs before Castiel’s intake of breath and quick look his way tells him that he’s sick of it.

He retreats his hands on his lap.

Dean knows that Castiel is bothered as much as he is by the fact that they’re trapped and unable to help, even if he’s not showing it at the moment. In fact, he looks like the picture of serenity.

“How in hell can you be so calm?”

“I’m trying to be patient. There’s little else we can do.”

Dean scoffs.

Castiel shoots a look his way, then asks conversationally: “How did it go in Missouri last week?” and in response to Dean’s confused staring he adds: “The case?”

Dean gets that he’s trying to distract him and he lets him. He shrugs “Same old. Apart from Sam spilling coke all over himself, that was fun. And I got Jack a new record for the bunker. You’ve seen it?”

“He only told me about it a hundred times.” says Castiel in a pained tone. “It was nice of you.”

“Nah. You gotta teach them young.”

“You think he could join us on our next hunt?”

“We’ll see.” says Dean making a face. “But hey, you on the other hand… are getting better at interrogations. Looked pretty convincing with the kid.”

Castiel smiles: “Thank you.”

“Or, well, at least until you left the room just so you could follow his dogs,” adds Dean, raising his eyebrows.

“You can understand a lot about the owners form their pets’ behaviour”.

“Yeah?” humours him Dean, “What did you uncover? Other than they should learn how to use a vacuum.”

Castiel ignores his mocking tone. “Nothing stood out to me. But looking back now, I should have known that witchcraft was involved. They had three black dogs and I saw figurines of frogs in the living room.”

“I thought that cats were the go-to pet for witches.”

“They are generally associated with witchcraft, yes. But witches can form deep connection with any animal. Dogs, especially, escort Hecate, the triform greek-roman Goddess of Witchcraft. And Hecate takes her name from Heqet, the Egyptian goddess, usually represented as a frog. In hindsight, it was pretty clear.”

“So do you think it’s the husband? I doubt a kid alone would be able to do all that.”

“Maybe. But he seemed sincerely aggrieved by his wife’s loss.”

Dean sighs. Without any possibility to do real work that’s as far as they can get. He squints trying to see something beyond the raindrops splattered windows.

“Maybe it’s not bad as it seems.” he tries. “It’s dangerous to drive but what if we walked?”

“The curse could be cast on the car alone but I wouldn’t -”

“I’m gonna try.” Dean cuts him off, but he gets as far as resting his hand on the handle that a lightning bolt strikes one of the trees lined up down the road. There’s a loud crack and a vamp of fire that lights it up from the inside. A part of the trunk explodes and pieces go flying all over the street.

Dean and Castiel look at each other with identical alarmed expressions.

“Yeah, better say in the car.” Dean says.

   Phone battery: 79%

“Let’s play a game.”

“Alright.”

“Okay. It’s a car game. Basically you say a sentence starting with ‘Fortunately’ and based on that I have to respond with a sentence starting with ‘Unfortunately’. Like, I say ‘Unfortunately, we got cursed.’ And you say ‘Fortunately…’?”

Castiel thinks about it, then says, “Fortunately, they didn’t want us dead, only permanently incapacitated.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Sure, that is reassuring. Alright. Um, unfortunately, I will eventually die of starvation.”

“Fortunately, we won’t have to wait that long cause Sam is working on it.”

“Yeah but unfortunately, he’s alone against the witch.”

“Fortunately, he is prepared and the witch is not too dangerous.”

“Unfortunately, he got to us.”

“Fortunately, as long as we stay in the car we are safe.”

“Unfortunately, we are trapped.”

“Fortunately, we are together.”

Dean had his mouth already opened, ready to fire his next sentence but his brain short circuits and he is stunned. He closes it again. He meets Castiel’s eyes and under his soft expression he recognizes a little smugness that comes from having silenced him. He really can’t think of anything to say.

Castiel bats his eyelashes feigning innocence. “Did I win?”

That shakes Dean up, who rolls his eyes and he is about to protest when something heavy and dark hits the window shield with a loud thump and has him almost jumping out of his skin.

“What the fuck was that?” he shouts. Instinctively one arm flies up to cover his face, his elbow out and the other reaches towards Castiel to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

“I think it was a bird,” is Castiel’s calm reply.

Dean lets him go quickly, adverting his eyes. He still feels his heart in his throat. He clears it. “Right.” Then after a moment “Don’t mention this to Sam.”

Castiel huffs a laugh.

Phone battery: 72%

And so they wait. The rain is heavy and unrelenting. Dean has cracked open his window to feel it on his fingertips and he has retreated his hand hissing for how violently it hit him. The wind picks up at intervals, it whistles around them, pushing through every draft it can find. Above them, clouds like cotton balls chase each other endlessly and lightning bolts draw threatening patterns in the distance.

Sam has texted and they know that everything is under control so Dean is feeling better now. Figuring they are going to be there a while, he has toed off his boots and climbed over on the backseat leaving Castiel plenty of space to stretch his legs, even if the guy in question has barely adjusted his position with his back to the door and lifted a knee on the seat.

Dean on the other hand, already sprawled on the backseat, has gradually slipped into a laying position. He is more or less relaxed, or at least, as relaxed as a person could be with hell going on right outside of their car but tucked in the quiet and safe space of their car, with the soothing sound of the rain on the roof.

They had worse - that’s a fact.

He lolls his head to the side to watch Castiel, who’s got his eyes fixed on a spot beyond his window.

“So, how’s a thunderstorm from up there?”

He says: “From heaven?”

“Yeah, no, from the sky? Never seen it, planes are not my thing, you know,” he says, shifting to settle on the side.

“It’s pretty,” he says after a long moment. His keeps his voice low and adds, “but here is better.”

Dean scoffs.

“I mean it. From here you can smell the wet grass, see the trees swinging, feel the raindrops hitting you,” his voice is deep and smooth and Dean’s traitorous eyelids flutter shut. “The view from the outside may be splendid” Castiel continues, “but here things happen to you, touch you, shape you. You are the view.”

Dean mumbles what he means to be a sound of agreement but it’s basically a long exhale.

He is drowsy. He is trying to tell himself that he cannot fall asleep but it’s becoming a little difficult as they lose track of the time.

Castiel turns to look at him.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

“You can sleep if you want.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Tell me more.”

“About what?”

“Anything. Just, no more gross facts about animals. I’ve had enough of those.”

  Phone battery: 60%

Dean jerks awake. Castiel is touching his shoulder. “Sam called,” he says.

Dean blinks a few times while the past hours come back to him. A thunder booming over his head reminds him pretty quickly. So he did fall asleep in the end. And it wasn’t at all a good idea, judging by his stiff neck and his dry mouth and the fact that he has nothing to drink.

“What did he say?”

“He is going to the family. Apparently the road is clear from where he is so it seems like we are in some kind of pocket dimension.”

Dean suppresses a swear and pushes himself up on one elbow. It’s too dark to see anything beyond the windows but for a moment the wind is so strong that the car starts shaking, then the sky flashes white and booms and the sound is ear-splitting.

“It’s getting worse,” he rubs his eyes and cheeks and finds a dry spot of drool on the corner of his mouth. “You think Sam is gonna be fine?”

“I’m sure.” Castiel says. “They thought it was just the two of us, so they won’t see him coming.”

“How long was I out?”

“An hour at most.”

“You watched me all the time like a creep, didn’t you?”

“No,” says Castiel way too quickly to be entirely innocent. He also shoots him an irritated look that Dean suspects is more related to having been called creep that for the accusation itself. “I rearranged your tape collection.”

Now Dean gasps, aghast. ���Oh, no. Again? Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me it’s by year again.”

Castiel just nods and Dean becomes the image of desperation. “How could y- Really, Cas? Come on!”

Dean catches a glint of Castiel’s teeth in the dark as he smiles. “No.” he says sounding all proud “I was joking.”

Dean falls backwards on the seat with a groan. “Unfortunately, you will kill me with your terrible sense of humour.”

“Too late. We’ve already established that I won that game.”

“You know right, that if we are here for a very long time I will eventually have to eat you?”

Castiel just rolls his eyes.

  Phone battery 47%

Dean is still laying down, staring at the roof. Castiel has cracked his window open, just enough to let a breath of cool air in. It chases away the condensation on the windshield and brings in the smell of wet leaves and wet asphalt.

Dean is hit with the realization that they don’t get many moments like these. For one, none of them is covered in blood, and they are not fighting or running for their life. There is no anger or regret or guilt in the air. He can’t exactly complain.

Dean fixes his gaze on what he can see of his profile when is illuminated by the lightings: his dark hair, his high left cheekbone, his faint stubble, the tip of his nose. It’s even rarer to get to watch him unobserved. He feels a smile creeping on his lips.

For his part, it looks like it’s Castiel is starting to run out of patience. Dean can hear the rustling of his trench coat from where he is probably tormenting his hands in his lap. Knowing him, he can picture his mind is working tirelessly trying to find a way to be useful. Castiel loud sigh pierce the silence in the car.

“You told me to be patient earlier and now you’re bored of me already.” Dean teases.

Castiel turns towards him and then back ahead but there is no lightning that allows Dean to see his expression.

“I was just thinking. I thought you fell asleep again.“ There is a pause then he asks: “Are you? Bored of me?”

Dean sighs and feels protected by the dark and numbed by the sound of the rain and still a little groggy from his nap so he says. “Even when I see you all the time I feel like I barely see you.”

“I can’t tell if that’s good or not.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

  Phone battery: 32%

The screen lights up and it’s Sam, finally calling with news.

Dean puts him speakers.

“Sam?”

“Dean, they put something in your car,” he sounds out of breath.

“Hey, hey, how are you? What’s happening?”

“I’m fine, I can’t talk right now. They were both guilty. The mother was an accident; the spell was meant for someone else. Actually the mother was on it too. Apparently the whole family is into magic. I gotta -” a loud thunder covers his words.

“Sam? We didn’t get that.”

“They said it’s in the car. Look for hex bags, amulets, something you can destroy. I gotta go.”

“Alright. Just let us - ” but he’s already hung up.

So they get moving. They look into every corner, feel blindly in the dark, under the seats, inside the dashboard, as far as they can go behind the cushions.

Fifteen minutes later they’ve covered every surface and found nothing.

“Shit. What if it’s under the car? How are we gonna get that?”

Castiel looks at him and his expression tells Dean that nothing good is coming. In fact he says: “It can only be in the trunk.”

Dean blinks: “You are not going anywhere.”

“Dean.”

“No. No way.”

“Dean, it’s our only chance” he says it as if Dean is being unreasonable.

“No, Cas, let’s talk about it first.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m stronger than you. I’m the one who has to go.”

Castiel has made up his mind. He moves and Dean uselessly reaches out to grab him, but he can’t get a good grip as he is blocked by the front seat and Castiel slips away and pushes his door open.

The rain seems to get ten times worse as soon as he does that and the whole sky lights up threatening above their head. Castiel pushes through the wind to get a foot out.

“Cas! Jesus, close the goddamn door. This isn’t gonna work and you’re getting my seats all wet!” shouts Dean but Castiel doesn’t seem to hear him. Another loud thunder has Dean crouching down, and when he looks up again, Castiel is standing outside. He looks towards Dean and then shuts the door. Dean sees him struggling to get his feet one after the other, like an invisible force is keeping him from moving. His face scrunches up as he pushes himself forward with a hand on the car. He takes a step. He slips back a few feet.

Dean heart stops. “Cas! Fucking hell! Get back here!” he shouts, uselessly banging his hands against the seats. He tries to open his own door and remembers that he’s got no shoes on. He hurries to climb over on the front seat.

When he looks back again, Castiel has almost made it to the rear of the car. The sky rumbles angrily, it lights up violently. In frantic movements Dean slips his boots on and pushes himself to the right to open the passenger seat door.

He could lose him. Right there, right now, he could fucking lose him.

The rain and the wind hit him full force all at once. It’s like he’s stepped under a waterfall, he is cold and wet and struggles to breath. He battles against the wind trying to keep the car door open enough to allow him to get out and prevent it being ripped off from the car. He can barely feel his face and hands.

Towards the back of the car Castiel has reached the trunk. Dean can make out his silhouette wiping his eyes with a hand and with the other fumbling with the handle.

At last the trunk opens and covers him from Dean’s view. As he tries to move, his hair stand up all over his body and then there’s an explosion of sound so loud that he needs to cover his ears. It’s quick and violent and it takes him a few moments to realize that a lightning bolt has just hit a few yard from them. His legs start shaking.

“Cas! Come on!” he shouts terrified, knowing that’s useless, that he won’t be able to hear him above the thunders booming over their heads.

Through the rain that whips fiercely his face and blinds him, Dean watches as Castiel closes the truck and traces his steps back to the door that he holds open for him. As soon as he is within reach Dean grabs a fistful of his clothes and hauls him inside.

  Phone battery 22%

Dean is yelling. He is still gripping a handful of Castiel’s clothes and he yanks and yanks at it and yells in his face. And Castiel is panting, he is soaking wet, his hair is dripping and plastered on his forehead and his eyelashes are stuck together and he lets himself being yanked and yelled at and he’s got fear in his eyes but also relief.

“I can’t believe you did that! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

Dean is angry cause his voice is not louder than the rain and it’s not louder than the thunder but he wants it to be to be able to convey just how angry he is right now.

Castiel just blinks and breathes. At last, he brings up a hand to rest on Dean’s.

“Dean,” he says trying to calm him down. I’m okay. I’m here. It’s over.

Dean feels the relief wash over his body but then it pools behind his eyes and he feels like crying.

“You fucking asshole.”

The corner of Castiel’s lips turns slightly upward.

Dean yanks once again at his clothes and he means to pull him into a hug but somehow he finds his lips pressed against Castiel’s. They are both so shocked that they freeze and quickly pull back.

For a second they breath the same air. Dean swallows and blinks and tries to regain control of himself. Castiel doesn’t look scared, he only tilts his head slightly like he does so Dean covers the distance between them once again. Castiel’s lips are full and wet and as Dean kisses them, for a second he forgets all about near death, rain, witches and curses.

Then a thunder erupts above them and they jerk apart once again. Dean lets go of Castiel and wipes a hand over his wet face. “We should –” it’s all he manages.

Castiel doesn’t know what to say either. He just nods and quickly bends down to retrieve the hex bag that he’s dropped when Dean kissed him.

  Phone battery: 15%

It’s made of green silk and there’s a round symbol and a semicircle drawn on it. Castiel says they represent Hecate’s wheel and the Egyptian hieroglyphic for rain.

They don’t look at each other as they try to burn it. It takes more than one attempt as their fingers are wet and slippery and there’s nothing they can use to dry themselves with as everything else they have is also wet.

When it finally lights up it burns green. Dean winces as he sees it writhing on the floor mats of his car. “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He says, and this is even before he realizes that they are both still dripping water all over the seats.

It’s almost instantaneous and slightly anticlimactic. The bag becomes dust and the clouds above them break, letting the sun shine through. Dean squints at the sudden change of light and when he opens his eyes again, everything is back to normal. The car is still covered in raindrops but the birds outside are chirping, there’s no tree half burned across the street and a car passes them by as if it’s just another day. Dean sighs and lets his head thump against the window while Castiel rolls down his.

They enjoy a moments of quietness, pierced only by Castiel saying “I’m sorry for scaring you”. He says it in his normal tone but it sounds loud to Dean’s ears, newly clear of rain and thunders.

He closes his eyes. “I just wish you’d stop jumping in on any occasion to get yourself killed.”

“I had to do it.”

Dean opens his eyes and shoots him a withering look. “But you almost died. Cas,” he takes a deep breath “don’t you get it? I’d rather be stuck under the downpour for the rest of my life than watch you die again.” He feels the rage take control of himself again and shake his voice and he lets it cause it’s better to ride it and let out what he wants to say than to hide in embarrassment.

He even holds his gaze.

“I can understand the sentiment.” Castiel says at last.

“Just – no more suicidal missions. If you don’t wanna do it for yourself, do it for me.”

Castiel presses his lips together and nods and Dean feels suddenly exhausted.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

“Okay.” Castiel agrees. “Should we talk about - ”

“Uh, what?” 

“Dean.”

“Cas,” he says, mimicking his tone.

Castiel holds his gaze for a long time. Dean says softly: “I mean, you know - right?”

“I do.” Castiel smiles. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Dean swallows. He takes a deep breath and waits for a wave of dread to hit him but it never comes. He just feels like himself with a warm pleasant feeling in his lower belly. That’ll be time later to process it, he thinks, now they have stuff to do, places to go. 

  Phone battery: 5%

They are on the road again. It’s safe and quiet and sunny.

“Was it really necessary?” grumbles Castiel.

“Again, yes” Dean won’t hear no arguing. “I don’t even want to think about the damage we’ve already done.”

Sam’s phone rings once again before he picks up.

“Guys?”

“Sam? Dean is driving. Are you okay?”

“Oh, hey Cas. Yes, they went down pretty easily. Didn’t see me coming. Did you guys find the thing?”

“Yes, it was a hex bag. Everything is fine, we are almost in town.”

“Great. Should we agree on a spot so you can come pick me up?”

“Uh. We need to go back to the motel first. We are not wearing any clothes apart from our underwear.”

“You wh - ? Wait, what?”

“They were wet. Dean insisted. For the car.” Castiel says, trying to speak over Dean’s voice in the background that yells ‘Why did you tell him?’

Sam burst into laughing. “Oh my god.”

“So we will see you back at the motel?”

“Yeah, definitely, I will be there with my camera ready.”

There’s rustling and then Dean’s voice close to the microphone shouts: “Sam, I swear to God, I’ll run you ove-”

 Phone battery: 0%

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When Peter Parker's Your Boyfriend... (Request)

Request: So I don’t know how comfortable you are with this but I wanted to ask anyways. Do you think you could write some peter parker plus size black reader fluff?? Literally it could be about anything I just can’t find much of it and that’s fine I get it I’ve just always liked peter as a character

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black Plus Sized!Reader

Warnings: This entire thing OOZES FLUFF, but Peter does throw scissors, so there's that

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thank you @pastelastronomy24 for sending in this request! I'm glad that I was able to write this for you and hopefully this is what you hoped for. I practically wrote this 3 times and when I started writing this one it just felt right. (I also used, like, 4 or 5 quotes from my second drabble prompts list, so that was fun.) Anyway, hope you enjoy! 💖💛💖💛

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Masterlist

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You knock on Peter's front door then lower your eyes back to your phone, messing with it for a second until Peter opens the door for you. He just looks at you and smiles.

    "Hi beautiful." Peter brings his hands to your plump cheeks, bowing your head slightly and kissing your forehead.

    "Hello." You answer chipper. You enter the apartment and drop your mini backpack next to the table by the front door. "Is May home?" You question, looking around. There were pamphlets stack on almost every surface and a rolled up banner in the back corner of the living room.

    "No, the organization had a meeting and making sure everything is going well usually takes all day." Peter makes his way to the kitchen, raiding the fridge for something to drink. "Do you want anything to drink?" He pulls out a Dr. Pepper for himself.

    "You got a cherry Coke?" You turn and lean against the back of the couch to watch Peter. You smile once he pulls the can out waving it a little before setting it on the counter then shutting the fridge.

    "So… what do you wanna watch?" Peter rounds the couch, setting the sodas on the table and grabbing the remote for his PlayStation, handing it to you. He sits to the left of the middle of the couch, bringing your legs up to rest on his lap.

    "Mmm…okay, well that depends. Do you want to watch Netflix or Hulu?" You ask Peter while adjusting your legs in his lap to ensure your comfort.

    "Uhh…" He squeezes your thigh a little as he thinks. "Netflix." He reaches his hand out, silently asking you to hand him his soda. You do as you go to Netflix and begin to search you desired title. Peter watched as you type the letters, quickly realizing what you planned to watch. “No! Not Mamma Mia again! We’ve watched this six times already.” Peter whines, throwing his head back.

    "And?! You'd be lyin if you said you haven't enjoyed it everytime." You press play and set the remote on the table, picking up your can right after. You take up sip while you started at Peter, you smirk shown with your eyes.

    "Ughhh!!! Fine but next time I'm choosing what we're watching." He sips his drink again as you laugh at his concession.

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    You and Peter were nearly halfway through Mamma Mia, and Peter was into it, watching intently as he messed with your hands, intertwining fingers and squeezing your hand a little. You, on the other hand, were studying Peter. You've always loved his side profile, his jawline making any of his expressions, no matter how soft, more intense. You also loved to hear him speak, how he always sounds unsure of his words even if he is confident in each syllable. So even though you were the one to choose the movie, you decided that talking during it wouldn't be as bad since you guys have watched it six times like Peter said.

    "Peter, why do you like me? Like… why are you dating me?" You ask, not too serious, but wanting a serious answer.

    "Why are you asking me right now? In the middle of the movie that you wanted to watch, by the way." He continues to mess with your hand, raising his eyebrow as he questions.

    "I just want to know. Can't a girl know why her boyfriend wanted to be her boyfriend in the first place?" You ask, sitting up straighter and draping your arms over Peter's shoulders. He gives in and places his hands on your sides, giving you a small grin.

    "I guess that's fair." He eyes you up and down, smiling when you flip back your braids and tilt your head, then answers. "Well first of all your super sweet. Uhhmm, you're intelligent, you're absolutely hilarious. I like how you're a little… needy sometimes." You playfully smack his arm making him laugh as he continues. "No, it's cute. It's cute. I promise. And…you're, like, super soft. And, well-I just...love you." He tickles your sides a little, making you crack up and squirm.

    "Wait, me being soft made you want to date me? Really?" You pull him a bit closer to you, giving him two soft kisses: one on his cheek and one a bit lower on his jaw line. You could smell that the cologne he applied was the one he had reserved for date nights.

    "Of course. Who wouldn't want a girlfriend who could go to the Olympics for cuddling? That's why I had to swoop you up first. Ya know, before people realized just how much of a catch you were." You look back up at him and he leans in to give you a short sweet kiss on the lips. You guys stay close like this for a moment longer, then Peter pipes up. "You don't feel like watching the movie anymore, do you?" You avert your eyes as you shake your head no, your mouth slowly growing into a cheeky grin.

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    After turning off Netflix, you and Peter decided to play Minecraft and have been for the past hour. 

    "Oh my gosh, look!" Peter whispered in amazement, making you switch your gaze to his part of the split screen.

    "I totally forgot they had pandas in the game now! They also have, like tropical birds too, so that's something I need to find." You whisper back, watching as he feeds the animal bamboo.

    "Uh, yeah, you need to find one." He whispers back, now leading the panda back to where you built the house.

   "Um, why are we still whispering? Why were we whispering in the first place?" You ask as you moved your gaze back to your screen.

    "Because I found a majestic creature in its natural habitat and needed to make sure it wasn't startled." Peter responds straight faced. You just shake your head and continue building.

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    "Ay yo ma! Cutie wit da booty! Whatchu tryna do?!" Peter calls to you in the kitchen as you searched the fridge for a snack. You stand up straight and turn to him, smirking. 

    "Are you trying to flirt with me right now?" You close the fridge and place a hand on your hip, shifting your weight to one side.

    "I'm always flirting with you. Keep up." You squint at him after his uncharacteristic remark, causing him to nervously continue. "A-and besides, it's hard not to when-when you look like that." He strechteded his arm at you, trying to make his point. You look down at your outfit, which was a white Snoop Dogg graphic tee that was tucked into a black faux leather skirt. The skirt fitted your form perfectly, clearly proving Peter's point.

    "Fair." You move to the pantry and grab the bag of Cheetos puffs, bringing it back to the living room. You plop down on to the couch as Peter scrolls to That 70s Show, a show you used to dog him for watching but now has you sucked in to. He presses play then blindly reaches over to grab a Cheeto. You pull the bag from his reach just as slow as he reaches over. Once he realizes that something was going on he turns to look at you, a sarcastic offended look on his face. "Did I say you could have some?" You ask sarcastically, giving him an equally sarcastic smile.

    "They're from my pantry!" He whines continuing to reach for the bag. You just shrug and reach into the bag, grab a Cheeto, and take an exaggerated bite out of it. Peter drops his jaw in betrayal, and in retaliation, brings his outstretched right hand to your right boob. "I'm not moving it till I get a Cheeto." He threatens, narrowing his eyes.

    "You're saying this like this situation is a bad thing to me." You respond, finishing of the Cheeto and grabbing another one.

    "Y/N, PLEASE!!!" Peter whines again. You try to fight back that smile that grew on your face from the enjoyment you were receiving from Peter's reaction but fail, bringing the bag back into his reach. He gives you a wide childish grin then reaches into the bag with his left hand, right hand still parked on your boob.

    "Really?" You watched him, straight faced.

    "Really." He responds with his mouth full, faced just as neutral as yours.

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    "I got the paper, you have to find the scissors." You say as you situate yourself on the ground in front of the coffee table in the living room. You can hear him rummaging through May's desk in search of scissors, and his quiet cheer when he finds some.

    "Here." He gently tosses them over to you, but knowing better than to try and catch them, you move your head over to let them land on the couch. You snap your head back to Peter and glare at him.

    "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!" You yell, throwing your arms in the air, then turning around to grab the scissors and placing them on the table.

    "Hey! Don't yell at me!" He pouts making his way back to the kitchen grabbing another pair of scissors from a drawer.

    "DON'T THROW SCISSORS!" You turn to face him and shake your fist. You turn back around, grabbing the remote and going back to the Netflix home screen, you go to the search and find The Magic School Bus, choosing it and then choosing a random episode. 

    "Magic School Bus? Aren't we in high school?" Peter jokingly mocks, making his way around the table to sit next to you, picking up a piece of paper and beginning to fold it.

    "We are making paper snowflakes right now… at this point does our age even matter?" You give him a sarcastic side glance then pick up a piece of paper for yourself.

    "Ugh, you are so right. How lucky am I to have a girlfriend who's as insightful as you?" Peter leans over to kiss your temple and you just shake your head and smile to yourself, beginning to cut.

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    It's been about half an hour since you two started cutting snowflakes, which slowly morphed into finding coloring utensils and just drawing on the remaining pieces of paper. Your guys' focus was solely on the craft and show in front of you, so when the front door was unlocked and opened, you and Peter jumped, Peter attempting to frantically climb over the couch to get in front of you, so the sight May enters to is Peter sprawled across the couch and two moderately terrified teens. Her eyes move from you two to the coffee table, which was covered in paper scraps, markers, crayons and colored pencils. She finally looks over at the TV, The Magic School Bus still playing.

    "How old are two again?" May questions, giving you two a sarcastic judging look.

    "May, how long have you known us? We never act our age." Peter answers, still laying on his stomach on the couch. 

    "That's fair." May says, looking down at her watch. "Oh, it's almost 10:30! Y/N, you should head home. You can come over tomorrow morning for breakfast." May looks back up at you, giving you a warm smile.

    "Oof, that is pretty late. I'll help Peter clean up and then get going." You stand up from your spot in the floor, gathering up some paper scraps from the table to throw away.

    "Sounds like a plan to me. And please, make sure Peter walks you home." You nod at her instructions and watch her walk down the hallway to her room. You turn back to Peter, who was still laying on the couch, and smack his butt, causing him to hop up from the couch.

    "Get up and help me clean, please." You give him a childish smile with all of your teeth.

     "You're lucky you're cute." He shakes his head and gets up from the couch, rubbing his butt, then start helping you.

____

    "I had fun tonight." You say to Peter, head on his shoulder as he hugged you tight in front of your apartment building, which was conveniently located a block away from his.

    "Me too." He simply responds, squeezing you slightly then rubbing your back before pulling away. "I'll be here around… 9:45-10ish to come get you for breakfast okay?" He brings his hands to your face, squishing your cheeks enough to manually pucker your lips. You nod before receiving a quick goodnight kiss. "Love you."

     "Love you too." You mumble, face still being squished. He giggles a bit then let's go of your face, skipping backwards back toward his place.

   "Good night! Sweet dreams!" He waves back at you.

    "Good night!" You give him a small wave, the kind where you flutter your fingers, knowing he loves when you do that. He gives a bright smile back and blows you a kiss, then turns on his heel to walk back normally to his aunt's. You smile to yourself and shake your head at your goofy boyfriend, then head inside.

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Three Days ~ 38

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Happy Birthday Bonus Day. Ok, I'm also babysitting my niece until Monday and won't be online.

~*~Sebastian~*~

The phone call from my manager, Emily, was about the shoot for the watch ad. At the end, she tacked on there had been a random tweet saying, "I think I just saw The Winter Soldier kidnap and carry off a woman." I guess someone did see. Naturally, it turned into a thing with fans asking for pictures "or it didn't" happen and location. Poor guy was just posting something random to his friends and got overrun. His next tweet was "Fuck, y'all are crazy. I'm being stupid, drunk by the water, and you lose your damn minds." He has no idea. His comment about water has everyone thinking I'm at the beach. I wish. Although, I am at a sand volleyball tournament.

I went back outside and Emma wasn't at the table. I could see her out on the court. I got closer and was treated with tiny orange shorts. Those were exactly what flashed into my head when she said she played volleyball. Except I pictured the shorts black. I wasn't going to bitch about the orange. I was already making plans around peeling them off. The best I could do right now was a kiss through some black netting.

After meeting the team, I went back to the table and introduced myself. Scott stared for a bit, but after a few minutes of conversation with Samantha he joined in. This was the way it usually happened. There was a period of weird silence before my behavior convinced them I'm no different from anyone else. Once I can get them from seeing a twenty-foot version of me on a movie screen to seeing the guy in front of them things are pretty normal.

As much as I was enjoying the conversation when the game started I went up to the railing. Emma’s team started on the side that wasn't fronted by the deck. I wanted to see. I'd done my research, so I knew after the first set they'd switch sides. I'd sit down then. Maybe. I was rewarded with a smile when they took their places and she saw me.

Things didn't start well. The other teamed scored three quick points. We'd close in, then they'd pull ahead again. I learned from Samantha that Emma was the setter. She was in charge of the offensive and Pete directed defense. Her obsessive planning would probably come in handy here. When we were behind ten to twelve Pete called a time out. They ran over to the bench under where I was standing. Emma told them what she saw the other team doing and gave each of them direction. Pete added in a little, but it was mostly her. She was confident, direct, and at the end brought them together for a quick cheer and told them, "We got this."  All through this, she paid zero attention to me. She was laser-focused like I wasn't even there.

Which made me hard.

From then on there was no more being behind. It was like the first part of the match was them figuring the other side out and now they were playing for real. Emma's yelling out names. Pete's telling people to move. And then there's the physicality of it. She was quick. She would dive to keep the ball from hitting the ground, barely dump it over the net, and set the ball up for one of the guys. The last one looked like she was barely touching the ball, but I knew the strength in those fingers. I'm sure the others were doing all sorts of shit too, but I was only paying attention to her. What she wasn't very good at was serving. She didn't suck. It just wasn't her strong suit.

I kept quiet throughout the set until the final score. I did a fist pump and yelled, "Yes!"

Final score twenty-five to twenty.

They headed to the bench, all smiling but not too big, and started gathering their stuff. Emma gathered her clothes over her arm before looking at me. It wasn't over yet so I gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, "Good job."

Emma stepped up on the bench like she had before the game and reached her fingers through the netting. Reaching for me. I linked my fingers with hers and met her for another kiss in a little square. She smiled and whispered, "For luck."

Nick came close and looked up," You have to do that before every set now. Superstition rules sports."

I looked around Emma to see him, "Not a hardship."

I went back to the table for the second set. Samantha, who told me to call her Sam, provided a steady commentary and answered any questions I had. I should have started back here. I had a much better understanding of roles, strategy, and gameplay by the time they won the second set and therefore the game.

Scott pointed between me and Sam, "One of you bar bitches needs to go get beer."

I jumped off the chair, I'll get it."

I looked at Sam, "What do I get?

"Bucket of Corona and one of Modelo."

"Thank you. Be right back."

The team was already at the table when I got there.

Pete looked at me as I put the buckets down. "You're going to need to be faster if you want to keep your bar bitch job."

It was good that they were giving me shit. Normal. I grabbed two of the Modelos. "I set up a tab. It'll be quicker next time."

He looked aghast, "You left your credit card?"

"I think they trust me." I opened the bottles and walked to where Emma sat, kissing her before handing off the beer. "That was great. You were great. " I quickly looked at the others, "I'm sure you all were too, but I was only paying attention to her. I'II watch everyone next game."

Jeff smiled around his beer bottle, "No, you won't."

"I'll make an effort." No one was believing me. I couldn't blame them. I ran my hand over Emma’s shoulders, "How long till the next game?"

"The team we’ll play, their game isn’t over yet." She pointed to court two. "We'll get twenty or so minutes once they're done. Wanna go watch the end?"

"Sure."

Emma took my hand and we went to the railing. "Which team do you want to win?"

She looked at both teams. "I don't know them. They're from a different league." She watched both for a minute, "Shit."

I turned toward her, leaning my arm on the counters, "What's up?"

"I went out with one of the guys on the green team." She'd moved to put her back to them.

"Hmm." I raised an eyebrow while I took a drink. Kinda thankful it's one of hers and not one of mine. "How long?"

"Just a couple of times. I didn't sleep with him." She shuddered, "He said some mildly creepy things and I ditched."

I was surprised by how relieved I felt when she said they hadn’t slept together. "Thank you for telling me."

"I wouldn't let you walk into a situation where you're the only one who doesn’t know." She ran a hand over my forearm.

Aw, she was worried. Cute. I took her hand off my arm and kissed it, "You know I make out and pretend to have sex in movies, right?"

She cracked a smile, "I hear you kiss boys too."

I can guess where she heard that from. "I have. Only for work though."

Her laughter made me smile, "I don't care if it was not for work."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, "This conversation." I opened my eyes, "I don't care if you dated some guy out there. Unless it's the blonde with long hair." Emma curled in her lips. "Oh come on!"

She shrugged and went for a change of subject. "I also heard you were Pete and Scott's Hall Pass."

"I knew that."

Her look was a cross between surprised and horrified. "I can't believe Scott told you."

"I don't think he meant to."

There was a commotion on the court. The blondes team won.

Time to go! "Ready to go back to the table?"

"Yes, please."

I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked. "Can we talk about your ass in those shorts?"

"Do you like? I bought them with you in mind."

"I do like them." We were back at the table with everyone else. I leaned closer, "I'd like to peel them off you. With my teeth."

Seed one and five were playing on court one. We'd be on court two against the blonde’s team, a two seed. I was nervous. Emma was bouncing like she had at home. I took both her hands, holding them in front of me, "Jump around. I got you."

She jumped up and down a few times, "What's this supposed to do?"

I looked sheepish, "No idea. Distraction. "

She laughed, "Worth a try. Thanks for being supportive of my crazy."

I asked again, “Anything I can get for you?"

Emma nodded emphatically, "Yes. At the switch between sets, I've got thirty seconds. Could you bring me a diet coke and a Reese Cup? Frozen.”

I repeated her order and nodded once. She must feel like she'll need a mid-game boost.

Sam's bar bitch duty was to fill up the water bottles. Emma made a bathroom run and I folded her closes and put them in the bottom of the bag. I dug out her cooling scarf. It was one o’clock in June right out in the sun. I dunked her scarf in the ice water for the beer, rung it out, and hung it over my shoulder. I had the sunscreen out when she got back.

When she saw what I held she smiled, "Thanks, I forgot. Will you get my back?"

"Discount massage all for you."

Everything is not foreplay. Repeat. Everything is not foreplay.

Emma took off her tank top for me to access everywhere. I was very thorough.  I didn’t want her to burn. A bad sunburn can be brutal. After I finished with her, she insisted on covering me. I didn’t have the same degree of exposed skin, but she tried. Sun protection aside, it was more about the touching.

Everything is foreplay.

They were called to the courts and Emma came for her good luck kiss. There was no netting so there was a bit of tongue involved. That would see me through the next set or so.

This game had me sitting on the edge of my seat and pacing closer to the railing. Sam stayed with me with Scott seemed barely interested. Points went on forever and they traded off the lead every serve. They did the same thing with taking a time out when they reached ten points, but the results weren’t quite as dramatic. They pulled ahead a few points and were keeping the lead. When they reached twenty points, I walked backward to the bar to get Emma’s Diet Coke and a frozen Reese Cup. I jogged back to the railing just in time to see my girl reject a spike from the blonde, Becky set the ball, and Nick send it back to win the set.

I was back by Sam, “Fuck, that was dramatic.” She looked at me like she knew something I didn’t. I laughed, “I know they went out.”

Her face read relieved, “Oh good, I suck at secrets.”

Emma came off the court and directed me down to the end where there was an opening in the netting. I had the Reese Cup open and the paper peeled off before I got to her. She shoved the whole thing in her mouth and mumbled a thank you.

“That was a great play.” She nodded and took a very long drink of Diet Coke.

Emma pressed her lips to mine. “Give me the Reese and you keep the Diet Coke.”

“Got it.” I dumped the candy out and handed it to her.

Second set they went up by five early, skipped the time out, and won twenty-five to eighteen. Fuck, yeah! 

I went after beer and stopped by the board. This had them in the semi-finals with the one seed. They were already finished so the countdown was on. Emma came up behind me, laying her hand on my back, “We’re moving tables.”

“Court one, baby!” I kissed her cheek, “Semi-finals. I checked the board. This is cool. I’m taking pictures this game.”

It was more crowded on this side of the deck and I was thankful for her planning now. Nick and Jeff were moving the table up closer to the railing and it looked like Pete and Scott had stolen some more chairs. We were set up along the railing on either side of the net. Looked like a little horseshoe blockade. There were some extra people there too. Emma had said more people would show up for later games closer to dinner.  She introduced me to the new people, Nick taking care of the few she didn’t know. Emma passed on the beer, preferring to hydrate. Smart. I went for beer. I figured them playing the one seed was either going to be incredibly nerve-wracking or quickly depressing. I wasn’t sure which I dreading more. Either way, beer was the answer. Until shots were.

They called the teams to the court and Emma took a deep breath and jumped around a little. I was glad to see that. I was concerned because she hadn’t been as bouncy. “Ready to go, Tigger?”

She snorted a laugh, “If we win I’m going to need food. If we lose . . . I’m still gonna need food.”

All five of her teammates chimed in, “Me too.”

“You guys got this. You’ve been kicking ass. Just do what you do.” My attempt at a pep talk was appreciated by thanks and head nods.

Nick looked over and pointed, “Don’t forget the good luck kiss, man. Don’t break the streak.”

“I like him.” I gave her a quick kiss and sent her on her way.

The time between this game turned into more than thirty. The loser’s bracket was running behind and they wanted to even things out a little. If we won this team would go into the loser’s bracket and play someone so there would be more than an hour between the end of this and the next game.  The team stayed on the court and I listened to friends around me catching up.

Jacob, one of the newcomers, spoke up, “So Sebastian, on set, which of the Marvel guys was the biggest asshole?”

I had ready-made answers for this, but Sam put her hand on my arm and addressed him, “Yeah, we don’t do that. This isn’t a comic con.” She motioned to me with her hand, “This is our friend Seb, here for a volleyball game. If you have questions buy a ticket.”

Jacob held up his hands, “Fair enough.”

I shrugged, but inside I was cringing a little. Sometimes answering questions or taking pictures is the safer bet. I can control things a little better and ask people not to post anything for a little while. If you piss people off they do what they want without your permission.

I pointed my thumb at her, “Interviewing for my bodyguard.” Hopefully, that would break any tension.

Jacob laughed, “She doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit.”

The game started and I turned my back on everyone. Sam was beside me. “Renner.”

She looked at me confused, “What?”

“Renner’s the biggest asshole.”

We lost the first set. Badly. When Emma came over to switch sides she didn’t say a word. She popped up on the bench, gave me a kiss, and was off.  They started down by three in the second set. I leaned my elbows on the counter and looked back at Sam, “How’s she handle losing?”

Sam shook her head, “Haven’t lost yet. You’re a nervous little thing.”

“It’s new.”

“Sweet.” She looked out at the game then back to me. “She’s very competitive. Losing pisses her off, but she’s over it quick. Tequila helps.” She nodded toward the court, “But we haven’t lost yet.”

And we didn’t. One set all.

I wanted to vomit. I was tensing up with every play. Every time they scored, I was doing something. Yelling, “yes”. Making faces. Fist pumps. Banging on the counter. Anything to release the tension. There wasn’t anything dramatic, just solid play. Slowly we increased the lead. A point here, a point there. And they didn’t match it, didn’t catch up.

Twenty-five to nineteen. Sam and I both yelled, “Fuck, yeah!” at the same time.

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[writingkeepsmewhole]

Bad News

This is part 17 of Betrayal This is also fic 24 of my 365 fics challenge. 

Fic Summary: Dean gets some bad news.

Dean Winchester x OC Scarlet

Warnings:None?

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Part 1  Part 16

After we leave the rehab center Dean decided to get something to eat. Stopping at the diner close to his house, he turns the car off.

“You wanna go in? Or we can take something back to the house.” He says looking over at me.

“Let's go in.”

He nods and gets outta the car me following him. He waits by the hood of the car taking my hand when I reach him.

I smile at him us walking into the entrance of the restaurant.

“Scarlet!” Someone calls making my head snap up.

I smile and wave seeing Ruby her dragging Sam behind her.

“Are you guys going in?” She asks when she reaches us.

“Yeah you?” Dean answers her.

“Yes you guys wanna sit together?” She says smiling.

“It’s fine with me.” I say looking up at Dean.

“Lead the way.” Dean says pulling the door open and holding it for them to go in first.

Sam walks in requesting a booth for four. The man behind the podium smiles and leads us to the booth in the back corner.

I can’t help but crack a smile as I slide in the booth Dean sliding next to me.

“What are you grinning about?” Ruby asks looking at me. 

“This is the same place we came to when we went out drinking together.”

“It's the same booth and everything.” She says smiling.

Sam and Dean shake their heads sharing a look which most likely meant girls are weird.

“Hi I’m Shelly and I’ll be your server. What can I get you all to drink?” Says a teen with pink hair and a bright smile.

“She’ll have a sweet tea and I’ll have coffee.” Dean says ordering for me.

I smile finding that cute and sweet that he knew what I wanted.

“Water for me.” Sam says smiling at her.

“I’ll have a coke.” Ruby says not looking up from her menu.

“Okay I’ll be right back with your drinks.” She says smiling and walking away.

“You ordered a coffee for dinner?” I ask looking at him.

“Well I gotta drive so I can’t have a beer what else was I meant to drink, water?” He asks looking at me, him leaning on his folded arms.

“Yeah, or tea or pop.” I say smiling at his weirdness.

“Coffee’s fine.” He says shrugging looking down at his menu.

I shake my head and do the same.

“So what did you two do today?” Ruby asks folding her menu telling us all she knows what she wants.

“I cleaned all day and went to vist Rebecca.” I say looking at then back at the food options.

“Went to work and went with Scar.” Dean says not looking up.

“I thought you couldn’t see her.” Sam asks.

“Her doctor wanted us to go up there.”

“For what?”

“So she could apologize to us I guess. Get closer or something.” I say not thinking we did any good.

“What did she say?” Ruby asks just as Selly comes back with our drinks.

“Thanks.” I say looking at her as she hands me my tea.

She smiles back at me as my reply.

“So do we know what we want or do you need a few more minutes.”

“I’m ready.” Ruby says ordering the house sampler with extra fries.

“I’ll have the chicken salad.” Sam says handing his menu back.

“Give me the cheeseburger, onion rings and a slice of pie.”

“What kind of pie?”

“Surprise me.” He says smiling at her as he hands back the menu.

“Okay.” She says blushing.

I roll my eyes at her reaction. I wasn’t mad. Dean just had that way with women. He could make you melt with just a simple smile.

“For you?” She asks looking at me.

“I have no idea.” I say looking down at the menu.

“I can come back.”

“No, just give me one second.” I say feeling rushed and hating it.

“Give her the french toast. With a side of welldone hashbrowns.” Dean says once again ordering for me.

Shelly looks at me as if that is what I want.

“That’s fine.” I say giving her my menu. It’s something I would have ordered for myself.

“Alright I’ll have it out in just a bit.” She says smiling and leaving us alone.

“Do you always order for her?” Ruby asks seeming a bit annoyed by it.

“I know what she likes.” Dean says smirking behind his coffee cup.

“Okay eww.” She says making us all laugh.

“So did Scarlet tell you about Ruby losing her job?” Sam asks after our food is delivered.

“No she didn’t. I’m sorry to hear that.” Dean says eating an onion ring then handing one to me.

As if he knew I was gonna ask for one.

“I thought we could help them till they get back on there feet.”

“Sam you can’t pay for mine and your house.” She says glaring at him.

“I know that’s why I was thinking you move in with me.” He says smiling down at her his face a bit red.

“What?” She asks almost choking on a fry.

“Did that just happen?” I whisper leaning over towards Dean.

“It’s not a bad idea.”

“Where would I go?” I ask looking up at him. My eyes meeting his green ones.

“Move in with me duh.” He says making me blush.

“Wait really?”

He nods and leans forward kissing my nose then goes right back to eating. I sit there flustered and slightly in shock. Thinking what the heck just happened. 

It wasn’t brought back up us eating dinner and heading out.

Once outside we were saying our goodbyes when Dean’s phone started to ring.

“Yeah?” He answers.

“What?” He says his face losing all emotions.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah I’ll be there in the morning. Thanks for calling.” He says ending the call.

“What’s going on?” I ask the same time Sam does.

“Dad fell asleep at the wheal and got into a wreck. He’s alright just a few bumps and bruises but they are keeping him overnight because of the cancer.”

“You gonna go see him?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I feel like I have to. You can stay here I know you can’t miss work. We all don’t need to be jobless.”

“Hey.” Both me and Ruby say.

“You know what I mean. You care for another road trip?” He asks looking at me.

“Always.” I say smiling at him.

“I’ll see you later Sammy.” Dean says hugging his brother.

“Bye.” I say waving at them as I follow Dean to the car.

“You okay?” I ask once we are inside it.

“I’ve been better.” He says looking at me then starting the car.

Dean didn’t bother going back to his house. Him just getting the interstate. Which I understood he was worried about his dad. I was too. Dean had enough going on with Rebecca he didn’t need to lose his dad on top of that. 

It took us a few hours to get there. Dean calling and asking where the hospital was. When we got to it he parked in the underground garage but didn’t get out.

“What’s wrong?” I ask looking at him.

His hands were still on the wheel and he seemed almost glued in place.

“I don’t want to see him.”

“I thought-.”

“I can’t see him in a hospital. Not again.”

“Again?” I ask not ever knowing he was in one before.

“Yeah it's been a while, before he got remarried but I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“We were on our ways to Bobby’s. Dad wanted a weekend alone. I don’t think he liked us much as kids. Anyways we were coming threw a crossroads and got T-Boned by a simi. He got messed up pretty bad. Sammy got a broken arm. I was in a coma for a few days.”

“Oh my gosh Dean, that horrible.”

“Not really just a month or two of a headache. The worst part was seeing Dad hooked up to a bunch of machines his leg held together by pins and needles. I thought he was gonna die. All I could think about was what about me and Sammy. Where would we go?”

“What happened?”

“Bobby came and picked us up. Dad healed up and got out. He was different after that kinder and had more patience.”

“Your afraid he’s gonna go back to how he was before?”

“I don’t know what afraid of. I just don’t want to go in there.”

“Okay.” I say opening up the car door.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go check on John I’ll be back with an update.” I say looking at him after I get out of the car.

“I’m not letting you go while I sit in the damn car.” He says quickly getting out and slamming the door.

“I’m a man damn it.” He says briskly walking to the elevator. 

I laugh and shake my head following after him.

We ride the elevator up into the lobby of the hospital. Dean getting quite again. I grab his hand and pull him to the front desk.

“Can you tell me where John Winchester’s room is please?” I ask smiling at the man behind the desk.

“And you are?”

“I’m uh-.”

“I’m his son and she’s my wife.” Dean says making my stomach clench up.

I felt like we just crossed a line. It even more messed up than us sleeping together.

“Alright.” The man says typing something into his computer.

“Room 364.” He says looking back at us.

“Thank you.” I say walking to the elvatores that will take us higher into the building.

Dean gets quite again once we are in the elevator. I don’t think about it as I move closer wrapping my arms around his middle and hugging him as we ride to our destination. He returns my embrace in silence.

‘Please don’t be too bad’ I think when the elevator doors open.

Pulling away from Dean I take his hand once again leading him down the hall to the correct room.

I knocked on the closed door a John’s voice calling for us to come in. Pushing it open I walk inside to see him sitting up on the bed. Him looking normal except for a bandage on his eyebrow. 

“Well what are two doing here?” He asks a smile on his face.

“Came to see you duh.” I say moving to the side of his bed.

Dean’s grip tight in mine.

“Did Kate call you?”

“Yeah.” Dean says sounding tense.

“Y'all didn’t have to come all this way to see me.”

“We wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well have a seat make yourself comfortable.” He says patting the spot next to him.

Smiling I sit down on his bed Dean sitting the only chair in the room next to his bed.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

“The doctor has me on these new medications that apparently make me sleepy. I’m fine. Just jumped a curb nothing for you to drive all the way here for.”

“Well as long as you're okay.” I say patting his leg when Dean didn’t answer him.

“I appreciate you coming to see me, even though I told Kate not to tell you.”

“Why?” Dean asks.

“Because I know how much you hate these places no need to get you in one if you don’t need to be.”

“You gotta take care of yourself.” 

“I know Dean and I am. Just a mistake nothing to worry about.”

Dean clenches his jaw and doesn't answer him.

Hearing a knock on the door a nurse walks in her smiling at us.

“Visiting hours are over, so if you could please say your goodbyes.”

“Of course.” I say smiling at her.

“Well you two kids head on home. I’m fine I’ll be out tomorrow.” John says patting my hand.

“Call if anything happens.” Dean says standing up.

“Yeah yeah.” John says waving his hand.

“We’ll see you later okay?” I say standing up and leaning down to hug him.

I smile when he kisses my cheek.

“You keep him in line alright?” He says grinning.

“Will try my best.”

“See you later Dad.” Dean says hugging him.

“Now was that so bad?” I ask once we are back in the car.

“Guess now.” Dean says pulling out of his parking spot.

“Big brave Dean.” I say moving over to wrap my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder.

He drops his hand to my knee.

“You wanna drive home or get a hotel?” He asks looking at me.

It now almost midnight.

“Up to you.”

“I’d rather just head home.”

“Okay let's do it.”

“Awesome.” He says heading back towards the interstate.

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26 and 77 for the mash up list

Five Miles Is a Long Way to Walk In Florsheims

She really did it. 

She — she just pulled over, told me to get out, and — kept on driving. 

I know I was pissing her off this entire case (but especially today), I know I probably (definitely) pushed it too far when I did the vehicular version of Dutch-ovening her just now, a little juvenile humor to lighten the mood … ok, honestly, with the heat on, it was really kind of nauseating, even for me. 

She’s threatened to dump me out before, like a dad yelling at the kids to pipe down or he’ll make ‘em walk home. 

But — this time, she really did it. And here I am, by the side of a two-lane road in the far yonder of cow country, in a cold drizzling rain, in my suit (minus the jacket, which is … still in the car) and cheap dumb dress shoes from JC Penney — thank god I left my Nunn Bush oxfords at home, I guess? — watching the rented Ford’s taillights recede in the far distance.  

I’ll wait a few minutes. She’ll come back. 

Nope. It’s been fifteen already. New plan: Walk till I’m just over that next rise — probably she’s sitting there, waiting for me to catch up, parked on the narrow shoulder with the radio on one of her channels (theory: might’ve been the fourth airing of “Livin’ Lovin’ Maid” that pushed her over the edge; note to self, that’s enough classic rock for today). I’ll show up, she’ll forgive me, and we’ll get back to finding the Phantom Murderin’ Cowboy of BFE. 

*************

Nope. Fox and his tired old dogs are walkin back to Cowburg. 

*************

Five miles is a long way to walk in Florsheims, especially when the seams start to give and your socks are soaked and your hair is in your face and even your belt is ruined. It’s enough time to get titanically self-righteously angry, then run out of steam on that and rethink your position, then feel like utter dogshit for the way you’ve treated the most important person in your life, then script and rehearse your most abject apology speech dozens of times, refining it to remove all traces of self-pity and accusation and adding a few jokey lines so she knows it’s you and not some shapeshifting asshole wearing you as a skin suit or something. 

I’m — I’m properly chastened, is what I’m saying, and all I want is to get back in her good graces. And maybe get some dry clothes on; my balls are rubbed pretty raw at this point. 

Room 27, adjoining room 28, the last two on the end farthest from the road. I start to feel just how bad off I am as I cross the parking lot: I’m freezing, my left knee hurts like a bastard, my ankles feel swollen to the point of sloshiness, my back is killing me, and my feet — oh god, my feet … I limp to good old 27, then realize with a wave of despair that my key is in the pocket of my suit jacket, which I can see crumpled on the floor of the Taurus’s backseat. 

Shit. 

Rather than add “broken rental car window” to my list of crimes and expense items, I gather what’s left of my dignity — there ain’t much — and shuffle over to 28. 

“Knock knock, it’s the bog monster of Black Rock Creek, I’m here to —”

The door swings open so fast I almost fall through it. 

There she is, keys in hand and coat on — that determined/worried little furrow between her eyes quickly smoothing out and hiking skyward as she takes in my bedraggled state. I don’t get a chance to give my apology speech, because she’s already launched into hers: “Jesus, Mulder, you look like a drowned rat! I’m so sorry — I thought it was only a mile or so, but it took you so long, I got worried — you — I was so angry, I guess I just didn’t realize how far it was — oh, look at your shoes! I was coming to get you — god you must be so cold —”

The whole time, she’s dragging me inside, running to the bathroom to grab towels which she tosses at me, bending to help me shuck the worthless bits of leather that used to be size 11 Fed footwear, checking through my sopping-wet hair for head trauma — at least I think that’s what she’s doing, but I don’t really care cause it feels pretty good. 

But I can’t let her do all the apologizing, so all the while, I’m trying to interject with my own mea culpa — about how it’s OK, I’m OK, I was being a dumbass and I deserved it and I’m sorry for questioning her take on the third vic’s cause of death (she was right, I was reaching, and being a dick about it besides), if she wants to Dutch-oven me as revenge, I’ll take it like a man … 

That one finally makes her stop fussing and laugh, her big surprising Scully-laugh that makes me feel like a god for bringing it forth. 

“Mulder …” she finally says, looking me up and down with a mixture of pity and amusement that kinda makes me tingle. “I’ll save that idea for another time. Why don’t you go get a hot shower and I’ll — try to find something to eat. I’m already dressed to go out anyway.” 

I agree to this plan, and in less than an hour, we’re side by side in comfy warm sweatpants on the surprisingly decent couch, eating some of the best tortilla soup I’ve ever tasted. She brought icy cold glass bottles of Coke, too — “Hecho in Mexico, oh man, Scully, that’s the stuff!”

She puts hers down and hops up, going to dig something out of her trench pocket. “I almost forgot! I found something else to warm you up.” She holds it out to me — a pint bottle of Jameson’s. 

“Heyyyyyy!” I reach for it, cracking it open and smelling it. “Where’d you get this? I thought this was a dry county.” 

“It is,” she smiles, with an arch aren’t-I-clever look. “I bought it off the front desk clerk — smelled something on her breath and took the big investigative leap. She charged me a pretty big markup, but I thought it was worth it, under the circumstances.” 

I agree, and ask if we have glasses — but this isn’t the kind of place that furnishes barware, so I guess we’ll have to swig it like a couple of winos under a bridge. 

“I don’t mind swapping spit with you, Scully, if you’re ok with mine,” I say, landing a pretty ill-timed glance at her lips that I hope she doesn’t notice. 

She does. It makes her blush a little, which she brazens through with a big manly belt of the Jameson’s. She hands the bottle to me and dares me with her eyes to do better. 

I can’t, of course, but I try, and as the first gulp slides down my throat, warming me from the inside, I have one of those hot pulses of the deepest kind of affection for her — the kind that just shouts in my head, iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, so loud that I almost give it voice for real. 

But, of course, I don’t; we finish our dinner, taking occasional nips of whiskey, calling out increasingly sloppy answers at Jeopardy! and then Wheel of Fortune on the crummy motel TV. 

The news is next and neither of us is in the mood, so I click through the five working channels and get lucky: North By Northwest is just starting. I scooch around to get comfortable, but I must’ve stiffened up — both of my hip joints and something up high in my back crack audibly, and the girly scream whistling out of me at the way my calf just seized would be funny if it didn’t hurt so much. 

Well, I guess it’s funny to Scully — she laughs, but apologizes. Then laughs again. She’s ruthless, not to mention mean. I tell her so. She laughs harder. I pout dramatically, and eventually she relents.

“All right, all right — you’ll be useless in the morning if I don’t get you fixed up, and I don’t plan on carrying your bag through DFW airport. Get up on that bed, I’ll massage the kinks out.” 

I swear I do not even have time to open my mouth before she warns, deadly serious: “And if you say one word about this is how some of your favorite movies start —”

Ahh, she knows me, doesn’t she? 

I make like a totally innocent man — pure of heart, mind, and deed — and lie down on my stomach with my feet toward the headboard, propping my chin up on a pillow so I can keep watching the movie. Scully gets to work. 

And she’s good. Got those doctor hands. Whoever’s in 26 must think we’re making the world’s weirdest sex tape in here, or else that we’ve kidnapped a moose that sometimes converses with Cary Grant. 

By the time she gets to my feet, I feel like a melted marshmallow.  

Scully says dreamily, “I remember watching this once somewhere when I was about twelve, and thinking Eve Kendall was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.” I make an inquiring noise. “You know — this scene —”

They’re on the train. Eva Marie Saint’s lookin ol’ Archibald in the eye, telling him she’s twenty-six and unmarried and likes his face, how it’s gonna be a long night, and

“And I don't particularly like the book I've started,” Scully murmurs along. I crane my neck to look back at her; her lips curve upward in the most delicious-looking arc, her eyes twinkling with that sort of mischievous/impressed look she gets toward me sometimes. 

I love it, but it makes me a little jealous, so I tell her so. She just giggles and says, “Oh, don’t be jealous of old crushes!” I want to ask her who’s the crush, Eva Marie or Cary, but she grabs the other pillow and flops down on her stomach beside me and suddenly I can’t talk — I just lie there, grinning like a fool. 

She passes me the one-third-full Jameson’s — one more sip each before she caps it for the night. We watch for awhile longer. During the next commercial break, she turns to me, studying me with a gentle smile.  

“You look a little dopey,” she says fondly, and I laugh. 

“I’m also happy, sleepy, and tipsy — wonder where the other three dwarfs are?”

Her eyes are on the TV again. “Doc … Bashful … Horny …” 

Suddenly my heart is thumping way too hard. When I talk, it comes out softer than I meant it to. “I don’t think ‘Horny’ is one of the original septet, Doc …”

She shifts a little. She’s smiling but she won’t look at me. “Neither is ‘Tipsy,’ but I spotted you that one — fair’s fair, Mulder.”

“Oh, we’re being honest?” Where did this voice come from, the one that makes her shiver? There — just then — she did, she did shiver. I saw it. “Well, maybe there was a Horny. And a Woody, and a — Smitten, and a —”

“I think you better stop there, Prince Charming,” she interrupts, finally half-turning her face toward me. She still won’t make eye contact; maybe she knows, like I do, that if she does that, we don’t stand a chance of keeping this from happening. 

The thing is, I want it to. I have for a long, long time, and I think — so does she, so has she. 

That’s the source of so much of the tension between us; that’s really why we fought earlier, why there’ve been so many of these little flareups lately, embers dropped into dry grass and then stomped out with such vigor. We’ve been careful not to get into situations like this one, where the space separating us is so small that we can feel the other’s exhales on our own skin. 

I drop down from my elbows to lie flat, facing her. I can see her eyelashes silhouetted against the washed-out lights of 1959 onscreen. “Scully,” I say, barely above a whisper. 

It’s a long moment before she finally whispers back, “Not here.”

I know what she means, of course I do. Not on a case, not in a janky motel, not even a little bit under the influence. 

“Then where?” 

She shakes her head, a tiny movement that makes her hair fall forward, obscuring any part of her I could read. 

She doesn’t know? Or she doesn’t want to say? I can’t tell, so I try another question.

“Soon, do you think?”

She tenses, and for a second I think she’s going to get up, or order me out of here. But then she drops her head to the pillow, facing me. Her eyes are huge, serious, full of something unnameable that I nonetheless understand. 

“Soon,” she agrees. 

I nod, nearly overwhelmed by my love for her, the tremendous weight of this moment, the desire that’s been there for so long I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t. 

She reaches to touch my face, skimming lightly along one side, barely barely barely there on my eyelid, so softly; I close my eyes as she traces where she likes. 

Her hand falls eventually, coming to rest in the little valley between us. I take hold of it, gently, risking a glimpse at her. Her eyes are shut now, but I’m not sure she’s asleep. 

“I love you,” I say, but silently, the coward’s way. “So much.” 

If she hears me, it’s only subliminally; that’s all the daring I have tonight. Sweet dreams, Scully, I think as I drift off. Sweet dreams. 

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[Thanks for the long-ago prompt, anon -- from the Fic Trope Mashup list, Massage Fic and In Vino Veritas]

[petri808]

Request NaLu Natsu cheated on lucy and now he is trying to win her back but she refuses and leaves him and 5 years layer they meet again and get together

Here you go, I hope you like it :)  it worked well for the Day 5 Nalu Week prompt too.  

PS, If anyone is waiting on an Ask request from me, I’m working through them as soon as I can :)     

Pilot Episode, Take Two

@nalu-week Day 5 Trial prompt.  

“Are you fucking kidding me!”  

“L-Lucy, I can explain!”

“We’re done Natsu…”

When she opens her eyes again, the professor was still rambling on about expository writing. She rolls her eyes and stretches her legs under the desk.  This class was such a bore, but it was a requirement for the Journalism degree. Lucy sighs, and props her head up. Why had she been day dreaming about him again?  It’s been almost five years since they’d broken up and while he’d tried to win her back during their remaining months of high school, once they graduated, she’d moved on to college in Crocus and never looked back.  Heck, the only commonality was senior year, shewas now in her senior year of college that is.  

The droning voice of the teacher made it easy for her mind to wander away, back to that final year of school.  First, Natsu had tried the ‘it wasn’t my fault, she kissed me excuse.’  Yeah, she didn’t believe him considering his hand was… let’s just say underthe fabric of the girl’s top.  Then it became the ‘you’re the only girl I’ve loved’line.  Mmhmm, if he loved her so much, he wouldn’t be making out with another girl.  He tried sweet talking, sending her gifts, phone calls and text messages… oh god, the text messages.  She had to hand it to him, Natsu tried really hard to get a second chance, but Lucy hadn’t been ready to forgive and forget.      

There were moments that she almost caved into his pleas because the truth was…  She loved him.  But maybe that’s what hurt her the most and why she just couldn’t open her heart back up to him so soon.  Oh, well, it was ancient history and in less than two months she would be graduating with her degree and moving onto the next stage of her journey.

‘Congratulations Lucy! I knew you could do it <3’

Her cell had been blowing up all afternoon with calls or messages from friends and family wishing her well about graduating, but as she stared at this message, Lucy was dumbfounded. She didn’t recognize the number except that it had a Magnolia area code.  

‘Thanks!  UwU.  Who is this btw?’

‘Just an old friend from hs.’

Well that didn’t narrow anything down.  Lucy had been fairly popular in high school, so the culprit of the cryptic message came from a long list of suspects.  She nibbles at her bottom lip, should she push for an answer or just let it go?  

‘What ur name?’

But no answer ever came. Oh, Well.  With all the parties, packing, and moving from the dorms, Lucy forgets all about the encounter, the message being pushed lower and lower as other’s come through.  Thanks to an internship position her junior year, she’d even landed a job at Sorcerer’s Weekly here in Crocus, effective immediately.  It was a great opportunity and place to start her career.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Lucy’s editor shakes her hand.  “It’s so cool I get to work with you again!”

“Thank you,” she blushes. “I’m very excited to learn all I can from you Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t know, seems you’ve already got the inside track down,” he points to her desk.  “Someone is happy you’re here.  Wish I got flowers,” he chuckles.

Lucy looks at the cubicle and sees a large bouquet of red roses sitting on it.  “Who sent that?”  Jason just shrugs his shoulders.  She walks over with him in tow and finds the card, but all it says is ‘congrats on the new job Lucy’ with no sender given.  

“You’ve also been requested. It’s a really cool one too!!  We’ve been trying to line up an interview with them for months and they’ve told us no until now.  The lead singer asked for you by name.”

“Huh?”  Lucy is confused.  “But I don’t even know any singers.”

“Well he knows you,” Jason winks.

“W-Wait, who is he??”

“As part of the deal for the interview, we’re not supposed to tell you.  He wants to surprise you.  Oooh!”  Jason bounces from foot to foot in excitement.  “I wish I could be there to see it!”

“You’re not coming, I-I have to do my first interview alone?”

“You’ll be fine,” he claps her on the back, “and besides, you did good as an intern, so I know you’ll know what to do.  They’re out of town till next month, the date is written on your calendar.  Get settled in today and we’ll start tomorrow on your training.”

After Jason leaves, Lucy plops onto her chair.  Wow, that had been a rollercoaster!  Monday morning, first day on the job, flowers on her desk, and an interview already lined up. Had she won the lottery?  The date for the interview was three weeks away. Normally, Lucy wanted to know who she will be talking to, get some research in, and that way she’s prepared. She groans, this could turn out really good, or really bad.

Lucy picks up the card again to analyze it and the strangest feeling washes over her.  It reminded her of that text message she received two weeks ago.  She sits back, tapping the card on her chin.  Could it be the same person?  She pulls out her phone and scrolls down to look at it.  The verbiage wasn’t exactlythe same, but the creepy feeling had settled over her, that blaring alarm bell ringing and pointing towards a relationship.

‘Did you send me flowers?’  

‘Yes, did you like it?’

‘It’s very sweet of you, but it’s a little weird not knowing who you are.’

‘…… just think of it as me making amends.  Gotta run now.’

“Oh, no you don’t!”  She’s about to respond when one more message comes through.

‘I’m really glad you made your childhood dream come true Lucy.’

‘Please tell me who you are?!’

And just like the last time, the responses end.  “Ugh!” She drops her phone on the desk.  It was really irritating not knowing who the hell this secret benefactor was, but at least there were clues this time.  They knew about her goal from a young age and ‘Make amends…’  But who needed to make amends?  One blaring choice popped into her mind, but she hadn’t heard from himin years and didn’t think he even knew where she was.  Hopefully she’ll learn who this mystery person is some day.  

Over the next weeks, Lucy trains each day with Jason on the ins and outs of working for a magazine.  Their primary job was doing the interviews, but they worked closely with each of the different departments that puts the whole thing together from the photographers, writers, to the layout designer.  It was tiresome trying to learn so much, but she was having a blast doing it.  

Her anonymous benefactor hadn’t disappeared either.  At first Lucy was annoyed with this person’s seemingly intimate knowledge of her life, but as time progressed, she had to admit each act or gesture was endearing even when she didn’t completely understand what it meant.  From quotes or poems, she once loved to be being sent cute clothes in styles and colors she favored.  The things this person sent her never missed the mark!  They were spoiling her in such a charming manner, and it was driving her heart crazy.  

A knock at her door nearing 10pm, startles Lucy out of the zone she was in late one Saturday evening. “Pizza delivery.”  She hears from the other side.

She didn’t order any pizza. Cautiously, and leaving the chain on, she cracks opens the door, “That can’t be mine…”

“Internet order for Lucy Heartfilia, one medium pineapple pepperoni pizza and a bottle of diet Coke.”  The boy chuckles, “gotta say it’s an odd combo but well it’s already paid for ma’am so you might as well take it.”

Lucy blinks, it’s exactly what she would order, had she been the one who’d placed it.  “Alright.”  She accepts the delivery and puts it on her coffee table with an exasperated sigh. Oh, this had to be the myserious person.

‘Pizza at 10pm?!’

‘Guessed you still write late at night.  You tend to forget to eat when you do.’

She balks and stares at the response.  It was true and all but, ‘look thank you, I appreciate it but you are driving me crazy with this whole secrecy thing!’

‘I promise to reveal myself soon.  Sweet dreams Lucy <3’

On the morning of the interview, she’d shown up to work and to another ‘gift’ waiting on her desk.  Delivered directly by the jewelry store, it was a small gift box containing a charm bracelet.  Of all the presents, this was by far the most expensive to date.  Jason was freaking out just as much as Lucy was over her luck.  Each charm represented something truly special to her.  Ballet slippers from her youth, star is a love she shared with her mother, white dog marked her first pet, pen for a dream of writing, pink heart was her favorite color, but the sixth charm made her heart stop.  A flame.

“No…” she breathes out. “It can’t be.”

“What is it?!”  Jason bounces next to her unable to contain his excitement. “Spill it!”

“M-My ex…. I-I think it’s from my high school boyfriend.”

Jason’s eyes widen.  “Cool!!!  You should wear that to your interview, it’ll look good on you!”

“N-No, I-I can’t,” Lucy shuts the box and slips it into her purse.  She gathers her recorder, pad and pen, “I better get going, the car is waiting to take me to the interview now.”  Then takes off out of the office before Jason could say anything more.

During the whole car ride to the recording studio where the interview would take place, Lucy couldn’t get her heartrate to slow down.  Over and over she replayed all the anonymous contacts they’d had since graduation night.  The clues had all been there, but she’d never let herself believe it.  Five years…. Five years!  Why was he back now?!  And why was she so flustered?!  Ugh! She couldn’t go into this interview with her mind racing like this!  

“We’re here,” the driver breaks her out of her inner rant.  

“Oh,” Lucy looks up at the building.  “Thank you.”

She gets out of the car and a studio personnel takes her straight to a conference type room, explaining along the way that she’ll be interviewing the lead singer of an up and coming band.  The employee asks her to please wait there in the room, he’ll be there shortly.  Lucy fidgets in her seat.  ‘Calm down, calm down,’she chants with her eyes closed, ‘get through the interview, go home and scream…’

The door opens.  Lucy looks up and the person that greets her was the one person she didn’t know if she wanted to see.  

“Natsu…”  She jumps up from her seat as he comes closer.

“Hey Lucy,” he nervously cups the back of his neck.  “Sorry for the…”      

“It was you!” she punches his chest.  “All this time!  All this time…” she hits him over and over as all of the pent-up emotions she’d been feeling erupts, and tears stream down her cheeks.  “Why?!” Lucy finally stops and slumps against his chest sobbing hysterically.

Natsu had expected a harsh reaction, knowing Lucy’d received the bracelet that morning and it gave too pointed of a clue for her not to realize its sender.  He says nothing and simply wraps his arms around her, just letting the woman release everything she’s been holding in for probably the last five years. As her sobs slow, he cradles her head gently against his chest, rubbing small circles along her back.  He buries his nose in her hair, oh, how he’s missed her scent, and kisses her crown.

“I’ve missed you so much Lucy.”  When her only response is a sniffle, Natsu continues.  “I was an idiot in high school to have lost you and these last five years have been empty because of it.  So, I had my manager help me track you down and that’s how I knew about graduation, your new job, and stuff.”

Her voice is soft, and the anger had dissipated from her tone.  “Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”

“I didn’t know if you would answer if you knew it was me.  I gave up winning you back once when I was too dumb to realize…” he lifts her chin, “so this time I wanted to show you how much I still love you.”

“You do?”

He nods his head, eyes crinkling when he smiles and gazes back at her.  Natsu smooths a thumb over her cheek, “you are still so beautiful Lucy…”

She averts her eyes. It was all so much to take at once. Not only was her ex the anonymous person but finding out he’s a singer in a band that was growing in popularity. How would she know that this was real and that one day some groupie wouldn’t come along, and she’d catch him cheating again?  

Lucy sucks in the corner of her lip as she processes the situation, but Natsu knows that tell instantly. “Lucy, I swear on my mother I will never hurt you like that again.”

“You can’t make a promise like that.”

“Why can’t I?  The fact I haven’t had a girlfriend since you left me should tell you something.  I know now, I don’t want anyone else but you.  And if you still don’t believe me, just ask Gray yourself, he’s still my best friend and knows everything I’ve done this whole this time.”  Natsu takes her hand, “please just give me a second chance Lucy.”

She was so torn.  A part of her still loved him too, and she wanted to believe this could work…

“Okay.”

“Really,” his eyes brighten, “you’ll be my girlfriend again?!”

Damn it his grin was still irresistible!  “Yes,” she exhales and squeezes his hand back, “I’ll be your girlfriend again. But so, help me Natsu if you screw around this time, I will cut something off!”

“Oof,” that sent a phantom pain to his groin, but he couldn’t blame her for the comment.  “You won’t regret it, I swear it.”

Lucy nods and stands up straight, recollecting her thoughts.  “Now that that’s settled, am I still doing an interview or was that just to set up this meeting?”

“Oh!  Right!” Natsu chuckles, “that’s real.”  He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door, “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band first…”  

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[beckettsmeckett]

Traitor - 1:1

Hey guys! The first chapter of my fic is done! I don’t usually write so it may not feel quite right. It is pretty graphic (not smut) and gruesome and down right weird. So give it a read and tell me what you think!

THUMP! Ryan hit the brakes and the car screeched to a stop. He and Lindsay looked at each other and the spiderweb of cracks across the windscreen before sprinting out of the car. They ran under the bridge towards the body that was twitching on the ground, a broken noose pulled tight against the person’s neck, blood trickling out of their mouth. Lindsay gasped as the person’s eyes opened and they flailed their arms at the noose. Ryan pulled out one of his knives and hacked away at the thick rope until it was in tatters; the person gasped and choked on the blood and oxygen flooding into their lungs before passing out from the exhaustion. Lindsay picked up the stranger and put them in the back of the car and noted the expression on Ryan’s face, “Hey, we hit them, so we should help them, it’s only fair.” Ryan sighed and got into the car, popping out the destroyed windshield and lowering the roof of the car. Lindsay got in the back and pulled out her phone as Ryan pulled away.

    “Hey Geoff, tell Jack to get the med kits we’ve picked someone up who needs help”

“Ok, we’ll be ready for you when you get home. Hey Jack-”

Lindsay looked at the person more closely they were filthy, clothes in tatters, dirt and bruises covering their skin, blood was still running out of their mouth and Lindsay hoped it wasn’t from them hitting the person as they fell. 

    When they got back Jack and Gavin were waiting for them and helped to carry the person in and placed them on their back on the sofa. All of the crew stood and stared at the unconscious body.

“So... uh... What happened here?” Geoff asked turning to Lindsay and Ryan “You guys went out for late night groceries and came back with this guy”

“Well, um... we were driving to the supermarket downtown as they had a sale on diet coke and just after we came out from under a bridge this guy crashed into our windshield with a snapped noose around his neck. Ryan shrugged at Geoff. Suddenly the person on the sofa started to convulse and choke, spitting blood all over themselves

“Jesus!” Jack cried and pulled them onto their side, as they turned their mouth opened and blood poured out. “Christ, we need stop this bleeding, where is it all coming from?” He presses down on their chest, feeling for broken ribs. 

“Ryan?” Gavin looks over to Ryan who is drawing circles in the carpet with his foot.

“I’ve been thinking and I might know who did this and why he’s bleeding so much” Ryan walks over to the body and peers into their mouth “Yep... Thought so. They’ve cut out his tongue. “Gavin gagged as Ryan wandered into the kitchen and turned on the gas hob to full and began to heat up one of his knives. “We need to cauterize the wound, or else the bleeding will never stop because the blood can’t clot due to the saliva in your mouth,“ He said matter of factually when he saw the looks on the crews’ faces. Once the blade was red hot, he brought it over to the stranger, “Jeremy I need you to pin down the legs; Micheal, you’ve got the arms and body; Jack, I need you to hold the head steady; Lindsay, prep some pain relief; Geoff, see if you can find some spare clothes and bedding for him and Gavin... Go to your room, you won’t want to see this.”  As everyone assumes their assigned positions, Geoff is shocked at how easily Ryan can control the rest of the crew without even a complaint or question from the others, it amazed and worried him but Geoff knew that Ryan would never overstep his mark, he was too afraid of losing the crew.

    “You all ready? Ok. Three, two, one! “ Ryan plunged the knife into their mouth and they can all hear the sizzling of flesh for a second before it is drowned out by screaming and thrashing. Ryan nearly slices the remaining tongue when their eyes fly open and he is greeted with the most emerald eyes he has ever seen. He pulled the knife out and Lindsay gives them a shot of morphine straight in the chest. In seconds the thrashing stops and the person lies awake but in a blissful haze. “What’s your name?” Lindsay asks but all she gets is a happy gurgle and pointing at their chest. “Chest, chest, chest... Chester! Can we call you Chester?” Lindsay questions, proud of her charades skills. Chester shrugs and gurgles. Lindsay practically shoves Ryan out of the way, almost burning herself on the still hot knife in his hand. “Ok love, I’m Lindsay and this is Jack we’re gonna get you cleaned up. Come on, up we get” Lindsay coaxes Chester’s arms around Jack and together they practically drag them through to the bathroom, giving Gavin the all-clear on the way past. 

“Did that just happen?” Ryan said to no-one in particular. 

“Yep, Lindsay just stole your patient Dr. Haywood” Jeremy replied with a smirk as Ryan started towards him with the knife.

    Once in the bathroom, Jack ran a nice warm bath and Lindsay stripped off Chester, who, while awake, they were definitely not lucid. Lindsay was shocked when she saw that underneath the tattered clothes their skin was covered in blood and grime so dense it was basically a second skin; but it was nothing when she pulled off the underwear expecting to see male genitalia considering Chester was as flat as a tea tray, to find nothing: nothing at all, there was just smooth flesh Jack looked over and saw the horror on Lindsay’s face and went as white as a sheet when she saw too. They put Chester in the bath and began to wash them down with flannels and soap in silence, both registering what they had just seen. As the muck was washed away they weren't even surprised to see that every inch of Chester’s body was covered head to toe in scars of all kinds: deep, old, shallow, new, smooth, jagged, burns. But what caught their eye was where Chester’s breasts should have been there being two silvery scars and underneath those seemed to be fresh cuts, barely even scabbed over yet, jagged and scrawled but still legible in the word TRAITOR. Lindsay and Jack exchanged a glance that said it all ‘who was Chester and who did this?’ before going back to cleaning Chester off and dealing with the many other minor wounds she had.

The remaining crew sat in silence, waiting, until Gavin threw a question at Ryan unexpectedly, “How did you know what to do?” he quipped causing Ryan to start out of the doze he had drifted into. “What do you mean?” he fired back, hating how Gavin always asked a question he didn’t want to answer; despite opening up to the crew overtime, he wasn’t ready to tell them everything, yet. 

“You know, Ryan, how come you knew exactly what was wrong and how to deal with it. You even said you knew who did it and yet you haven’t said a word since. What do you know Ryan?” Gavin leaned forewords in his seat, knowing you had to be precise with Ryan or he would find a way to avoid giving an actual answer. 

Ryan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything” he mumbled before leaning forwards and giving Gavin his best Vagabond stare that could turn Medusa to stone. “Before I was with you guys. Before I was as well known. I was strapped for cash, several jobs had gone wrong and I was desperate. I had heard the rumors in the sewers of humanity that there was a man who needed people. What for no-one knew, but it wasn’t for whores or trafficking like the normal scum, so I did what I had to do. I had befriended a squatter nearby and told them that I had come through on the promise I had made when I was richer. I told him that I had found a home for him and I was to take him there straight away. He didn’t suspect a thing, he was as desperate as me for some kind of hope, too hungry to see the trap. I doomed that man. My only friend for a long time and I led him to his death like a lamb to the slaughter. I sold him to his fate for a pittance, barely enough for a meal, one he would never get to have. The Puppeteer they called him. when I sold my friend to that -that madman- you know what he did Gavin? He killed him right in front of me, slit his throat and pulled out his eyes and then he had the audacity to offer me the rest of the body back. I was too furious to move when I heard a scream. Some guards brought in a naked girl, barely ten years old, saying how they found her trying to escape through the vents and the puppeteer laughed and told the guards to hang her up, they tied a noose around her neck and raised it until her feet just touched the floor if she really stretched. He beat that girl till she was blue and then he pulled out the same knife he had to slit my friend’s throat with and cut out her tongue. He then pulled a brand from somewhere in his hellhole and branded her stomach with the words ‘DESERTER’ laughing the whole time. He is the only one who I have seen to hang and mute for disobedience -for anything. He must be the one who did this, and Chester must be one of his. Poor guy...” Ryan trailed off and sat back, stuck in the memory. Gavin stared at the floor, regretting with every bone in his body for asking the question. After a minute, Geoff broke the silence, “we’re going after this puppeteer guy, right? We can’t leave a man like that alive. Not while people like Chester are suffering.” Geoff’s voice brought everyone’s mind back to the present and as if on cue Jack and Lindsay returned to the living room.

   “She’s in really bad condition. We think that Chester should go to the hospital tomorrow for a check over” Lindsay’s tone was somber, and the crew instantly knew how bad it was.

    “Chester’s sleeping in my room right now.  She’s a real mess.” Jack was standing up straight with a fire in her eyes. Geoff looked at the clock and rubbed his face with his hands, daylight was already brightening the sky “come on everyone, we ought to go to bed now, really.” The rest of the crew murmured their assent and sloped off to their rooms until only Geoff and Ryan were left. Geoff sidled into the kitchen and grabbed two diet cokes from the fridge and went to offer Ryan one. However, Ryan just collected his mask and jacket, which he had previously thrown over the back of the sofa, and all but sprinted to his room, leaving Geoff standing alone in the kitchen.

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Seven Years Later || Part One || Sweet Pea

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

summary: Seven years after leaving Riverdale and your boyfriend behind, you rush home after your father is hospitalized for a heart attack.  It’s been seven years since you’ve even seen Sweet Pea, and now you’re not sure you’ll be able to avoid the onslaught of painful memories.

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When I stepped off the plane to see none other than Jughead Jones waiting for me, one thought crossed my mind: Why the fuck is he still wearing that goddamn beanie?

"Hey, you," Jughead greeted me, pulling me into a warm hug.  He was taller, broader, no longer the skinny kid I graduated with, but a man.  Guilt washed over me when I saw the simple gold band on his finger.  

"Jughead, I—you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He took my bag from me. "This has got to be hard enough right now, and a taxi ride back to Riverdale would've cost you a fortune."

I bit my lip and nodded. "Thanks.  Any news?"

"Well, he was definitely feeling better when I left." Jughead chuckled. "I mean, he was cursing up a storm about how he had to have a goddamn heart attack to get his daughter to come home."

Guilt washed over me again, and I wanted nothing more than to march myself back to the ticket counter and buy myself a one-way flight back to Chicago.  I was already missing my cozy apartment, my fluffy dog that had been with me since I rescued him as an undergrad.  

"I don't know how I'm going to face him, Jughead."

"Your dad?  What are you talking about?  He's not mad, not really.  I mean, you fly him out to Chicago like twice a year and you meet him in New York all the time.  It's--" He stopped when he saw my face. "Oh, you didn't mean your dad."

I shook my head. "No.  Dad gives me shit, but he doesn't mean it.  I'm more concerned with--" I couldn’t bring myself to even say his name.

"I know."

"Has he been there?"

"Hasn't left his side.  He's the closest thing he has to a father, you know."

"I know, which is why I almost didn't come.  I can't bear the thought of facing him." I clung tightly to my purse, and my head started to throb.  When we stepped out of the airport into the cool night air, it was bone-chilling instead of refreshing.  I sucked in a breath, and my lungs burned.

"He hasn't been mad in a long time, like six years, eleven months."

I scoffed. "It's not his anger I'm worried about.  I broke his fucking heart."

"You broke each other's hearts," Jughead corrected. "He would have hated himself if he didn't let you go."

"We could have been happy together," I said softly.

"Not if you were stuck in Riverdale." Jughead led me to his car and put my bag in the backseat. "No matter how much he loved you, you would never be happy in Riverdale, going to Sweetwater Community.  You knew that, he knew that, we all knew that.  You had to go."

I bit my lip, holding back tears as I buckled my seatbelt. "We could have made it work."

"It's been seven years.  When are you going to stop telling yourself that?"

Resting my forehead on the cool glass of the window, I shook my head. "Probably never."

"That's not healthy."

"My therapist keeps telling me that." I sighed, my breath fogging up the glass. "I don't know why I can't let go of a one year, high school relationship from seven fucking years ago.  It's downright pathetic.  Like, day to day, I'm fine.  I have friends, a social life, a great job, everything, but then I try to start a relationship, and I turn into one big basket case of unresolved emotional baggage."

Jughead sighed slowly. "You're going to have to face him, you know.  It's not like you can spend any length of time in the Southside, with your dad, surrounded by Serpents, and avoid him completely."

"I know." I sat up and reached over to squeeze his hand. "And Jughead?"

"Yeah?"

"I am so sorry for missing your wedding."

~~~

"Dad!" I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him sitting in his usual armchair, a glass of water in one hand and his phone in the other.

"Hey, kiddo." His face cracked into a smile when he saw me. "It's been too long."

I rushed over and pulled him into a hug. "I was so fucking worried when the doctors called me, Dad.  Don't you ever scare me like that again."

He laughed, holding me close. "No promises, kid."

"I swear to god, Dad, I will move my ass home to burn every last cigarette and toss every last beer," I warned. "Don't think I won't."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, kid, don't worry.  You're not the only one purging the house." He gestured at the fridge. "Take a look—the kid cleared out everything that he deemed bad for my heart."

My heart thumped in my chest.  Even he wouldn't say his name in front of me.  It must have been obvious how much of a basket case I was.

"He left when I told him you landed," he said. "First time I've gotten him out of here since the doctor's cut me loose."

Biting my lip, I shook my head. "I guess he doesn't want to see me as badly as I don't want to see him."

"Not true.  His eyes fucking light up when he heard you were coming home.  He only left because he knew you'd want him to.  I mean, the kid's no moron about why you never visit."

I sighed, walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "Dad, this visit is about you, not him."

"And how long do you plan to stay?"

"I took off the rest of the week."

"And you plan to avoid him for that long how?"

I shrugged. "A combination of hiding myself in my room and drinking exclusively on the Northside."

"So you're not going to visit Toni or Fangs, maybe F.P., Laura?"

"I don't know, Dad." I clenched my jaw in frustration. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to see them, but I'm sure as hell not setting foot in the Wyrm."

"Whatever you say, kid, whatever you say."

I sat down on the couch, fixing my gaze out the window.  It was the same view from seven years earlier.  It almost made me feel like nothing had changed.  Of course, that wasn't the case.  Everything had changed.

~~~

After three days in Riverdale, I was going stir-crazy.  I had gotten to the point of getting in the truck and just driving down the Sweetwater River highway.  It used to be my go-to route when I needed to get away, and it still worked well.  Unfortunately, Laura hadn't stopped texting me since I was home.  Although I had seen her semi-regularly since I moved, it had been months since we'd seen each other.

My phone rang from the seat next to me, and against my better judgment, I picked up.

"Hey, Laura."

"Hey there, Miss Social Recluse.  Come to the Wyrm."

"Not likely."

"Oh, fuck off.  He's with your Dad, which usually means he'll be gone 'till the old man goes to sleep."

I rolled my eyes.  While everyone else felt awkward enough to dance around the subject, Laura was not having it.

"Fine."

"Finally.  I'll have a whiskey-coke waiting for you."

"Make it a double."

I could practically hear her smile. "See you soon."

"See you soon."

~~~

When I got to the Wyrm, it was just starting to get dark, and the familiar glow of the bar made my chest hurt.  I wondered if that was what a heart attack felt like—after all, it might run in the family.  Steeling my nerves, I pushed open the door, and it was like going back in time.  

The bar looked almost exactly the same—the same dingy bartop, the same red barstools, the same neon PBR sign behind the bar.  The only thing I could spot that was different was the TVs.  They had been replaced.  I couldn't help but smile—the cracked TVs had always been a pet peeve of his, so it made sense that he replaced them when he took over as manager.

I pulled my sleeves down past my hands, grateful that I had worn a long sweater.  I could practically feel the snake insignia burning a hole in my forearm.  I'd never gotten rid of it, even when it meant I had to be extra careful what I wore to work.  A lawyer with a gang tattoo wasn't exactly a good look.

"Well looks who's here," a deep, sing-songy voice called across the bar. "Back from the dead."

I looked over to see Fangs sitting on a barstool.  My jaw almost dropped.  I didn’t think it was possible, but he had somehow gotten both bigger and hotter. "Fangs!" I walked over, my low heels tapping the wood floor. "Oh my god, it's so good to see you."

He stood up and pulled me into a tight hug, his muscled arms wrapping around me that felt infinitely familiar. "It's been too long."    

"It has." Before I could get another word out, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder.

"Alright, my turn."

"Toni." I couldn't contain my smile.  Toni had barely aged a day.  Her pink hair was gone, replaced with her natural brunette, and her style had grown up a little bit, but she was still the same Toni.

"Hey, girl." She hugged me, and she still smelled like vanilla. "I've missed the hell out of you."

"I've missed you too."

"Okay, okay, everyone's had their turns, and now it's mine."

Recognizing the voice immediately, I turned, my grin growing. "Laura Fogarty, you better be glad I came."

Laughing, she nearly tackled me in a hug. "You don't know how good it is to see you!" Lifting me off my feet, she swung me around as I shrieked with surprise.  

"Laura, you bitch!" I laughed.

She laughed harder, setting me back down for another hug. "God, I fucking missed you.  It is so good to see your Ivy League ass in Riverdale again."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess it's not the worst thing being back."

We settled in for a drink, and the conversation flowed easily.  Jughead got there a few minutes later, and it almost felt like old times again.  If anyone was hyper-aware of the ex-boyfriend sized hole in the group, no one showed it.  

As we talked, I could practically feel his arm around me, resting in the spot just above my hips, holding me close like he needed the contact.  I swallowed the lump in my throat and washed it down with another sip of my drink.  Laura had lived up to her promise, and it was strong.

"So, how's Chicago?"

I shrugged. "So far, I like it.  I don't know how long I'm going to be there, though, because I've been getting some recruitment calls from firms in New York."

"I bet your dad would love that," Toni observed.

Smiling, I shook my head. "Yeah, he's made it very clear where he'd rather I work.  It's hard, though, because I do really like the firm I'm at now."

The conversation was light, easy, and the drinks flowed freely.  We talked about Laura's job teaching, Fangs's promotion to manager at the garage, Jughead and Betty's latest house drama, and Toni's new Master's degree.  After a while, the phantom arm faded, and I finally started to relax.  That should have been my cue to get the hell out.

Behind me, the door to the bar opened, and Laura cut off mid-sentence.  The look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.  As my heart sped up to a lightning pace, I gulped down the rest of my drink and turned around.

He was older, for sure.  His hair was longer, and slight laugh lines creased his eyes.  There was a new scar close to his hairline, and he seemed impossibly taller.  The Serpent coat he was wearing wasn't new, but it wasn't the same one I'd borrowed so many times.  Clearly, he was too big for that one, having filled out from a teen to a man.  His lips were the same, as were his hands.  I couldn't look away from his hands.  Then, I was forced to look at his eyes.  Of course, they were the same, exactly the same.  In fact, they even held the same hurt expression I'd last seen over seven years earlier.

"Hey, Sweet Pea."  

~~~

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH29

PARTY TIME. The former monsters crash a party but it turns out that everyone’s human forms are a bunch of embarrassed nerds. Chucky suggests a hostile takeover and Pinhead yells at them for showing up uninvited. (Turns out a lot of people don’t like Freddy and his friends in this town) Meanwhile Robert Gray accidentally gets LIT and Leech shows off her bartending skills. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG! 

I’m going to start including a song to go with some of these chapters so feel free to check back to previous ones and possibly stay tuned for a playlist! 

The song for this one is Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo

CH29

Its a Dead Mans Party

When they arrived to the night club the gang expected a party. What they got was a bunch of ashamed former monsters shuffling awkwardly around. Once intimidating living nightmares were now average everyday outcasts too scared to leave the wall incase someone might recognize who they really were.

“This is the most depressing scene I’ve ever witnessed.” Freddy frowned looking out at the club.

“How are we going to find a Halloween god when the very creatures who make the holiday  scary are sulking in the corner because they suddenly have weird teeth and zits again?” Leech groaned.

Chucky took a step forward and cracked his knuckles.“Ahem while I dont want to participate in your shenanigans, I refuse to attend something so dead. So Fangs, Krueger I think we need to do a little CPR.”

“Are you suggesting a hostile take over?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“Wait wont you get caught? They weren’t invited!” Tiffany hissed at her husband

“They’ll be begging us to stay when we’re finished here sweet cheeks.”

“This isnt the first CPR we’ve preformed. Nothing to worry about we got a party master among us.” Leech grinned and gestured to Freddy “Krueger! Work your magic.”

“With pleasure Fangs.”

“And none of this Monster Mash bullshit guys! Give us something we can work with!”

Freddy smirked pulling out a pair of sunglasses and opened his arms as he walked down the stairs like some sort of messiah of debachery. Chucky grabbed his wife by the arm and followed after him while Leech tapped her mate on the cheek and made her way to the bar. The players took the field with confidence, Chucky and Leech kicking out the sulking DJ and bartender taking their place and signaling to the former dream demon they were ready.

Freddy caught the microphone tossed to him from the DJ booth and tapped it “You assholes call this a party? Seems like not inviting old Freddy was the wrong idea. Let’s change that shall we? Chuck, gimme some music.”

An upbeat song blasted through the speakers. Leech spun a tumbler on her palm and tossed a bottle of vodka into the air, quickly pouring out drinks faster than she probably ever had before. Freddy began placing bevrages in peoples hands and pulling groups onto the dance floor. Life started to be forced back into the event. People were enjoying themselves more and more even Leatherface started dragging folks in with Freddy.

Leech glanced over to the handsome man in the Spiderman outfit perched on the fruthest bar stool scanning the scene intently infront of him. The song Dead Man’s Party began to play and people moved towards the dance floor away from the bar giving her a moment to slide a drink over to him.

“You looked like you could use a pick-me up.” she glanced over and smiled at him when he raised his head up at her watching her stuff a tip into her coat. Robert picked up the drink without saying anything. Leech frowned and walked up to him “This is a party remember? You’re allowed to enjoy yourself.” she said leaning over the bar. He rolled up the mask on his face and sipped the rum and coke still not saying a word.

“Pen.” she frowned using his clown name to get his attention. “What’s wrong huh? I know we’re looking for the kid but take your own advice and enjoy the hunt a little.”

“That’s not my name.” he grumbled. Leech narrowed her eyes when she realized he was embarrassed. He was such an overly proud creature and being seen by others as anything but superior was severly affecting his ego. The former vampire grabbed his chin and turned it to face her ignoring a couple incoming drink requests.

“Look, I know you have been humiliated today, and I know you hate being a human but this is only temporary you’ll be back to your old self soon. You’re always going to be a perfect evil godlike entity no matter what skin you wear….especially to me.”  

Robert still didnt respond but he pulled off the mask completely and looked off to the side.

“All right fine if you’re not going to start having fun I’m going to make you have fun.” his mate growled leaving the bar briefly to pull him back behind it with her.

“What are you doing Leech let go of me” he snarled reluctnantly following her.

“You may be human but my goofball killer clown is still in there and I’m going to bring him out even if it involves kicking and screaming.”

“And how are you planning on doing that?” he grumbled.

Leech gave him a warm smile and picked up four shot glasses beginning to juggle them. The former clown arched an eyebrow in mock interest. His mate smirked and tossed a glass at him which he reflextibly caught and threw back to her glaring a bit. When she caught it she tossed another to him. his scowl softened slightly when he tossed it back at her. Leech tossed another to him followed by another until they were full on juggling. She beamed at him when his expression could no longer hold back the his grin. They continued their routine till there was a small crowd gathered around them to watch. Some were actually suprised to see the clown doing actual clown things as if there was a rumor going around that he couldn’t.

“You know I love this song.” she said collecting all four of the glasses and setting them on the bar in a line. “Pass me the clear bottle and the red one” she said picking up a tumbler. Robert tossed them over to her she caught one in her cup and bounced the other a few times on her elbow the crowd cheering a bit. She set the one bottle down and poured the red one in her tumbler and tossed it away to her partner. “Here make yourself useful, the two top right ones next.” they put on quite the little show together both of them genuinely having fun with one another. Tiffany elbowed her husband and pointed at their housemates. “Did you know he actually could juggle?”

“Unfortuneately, yes.” chucky groaned. Tiff gave him a questioning look “Let’s just say that their practicing is the reason I dont eat dinner at the table anymore.”

“That explains the wobbling” Tiff replied while cringing.

When she was done Leech passed out several shots to the crowd and handed one to Robert taking the last one in her own hand. “All right drink this with me. Hold out your arm.” the confused ex-eldritch abomination did as she instructed and his mate linked her arm around his. “We take it together at the same time.”

“Am I going to like this?”

“Don’t worry its sweet.” she teased him a bit knowing her lover tended to only eat things that were 80% sugar. She counted to three and they tipped their shots back. Robert made a face and shook his head a bit. Leech laughed and lightly tapped his cheek “You alright there big guy?”

“It burns and I feel warm.”

“Well yeah you already had one drink and I just fed you a giant shot.”

“You’re a bad influence.” he narrowed his eyes at her. The former vampire poured dark honey colored liquid into her shot glass and knocked it back. “There now I’m catching up to you.”

“We have a task to accomplish Leechie.” he grumbled Leech rolled her eyes in response making another few drinks and shoving one in his hands. “Enjoy the damn party Robert.” The shut his eyes and took a sip cursing humans and their self destructive habbits.

“CLOWN!” a mousy looking man in leather shouted.

“Is that Pinhead?” Leech asked throwing a wash rag over her shoulder “Holy fuck it is! You assholes messed up my tits!” she snarled at him.

“I dont mind them.” Robert said cooly while sipping his drink.

“Bob no.”

“I seem to recall you fully agreeing to that modification vampire.”

“I….lets not go into.…that….”

“Yes there is a different matter at hand. I came here to remove you from my establishment friends of Krueger are not allowed due to the.. liabilities…”

The former cenobite glared at the couple, Leech looked as if she was readying herself for a fight. Robert finished his drink and stepped forward pushing his mate lightly to the side.

“You seem to forget that I own this town, you are simply beng allowed to stay and I’m a bit offended I was not invited.”

“All we wish is to keep the dream demon and his associates out….especially with what happened at the last event he attended….”

“His associates being my mate? Is is wise hell priest to ban her simply for being friends with Krueger? If I must tolerate his presence then so will you.” Robert was starting to feel in control again when the hell preist backed down. He wasnt sure if it was the liquid courage he consumed or his beloved’s efforts to cheer him up but his ego was finally feeling restored. It was time to remind everyone of their place in his town and who stood on top. “I seem to recall you allowed harm to come to her when she spent time with you did you not?” he growled and loomed over the man letting his height aid in his intimidation “I think you owe me for your screw up.”

Leech tapped his arm. “Psst ask for free drinks I’m running out of tip money to pay for ours.” she said with a small whisper.

“….And free drinks” Robert rolled his eyes and placed a large hand on her hat.

“I would rather have no qualms with you. Get rid of Krueger and she may stay.”

“That wouldn't be advisable.” Leech said leaning on the bar pouring herself another drink now that it was free.

“And why is that?”

“One, Krueger Chucky and I brought this party back from the dead you needed us. Two, if you ever want to go back to being a hell priest and making that outfit actually work for you I suggest you let us continue working here.” Leech sipped a glass of whiskey and grinned smugly at the former Cenobite.

“You know how to solve this problem?”

“That’s why were here. The other clown and dracula are bringing what we need as we speak.” Robert relaxed his tense muscles into a more causal stance when he sensed the Cenobite leader backing off.

Pinhead glanced at the crowd of awkward looking humans shuffling around attempting to dance and sighed. “We are counting on you to succeed then….and clown, the invitation to the afterparty still stands…to the both of you…” he turned and walked away.

Both former monsters cringed. “And with that horrible thought I’m going to need another drink” Leech turned around and grabbed a bottle of rum.

————-

They had been there a couple hours and Robert Gray was starting to feel the room spin. He had only had a few drinks that his mate insisted on yet he was starting to feel the effects. This human beverage must be the reason they’re all so inferior. Just a few glasses of it and it was like his head was swelling with the music and his limbs felt heavy. He twisted his head over to Leech who somehow was was still standing despite having drank twice as much as he did. She was shouting something to a small crowd about piercing Freddy’s other nipple which frankly he had no desire to ever see again. Instead he sat with his head back against a couch hoping to just let this feeling pass quickly when suddenly the doll and his wife plopped down next to him. The former clown rolled his head over to acknowlege thier presence.

“Jingles! Jingles are you drunk?!”

“Leechie did it.” He managed to slur out.

“Oh man big biiiiggg mistake Jingle Bells. You never try to keep up with Fangs and Freddy”

“I remember the one time I smoked weed with her, and lemme tell ya I was high for two days!” Tiffany added “Ya gotta know your limits with that one, she’ll kill ya.”

“Did-did you just call me Jingle Bells?” Robert squinted and shook his head a bit to clear it “Nevermind the Sam-Whatever god have you seen him?” he was finding it hard to form words and began to curse the foul drink affecting his brain.

“Hey now, we said we were only stayin out of your way we aint helpin!” Tiff snapped.

“You tell em babe! Aint no way I’m going to help with making these beauties disappear.” Chucky gestured at his wifes boobs.

“Chucky stop!” she shoved him. Robert shifted more towards the edge of the couch. He decided to get up when the doll and his wife started getting “handsy” not wanting to be around for that any longer than he had to. The former clown downed the rest of the drink his mate had insisted he try and swayed his way through the crowd. People brushed up against him on the dance floor, a few he was pretty sure did on purpose. One girl in a particularly skimpy outfit walked up to talk to him and he just stood there blank faced eye drifting to the side as babble came out of her mouth. She made a few attempts to pull him in to dance with her but the former clown would not budge. She was pretty but she wasn't his Leechie. He should find her. Robert pushed her face away from him causing her to squawk after him in anger. He continued through the crowd till he got to the front of the group that had gathered around Leech and Freddy. She had a blow torch in her hand that she was using to super heat a needle raised high in the air for all to see.

“FANGS WAIT I CHANGE MY MIND PUT THE FIRE AWAY” freddy shouted his costume zipped open and a bottle of vodka in one of his hands.

“Gotta make sure its hot Fred!” she shouted over the torch. Jason and Leatherface cheered her on as she lit the fire again.

“FANGS! I’M SERIOUS YOU DIDNT TELL ME THERE’D BE A TORCH INVOLVED!!”

“The people came to see something get pierced Krueger, and I’m out of nipples!” she said and took off her top hat “Hold still this is gonna hurt a little!” she flashed him a derranged grin and stepped on his chest to hold him down. Leech was about to strike when something orange caught her eye in the crowd. Samhain was finally here watching her from a clearing in the crowd. The small creature cocked his large sack covered head to the side in curiosity and brought a pumpkin lollipop up to his mouth under its mask. She froze staring back at him giving Freddy enough time to wiggle free from under her boot and escape.

“FUCK THIS I’M OUT” the former Dream Demon leapt off the table. The crowd groaned and dissipated. Robert took his cue to rush in and embrace her giggling to himself as he spun his mate around pulling her tightly into his arms. “Peachy!” he slurred out. “My pretty pretty mate!” he sang kissing the top of her head. He reeked of booze.  

“Bob! Wait I-“

“I went to find you! And strange women kept trying to dance with me!”

“Robert I saw- hold up what?”

“But you’re here now! Your Penny’s got you all to himself!” he giggled and rubbed his nose on her. Leech narrowed her eyes and glared a bit in jealousy.

“Run that last part by me again.”

“Annoying things, dancing around trying to touch. They don’t know you’re mine! Aaaallllll mine, mine, mine, mine!” he began to babble himself not letting his precious mate go as he swayed around till he had pushed her into a wall away from the crowds. He couldn't even remember why he was at this event anymore he just knew she was warm and smelled like rum and lavender. Robert peppered her with drool filled sloppy kisses muttering “mine” to himself over and over in between each peck. Leech laughed and pushed him back she could see his dilated pupils in his sunken baggy eyes and the warm flush on his cheeks.

“Wow, you were right I am a bad influence on you.” she sighed reaching up to his face when she realized she had gotten the former eldritch abomination completely drunk. Leech knew she’d be in so much trouble once he sobered up but this was at least entertaining. she’d find Freddy about the halloween god shortly. Uncle Bob and Dracula would be here with the candy sack any minute now anyway and soon they’d all be back to normal and hopefully her clown wouldn’t notice a thing. She could enjoy just one more moment of the party. As soon as her fingers touched his cheeks Robert leaned down and locked his lips with her’s letting out a soft groan into her mouth. She didn't think it was possible for him to get more slobbery and sloppy with his kisses but here he was smearing her shimmery dark lipstick all over his own lips and grabbing at her ringmaster costume with greed. He moved to her jaw sucking and nipping at her skin determined to leave some fresh marks on her. Leech gasped when his teeth pinched her skin and ran her fingers through his hair she managed to find her voice and mumbled “Hey, we’re gonna have to stop and go somewhere else soon, everyone is watching.” Robert grabbed some skin from her neck in his teeth and came off her with a wet pop “That’s the point.” he growled and went back to leaving hickies on her flesh. One of Leech’s eyes lazily opened “Pen-“ before she could finish trying to convince him to relocate she had to cut herself off when her vision finally focused. Her body went stiff when she saw who was in the crowd and it wasn't the halloween god Samhain. It was someone that should be long dead, and he was staring directly at her.

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Uh oh WHO COULD IT BEEEEEE! Lol get ready for an extremely violent bar fight kids, shits about to get messy.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise fanfiction #it fanfiction #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers #freddy krueger #chucky #tiffany valentine #pinhead #Robert Gray #robert gray x oc #monster roommate au

[maudanouk]

PROLOG

MARGOT

Tears overflow my cheeks and from my vanquished eyes a sudden shower falls.[1] The drops form a trickle, a flow, a torrent. Forty days and forty nights of continuous and universal rain.[2] Waves are in excess, everything runs to the sea. [3] No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast.[4] A flood that leaves everything in a state of confusion[5] forming a great briny mass searching for direction. The sea by its motion, detaches from its bottom an infinity of plants, shells, slime, and sand, which the waves and winds continually drive towards the shore. [6] There is a stone in the sea called the oyster. A stray grain of sand finding its way into its shells is enough to spark a new beginning. The Oyster comes out of the sea early in the morning ahead of the light, and, opening its shell, it swallows the heavenly dew and the rays of the sun and moon and the light from the stars above. And thus is born the pearl, I am born, from the most high celestial bodies.[7]

LENNY

(Thrusting the flat knife between the two shells) I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does?[8] (he turns the knife forcefully) God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence…[9] (the two shells crack open and he draws out the knife) The oysters valves are standing open and a pearl lays between them, a wonderful sight and notable, for no pearl in all history could be compared with it at all, either in size or in beauty.[10] But her beauty does not lie in the perfection of the sphere, nor in symmetry. She is irregular, ovoid, curved and lumpy. One moment it did not exist, the next moment it was full blown in my mind, as though it had been there all the time and needed only the bursting of a soap bubble veil to show it.[11] All this time I sought for truth and unity and now all that matters is her proud glow that strives for contradiction and multiplicity. 

ACT I

EXT. GARDEN - DAWN - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY

LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[12] Naturally, […] only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[13] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree.[14] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.

LENNY

It’s all different now she has revealed herself only for a short moment but I saw my reflection in her pearlescent luster: functioning, utilising, thinking in causes and effects, logically evaluating and analyzing. But what if I want to walk for hours and weeks without a destination. What if I want to know what the month of march brings for an Aquarius. What if I want to miss her for no better reason than that I love to be fucking emotional.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (hesistates)

When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [15] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the sun. This is a complete inversion. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming.[16] That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[17]

LENNY

But how can i find Margot in this city still so strange to me?

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

She’s the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?

LENNY (looking at the flowers)

Margot likes wind in her hair and salt crystals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, Los Angeles and Palermo, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, equal rights and mini skirts, cabrios and umbrella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, ....

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[18] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story and make a lot of noise.[19] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[20]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[21] People will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. You’ll be EROS and I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast all the Margots will want to attend.

ACT III - THE INVITATION

INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON

A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window.  MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message.

@ YUNGPAPA:

“My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of wine under fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[22] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO”

ACT IV - THE PARTY

EXT. THE CITY - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE KNOWN

The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs cabrio is speeding down the Ringstrasse with its roof folded down.

AVA (lost in thought)

Do you think YUNG PAPA will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar.

MARGOT

Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere.  Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined dripping down[27] his lobe, his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]

EXT. THE SITE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE SEEN

The garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air is full of petals twinkling through the air giving off a smell of orange blossoms. A car enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.

INT. THE ENTRANCE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO FLIRT

The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the Lenny)

First impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the impression of the whole house. And especially Margots first impression of you. Is she here?

LENNY

I see her in the hundreds of eccentric bouquets that the guests have brought along overflowing the room. I see her in that mans excessively long fingernails or and your lining flickers with golden mosaics and indirect lighting from above.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Yes you are right. I’m discovering my dramatic side. I want to dance, twist my elements, feel the motion and sensuality. I flirt and wink at the guests with my dizzying array of rich surface treatments.

MARGOT

Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses.

AVA (teasing)

Why don’t you bring him a glass of wine. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]

MARGOT (concentrated)

You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.

EXT. THE GARDEN - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS DRAMA

MARGOT walks over to the LENNY. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare plants, exotic flowers and fruits. The trees are old and high. Long white cotton cloths are blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams begin to play. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.

MARGOT (laughing)

Hello strange man, what are you knitting?

LENNY

Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]

MARGOT We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] You seem pretty passionate about your plants. I like it when people care. About anything actually.

LENNY

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most and that’s why I care.

MARGOT (hesistating)

But for me love is not only loving and caring. I don’t want my house to be all light and soft. It starts getting fun when you have contrasts, contradictions and drama. It can be raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here. [43]

LENNY

Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story.

MARGOT (excited)

Oh look over there! A black panther is prowling through the peach trees!

INT. SALON - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE DIRTY

Food is being served in the salon. The huge chandeliers had dimmed spread a diffused multi coloured light from the tiny nucleo bulbs that bespangle the vaulted ceiling [44] The materials in which the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE presents itself come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34] Billows of smoke of several hookahs hang in the air. People sit on couches of brocaded silk, leaning on a cushions[45]. Chattering and cricket chirping fill the air.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO DANCE

After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the room is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner. One man imitates the movements of a kangaroo grazing in the woods, whilst a second crawled up, and pretended to spear him.[46] LENNY and THE WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE feel MARGOT penetrating them and start dancing along.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (dances irregularly curved from concave to convex)

♪ Promiscuous girl

Wherever you are

I'm all alone

And it's you that I want. ♪

LENNY

Our most intimate gestures move to sounds, we dance.[47] Absurd, peculiar, mad, fantastic, bizarre, eccentric, capricious, whimsical, laughable, and also charming. [48]

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (opens the ceiling to reveal a hundred sparkling stars through the moving branches of the wind tossed apple tree blond, tawny, copper, golden, straw yellow, orange, ochre, sand or tan, multiplying the straight, centred, short rays, piercing and sharp like the trill of a bird. [49] The signs of the Zodiac are moving from east to west and go round the world in twenty four hours.[48] A strong wind starts rising.)

♪ Promiscuous boy

You already know

That I'm all yours

What you waiting for? ♪

LENNY

Minute promptings coming from everywhere, in quality, dimension or intensity, on every wave length make sensibility tremble, fluctuate and sweep and dance randomly over the spaces.[50] I look at Margot and even while she speaks the waves wash over her lips, and down into the deep she plunges. The sea breaking free.[52] WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (Motion grows, as a wave grows white when the wind begins rising[53])

♪ Promiscuous girl

You're teasing me

You know what I want

And I got what you need ♪

LENNY

Time stands still where space folds in on itself. [54] The sea gives birth to a tidal flow […] a rhythmic current emerges from the disorderly lapping of waves, music surfaces in this place. [55] Here the body rises above disorder, here Margot rises above the waves, even more complex in her multiplicity than the nautical sound of waves breaking.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

♪ Promiscuous boy

Let's get to the point

Cause we're on a roll

Are you ready? ♪

LENNY

However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. Lying on the moving floor, shaken by the movement of the waves [56] I am in danger of drowning.

MARGOT

I thought you’ve learned how to swim till now.

LENNY

I am a moving, active body, expressing in exertion, movement, gesture and dance, rather than in sensibility alone.[51] I’ve learned to swim in this flood of confusion. And the ship will not resemble merely a ship, but also the sea itself, even to its hull and sails being composed of waves.[52] The obscurity is long; here is the dawn; the cock crows to the Sun God.[53] And beyond the reach of water, beyond wind, cold, fog, light and dark even beyond noise, […] the house protects us just as the belly of a vessel separates us from the cold of the sea. [54]

[1] Seneca, Complete Works

[2] Da Vinci, Notebooks

[3] Serres, The Birth of Physics

[4] Round the World

[5] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[6] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[7] Physiologus

[8] Serres, The Five Senses

[9] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[10] Procopius, History of the War Books Vol 1

[11] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[12] Serres, The Parasite

[13] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[14] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[15] Serres, Branches

[16] Hugo, Les Miserables

[17] The Young Pope

[18] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[19] Serres, The Parasite

[20] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[21] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2

[22] Kassinger, Slime

[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image

[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge

[27] Rand, The Fountainhead

[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[30] Frankl, The Gothic

[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2

[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives

[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968

[35] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[35] The Young Pope

[36] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah

[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove

[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way

[42] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

[44] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[34] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[45] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights

[46] Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle Round the World

[47] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] Wittkower, Born under Saturn

[49] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] da Vinci, The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

[50] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Serres, Genesis

[53] Virgil, Aeneid

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[55] Serres, The Five Senses

[56] Serres, The Five Senses

[51] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Foucault, This is not a Pipe

[53] Serres, The Parasite

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

#maudanouk #text

[blurringourline-blog]

My story and proof even if you do, you don't know me.

Before you really start reading i want you to know this was typed by different friends of mine while I spoke it using their own ways of typing to remove any links to who or what i may be. I want zero hints to me and who i am.

So all i see always is racist this, left/right that. Fuck that. Close your eyes, plug your ears. The media is telling you what to think, instead of watching tv and YouTube or reading your favorite biased news paper or magazine how about we read each others stories and see the similarities we all share. Want to know how divided we really are as humans? Shut your fucking mouth, YOU are dividing us.

Now for something about me.

I grew up in the suburbs of a major city, roughly 3million people in population of said city. I didn't know that evil was outside my doors even though I heard it all the time, i thought it was just in my house.

My first memories seemed good. I had toys, food, and clothes. Looking back I remember sitting on a swing set watching the sunset. Catching the school bus to see my small group of friends in class. Life seemed pretty good i was an a-b honor roll student. I went on field trips to the zoo. Made it through school and even managed to get free college and am now working a pretty decent job. Shit, I sound privileged don't I?

Here's the full story

All though out my childhood both my parents were getting arrested for dui's and I spent night awake worring about them. Ya these are my first memories too. At least my parents were married you're thinking, ya fuck no. Only dated and split up before or shortly after i was born. I never really had the family outing. More my mom and her new boyfriend who was an abusive fucking crack head (not a joke, the guy fucking loved coke and smoked crack) would go out. I had reoccurring nightmares of this guy trying to kill us. Given as far as I know or remember he never tried it was a dream i had for months when i was around 7 or so. He would take us out and i remember different times he would hit her. Our house was filled with black mold, we didnt have a working shower and had to shower with a sink and hose. There were holes in the walls and old tiles from the 70's? falling all the time from the house rotting. After years of dealing with this shit alone my mom gets pregnant and has a daughter. She verbally abuses me and half ass takes care of my sister. In grade/elementary school I only had a few friends. Had a lot of bullies though, i remember getting picked on constantly and even into a few small fights. Around 3rd grade my grades started slipping and due to issues at home i quit caring about school. My mom not seeing the counterproductive shit she was doing would punish me for doing worse in school instead of help me with my work or fix herself to remove some of the stress from all of our lives. It was around this time i first contemplated suicide and was more than willing to do it but wasn't sure how. Internet was still aol dialup and cellphones were barely even out in mass like they are today. Obviously I didn't do it as I'm telling my story. Me and my dad didnt have the closet relationship looking back at it as he was normally drunk or stoned and at times locked up so to shorten this lets skip from 3rd grade to about 7th or 8th. Still failing and honestly no fucking clue how i didnt get held back in school i made it to middle school. This through highschool was bull shit. I was attacked with a razor knife and had my arm sliced open in 5 spots, had a menstrual pad stuck to my face and someone tried to sneak up behind me and shove a condom in my mouth along with many other things upto and including having a knife to my throat and a gun to my face. Now I wasn't into drugs or gangs i still faced this shit. I completely gave up in school. I wanted to die, my parents did nothing about me getting messed with in school and bullied. I felt alone. At 15 i almost had a child. i got my first job to support me and my sister. I bought our food and made sure she had school supplies. My mom drank all of the money away and we lost the house we were renting around 17 and me and my sister moved into my dads. New place same story. My dad drank and was high alot and when he mixed the two he turned into a dick and would punch through walls. At 18 i dropped out of school and joined the military. They paid for my ged and allowed me to continue my life. Upon returning home things started getting worse and i started carrying a pistol for self protection. Now this area isnt the worst in the country but dear god it is NOWHERE near safe and it gets worse to this day. From here out things bounce from good and bad. I developed a drinking problem and recovered. I almost killed myself. I gave up on myself multiple times and bounced back each time. Im now nearing 30, working full-time for a decent company offering full benefits, engaged to any amazing person and looking at homes for sale.

First i do want to say how we grow up does not make us who we are for life. We all have the power to change our lives for the better or worst. Never give up on yourself. You WILL make it. Don't give up and push to make yourself perfect. I am just words on a screen to you but I can say my story is 100% true. If i can change my life i know you can too. I started at the bottom and even if I'm not on the top yet I will keep climbing till I am. You all can do it too.

Submit your stories to me in a race and gender free story for a share. Lets see how much more alike we really are #blurringourline

#lifestory #racism #equality #black lives matter #all lives matter

[kaepop-trash]

Of Snakes and Lions  Ch-4

Rated: It’s clean for now.

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxTaeyong

Summary: Your new term at Hogwarts starts with more drama then you intended. You didn’t expect your oldest friend to have feelings for you, but you didn’t expect to have feelings for a Gryffindor jock either.

(A/N): I think I like where this is going, do you?

Mini Masterlist

She sat in the Study Hall with Doyoung, helping him with a campaign while he helped her with some ancient runes.

“Are you dumping me for him?” Yuta’s voice chided and she sighed.

“This is what it’s like everyd-no don’t sit here!” She huffed in annoyance.

“Is this anyway to treat your best friend?” He pouted and she raised a brow at him.

“Till date I don’t remember agreeing to being your friend, much less the best one.” She dismissed and he clutched his chest dramatically. She turned away and smiled when she noticed Sicheng, waving him towards them.

“Why does he get invited and I get treated like a hostile guest.” Yuta frowned and she sighed.

“Sicheng wanted help with classwork. It’s called productive company.” She looked away but didn’t tell him to leave anyway.

“Did you like the coke?” Sicheng spoke after a while like he remembered. She looked up, caught off guard.

“What coke?” Yuta asked, a little eager to be talking about something after a long time.

“Didn’t Doyoung give it to you?” Sicheng asked confused, turning to Doyoung with a confused gaze.

“Wait are you both doing it again?” Yuta asked and Doyoung almost choked on air.

“I did give it to her you blackmailing weasel, I had no choice!” Doyoung shot at Sicheng with flustered disbelief.

“Wait you both used to date?” Sicheng asked and she nodded.

“Di he just call you a weasel?” Yuta asked Sicheng.

“Yeah then he cheated on me with a Gryffindor a year younger.” She said without any bitterness in her voice.

“What about my question?” Yuta asked and she shook her head at him.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to hex him again.” Yuta shot Doyoung a look that made her smile to herself.

“Why am I being attacked so much? I came here to help you study. I could just go.” He pointed at her and she nodded.

“Right, my bad. I fell asleep in the runes class, I really need to know this for the exams.” She shot Yuta a look who just sat back with a shrug.

“Come on Sicheng, I’m going to make you try this chocolate bar that has peanuts and other amazing things in it.” He told him with an exaggerated sense of wonder and he looked at him confused before turning to her.

“Does he mean a Snickers bar?” He asked and she nodded with a deep sigh.

“He keeps stealing mine after I gave him one. I have a year’s supply and I don’t think it will last another month.” She shook her head in defeat.

“So Doyoung and (Y/N) were a thing?” Sicheng asked Yuta as they walked on the grounds.

“Why? You like her?” Yuta asked and Sicheng almost tripped.

“I’m already dating someone.” He said and Yuta nodded, looking at him with mischief.

“A girl? Shame.” Sicheng gave him a confused look.

“Yeah they were. She never really made a big deal of it after they parted. I think she ignored him for a month and then she spoke to him again because she needed help with an assignment.” He laughed. Sicheng only nodded.

“Why do you ask?” Yuta asked after he came out of his reverie.

“Just curious.” He replied, smiling.

She sat on her bed, reading the curt letter from her mother for the third time. She pulled the page over, gazing over the much smaller letter from her father and then staring at the wicker cage in front of her, a small birman cat sitting inside it looking bored.

“I’m sorry you had to be used as a half hearted apology.” She sighed, the cat tilted her head inside the cage, staring at her big it’s big blue eyes like it was questioning her. She got out of the bed, deciding to take a walk.

She found herself standing in front of the lake like she usually did on nights she needed to clear her head. She could hear the mermaids swishing in the depths of the water and the waves rushing to the pebble beaches. She sighed deeply and sat down, the wet ground making her uniform cold but she ignored it. She saw a mermaid peek it’s head from under the water and smiled when she seemed to recognise them. She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes to take in the silence of the night with all it’s many sounds.

Her peace was interrupted by a loud sound of something dashing past above her in the air, she heard the mermaid’s panicked cry as it swam back into the depths of the water. She looked back annoyed, watching a figure fly by in the air. With her peace ruined she decided to get up.

She walked for a while till she reached the quidditch pitch, huffing with great annoyance when she recognised the boy flying above.

“It’s past curfew.” She shouted above her, earning Jaehyun’s attention who subsequently missed the snitch. He groaned and flew down a little closer to the ground.

“I could say the same for you.” He pointed out.

“I’m not the one flying around the school am I?” She asserted and he shrugged.

“I’m practicing, what’s your excuse?” He questioned and she hesitated.

“I just needed some fresh air.” She declared and he nodded.

“Don’t blame you, it must get stuffy in the basement.” She stopped herself from defending, not wanting this conversation to draw on.

“You’ll catch a cold though, being out here. You aren’t even wearing anything warm.” He pointed his nose at her thin dress shirt.

“I’m fine.” She spat out and he shrugged again.

“Suit yourself, I’m sure you have enough people worrying about you. Now if you excuse me I’m going to go back to practicing.” He finished and flew away, leaving her confused and a little furious at the lack of having the last word.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She shouted but he didn’t look down.

“What?” He said back with a distracted voice.

“You know what!” She said even louder with an annoyed groan.

“Get off the pitch you’ll get hurt.” He looked down once with furrowed eyes but she scoffed.

“I can take care of myself.” If testing fate was possible, this moment was a solid example of it. She remembered everything happening in slow motion. She saw the horror in Jaehyun’s face as the bludger started dropping out of the sky, straight towards her.

“Get on the ground!” She heard his voice in the distance and complied, now was not the time to be a smartass. She waited for the impact, she knew the ball was solid iron, jesus it would hurt. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head was between her arms. Instead she was pushed down further into the ground and heard an audible huff. She opened her eyes wide to find Jaehyun covering her, and as a result on top of her with his face screwed in pain. He peaked an eye open and forced a smile when he saw her staring at him.

She was unable to speak for a second, and he balanced himself on his arms as he stared down at her.

“Are you okay?” He coughed, she nodded and he continued to look down at her.

“Nice view.” He smirked after a moment and she smacked his arm. He winced loudly and lost his balance, falling on top of her.

“You better not be pretending.” She pushed him but his pained laugh made her realise that he probably wasn’t.

She breathed loudly as she dragged him up the stairs to the infirmary, he promised he wasn’t leaning his entire weight on her but he wasn’t exactly a dainty boy. Once she managed to push the doors open she sat him on a bed and went looking for the nurse.

“What did you do this time Mr. Jung.” The nurse sighed the moment she saw him. He gave her a sheepish smile.

“The bludger hit my back.” He confessed and the nurse sighed loudly.

“Now how on earth did you manage that? Aren’t you captain boy?” She scolded as she went around the room picking up things. He glanced at her once and she bit her lip.

Guilt. She hated it, and the hate was only growing.

“Uhh, it was my fault. He was just making sure I didn’t get hurt.” She hesitated, the nurse looked up and scrutinised her, humming thoughtfully.

“Your arm.” She pointed at her left hand and almost subconsciously she hid it behind her.

“It’s nothing, just some swelling.” She smiled.

“It’s sprained, I’ll see to it after I fix him up. Just wait on the bed beside his.” She more or less ordered and she only nodded.

When she sat down, she glanced at Jaehyun who was looking at her arm.

“I’m sorry.” He bit his lip.

“It’s my fault, god please don’t make it worse by apologising. I already feel like shit, you have a match this week as well. I keep getting you injured.” She groaned and he cracked a smile.

“I do that on my own anyway.” His smile made her smile.

The nurse made them both stay the night after she tended to them. She lay awake on her bed listening to Jaehyun’s uneven breathing.

“I don’t have a lot of people taking care of me, no one does. I look out for myself.” She spoke at the ceiling.

“You would be pretty beaten up today if I hadn’t looked out for you, you know?” He said with a light chuckle and she bit her lip.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She admitted and he sighed.

“If you apoligise once more I’ll feel like a dick. What kind of person would I be if I let you get hit by a metal ball falling at that speed.” He sighed again and she nodded, even though he probably couldn’t see.

There was another long silence with only breathing till Jaehyun spoke up again.

“I didn’t know you and Doyoung dated.” She turned to him with a confused glance, only to find him already staring at her. She looked away rather quickly.

“We were, but that was quite a while ago.” She felt the need to clarify beyond her understanding.

“You’re still friends.” There was a sharpness in his voice, subtle enough to let pass.

“He was a shitty boyfriend, but he’s a good friend.” She responded and he hummed.

“You have a lot of friends.” He pointed out.

“Should I not?” Her instant retort made him laugh enough to wince in pain afterwards.

“Merely an observation. You seem surrounded by them at all times.” There it was again, subtle sharp words.

“I’m sure it’s better than being surrounded by girls who want to use me as a climb up an obsolete ladder.” She didn’t know where it came from, the sudden specific attack. She could tell he wasn’t expected it either, the silence filled with confusion.

“Taeyong is from a pretty nice family right? I’ve heard people say you both look nice together.” His tone wasn’t so subtle this time.

“Taeyong is my friend.” She said with finalty.

“And sorin isn’t-” He stopped, taking a long breath and rethinking his words. “Sorin is just some girl. I haven’t even had a proper conversation with her in my life.” He sighed.

“You don’t need to defend yourself to me. I’m just another girl too right?” She heard his breathing rise a little.

“You’re a fucking idiot is what you are.” Fury, she felt a fury she also heard in his voice. She sat up almost immediately and knocked a tray on the table over with her injured arm. Groaning in pain she crouched over. Jaehyun was beside her immediately, picking up the fallen things while he asked her if she was okay with grave concern.

After he was done, he placed all the things back on the table and stood in front of her, gingerly lifting her legs back onto the bed. He looked at her pained face with worry, she was biting down on her shaking lips, he looked away. He gently pushed her hair back behind her ears.

“You’re all kinds of trouble you know that?” He spoke with a soft smile.

“Funny, one could say the same about you.” She scoffed and he smiled wider.

“Maybe that could be our thing.” She looked up at him with questioning eyes, but he only helped her lay down slowly

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