#the car broke down on the way to a v fancy event

[elenavampire21]

Warnings: mention of sexual activity- p in v, mentions of cheating.

Summary: your a photographer and one night you and your sister attend an mission impossible event and it happily turns out to be one that will definitely be hard to forget

@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626

An Event you’ll never forget

It was a lovely sunny day in La, sun shining through your shared apartment near the beach.

you and Hannah your older sister was getting ready for a red carpet event for the new mission impossible movie and finally getting to meet thee Tom Cruise and take some photos for the daily newspaper.

Hannah had pulled out a short revealing purple dress and swings the hanger on her finger.

“Hey sis you should definitely wear this today might even get lucky with Tom

Seeing you in this dress might spark his feral feelings.”

Shaking your head as walking to grab the dress from Hannah to change once you take the dress and head into the bathroom you hear Hannah saying Tom might have a kinky side or he may think you’re gorgeous and have a thing for younger girls.

Peaking out from the bathroom as you now apply some makeup.

“For god sake Hannah shut up, seriously you automatically think Tom’s gonna have a kinky and he’s got a thing for young beautiful girls why would he wanna date or be interested in this I’m not beautiful according to my now dick of a boyfriend”

Once finished your hair and makeup

Hannah checks her phone and runs to grab her bag, she’s dressed in skinny jeans and a crop top.

“Sis you ready our private cars here, look sis I know this is for your work and it’s probably the last thing you’re wanting to do after finding out yesterday zac cheated on you, come on it might turn out to be fun.”

Tom was sat in the back of his private car driving to the movie premiere he smiled seeing all the fans screaming and excited to see him and he groaned at the amount of paparazzi there quietly mumbling

“come on cruise you can do this it’s for the fans they’ve probably been standing here for hours waiting to see you walk down the red carpet.”

He gets out of the car black aviator’s on and starts smiling and doing autographs and pictures with as many fans that he can for now

Your car arrives and both of you get out Hannah automatically gives your camera and both walk to stand with the other paparazzi’s and takes some pictures quickly leaning to mumble to Hannah

“Han I’m not sure if I can do this I’m feeling sick and my hands are shaking what if I don’t get a good quality picture and then my boss takes a look and says there shit and I get fired oh shit sis he’s coming over”

After Tom had done as much autographs as he can for now he’s making his way along the red carpet. The sounds of Tom’s name being yelled the thousand loud clicking sound of practically every ones camera’s going.

Tom would do a few pictures for papers and magazines and stop to chat to the occasional interviewer as he slowly walked down the carpet something made Tom suddenly stop scanning the massive line of paparazzi’s he spotted your beautiful figure from among the crowd he slowly walked towards you and Hannah and smiles.

Your stood feeling extremely numb and all of a sudden it was like you’d forgotten how to speak you just admired how handsome Tom was your hands were still shaking.

Hannah looks at you then turns her attention towards Tom and laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Hi Tom my name is Hannah huge fan love your movie this brave talented idiot is Y/n my sister she is I think gotta be your number one fan and she works as a photographer for the daily newspaper and the reason she’s this quiet is that she fancies the hell out of you.”

Suddenly snapped out of your fan based panic you only catch the very last bit and playfully smack’s Hannah arm and giggles

“Oh Hannah shut up I told you that in secret

You broke the one important rule in the sisters code, but thank you I am brave and talented”

Tom smirks and looks at you both and gets an idea for getting the best pictures for your daily newspaper.

“so y/u your a photographer how’d you two girls like to the day hanging out with me and the others get the chance to snap some more pictures.”

Hannah jumps straight in “actually Tom that’s a brilliant idea it’s definitely a big yes for y/n think she’d manage to do that task all by herself oh and what about maybe after getting enough pictures for her boss she could you know hang out with just you maybe get to know more, sis don’t worry about me i can hang out with the other cast members, you go have fun with Tom and enjoy yourself.”

Your so filled with embarrassment and anger not saying one word just giving your sister the biggest death stare slowly shaking your head and mouth. “you are so dead when we’re back home”

Before anything happens Hannah walks away to introduce herself to the other cast members just leaving you and Tom alone,

Your still feeling extremely sick, shaking dry mouth tiny bit lightheaded Tom looked at you and was concerned and quickly guided you to a nearby chair placing you down he bends to kneel in front of you and places a hand on your forehead.

“Goss sweetheart your burning and very pale have you been stressing about today because you look extremely exhausted can’t have a pretty girl like you passing out”

Simon looks over to Tom and Y/n then turns to Hannah a bit worried

“Hey Hannah is everything okay with your sister she looks really really pale I’m kinda worried about her hopefully she’ll be fine she is in the best of hands with Tom.”

Hannah looks over to you feeling the sudden pain you would pass out or be sick

Trying to calm herself and think Tom’s with her.

“She’s had a rough few days, her boss moaning if she can’t get a decent photograph he’s gonna fire her because he’s said it’ll be way easier to find a new Photographer and she’s not been sleeping and I know she’s skipped meals and just to top all the worst things yesterday she’d just found out her boyfriend Zac cheated on her.”

Rebecca gasp and feels extremely angry and upset at what you’ve had to put up with.

“Oh my god that poor girl what a jerk of a boss to go and say that and getting your sister all stressed up and she must be so exhausted and starving and as for her so called dick of a boyfriend she’s better off without him”

Back with you and Tom suddenly out of nowhere you break out in tears causing Tom to instantly and automatically sit next to you pulling closers in for a cuddle, he gently strokes your hair.

“Ohh sssh it’s okay darling I’ve got you work really stressing you out that bad hey come on tell me what you’ve been going through”

You slowly lift your head eyes extremely red and puffy and tears running down your cheeks taking a few deep breath you relayed everything that Hannah told the other.

Tom just tightly cuddles you and thinks of anyway to help you and smiles and lifts your chin to look straight at him.

“How would you like to be my very own personal photographer you come with me and I will take more pictures with you and as for your arse of a boyfriend forget him.”

Simon and the others yell for Tom and you as it’s time to view the completed finished movie as you got up and walked to go see it Tom held your hand and slowly walked in together. You cutely glance at Tom and smile and both sit next to each other and don’t let go of hands.

During the film you got this sense of being watched giggling and turn to be met with Tom’s beautiful eyes and smile looking right at you smirking, you whisper and bite your lip at Tom.

“Tom what stop staring at me it’s making me blush, just focus on your movie that’s why you’re here not to admire me Mr cruise”.

Tom felt extremely turned on at hearing the way you call him Mr cruise he jumps to an idea and leans into whisper, the others are probably thinking your both discussing about the film or Tom’s explaining how and what for the massive motorbike cliff Stunt.

“Come back to mine tonight you can stay in my guest bedroom I can cook you dinner if you’d wanna take a nap and we can go over the plans for you working as my private photographer, by the way did I mention just how sexy you look in that dress just a shame it won’t be on you for long.”

You get a shiver run down your spine and squeezing your legs shut and forcefully holding in a moan when you feel Tom’s soft warm lips kissing and nibbling your ear and down your neck.

“Mmmh T…Tom stop it be a good boy and I might give you an answer oh who am I kidding seriously I’d love to be your personal photographer and hell no am I staying in a guest bedroom your gonna have to share a bed together and thank you and may I say your extremely handsome but that suit shame really gonna be thrown onto the same pile as my dress, Tom I’m seriously really wet”.

Tom stopped kissing your neck and groaned and raised a brow and discreetly slips his jacket off and places it onto your lap sneakily looking around nobody was watching to busy focusing on the movie.

He gently helps you slide down your panties and placing them in your pocket.

shuffling into a comfy position does Tom slowly slip one finger into your wet fold gripping the arm of the cinema chair and holding a moan he slowly slips a second finger and begins pumping his fingers in and out and you slowly move your hips against his fingers he pumps his fingers faster snuggling your face into his neck and softly whispers into Tom.

“Ooh fuck yes I seriously didn’t think your fingers would feel this amazing inside me, ugh naughty Mr Cruise fucking one of your biggest fans right in front of your cast member and thought this was important to make sure this is right before publishing to let the fans watch, mmmh I swear you better fuck me this good when I’m back with you.”

You instantly got the twitching in your stomach and your legs started wobbling if anyone looked over Tom was prepared to say you where freezing and that’s why his jacket was covering your legs and if your feet was twitching too, Tom was pounding his fingers in and out felling your walls clamp round his fingers and then suddenly felt your warm liquid cum coat his fingers slowly pulling out of you and putting his fingers and sucking them clean did Tom then faced you. He wrapped an arm round you instantly laid your head on Tom’s shoulder and quietly went back to watch the end part of the movie as you’d both gotten distracted.

Once Tom and the other had all agreed the film can be released they headed back to the hotel, Hannah texted saying she’d took an early taxi back to the apartment and knew not to wait up or expect you home got the feeling you’d be staying at a certain Mr cruise’s house.

You were currently just texting Hannah back telling her where you’d be staying when you suddenly smiled and knew instantly who’d wrapped their arms around you.

“Mmmh hello Tom definitely had fun in the cinema earlier ready to take me back home and share your bed with me kinda just fancy resting on the couch and kissing you.”

Tom has a massive smile on his face and strokes your face and he wraps his jacket around you as you both wait for Tom’s private car to arrive.

“Mmmh hello gorgeous, I definitely had fun back there too I’m more than ready to take you back home and no question you’re banned from leaving my bed forever, nothing would make me more happier to go home lay on the couch and cuddle with and kiss you baby”.

Once Tom’s private car had arrived both you and Tom got into the back and heading to his house, both you and Tom were currently passionately kissing each other and Tom sneakily moved so you were straddling him.

You’re making quick work of unbuckling and sliding down Tom suit trousers and boxers letting his hard cock out automatically you gasp and quickly hitch your dress up.

Taking Tom’s cock you rub it against your wet clit and slowly slides down onto it, both letting out a moan thankfully the window behind the driver was dark, he wouldn’t see anything.

“Ahh Tom is this safe what if you’re driving hears us, ohh fuck you feel good I’ve been aching for your cock after your little fun with me at the cinema you really are a very naughty boy”.

Tom leans forward and deeply kisses you and he smirking then holds your hips.

“This is another amazing way of having sex wait let me guess little pathetic Zac never fucked you good in a car, my driver can’t see anything darling black out windows your safe and I have to say you feel wonderful wrapped around my cock.”

As your bouncing and rocking your hips back and forth on Tom’s cock both moaning and he’s kissing your neck and slips the arms off your dress down he softly sucks on one tit, instantly laying your head back mouth wide open.

“Mmmh fuck oh god Tom I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum so good please hold me” you vigorously bouncing and pounding onto Tom’s cock he felt again your walls clamped against his cock and then suddenly felt your liquid cum cost him and you instantly got relief when you could feel Tom’s cum coat inside of you, as promised Tom wrapped and locked his fingers together and held onto you.

You’d spend the rest of your journey staying cuddled into each other as the car stopped outside a very private gated area the back door opened wide to reveal a stunning huge massive mansion your eyes and mouth hangs wide open so speechless automatically blurt out. “Fuck me that house is huge”.

Tom sneaks up and wraps arms around your waist and whispers into your ear which makes you giggle.

“Mmmh miss y/n I believe I’ve just fucked you twice but okay the 3rd time will be inside less people to hear you screaming my name can’t have the neighbours complaining about my new girlfriend being noisy”.

Your all shy and love when Tom would sneak up or wrap arms around you maybe kiss your cheek or neck and slowly imagine living together or coming round as his girlfriend your so pretending to be distracted you’d forget what Tom said and slowly turned to look at him.

“Wait what was last part you know after you’d said about the neighbours complaining about your new what.”

Giving you his trademark smirk Tom pulled you really up close and slowly and teasingly “my new cheeky very noisy girlfriend, so let’s get our butts inside and cuddle now”.

Later on that night after you’d finished dinner and are snuggled into each other’s arms and flicking through the movie channels and occasionally give each other kisses you finally felt happy and loved.

[justasfacelessasever]

"Are you sure this is the right way?"

"Since when don't you trust me Sam?"

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[bi-hippie5]

Those Eyes |Calum|

Description: Calum is deeply in love with his girl 

Request: hi!! could you maybe write something inspired by those eyes - new west?

Notes: Please listen to this song while reading. I’m sorry if this isn't the best but I wanted to write something really sweet. Send me more requests. 

Masterlist 

Calum had never felt a love like this one. The kind of love that consumed you and invaded every aspect of one's life. The love that made you want to be a better person because the fear of losing this would end you. The kind of love he has only ever felt for you. He felt like when he looked at you he saw his whole life. When you weren’t around it was like something was always missing. Of course there have been girls before and love before. Girls that he thought were the one or girls that broke his heart. But, then you walked into his life and it was like all those other people were preparing him for you.

The relationship wasn’t new either, three years in two months. It wasn’t like the two of you were stuck in a honeymoon phase because it wasn’t perfect. But even when you screamed at each other he felt on cloud nine. That this beautiful girl that was so mad and screaming at him was his. The relationship didn’t have to be perfect because it made you both want to grow and make it work. 

Tonight he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, which wasn’t new. It was kind of comforting because you always knew that someone was looking out for you. He felt like there was some magnetic field pulling him towards you and he couldn’t help but give in. He had dragged you to another fancy award show, standing with the other girls while the boys took pictures. But he just wanted to wrap himself around you and never let go. 

You had gone out with Crystal to buy dresses taking full advantage of the opportunity to get dressed up. The long red dress looked so good, he almost dragged you back upstairs when you walked down the steps. It was the combination of the color, the deep v giving him a perfect view of your cleavage or the leg slit that made his whole body heat up. He truly couldn’t wait to get you home. 

The show went by fast, everyone buzzing to get to the after party and drink and have a good time. The moment you arrived you grabbed a drink and pulled Calum onto the dance floor. The pair of you were a sight to be seen, mostly with alcohol flowing in your systems. He has you pulled so close, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other holding his drink. You sway to the music singing the words to each other laughing. No one else mattered but each other. 

Before you came into his life, he would spend these parties in a corner or with the boys just drinking. He would count down the minutes till he could leave and go to bed. But, you had convinced him that he was really missing out. Every event he took you to it would end with both of you on the dance floor acting like complete idiots. 

The other boys had never seen him this happy before. They had spent almost their whole lives together and this Calum was like no other. He always had the biggest smile on his face and a bright glow that matched yours. Plus, they loved you, over the years you had built such strong bonds with each of them and they considered you as their sister at this point. 

“Why hasn’t he proposed yet?” Crystal asks leaning against her fiance watching you and Calum dance around and sing. Calum grabs your hand to spin you, the fabric of your dress twirling around you before crashing into his chest with loud laughs. Your hands coming up to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“He bought the ring last week, just waiting for the perfect moment” Micheal lets it slip making the small girl gasp looking at him shocked. She knew that Calum would propose, even mentioning it to her before. She just didn’t know that the ring actually existed. “Don’t tell anyone, he hasn’t told the other two yet” Crystal was buzzing after that looking back at the two of you completely unaware of anything other then each other. 

“Hi baby,” your sweet whisper fills his ears as he wraps himself around you, head coming down to rest against your shoulder. He sways the two of you humming along with the song and the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 

“We should go home and cuddle” he slurred a little, ending the sentence with a small giggle lifting his head to look at your eyes. Those damn eyes, it was the first thing he noticed when you met and you didn’t have to say anything other than look at him and he was under your spell. Anytime you looked at him he fell deeper and deeper in love, into territory he didn’t even know existed. 

“Let's go home then” you agree, happily grabbing his face to press a kiss to his lips. He intertwined his fingers with yours before finding the other boys and telling them that you were heading home. 

The whole car ride home Calum couldn’t stop looking at you. Head resting on his shoulder looking down at your connected hands as you trace over the soft skin of his even twisting the rings every once in a while. He loved when she would do this finding it so relaxing to feel her soft sweet touches. Mostly when he was nervous and stuck in his head and just the feeling of your hand on his calming him down.

He kisses the top of your head letting out a content sigh as you look up at him with the brightest eyes looking at him so lovingly. These were the moments he craved while on tour and thousands of miles away. It was those quiet moments, the moments of pure content, the ones he would imagine when he got sad and lonely and had to shut his eyes to calm down. 

“I love you” he whispers so quietly that if you weren’t pressed up against each other in the back of a car you probably wouldn’t have heard him. But you always hear him even when he doesn’t say a word. 

“I love you forever” you whisper back, connecting your lips. And there is that damn word that lights him up like a giddy teenager. The word that terrified the both of you thinking that it wasn’t real. 

Forever was a scary word in the past, it never left either of your lips in any relationship. But when you met, forever just made sense, it wasn’t scary anymore. Even in the early stages of your relationship it just made sense that you would spend the rest of your lives together. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet as you snuggled against him, hands still tangled. When you finally reached the house you shared he let you jump on his back as he carried you inside. Sleep finally hitting both of you realising how long the day actually was. You strip out of your dress leaving it on a pile on the floor to deal with later. You take off your makeup and change into one of his shirts.

He wasn’t far behind slipping in on his side pulling your back against him so that he could hug you. At night you guys always ended moving out of the position you fell asleep in, but always seemed to be touching in some way or another. He was just so content in his life which was an odd feeling. In the past this feeling seemed so weird and not something he would ever experience. But, now he is not only living the dream with his career but with one of the most incredible lovely people he has ever met. He truly didn’t think life could get any better. 

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he whispers knowing that you were already fast asleep. He made a note in his mind that tomorrow he had to come up with the most perfect way to purpose. He wanted it to be special and perfect because that's what you deserved. 

Calum never expected this kind of love, but he was ready to have it forever. 

#calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos preferences #5sos blurb #5sos one shot

[kunderdogs]

Take A Chance V

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader) Genre: Romance / Angst Count: 3k+ Warnings: None Rating: Mature (suggestive, swearing) Summary: Who would’ve thought a one night stand with Simon D would turn into FWB? It only gets more complicated when you developed feelings, against your better judgement.

Chapter One. | Chapter Two. | Chapter Three. | Chapter Four. | Chapter Five. | Chapter Six. | Chapter Seven. |

Collapsing on your bed, you sighed at how cold it really was on the comforter. Cookie was only enough to sleep on her own but on rainy nights like this she would wonder into your room and cuddle you into the morning time. You felt that ache in your chest grow just a little bit.

She had only been gone not even twenty-four hours. They had touched down a few hours ago and had called to let you know that they made it home safely.

Nicky had come over to keep you company and she had dragged you to the salon so you two could get your nails done as a sort of pick me up. It did little to improve your mood but you were thankful to have such a thoughtful best friend.

You had texted Kiseok in the afternoon but hadn’t heard from him since yesterday. You didn’t think much of it, especially since he said he was ridiculously busy these past few days with the new track they were working on.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell him you had bumped into Jay Park either. He’d be curious as to where and then you’d have to explain it was the airport and then it was likely to snowball into why you were there. You weren’t too sure you wanted to get into all of that when you two were just FWB at this point. You didn’t exactly want to lie either so it might be better to just leave it be. It was doubtful that Jay would go back and tell him since he didn’t even know who you were in the first place.

There wasn’t much for you to worry about.

Then why was your stomach in knots just thinking about it for some reason?

Nicky was in the bathroom, taking a shower since she had invited herself to sleep over tonight. Work tomorrow was going to drag on, you were sure of it. You sighed.

A few minutes later, Nicky emerged, steam chasing her out of the room. She was drying her hair with a towel as she eyed your prone form. “How about we go out to dinner, hm? We can go to Shima’s, my treat,” the blonde coaxed you.

Shima’s was one of your favorite steakhouses in all of Seoul at the moment and she was the one to introduce you to it. One of her dates a few months ago had taken here there and she had fallen in love with their shrimp, so naturally, you were forced to accompany her when she wanted to go again.

It didn’t take you long to agree and the two of you spent about fifteen minutes getting ready. Your sweater and shorts wasn’t going to cut it there so you tossed on a casual grey long-sleeved dress that cut at your thighs and grabbed your purse from the couch. Nicky came out a few seconds after you finished tying your heels in a grey skirt and pink sweater, giggling that you two matched perfectly.

You drove there in about twenty minutes and valeted the car. When you were seated, Nicole noticed you had glanced at your phone ten times in the span of five minutes.

She huffed, straight hair blowing with the air. “Waiting on Lover Boy to text you back?”

You would’ve glared if you weren’t already feeling down in the dumps since Cookie left. It would’ve been nice to spend the night with Kiseok to distract you from feeling sad but you understood he couldn’t always come at your beck and call.

Sighing, you left it sitting on the table to focus on your best friend. “He’s busy.”

Her blue eyes narrowed, “You look like a school girl pinning after the hot jock.”

When you didn’t reply, only roll your eyes at the horrible analogy and sip your water, Nicky pouted. “___, remember this is a FWB. You can’t catch feelings for him.”

Putting the glass down, you stuck your tongue out at her. Through the weeks, you had updated her without giving away too much details. She knew about the texts messages and the sweet things Kiseok would do for you. She knew all the times he had vented and let you vent to him, how many times he made you laugh until you had tears in your eyes or how many times you noticed how different his kisses were from the first time. She watched you develop feelings for this man, even though she tried to warn you against it.

Gesturing for the waiter, Nicky ordered a drink for herself, flashing her ID. When you gave her a look, she simply sat back and said, “Tell me when you realized you liked him.”

You paused and gulped without meaning to. It was so gradual that you couldn’t pin point a particular event or day. Mulling over your answer in your head, you had to turn away from her piercing stare.

Was it when he flashed you a smile when he greeted you? Was it when he was sleeping soundly next to you? Was it when he wrapped his entire body around yours and snuggled into you? The time he was tipsy and told you that the best sleep he’s gotten in years was when he was next to you? When he called you before you left for work and told you to bring a umbrella because the forecast said it was going to rain in the city your company building was? The gentle way he handled you after fucking you in the hallway of your home because he just couldn’t wait the two seconds it would’ve taken to get to the bedroom? How he made sure to ask how you were doing and actually cared when you said you had a bad day?

You weren’t sure. Probably somewhere in between all of that.

“I wasn’t just one particular thing. It was all of them.”

You didn’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it wasn’t the one Nicole gave you just now. Her blank face broke into a soft smile, eyes sparkling at you. “You’re in love.”

The water that was previously going down your throat threatened to come back up as you choked on what she said. The waiter came back at just that moment and handed Nicky her drink before asking if you were alright.

Waving the poor guy off, you nodded and glared at her smiling face. When he left, you made sure to kick her under the table. Her smile didn’t leave her face. “You can’t just say shit like that. I don’t...I don’t love him.”

Sipping her rum and coke, aqua eyes scanned you up and down. “You can lie to everyone else, even yourself, but not to me. I can read you like a book and this chapter is interesting as hell.”

Finally, you laughed at that and she smiled fondly at you. It felt good to hear that laugh again after days of sad eyes and frowns. Dinner went by well after that. You tried to steer the conversation away from Lover Boy but Nicky had a way of circling the conversation back. It was an easy task for her, since you kept checking your phone every minute. During dessert, she had even groaned and said to just call him already which you denied immediately.

Currently, you were waiting at the table for her to get back from the restroom when the waiter came by to bring back her credit card. You took it with a smile to the man, but noticed his attention was at the door. His jaw was hanging slightly and he looked star-stuck.

“Thank-...Oh my god, that’s Simon Dominic,” he whispered in an almost panic.

You felt your heart beat increase to an unhealthy speed. Without thinking much about it, you felt your head snap in the direction of the front door with a smile on your face. What a small world that he would be here the same night you were!

You felt your blood turn to ice in your veins when your eyes finally landed on him and the smile you had slipped.

That was indeed, Jung Kiseok, dressed handsomely in a dark button down and equally dark pants. He was as gorgeous as ever, hair pushed back messily from his face as he chatted the beautiful woman on his arm. She had her head thrown back in laughter at something he said, crimson red dress wrapped tightly like she was a damn Christmas present. Her hair tumbled down and he lifted a hand to push it from her face to behind her ear and you swear you felt the world spin at that moment. It wasn’t that long ago that he did the same gesture to you...

It wasn’t that long ago that he looked at you like that - like you were the most interesting piece of art he’d ever seen.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until Nicky came up to the table, looking between you and the waiter. “What are y’all sta-...Oh my fucking God. That’s...”

Her voice, unsure and panicky, snapped you out of your trance. Quickly, you scrambled to collect your things, jaw clenching as the initial shock wore off and in it’s place - rage. You threw her card in your purse along with your phones and grabbed her hand. “Let’s get the hell out of here. Now.”

Hearing the shake in your normally confident voice, she was silent as you two made your way to the door. Thankfully, the hostess was just about to usher them to a table. You wouldn’t even have to cross paths with him.

Until the waitress was stopped by her other coworker who whispered something to her. They halted right in your path to the door. 

Nicky saw how your steps faltered and eventually came to a halt. “Come, let’s go this w-”

“___. Fancy seeing you here.”

‘Shit,’ She thought, feeling how your fingers trembled in her grip. Looking back up, Kiseok was staring you down with a hard look in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you put on a brave face and forced your eyes to match his intensity. He wasn’t expecting you to look at him like that, if the raised eyebrow was anything to go by.

“Kiseok. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” you replied, lips tight as they spread in a fake smile. 

The girl was none the wiser and smiled widely at you before tightening her grip on his arm. “I’m Yoo Nayoung. Are you two friends?”

Your eyes zeroed in on the contact but moved quickly back to his expressionless face. Something hot boiled in your chest when he hadn’t denied it. He made no move to correct her, instead, tilted his head and gave you a cold once over.

“I’m ___ -”

“We’re just acquaintances.”

Still oblivious to the tension around her, Nayoung nodded, “Either way, it’s nice to meet you.” She glanced down to your hand in Nicky’s and smiled. “Are you two also on a date? That is so cute.”

Bless her heart.

Nicky saw the opportunity to jump in and save you so she wasted no time. “Yes, but we were just heading out. Nice to meet you.”

She pulled on your arm lightly, but your eyes were still locked with Kiseok’s in a stare down. The thick tension could’ve suffocated you all until you finally felt the moisture building in the back of your eyes and brushed past them, stomping out of the steakhouse. Nicky followed quickly after you, but not before giving Kiseok the nastiest glare she could muster in two seconds.

Unbeknownst to you, Kiseok frowned as he watched you walk out. The pain in your eyes, behind the fury, made him lose his appetite almost as soon as he seen it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

The drive home was silent and you would’ve teased Nicky since it was so unlike her to let a silence linger but you were in no mood.

Knuckles tight on the steering wheel, you were beginning to get a cramp. Letting a breath out that had your chest puffing, Nicky gave you a sad look before holding your free hand in hers to comfort you.

“Talk to me,” she began in a soft voice and you hated how it made tears spring in your eyes.

You shook your head and took another deep breath.

What was there to talk about? She had seen and heard exactly what you had. Kiseok out with his girlfriend or whatever that girl was to him, and him dismissing you as just an “acquaintance” when you knew damn well you were much more than that.

Your left hand tightened it’s grip. All those hundreds of texts, late night talks, laughing at rom-coms until 3AM, soft kisses...

It meant nothing.

Try as you might, you couldn’t stop the two tears that fell as you pulled up to a red light. Worried blue eyes scanned your face before she squeezed your hand in understanding.

There had never been a conversation of what exactly you two were but you had the impression that it was a Friends With Benefits type. It was only logical since you two had sex every time he came to see you. He crossed the thin line of lover and fuck buddy so many times it had your heart confused.

You cursed the organ to hell. How stupid did you have to be to fall head first into this when he had no emotional attachment to you? How fucking stupid did you have to be to have feelings when he only saw you as a booty call?

More tears spilled as you glared at the road in front of you.

Pretty fucking stupid.

When you parked in your apartments parking garage, you threw the gear into park too roughly to be considered normal. “There’s nothing to say.”

Nicky stared after you, choosing not to linger on the fact that your normally confident voice was shaking as much as your shoulders. She leaned over the center console and wrapped her arms around you.

The week crawled by as far as you were concerned. As you expected, there were no calls or texts from Kiseok. After Tuesday came and went, you went ahead and blocked his number anyway. Nicky had hyped you about your decision, claiming you didn’t need that kind of negative vibes around you. The only highlight to your bleak routine was getting to talk and see Cookie on FaceTime.

She was having a great time with her father and you couldn’t be happier for them to be bonding. She always made sure to tell you every little detail about her day and where she went and your ex would send over the pictures he took that day so you were updated. On Friday, they were going to a magic show so she just got done telling you all about it.

“I love you, baby,” you blew kisses to her as she stuck her tongue out but said it back either way.

“I love you too, mommy!”

You smiled as the beep indicated the end of the call and you dropped your phone on the couch next to you. Nicky and another one of your coworkers had been over briefly as they tried to persuade you to come out with them.

Usually Nicky would be very forceful (like the first time you seen Simon) but, knowing you still weren’t in high spirits, she let you go this time. With a promise to call you tomorrow, the two were off for a night on the town.

A small part of you regretted staying in. You were young still, yet you were watching reruns of The Office while eating Chinese take-out at eleven on a Friday night. That same part of you wanted to go out just to prove to Kiseok that you could pull your fair share of hoes.

The more you thought of it, the angrier it made you. But it had been like that all week.

First, you’d be watching a romance movie that you absolutely hated and crying into your sweater. Next, you’d be just numb then finally the anger came back. Heartbreak was a terrible cycle and you hated going through it again.

Did he think you couldn’t get hoes? Because he’s surely mistaken!

Cuddling into the blanket, you pushed away that thought. Going to the club meant that you’d have to get out of the warmth of your home and that was a hard no.

It wasn’t for another hour until you felt your phone vibrating on the cushion next to you. You had a feeling it would be Nicky telling you to come get her drunk ass so when you grabbed it and noticed it was a number you haven’t saved in your phone, you took a few long seconds to answer it. Usually, you wouldn’t answer an unknown number but your finger hovered over the green button.

You were listed on quite a few people’s emergency contact so not answering it wasn’t really a good idea either.

“Hello?” Reaching over, you paused the show as you tried to ignore how fast your heart was beating. To whatever God was listening to you, you prayed that it wasn’t a hospital telling you Nicky was there, or worse, your daughter.

There was a long silence in which you were sure the caller hung up and even glanced to see the call still active before you said, “Nicky? Are you drunk again?”

A deep, hauntingly familiar breath exhaled. Your tight hold on the device was close to crushing the poor thing. This wasn’t Nicole.

“___...I’m outside. Can I come in?” Kiseok’s gravely voice came through your phone.

#simon d #simon dominic #simon d scenarios #aomg #aomg scenario #jung kiseok #kunderdogs scenario #take a chance #chapter five #khh scenario #khh black girls #k hip hop #korean hip hop

[i-want-candy]

👫 Attina x Alana, Tom x Phil, Mei x Ting, and reader's choice so i dont send every single relationship we have lol

Attina and Alana

Even though Alana is Beauty Queen(TM), she still claims Tina does the best hair and has her do it for her on special occasions. 

In those student x teacher conferences, Tina was always FIERCE momma bear and was on her little sisters sides no matter what they did and could often argue their sentences down if they were in detention or being threatened with suspension (though, I doubt any of them did anything bad enough for that.) However, in the car on the way home, they always got a lecture about their grades or disappointing Daddy.

Attina often would surprise Alana by covering for her when she caught her sneaking in late or would occasionally text her like “Daddy’s still up, use side entrance.” However, she always forced her to do some horrible chore or something to make up for it like cleaning the drains lmao.

Attina always gives Alana sentimental gifts, because she knows that secretly, Alana loves pictures of her family and handmade things.

Tom and Phil

When they were in uni, Phil would always get Tom into the WORST scenarios on the weekend, but during the week, he definitely helped him study and was very patient.

When they were little Phil was lowkey kind of mean to Tom and teased him for not being very good at reading and the like. This stopped when Tom got broader and started beating on him for it lmao. ALTERNATIVELY: This stopped when Tom finally burst into tears one day and Phil was like DD:

Sometimes, because neither of them can sleep, they’ll just stay up late, sitting on the couch together watching shitty telly, but they don’t really talk much. They just sit together and it’s v nice for both of them.

One time, they liked the same girl when they were in their early teens. This almost ended the Golden Brio before it began. Ironically, the girl was definitely into John and he had no idea.

Maui and Dipper

They also still talk pretty frequently, though it’s more random bits of convos than full blown ones. Mostly they send no-context memes and videos to each other. And, every year on Dipper’s birthday, Maui always sends him a cake with a picture of his (Maui’s) face on it. 

Dipper has kept Maui abreast of what was going down with Merida. They now have a group chat that is active again. Maui is pissed he is also not a knight. Some BULLSHIT - Maui. He wants full reports on all knight shenanigans.

Dipper will definitely be invited to some big fancy event at some point at like NASA or something that Maui is attending and geek out the whole time. Maui will find this endlessly entertaining.

When Dipper met Maui’s brothers they almost broke him, literally. They’re like all built like rugby players. Maui had to pry them off of him before they broke his bones.

#headcanons #my booooys #thelostillusionist

[synkiller82]

Collapse Into Me Chapter 27 - Elated

Marinette sighed as she pushed away from her desk. She missed having Adrien sitting next to her, playing his portable gaming system or reading while she was engrossed in artistic inspiration. He had left a little less than a week ago, but it was still weird after having him there for four days. The best they were able to do with his schedule, and the string of akumas that showed up that week, was talk over the phone. It sucked, but there was nothing either of them could really do. She just had to be patient a bit longer, two days to be precise, until New Year’s Eve. Adrien asked her to go to Chloe’s annual party with him, knowing his father would give him the time to go. Gabriel never turned down an invitation to a Bourgeois event.

Marinette looked over at her mannequin where her dress for the party sat finished. It was a deep plum strapless dress with a flared skirt, all of which was overlaid in black lace, which came up over the bodice to a boat neckline and three-quarter sleeves. Below it sat a pair of 2-inch black heels. The pairing looked great on her and she couldn’t wait for Adrien to see her. She had made a vest and tie out of the plum material for him to wear, which he quickly agreed to when she showed them to him last night. She just had to get through a night of Chloe being, well, Chloe, and she had enough practice doing that. She just wanted to have a nice night with Adrien, Alya, Nino, and the rest of her class.

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Adrien closed his bedroom door and slumped against it. He was exhausted from the day’s photoshoot, which ended up taking all day when his father added more outfits last minute. Sighing, he pulled away from the door and went to clean up. Dinner would be served shortly and then he had to get ready to pick up Marinette, Alya, and Nino to head to the party.

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel, Kit?” Plagg asked as he closed the mini-fridge door. “You look dead on your feet.”

“I’m fine,” Adrien insisted as he walked back into the room. “I’m not missing this party for the world.”

“Your funeral,” Plagg grumbled, chewing on his wedge of cheese. He knew Gabriel had been running Adrien hard since his return from the Dupain-Cheng household. Every day he had photoshoots that lasted hours before he had lesson after lesson to ‘catch up from his lack of focus,’ as Gabriel had called it. Personally, Plagg was ready to cataclysm Gabriel in the face for being such an Indian giver. He silently watched as his chosen left for dinner, wondering what Adrien would have to pay for being able to go to this party tonight.

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“Marinette,” Alya gasped as she gazed upon her best friend. “You are gorgeous!”

Marinette twirled in place, the full skirt flaring. “Thanks, Alya. You’re looking fabulous as well.”

“You know it girl!” Alya struck a few over-exaggerated poses. The dress Marinette had designed and made was a burnt orange v-neck wrap dress that hugged and accentuated all of Alya’s curves. She had paired the dress with black flats and she had pulled her hair into a high ponytail and curled it. “Now, let’s get downstairs. Nino just informed me that our ride is outside.”

“Please tell me Adrien didn’t bring the limo,” Marinette whispered as she took one last look in the mirror. Her hair and makeup would make 50s era Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor proud. She originally protested, but Alya wouldn’t budge, saying that it was only fitting her makeup and hair matched her dress.

Adrien and Nino were quietly whispering to each other when the door above them opened and the sound of the girls’ giggling reached them. They both turned in time to watch their girlfriends descend the last set of stairs. Adrien stepped to Marinette’s side and held out his hand to help her down the last few steps while Nino mirrored him with Alya. After greetings were exchanged and coats were donned, the couples walked outside to see Adrien’s black limo waiting for them.

Marinette groaned a bit as she slipped into the back of the vehicle, still not used to the extravagance that came with dating Adrien Agreste. She would’ve been just as happy with his sedan or even walking, since the hotel wasn’t that far from her house. She reasoned that it was probably Gabriel more than Adrien who had chosen their mode of transportation, so she tried not to let it get to her. After all, if she became a famous fashion designer, married Adrien, or, best case scenario, both...she would have to get used to being driven around in fancy vehicles.

Before long, the limo came to a stop and Viktor let the four teens out, nodding when they all thanked him before pulling away to park the car and wait. The friends headed inside and upstairs to the top floor below the pool deck where the party was being held. The room had been decorated in blacks and whites, with pops of yellow every so often. It was very subtle for a Chloe party, but Marinette had to say she liked it. They had barely made it out of the elevator before the hostess came bounding over.

“Adrikins!” Chloe called, walking up to give her childhood friend a hug and kiss. “How are you?”

“Just fine, Chloe. You look lovely as ever.”

“You’re just saying that,” Chloe feigned bashfulness. “Alya, Nino, glad you could make it.” Chloe gave cheek kisses to both guests before turning one last time. “Marinette, good to see you found another gem in that drab wardrobe of yours,” Chloe remarked with a small smile.

“All for you, Chloe,” Marinette shot back with a wink. Both girls giggled as they greeted each other. “The venue looks wonderful.”

“Of course it does, Jean-Pierre made sure of it,” Chloe snapped as she flipped her hair. It didn’t work nearly as well with her hair down as it did in her normal ponytail, but she got the point across. “If you will excuse me.”

“Marinette? Are you going to let her talk to you like that?” Alya whispered as the heiress left to greet more guests.

“That’s just the way Chloe is. She didn’t mean anything by it. Ever since the whole Lila thing, we’ve been on better terms, but she still has her moments.”

“Yeah, she didn’t call you Dupain-Cheng this time,” Nino observed as they made their way to their table. “Maybe she is trying. I mean, she invited the whole class to her party this year and she hasn’t been nearly as mean as she has in years past.”

“She really is a good person,” Adrien remarked, looking a bit wistful. “She just feels like she has to be over-the-top to get attention.”

“I can understand that,” Marinette agreed, thinking about Andre and Audrey. They were always so busy, one being the mayor of Paris and the other running a global fashion magazine empire from New York. Marinette wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t have turned out the same if she was in Chloe’s place.

“Anyway, enough of this. Let’s dance!” Alya jumped up and grabbed Nino, dragging him to his feet and toward the dance floor. “Catch you two later!”

Marinette shook her head as she watched her friends find a place and start dancing. The current song was Clara’s newest pop release and Marinette found herself bouncing along to the beat from her chair.

“So, have I mentioned how gorgeous you look tonight?” Adrien whispered in Marinette’s ear as he placed his arm across the back of her chair. He noticed Marinette’s cheeks darken as she ducked her head. “I’m serious,” he continued. “No one can hold a candle to your beauty.”

Marinette swatted at his chest as she giggled. “You sound almost like Chat Noir, but thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.”

“You think so?” Adrien feigned surprise as he backed up a bit. “A good friend of mine, who happens to be an outrageously talented designer, made it for me.” Adrien added a wink for good measure.

Marinette scoffed, taking mock offense. “Well, maybe I should go talk to this ‘good friend’ of yours. Sounds like she should be your girlfriend instead of me.”

Adrien held a hand to his chest. “Say it isn’t so, Mari! You would break up with me over my ‘good friend’?”

Marinette finally broke into laughter, unable to continue the teasing conversation. Adrien smiled and laughed along with her, happy to hear her laugh again. It just wasn’t the same over the phone.

Suddenly, Marinette was yanked out of her seat by a blur of orange. “Come on, you two. Stop being wallflowers and get out here,” Alya huffed as she pulled on Marinette some to try to get her moving toward the dance floor despite Marinette’s protests.

Adrien shrugged and got up, taking Marinette’s arm away from Alya. “Allow me to escort you, Mari.”

Marinette groaned, but allowed Adrien to lead her onto the dance floor as her favorite slow song began to play. She shot Alya a knowing look, watching as her friend shrugged. She turned her attention back to Adrien and wrapped her arms around his neck while he placed his hands on her waist. They slowly turned to the music, and Marinette snuggled closer to Adrien, allowing him to wrap his arms tightly around her, both happy to have this time together after being apart for what felt like forever.

“Alright everyone,” Chloe’s voice rang out through the speakers. “Let’s head to the roof for the best seats in Paris to ring in the new year!”

Everyone excitedly headed up the winding staircase after Chloe and surprisingly, Luka. It seems that after everything that had happened between Marinette, Adrien, and Luka, Chloe had started talking to him and they hit it off. Marinette and Adrien were the last up the stairs and found a spot near the railing as the countdown began.

“Hey, Marinette,” Adrien leaned in, placing his chin on her shoulder so she could hear him better. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me over the years, but especially this year.”

Marinette turned slightly in his embrace, allowing her to look into his emerald eyes as he continued.

“You have been my rock when I felt like I was drifting away, my light when I was lost, and my hope when all I had was despair.” He reached up and cupped her cheek, smiling when she nuzzled it slightly. “I don’t know what the future holds for either of us, but I do know that I want to remain by your side through it all.”

“I would love nothing more,” Marinette whispered before the shouts rang out and the new year was ushered in with a fantastic fireworks display at the Eiffel Tower. However, they were dwarfed by the sparks Marinette felt as her lips brushed Adrien’s, sealing their quiet promise to one another.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #fluff

[camillemontespan]

the abc of love [drake and camille]

For those who wish to know more about Dramille (yes that’s their couple name which I’ve just made up on the spot, come at me!)

@cora-nova thanks for creating these amazing questions, I enjoyed filling them out!

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1. A - ANNIVERSARIES

They always celebrate their relationship anniversary. They do the same thing each year - sit in front of the fire out on the terrace and make smores. It’s simple but it’s cute and it suits them perfectly.

2. B - BELIEFS

Camille likes to think there is something after death. Drake is the opposite- he doesn’t believe in God and he thinks that once you’re dead, you’re dead. 

Camille says she doesn’t believe in star signs but she will still sneak a peak in the horoscope section of magazines, you know, just in case. 

3. C - COLLECTABLES

Drake has kept the receipt of their first dinner date together. He also has an album on his phone which are just photos he has taken of Camille. He looks at it whenever he misses her or just wants to feel warm and fuzzy.

Camille got into scrapbooking, thanks to Maxwell. She keeps photos, receipts, restaurant napkins, theatre tickets... everything they have done, she will keep a memento of. 

4. D - DRINKS & FOOD

Drake does most of the cooking, which is surprising to some people - they only see him when he is mocking the tiny finger food at court. When he cooks, he prepares hearty meals that are meant to be feasted on. 

Camille likes white wine. She also loves Espresso Martinis, which are perfect for a night out because it gets you drunk and keeps you awake at the same time. Drake thinks cocktails are unnecessary but if Camille asks him to join in, he will. He will always choose a Manhattan (unless he is at brunch and has a mimosa. More on that later).

They both love going to this seafood restaurant that is right by the harbour in Cordonia’s Old Town. The fish is caught that day and they will both sit outside, looking out at the harbour, eating grilled fish and drinking white wine (Drake will actually drink white wine if he is having fish, and red wine if he is having steak). 

Camille’s comfort food is mac n cheese as it reminds her of home.

5. E - EXERCISE

Camille enjoys barre class, Pilates and spinning. Drake prefers just sweating it out in the gym, but if it’s a sunny day, he will hike up the mountains. He feels free when he is high up, away from civilisation. 

They both watch NFL. Camille supports the Giants, Drake obviously supports the Texans. They host Superbowl at their house every year, which is always fun as they get really into it, with bets and hotdogs and whiskey. Hana and Maxwell don’t understand the rules, Liam is too busy checking his work emails and Olivia gets bored but they enjoy the entertainment. 

6. F - FIRST

Their first dance was at a ball in court and both wanted the other but couldn’t do anything about it. For Drake, that first dance was torture as he held her close, wishing he could kiss her.

Their first kiss was over a bottle of whiskey. Drake remembers Camille tasting of whiskey and watermelon lip balm. 

Their first time together was, again, after drinking whiskey. Drake had taken her back to her room to sleep off the whiskey but before she could go, he couldn’t help himself and kissed her. One thing led to another..

7. G - GOLD

They both don’t care for wealth or material possessions. Camille was working class and got her first job aged 14 to help her grandmother with the rent, food shopping, bills. She views money as a way to survive; not to flash the cash and spend on designer items or cars. 

Drake’s most prized possession is his grandmother’s engagement ring, which he proposed to Camille with. To him, it is priceless.

8. H - HOME

Camille’s parents died when she was five from a drug overdose. Camille was adopted by her grandmother, Gisele. They lived in a small house in the outskirts of New York. Camille is part French on her grandmother’s side - they are descendants of Madame de Montespan, mistress of Louis XIV. Gisele always talked about it - Camille doesn’t as she thinks nobody would believe her, plus she doesn’t like to brag.

Drake visited the ranch in Texas every summer and it’s a place where he feels happiest. 

9. I - ISSUES

Camille isn’t keen on Kiara (Kinky Kiara). They sometimes argue when Drake starts thinking that he doesn’t deserve this life, which Camille always takes  great pains to tell him he does.

10. J - JOLLY JOKER

Drake loves humour when comedians say the very thing they shouldn’t. Anything that’s controversial, Drake likes. 

Camille is incredibly ticklish and Drake knows it. Drake takes advantage of this all the time. 

11. K - KIDS

Camille loves babies and gets broody easily. Since she lost her parents so young, she has always wanted babies and a home to create. 

When they had Lily, Drake was over protective from the start. He would watch over her while she slept, scared she would stop breathing. 

Camille is very hands on and loves Lily with every fibre of her being. This child will never feel lonely or lost.

12. L - LOOK

Camille will wear Prada, Gucci and Chanel when she is on Duchess duty. When she is off duty, she likes to wear Anthropologie and The Kooples. She takes skincare seriously, and has the wrinkle free skin to prove it, and her favourite perfume is Gabrielle by Chanel - her mother was called Gabrielle, so the perfume holds a special meaning to her. 

Drake relies on the old faithful - denim shirt and jeans. But, when he suits up for court events, he really suits up. Armani suits. His favourite perfume is Bleu de Chanel, which smells woody and masculine.

13. M - MEDIA

Drake doesn’t like social media as he doesn’t see the point in it. Who cares what you ate for dinner? Why are people taking photos of their dinners? 

They both have Netflix. Drake likes Stranger Things (he fancies Nancy). Camille loves Queer Eye (can you believe?!)

14. N - NETWORK

Their core group consists of Liam, Maxwell, Hana and Olivia. They don’t like Madeleine but will tolerate her if she is around. Camille is the people person of the relationship; she sparkles and knows all the right anecdotes. Bertrand taught her well. 

15. O - OBLIGATIONS

Camille focuses more on Duchess duties. She hosts an open house every Thursday from 1-4, a tradition that was abandoned more than 200 years ago but which she has brought back. It means the citizens of Valtoria can visit the estate and speak to her in person regarding any issues they have.  Drake deals with things around the estate such as land conservation. 

16. P - PAMPERING

Camille goes to the spa with Hana and Olivia once a month. Drake likes the plunge pool.

Drake makes Camille breakfast in bed every Sunday. It is their couple time. They will sip coffee, eat waffles with nutella and bananas and read their papers. Sometimes, if he is feeling fun, he will make them mimosas (Hana introduced him to mimosas and he was ashamed to really like it).

17. Q - QUESTIONS

They are both private about their personal life as they don’t court attention. They share everything - Camille had to teach Drake to trust her with his secrets. It was another wall which she broke down.

18. R - ROUTINE

They both get up at 8am to have breakfast on their balcony. Camille attends meetings and Drake talks to landowners. They both have a meeting together for one hour in which they discuss their duties, progress etc but after that, they talk about normal things. They have dinner together every evening and they don’t talk about work.

19. S - SENSUALITY

They both love sex. They are both passionate and like to focus on the other. Drake is very generous and gives all of himself to her. They aren’t crazy in the bedroom but they have handcuffs and have used hot wax before. The balcony is one of their favourite places to have sex. Camille likes to be dominated over; any time he picks her up against a wall, she loves it. 

20. T - TOGETHER

They are such a cosy couple. They are always touching; whether its kissing or holding hands, they find a way to touch. Olivia says they are sickening.

21. U - UPS & DOWNS

For Drake, he only needs Camille and their daughter to be happy. 

He likes the simple things. He loves whiskey, the outdoors, the smell of wood burning in a fire. Texas. Endless summers in Texas. He loves the scent of Camille’s hair - coconut- and her watermelon lipbalm when she kisses him. 

Camille loves Drake and Lily. She adores their dog, Maxwell, named after their friend of course, and she loves New York. 

Camille is the eternal optimist while Drake can be very pessimistic. 

22. V - VACATION

They enjoy hiking up the mountains and city breaks. Rome was a particular favourite of theirs as they wandered round the city unnoticed, getting drunk on wine and overeating on pizza and pasta.

23. W - WEDDING

They married at the Walker ranch at sunset. Camille had planned most of it and had kept the location secret from Drake until she was forced to tell him (basically when the invitations were ready to be posted).  He got quite emotional and had to have a moment alone. So much joy.

They spent their wedding night by the lake at the ranch. It was really warm outside and they hadn’t wanted to be cooped up indoors. Drake found pillows and blankets and they consummated their marriage by the lake. 

24. X - EXs

Drake has slept around but has no ex-girlfriends. He didn’t think any girl deserved to be ‘saddled’ with him so he made sure he was distant and aloof. It didn’t work; the ladies loved it, wanting the chance to ‘help him’. He didn’t like many of the girls at court anyway as they were too spoiled or giggly or annoying. 

Camille had a boyfriend when she was 7 years old called Patrick which lasted one day. When she was 16, she had a boyfriend called James who she was with for two years. 

25. Y - YELLING

Camille gets emotional. Drake is rational. This swaps around when Drake is drunk; if they fight when they’ve been drinking, he shouts. Camille will treat him like a child, which only annoys him more. 

They fight when Drake relies too much on whiskey to cloud his negative thoughts. 

Camille is fantastic at the silent treatment. 

26. Z - ZOOM

They were made for each other. Drake can now die a happy man having been with her and Camille finally feels safe and loved and wanted. They are best friends wrapped up as lovers.

#coranovawrites #the abc of love #drake walker x mc #cora-nova

[ronanwazlib]

wolfstar pride pt. 3

(please rb in case the linked posts still don’t show up in this new algorithm!!!)

As the last of the parade goers wandered off and said their goodbyes, Sirius tousled Remus' hair and announced that he was hungry.

"What do you reckon, Moony? Fancy a bite with ol' Sirius and the girls?"

Remus' heartbeat a bit faster, but he pretended to ponder it over a moment.  "Suppose I could eat. I am craving chocolate." He admitted with a shy smile, ducking his chin. Now Sirius' heart kicked up.

"Right then. I know just the spot." He eyed a payphone outside of a petrol station. "I'm going to duck out and call a friend. Well, he's more like my brother. See if he wants to join. Back in a mo'!" He jogged off and Remus gathered Dorcas and her girlfriend, who was trailing the sign behind her tiredly and cheered at the proposed nourishment. Sirius walked them down to an American style diner crammed in beside three or four seedy pubs. They slid into a large booth in the back corner, Sirius smushed up against Remus without even thinking, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He shifted his weight so that his shoulder was pressed against Remus', who was starting to believe that maybe it was.

"Budge over." Marlene said as she threw a cheeky glance at Sirius. "I wanna sit next to your boooooooyfriend." An hour ago, Remus would have turned red on the spot and leapt up from the table, stammering excuses and protestations, but now his eyes darted over to Sirius' unimpressed expression and then back to the girl's as he tossed an arm around the back of the vinyl lacquered seating and across Black's shoulders, before scooting them both down. Then he smirked, one corner of his freckled mouth turning up. "There's room, why don't you get closer, McKnickers."

Even Dorcas looked impressed as their mouths all dropped open. Remus settled back in his seat with a self satisfied grin just as a tallish boy with unruly dark hair and the thickest set of black frames Lupin had ever seen loped up to their table, with a tiny red headed girl in tow. "What are you lot doing gapping with your mouths open like fish?" He asked, fighting a laugh, before throwing himself down on Sirius' other side and picking up the menu. As the girl examined their choices, he peered at them from the top of the laminated cardboard. "Alright then, lads? How was your... event?"

Marlene scoffed, while Dorcas flipped him two V's. "Lads!" She cried in outrage. "Last I checked, you know, I weren't no lad!"

Marlene's face shifted into a bemused smile as she innocently sipped at her glass of water. "Last I checked, too." James' eyes went wide and his face reddened. Dorcas and Sirius both dissolved into uproarious laughter and even Remus chuckled at the group's friendly teasing.

"Alright, alright! That's enough, ladies!" The tiny girl spoke for the first time, and her voice was much stronger than Remus had been expecting. "Don't break poor James' heart by reminding him about the night life he's missing out on! He can't bear it, you know how sensitive he gets."

James rolled his eyes and shoved her good naturedly with a gentle hand. "Piss off, Evans." He said all smarmy, before ducking his head to kiss her once, then twice, then long enough that the rest of their friends began to cheer or jeer.

"Come on, mate, you've already got one in the oven!" Sirius called out and they finally broke apart as a waitress took their orders.

Remus turned to him. "Is she really pregnant?" He whispered and Sirius broke into a wide smile. "Yep. Eight months along in a week or so, not that you'd know it. It's like she uses magic to hide it, or something."

"But it's not magic, Sirius, it's just clever layering of clothing and never letting anyone stare for too long. Not that I'm ashamed, of course." She cut in, rolling her eyes at Black and fixing him with a sharp stare.

"Congratulations, er..." Remus began.

"Lily." She offered her petite fingers to him across the table to shake with a new bright smile. "Pleasure to meet you.."

"Remus. Remus Lupin."

"Pleasure, Remus. And thanks. We couldn't be more excited."

"Or surprised." James added. "God, you never think it'll happen to you... One time you forget and now you're awaiting a sprog." His eyes shone, and he kissed Lily again, on the top of her head.

She turned back to Remus. "Not going to ask why I'm near to pop and out and about, then?" She began, but Remus waved a hand.

"Think you can trust your own judgement. And I'd bet that you aren't the type to let anything stop you." He replied easily, leveling her stare with a kind smile. Her grin broadened and she leaned over James to punch Sirius' shoulder.

"Oh, I approve." She stalled and placed a hand to her stomach with a dignified wince. "Baby does too."

Sirius mimed wiping away tears and blowing his nose loudly into James' discarded jean jacket. "I'm gonna be an uncle." He blubbered, clutching Remus' arm as though in hysteria. They all laughed, then were distracted by the food arriving.

"God, what is wrong with the Americans! And can I grow up to be just like them?" James had crowed upon seeing the wide array of fried foods they'd ordered. Nobody noticed that Sirius didn't take his hand off Lupin's arm, or that Remus slid his own over it to keep it there.

~

Once everyone had finished, forcing down the last burnt chip at the bottom of the basket (Marlene) or loudly slurping the final sip of a milkshake (Sirius), they all elected to go round someone's house and "get blitzed," as Dorcas put it. The debate lasted a while, Remus listening the whole time without much input seeing as he was basically a stranger to them all, and he lived in a bad part of the city in a shite little flat he wasn't too keen to have people over to. Dorcas and Marlene had crazy housemates, Lily lived back home in Cokeworth and was only staying with James until they could move into a house of their own outside of London, James had somehow forgotten the keys to his flat and someone called Pete wasn't answering the phone, leaving him fuming about the ten pence he'd lost to a phone booth, and Sirius was currently sleeping on James' sofa, so they were running out of options quickly. Marlene and Dorcas returned from the drugstore in Piccadilly square, where they were currently stopped, and waved the brown bag at the rest of them.

"Come on then, whiskey's getting cold!"

Sirius raked a hand through his hair with a groan. "Alright, alright, I've a shitty idea."

"So one of your usual ideas then?" James quipped, raising an eyebrow. Sirius smacked him on the backside of his head. James stuck his tongue out at him, then Lily smacked him again and chided him for acting like a tiddler when his unborn child was around. James lovingly placed a hand on her abdomen and cooed apologies at her belly button.

Sirius' face twisted in a grimace for a split second, and James was suddenly at his side and not laughing any longer. They all circled around him as he stared down at his boots. Hating to just stand there idly, Remus stepped forward and pressed his fingers into Sirius' hand. He squeezed back and finally spoke.

"We could go to the ol- my house... No one's there since my mother died, and it's technically mine... I've just been avoiding going over there."

James balked at him. "Ta, mate, but you don't have to go back there if it's too much." Remus frowned. What had happened at the place that Sirius would rather stay on a sofa at James' with three other people than go there?

Sirius shrugged, all smiles as though his minute of panic had never happened. "Nah, it's just sitting there anyhow. Might as well use it to keep our drunken arses out of the cold." With that he stepped forward with a dramatic thunk of his boots on the pavement, and began to lead the way. James and Lily had actually driven in her car, so they all piled in for the ride to the Black home. Remus gave Marlene the other seat, but they protested when he tried to curl up at their feet, so he ended up half on her lap and half on Sirius'. He very awkwardly attempted to at least angle most of his bottom away from the girl, as she probably didn't want to be crushed under a lanky male behind, and because to his chagrin, Sirius probably wanted exactly that. He tried not to think about it too much, focusing on the strains of the Clash trailing in from the radio.

Sirius' house was grand. It was sandwiched between two other very large and posh estates on a street that was completely clear of any refuse and not a spot of graffiti to be seen. When he unlocked the door and led them inside, the interior was a different story. Cobwebs darkened the gloomy corners of every corridor, complimenting the peeling gold wallpaper and cream paint flaking off of the banister. The heavy brocade curtains all wheezed a layer of dust when Sirius threw them open to let in some air through the windows, some of which sported cracked or missing panes. The ancient floor creaked as they gingerly tiptoed around in observation. Ghoulish hunting trophies and lifelike oil paintings of harrowing and stern figures followed their every move. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw Lily shiver.

"Well, here's home. Cozy, isn't it?" Sirius preened, smacking a switch hanging out of the wall to bring light flickering in from an ornate brass chandelier overhead.

"Right..." Remus replied, attention turned to the large black cloth draped over a heavy gilt frame, now illuminated.

"That's dear old Mum." Sirius told him with false adoration and just a hint of bitterness. "Keep her covered up so that I don't have to feel her judgement whenever I come by to pay the caretaker's wages."

Sirius could afford to hire a caretaker who didn't seem to even do his job, and yet he slept in James' living room? "There's a caretaker?"

"Well, no, not really. I keep changing the locks on him so he can't get in, but he usually finds a way. Like magic, it is. Cor, I'd bet he's here even now, creepy bugger he is." Sirius chuckled, before a loud scream sent both men racing into the kitchen.

"What the bloody hell!" Remus exclaimed, as they found James, pale as a sheet and clutching the space between the wall and the ice box, across from a squat old man bent onto the floor surrounded by piles of silverwear.

"Pansy here be scared o' old men." He grumped, mouth twisting into a sneer as he gestured with a delicate wrist and his polishing cloth as though it were a ladies handkerchief. Then he shrieked in a high falsetto, "Gave me a fright sir, Ohhh!" and swooned.

James scowled, and Sirius moved to haul him up from his spot, kicking over a pile of incredibly tarnished spoons. "Mr. Kreacher, get the hell out of my house before I call the police. I took your last key."

The Kreacher fellow jerked out of his grasp. "Bah! What a waste it is in your hands, too! Look at how you keep the place. Look what you've done to the family silverware!"

"Do not make me ask again. Take this and leave us." Sirius pushed a crumpled twenty into his hands. The bitter caretaker nearly growled at them as he slunk out the door.

~

"Well, that effectively removed me of ten years of my life." James announced briskly, clapping his hands together as Marlene and Remus walked about lighting candles with Sirius' silver lighter and a book of matches. They were holed up in the basement, one of the only places Sirius could stand to be in, and therefore one of the cleanest.

They'd laid a few small and threadbare blankets on the ground, yet Marlene and Dorcas still huddled together for warmth. "Freezing my bollocks off here, thanks, Siri, darling." Dorcas groused, and her scowl deepened when James shot back, "I thought you didn't have any bollocks Dori, dearest."

"Then why aren't we drinking?" He replied, twisting the cap off the bottle, their second one as they'd shared the first between the four of them on the walk and ride over, and something much more fancy than their pharmacy score from the Black cellars, with a roll of his eyes. He fixed the short haired girl with a sarcastic smirk; he knew she was mostly being dramatic, seeing as it was summer and just under 18°. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Oi, save that for Marlene!" He jeered as she shoved at him, and Marlene, hearing her name and Sirius' voice called out, "Wanker!" without even looking up from the long shaft of the candle she was lighting. Sirius shrugged and set the first bottle on the stone floor with a clink and a devious glint in his silver eyes.

Remus chuckled, then looked to Lily, sitting against one wall, James' jacket tucked behind her back. "There a history I'm missing here?"

Lily smiled then arched an eyebrow at the pair. "Oh them? Marlene was Sirius' first kiss in year four. Played seven minutes in Heaven. I know, much more mature than spin the bottle." She joked. Remus laughed again. "Then they dated for about two weeks. Lot of snogging, those two. Then someone accused him of being her beard and she went off on them. Somehow the shouting match turned into an invitation to dinner to prove she really liked her man. Guess who the accuser was?" She deadpanned, eyes settling on Meadowes, still harassing Sirius.

Said "wanker" was rubbing his hands together and beckoning Remus over. "Gather round, ducks, and give us a spin. Who's first then, Evans, are you game?"

Lily, unmoving from her somewhat more comfortable spot, shook her head with a wry smile. "God, no. I kissed enough of you lot when we were 15." The rest of the group began to cahjole her, even Remus calling out, "Come on, Evans." and throwing a wink in her direction.

"Oh alright!" She conceded, shooing off James, who was still at her side. "Be a dear and spin for me."

The bottle whirled clunkily around for a few moments before its head settled between Sirius' feet.

"Oooo!" Marlene giggled. "You've got to kiss Lils, Sirius."

"With pleasure." Sirius said, pretending to fan himself with an exaggerated lick of his lips. Remus watched his tongue swipe out from behind his teeth.

"Ohh no!" Lily protested, pointing a finger to James. "He spun for me. He's the one who's got to snog you." James and Sirius pulled the exact same look of disgust, staring at each other, aghast.

"That's bloody incest, Evans, and as the mother of our child your suggesting it quite disturbs and concerns me!" James cried.

Sirius wrinkled his nose haughtily. "I shan't be kissing... That." The rest of them laughed and said they had to, rules were rules, it weren't personal, innit? With a sigh, James trudged forward, eyeing Sirius apprehensively. At the last moment a grin quirked at the corners of his mouth and he grabbed Sirius' by the back of his head, hurdling him forward to smash his lips... against his forehead with a loud smack. His glasses smushed up against his hairline, the both of them drew away laughing.

"Mate, I didn't know you loved me that much." Sirius told him, false shock coloring his tone.

"'Course I love you, arsehole!" James chirruped over his shoulder as he placed his glasses back onto his nose and crossed back over to Lily. The next few spins of the bottle saw Remus peck a slightly stunned James Potter on the lips, Dorcas kissing Sirius full on the mouth, and quite a bit of snogging from Marlene and her girlfriend, who were cheating and placing their feet in the bottle's trajectory. Eventually, and without any sapphic intervention, one quick flick of the wrist of Sirius Black pointed the bottle directly across at Remus, whose cheeks pinked only a little... from the alcohol, of course. He looked up at Sirius with a sort of blank expression that was equal parts hesitant and Well, try it, then... and rose to his feet only to find Black still firmly planted on the floor.

"No." He said, with a careless shrug of his shoulders.

"No?" Remus repeated, halting in his tracks. His stomach dropped.

Sirius shook his head, tossing his hair out of his eyes, which were hard. "No." He intoned again, with a certain finality that declined any further explanation. "Won't do it."

"Oh." Remus said, still a bit confused, though on his way to being angry, and hurt. "Right, then." He resumed his seat, legs crossed, holding his own elbows. At this point Marlene was half asleep in Dorcas' lap, Dorcas herself being a giggling mess. He couldn't understand what he'd read wrong.

part one part two inspo 

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50&67 Sweetvee

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50. “You told me you loved me so why did you go away?”

67. “Love terrifies me.”

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In a small town like Riverdale, news travelled fast. Especially news concerning a certain Serpent being back in town.

Veronica sat with Betty in a booth at Pop’s, sipping their milkshakes and gushing over Betty’s big rock on her finger. “I can’t believe Jughead Jones proposed to you. I recall him saying marriage was superficial a few years ago.”

“Well, he changed his mind.”

“Obviously. Have you seen that rock?! I’m impressed.” A blush coated Betty’s cheeks, accompanying her giddy smile. “So, what’s the plans for the big day?” Veronica asked, already planning the whole event in her head. She was so excited for Betty.

“We want a chill wedding, nothing grand. Just our best friends and close family.”

Although they were best friends, the two girls had polar opposite ideas of a dream wedding. Veronica was all about a royal-like wedding while Betty prefered an intimate reception.

Veronica pulled a face of disapproval. “It’s your big day, Betty. You can’t settle for a small reception. Here, I’ll call Miranda, she’s the best wedding planner in New York. She’ll make all your dreams come true.��

Betty hummed, knowing Veronica won’t quit it until she agreed on hiring that wedding planner and took a sip of her vanilla milkshake. “My mom and FP are throwing a small engagement party for us on Saturday. I expect you to be there.”

“Of course, B. I wouldn’t miss it.” Betty’s phone buzzed on the table and she reached out, reading the message. “Is it lover boy?” Veronica asked, arching an eyebrow.

Betty shook her head. “No. It’s Toni saying there’s gonna be some late-additions to the guestlist.”

“Is Archie back from California?” The hope and excitement in Veronica’s voice could lead to think she still had feelings for the ginger man but, don’t be fooled. They were over.

“No, Archie unfortunately can’t make it. Jug’s pretty upset his best friend isn’t there,” she explained. “Al least he’ll have Fangs and Sweet Pea.”

“Wait. Sweet Pea is in town?!” Veronica repeated, eyebrows narrowing and jaw clenching at the thought of her ex-boyfriend.

Betty’s green eyes widen, realizing she shouldn’t have said that. “Oh shit.” Before she could say anything else, Veronica bolted from her seat, coat and handbag in her arms, and hurried out the door. “V, wait!”

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Ignoring Betty bombarding her phone with text messages and missed calls, Veronica headed to the Wyrm, knowing if Sweet Pea was back in town, he’d be there. He always spends his Friday nights at the Serpent bar.

It was a good thing André was waiting for the girls in the parking lot or else she would’ve had to walk all the way across Southside in her Louboutins. André stopped the car in front of the rundown bar and Veronica got out, heels clicking on the pavement.

As expected, her arrival made a few heads turn, clearly standing out of the lot with her handbag worth ten times their rent. And, that’s without counting the rest of her designer clothes.

Ignoring the dirty stares from elderly Serpents, she pushed the heavy door open, scrunching her nose as the vapors of cheap alcohol and smoke filled her nostrils. It was quite a drastic change of scenery from her fancy New York clubs. 

Veronica looked around, scanning the bar for a tall Serpent, walking with a confident step once she spotted him at the bar, having a laugh with the bartender. If only he knew what was coming for him…

“Back in town I see. If I were you, I’d watch my back,” Veronica said, loud and clear, as she crossed the room. “Who knows, you might’ve made it to Daddy’s List. He’s very eye for an eye…more so when it concerns his daughter.”

Kept to secrecy, no one knew who’s names were on that infamous list of Hiram’s. All Veronica knew was that whoever was on that list never got to live long after their name was inked down on the paper.

After witnessing Veronica cry for days, confined in her bedroom, she wouldn’t be surprised if her father had put the name of the man who was responsible for the tears in her beautiful eyes on said list. She was his darling daughter after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to get his hands dirty for her.

At the sound of her voice, Sweet Pea whirled around, finger tightly wrapped grasping his glass of whiskey. “Veronica.”

“Save your saliva. I’m not finished.” It wasn’t often a Northsider dared talking like that to a Serpent so, naturally, heads turned, watching the scene unfold. “Being the Serpent King’s right hand must’ve gotten to your head but, lucky for you, I’m here to knock you off your pedestal. You tactik to lure people with your Chuck Bass-esque paroles might’ve worked and successfully fooled me into thinking you were a good person despite the double headed snake on your back but, as Daddy would say, everyone’s true colors shows eventually: you’re just a spineless coward, Sweet Pea.”

Whistles were heard in the room and Sweet Pea felt uncomfortable. He knew he had hurt Veronica - and he hated himself for it - but she didn’t need to take out their dirty laundry in front of everyone.

“Will you please quiet down?” Sweet Pea hissed, lowering his head to her level.

She huffed, giving him attitude. “I don’t have any orders to take from you.”

“Then, let’s go somewhere more…private. I don’t fancy everyone in this bar hearing our conversation.”

Knowing it would be empty, Sweet Pea took her hand and pulled her into FP’s office. To his surprise, she didn’t put a fit and followed.

Sweet Pea closed the door behind them and, when he turned around to face Veronica, he was met by angry fists jabbing at the his chest. The Serpent let her hit him, cashing the hits without blocking the hits or fighting back. He deserved it, every hits.

Once she was done, Veronica curled her fingers over the lapels of his jacket, pulling herself together before shoving him, back hitting the door.

Months have passed since Sweet Pea skipped town without warnings yet, it felt like it was yesterday. Seeing him tonight re-opened an old wound that felt ten times more painful than the day she realized the Serpent had left.

When he had left, she thought he had the intentions of never coming back but, he did and didn’t bother giving her a ring. It was as if he never knew her, never cared about her, never loved her.

“Anything to say for your defence?” Veronica asked, arching an eyebrow as she waited for his answer, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m sorr-’‘he started but she cut him off.

”No. Say anything but that. A mediocre apology won’t excuse you for the pain you caused me, Sweet Pea.“

Sweet Pea looked down, not knowing what to say. Unlike his friends, he wasn’t good with words - he was better with his fists. He didn’t have Jughead’s writer brain nor Toni’s quick wit. If Veronica was expecting some grand apologies from him, she better take a seat - and grab a snack.

”You told me you loved me so why did you go away?“ Tears filled her eyes. ’’D-did you even mean it?” she asked with so much agony in her voice.

Seeing the hurt in her dark irises, Sweet Pea spoke up. He had made her cry enough already. “Of course I did. Why the fuck would I have told you that if I didn’t?”

“I don’t know!” she snapped, hands in the air. “You completely vanished from the surface of the earth right after saying those three words. It leaves to interpretations…”

“I love you so fucking much, this is why I left Riverdale. You mean more to me than any other person and that scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt this way before and it terrifies me, love terrifies me.”

“I thought snakes weren’t afraid of anything,” she said, putting up a front.

In response, Sweet Pea scoffed. “We’re not emotionless warrior robots, Veronica. We- I know I pretend to be one but, I’m not. I have feelings and I have no idea how to deal with them. To me, love is like falling into the empty: you don’t know what you’re gonna get at the end and you have zero control over anything. That’s fucking terrifying for me. I thought I could do it - loving you -but, as I laid in my bed that night, I got the jitters and I didn’t have the heart to break up with you so I packed a bag, got on my bike and left with Fangs.”

The Serpent walked a few steps, crossing the distance between them and got hold of Veronica’s hands. Her heart jumped as their hands touched, a familiar feeling filling her stomach. “I thought it would hurt less to erase myself from your life but, clearly, I was wrong…”

“Careful there or else you’re gonna start battling first place with my ex-boyfriend in the dumb decision departement.”  

A light laugh escaped his lips. “Leaving you was the dumbest decision I’ve ever made. I-I love you, Veronica. I love you so fucking much-”

Tears filled her eyes again and she shook her head, twisting her hands free from Sweet Pea’s hold. “I can’t…” she said, her voice thick with sorrow and melancholy.  

She was hurt and he just couldn’t expect her to be okay after hearing him out. Even if it took him a lot or courage to say those three little words again.

A part of Veronica wanted to let Sweet Pea in again despite the lengthy emotional breakdown and months of utter sadness because, although he broke her heart, it still beat for him and that’s why it was so difficult to forgive him. While another chance could be the best thing she’s ever done, it could also backfire on her and end with a broken heart - again. Standing this close to her, she wanted nothing more than to hug him, feel his strong body under hers and never let go.  

Her thoughts were cut short when someone knocked at the door, asking why the hell it was locked. FP.  Sweet Pea went to the door, unlocked it and opened it ajar. “We’ll be out in a minute, Boss,” he assured the man. “We needed a quiet place to talk.”

FP raised an eyebrow, peaking in and seeing Veronica Lodge. He locked eyes with the young Serpent. “No funny business in here, kids.”

“Yes, Boss.”

The door closed again and they were back to being just the two of them.

Returning his attention to Veronica, it hit Sweet Pea how fucking beautiful and hot his ex-girlfriend was. She was always beautiful but, with her stronger jaw and fuller looking breast - or maybe it was a push up bra? - she was- wow. Or, maybe he felt like this because the last time he saw her was two years ago.

“Want a picture? It lasts longer.”

Her snarky comment made him chuckle. “No need. I have plenty in my phone.” Veronica’s face twisted into disgust. Oh shit. “I didn’t- That’s not- Ugh, I meant I kept all our photos on my phone so could look at them whenever I missed you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m in love with you, Veronica! Fucking hell, how many times do I need to say it for you to believe me?”

His change of tone made her jump a little, not expecting his voice to raise. “I…”

Sighing, Sweet Pea’s male instincts took over and he walked over to Veronica, pressing their lips together, cupping her jaw tenderly. As his lips touched hers, she forgets her months of moping and crying and she kissed Sweet Pea back. It only lasted for a few seconds before she found her head again and pushed the Serpent away a little bit more roughly than intended.

“What the fuck?”

“No, I meant: what the fuck,” she clarified, fisting the collar of his tee shirt to pull him down to her level before kissing him.

Decrypting her coded thoughts, Sweet Pea grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto FP’s desk, stepping between her legs as they deepened the kiss, hands wandering everywhere on their bodies.

In true Veronica and Sweet Pea fashion, kisses turned into making out and - although Sweet Pea had promised FP they weren’t going to have sex - or anything of the nature - in his office, hormones took over and jackets and tops found home on the floor as lips were pressed on skin and moans filled the room.

Taking his lips off Veronica, Sweet Pea spoke up. “I truly hadn’t planned to come back but Jones’s getting married and Fangs insisted we come so…”

“Remind me to thank him later.” She locked their lips again, hungry for him. “…Or tomorrow.”

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Monster Summer Mash: Surface Road Trip

This is legit the longest oneshot I’ve written for this event wow-

Partially dedicated to @thelazyhermits for your love of the Gaster Bros (and also taking the inspo of the bros travelling) and @ut-stuff, because I know you like G. ^v^

I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I liked writing it. <3

(Also may or may not write more for this idea later-)

Your parents may not approve of you going on your little cross-country trip, but in your opinion, this was the best choice you could have made. The sense of freedom you gain from driving along the wide open stretches of country road, elbow resting on the rolled-down window sill of your old RV and wind in your face and radio turned up loud, is more more than you could have ever asked for. Things were so stifling back home, but here, you could do and go wherever you wanted, experience new things, and no one could tell you not to.

Your trip had started three weeks back. You were tired of being stuck inside for such a gorgeous summer, so you had called in your unused vacation days, packed up your bags, and broke out your parents’ untouched RV. You were gone within a night, and so far, you hadn’t regretted a moment of it.

About the only thing you missed were the people, especially when you were on a road like this without much to distract you. You’d kept in contact with any friends via social media, but beyond messaging a few of your closer friends, you tried to stay away from such apps. The last thing you wanted were your parents breathing down your neck, disappointed in you for dropping everything to “live like a hooligan.”

You were plenty civilized still, thank you very much. It could be worse. You could have decided not to take the RV and just walk out with only the clothes on your back and live in alleys for the duration of your trip.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the honk of a car in front of you. It’s a cute little white van with several children in it, from what you can tell. They’re honking at the cars in front of them, who have slowed down for some reason. You stick your head out the window, curious about what’s causing such a ruckus.

Oh. It’s a pair of people, standing on the edge of the road, thumbs out in the universal sign of hitchhiking. From what you can tell, they’re wearing giant straw sun hats and dark coats, which you don’t understand, given the fact that it’s so hot out.

For a moment, it looks like the car might let them on, but then they simply start driving again. Their thumbs falter minutely, but remain stubbornly in the air. The next several cars drive past as well, leaving you feeling sorry for the poor pair loitering on the side of the road. However, as you pull forward, you think you understand why the others rolled past them.

It’s a pair of monsters. Skeletons, from the look of it, with a pair of matching scars and the same grim look of determination. The taller of the two has a long, black coat, a grey turtleneck sweater, and fancy black slacks. A pair of forest-green irises float in the black expanse of his sockets, though the one in his right-which is sagging-is much smaller and dimmer. He does not look like he belongs on the side of the road with a crappy straw sunhat. His companion is dressed almost similarly, with a cream sweater and a black, cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up. A pair of tight black jeans and a brilliant yellow eye finish off his look. He gives you a lopsided grin from beneath his sunhat. Both of them are carrying a heavy backpack, and Yellow-Eye has a guitar case resting at his feet.

Smiling down at them, you lean out the window, reaching over blindly to shut off the radio. “Howdy, strangers. You two look like you could use a lift.” You jerk your thumb at your vehicle, throwing in an enticing wink. “I’ve got a real nice rig here. Got full plumbing and everything.”

They seem very surprised you’re actually willing to offer them a ride. Yellow-Eye gives you a look of thinly-veiled suspicion, drawling, “Uh, heh, you sure about that, buddy? It doesn’t bother you that we’re, y’know, monsters?” Wow, that’s a nice voice.

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have offered,” you reply, unable to stop yourself from chuckling. He still doesn’t look convinced, so you decide to throw in, “Of course, if you really don’t wanna trust me, I don’t blame you-no offense taken. I’ll just be on my way, in my nice, air conditioned, comfortable, fully stocked RV…”

You watch them exchange glances. Yellow-Eye holds up a finger and grabs Green-Eye, turning him so they can huddle together and whisper. You rest your chin on your arm, watching them with an amused grin. You can tell how badly Green-Eye wants to get out of the heat, and Yellow-Eye looks like he hasn’t had a decent nap in years. These poor saps are in bad need of a break, and you’re more than willing to give it to them.

Finally, they turn back to you and grin. “Think we’re gonna take you up on that, buddy. Thanks for the lift,” Yellow-Eye says, reaching down to grab his guitar and adjust his bag.

You sit up, smiling wider. “Hey, it’s my pleasure, friend. Bring your stuff on around, I’ll let you in through the side door.”

They obligingly carry their things around to the side, where you’re already waiting with the door open. You reach out to take their things, and while they protest a little, assuring you it’s no trouble, you refuse to let them haul all of it around a moment longer. As you expected, this crap is heavy, and you have no idea how long they’ve been trudging along with all of it one their shoulders. You can’t imagine it’s very good for their spines.

Once you’ve set everything down, you turn and extend your hand, introducing yourself. Green-Eye takes your hand first, smiling warmly down at you. (It’s at this point that you realize they’re both very, very tall compared to you. Like, probably pushing seven feet, in Green-Eye’s case.) “My name is Aster. Thank you very much for your hospitality, my friend. I has been quite a while since we’ve had somewhere to rest our weary bones.”

Yellow-Eye takes your hand next, giving you the same lopsided grin, though it’s much more sincere now. “Yeah, thanks, buddy. We were starting to think we’d just have to walk to the nearest town. You can just call me G.”

“Well, there was no way I could just leave you standing out there all day,” you reply, brushing off their gratitude with a slight blush. Clapping your hands, you draw their attention away from thanking you and to their temporary ride. “So! Welcome to scenic my RV! Right back there is the bedroom; I’ve taken the top, but I don’t mind sharing rooms, so one of you can take the bottom, if you want. I’ve also got a loft up above the driver’s seat-” You gesture to it. “-and I’ve got a little futon right here.” You gesture by your knee. “So feel free to take any of those!”

You wander further towards the back, pointing things out as you go. “This is sort of our kitchen space, including those cabinets of there. My food it yours, so feel free to raid it whenever. We’ve got a bathroom right here, fully equipped with sinks and showers and toilets and things. I’ve got shampoo and stuff too, but uh…” Here you sneak a glance at them, grinning. “I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem for you two.”

Your efforts are rewarded with a grin from Aster and chuckles from both, leaving you slightly giddy. “I’m currently on a little cross-country adventure, but if you guys have got somewhere specific you need to go, I’d be glad to take you there.”

“Honestly, we were just lookin’ to hitch a ride to the nearest town,” G replies, glancing around your RV curiously. He fixes you with another look and grin. “Wherever you’re headed is fine. We’re sort of on our own road trip, you see. Just sort of… exploring.”

“Well…” You pause, uncertain, but you decide just to go for it. You give them a grin. “If you’d like, then… you could tag along with me until I’ve finished up my journey. I’ve been out and about for a few weeks now, but I still have lots of places I wanna go, and I don’t anticipate stopping anytime soon. So if you wanted, I’d be cool with you hanging around. Unless you just wanna leave after the first town we hit, I don’t mind that.” You punctuate this statement with a careless shrug, although you’re sort of hoping they say yes. It’s pretty lonely being the only one here, and you’ll admit, you’re very curious about your companions.

They exchange another glance. You have expect them to turn around to consult again, but instead they simple smile down at you. “Thanks for the invite, kid. If you’re serious about that, I think we’ll take you up on it,” G says, reaching out to nudge your shoulder lightly.

Aster nods, adding, “We’d be delighted to join you. Thank you again for your assistance.”

You snort, giving them a nonchalant smile to hide your excitement. “Hey, it’s no big deal, don’t mention it, really. I’m just glad to have some travel buddies. It’s more fun running around the countryside with someone else, you know?” You nod towards the driver’s seat. “I’m gonna head back up there, so make yourselves at home, and lemme know if you need anything.”

They both agree, so you pick your way back to your seat and start up the vehicle. It’s weird to hear two additional voices in the background, but it’s a good kind of weird that makes you happy.

You could get used to this.

____________

Picking up G and Aster was probably the best choice you could have made.

The brothers (step-siblings, apparently, though they got a little funny about it when you asked) were a riot. Not a moment passed by without some kind of shenanigans from them. They could not be more opposite. Aster was sweet, soft-spoken, eloquent, and a huge book nerd; most of is stuff were books he’d collected from places they’d already been. G was funny, spunky, loud, and laidback. He loved playing the guitar, and after hearing some of your favorites, he’d start playing for you when there was nothing good on the radio. (Admittedly, you’d taken to turning it off completely just to hear him sing. He was so dang good at it.)

With their different personalities-and senses of humor-they often got into little play fights and good-natured bickering. There were times when Aster would be trying to help you navigate the roads and G would come up and distract him, so you ended up hopelessly lost. Those were usually the best trips, however, as you could never quite expect what you were going to get, and it resulted in some pretty crazy and wonderful adventures. You knew more puns and jokes about literally everything than you’ve ever known in your whole life, and take every opportunity to get into a joke fight with G, which you’ve learned Aster hates.

(Or so he says. You’ve seen him crack a smile sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking, and he’s even made a few very subtle and clever ones himself, so you’re pretty sure it’s all for show.)

You learn a lot about the brothers as you travel with them, from little things like their favorite drinks or songs to interesting habits and personality quirks. You’ve noticed they both have a knack for sensing and subsequently evading trouble, and they’ve got quite the silver tongue. It’s bailed you out of more tough situations than you can count. You’ve also seen quite a bit of their magic as this point, from the mundane acts of dishes and laundry to teleportation and summoning bones. You’ve never actually seen them fight, but it’s come close a few times, and you know you never want to see them when they’re not holding back.

(Friendly skeletons or not, they can still be spooky.)

As the days pass, your RV starts to look less like your parents and more like yours-all or yours’. Aster’s books fill up certain shelves, and G’s clothes can be found scattered on all the furniture, mixed in with yours. Sheet music and coffee takes up the counter, and if anyone would to check your trash, they’d find an odd mix of tea bags, energy drinks, and condiment bottles. The previously pristine beds below your and in the loft are now rumpled with use, and even a few stuffed animals or other knick-knacks. You have tons of pictures of the three of you pinned to walls or tucked in books, and a skeleton charm dangles on your rear-view mirror.

It’s the most homey the RV has ever felt, and it’s all because of these two. These are the days you never want to end.

And of course, that’s just when they do.

You’ve been just about everywhere by now. You’ve met thousands of people, and seen thousands of things, and done thousands of things you’ve never done before. There’s not much else for you to do anymore, and you dread to end it, but you’re on the road back home.

You’re pulled up at a care to eat when it comes up. The skeletons notice that you’re not your usual exuberant self and, exchanging telling glances, G speaks up. “Okay kid, time to come clean. What’s been eating you?”

Snickering half-heartedly, you take a sip of your drink. “Good one, G.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, before realizing that he’s accidentally making a pun and snickering. Aster sighs, apparently taking it upon himself to figure this out, hopefully without punning. You give him a startled look when he grabs your hand. Seeing he’s got your attention, Aster smiles soft and says, “My dear friend, it is obvious that something is troubling you. G and I are worried. I know we are heading towards your home; is it your parents?”

“Sorta?” you question, making a convoluted face. Aster tries to puzzle out your emotions as you speak. “I mean, yeah it’s kinda my parents. I know they’re not gonna be happy about this. Especially not that I’m practically living in an RV with two monsters.” You roll your eyes, clearly annoyed with their attitudes.

G snorts, taking a swig of his coffee. You can smell the espresso from here. “Your parents are lame. And you’re a grown adult, you can decide who you hang out with and whether you live in an RV with two monsters.”

This seems to make things worse, as your frown twists deeper and your grip on Aster’s hand tightens. Aster directs his glare at G, who holds his hands up meekly, looking bewildered. He has no idea what he’s said to upset you. Aster rolls his eyelights and returns his attention to you, gently squeezing your fingers. “My dear, please, do tell us what is the matter.” He hesitates, then asks, “Is it… That you are, currently, living with… us?”

Your head snaps up, and you give him an appalled look, as though offended he would even suggest it. “What? No! No, that’s not it at all, I love living with you guys! Living with you guys is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

Silence. A few people at the surrounding tables glance over, curious. Both skeletons are giving you a startled look, a faint blush on their cheek bones. Your face heats quickly to match them, so you duck your head and continue in a lower voice, “You guys are my best friends, no doubt. Living with you has been great, and I… I wanna keep living with you,” you finally admit, meeting their eyes to prove your sincerity. “I really do. But it’s just… We’ve been everywhere. There’s… There’s really no where else to go. We agreed you’d tag along with me until the end of my journey, but… This is it. The journey is over, so I was worried you might wanna… leave.”

More silence. Neither looks like they know what to say. Suddenly, G starts snickering, quietly at first, and then louder and louder. You glance at Aster, but he looks just as lost as you, and a little embarrassed when G starts pounding on the table lightly, rattling the silverware.

It takes a moment to collect himself, but when he finally does, he looks up to give you a surprisingly intense look, if not still amused. “Sweetheart, journey ain’t over ‘til you says it’s over. There’s so much more to explore out there. There’s a whole world, for Asgore’s sack!” He reaches over the table, grabbing your free hand firmly. His eye glows brightly, like it’s responding to his determined statements. “We’ll stay with you as long as you want to. We’ll go wherever the journey takes us. You’re not gettin’ rid of us that easy, buddy.”

Aster grins as your starstruck face, affirming, “That’s right, my friend. As long as you want to continue travelling with us, we will not leave you. You are part of our family now, my dear, and we won’t be so easily shaken.” It’s not often you see him look so sure of himself, so confident-it looks good on him.

You don’t know what to say. You’re overwhelmed with happiness and content, sitting across from them in a warm diner with their hands firmly in yours, smiling at you. Your family. Two people you’ve chosen to care about, and who’ve chosen to care for you.

Their expressions soften slightly, and G reaches out, brushing your cheek with his fingers. “Why you cryin’, sweetheart? You really wanna get rid of us that bad?” He’s teasing, you can tell; there’s no way he could miss the giant smile on your face.

You shake your head, firmly gripping their hands. “I don’t ever wanna get rid of you two.”

They nod approvingly, and after mopping up your tears, breakfast continues like normal. When you’re done, you all pay and clamber back in the RV, heading on your way. You’ll drop by your parents, just for a bit, to let them meet your boys, and then you plan on finding a new route to take with the two of them.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going yet, or where you’re going to end up, but you know as long as you’re with the two of them, you know it’ll be a worthy adventure.

#gaster bros #g #aster #undertale #undertale au #monstersummermash #event #raffle #day something #i don't even remember anymore #too many days

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What if

Title: What if

Pairing: Reader x Cas

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“You two can head back inside. Sam and I will check out the rogue vamp Jodi mentioned.”

You finished taking out your hair tie before turning back to Dean, hair falling and framing your face. “Just the two of you? Isn’t that case just a couple of towns over? Why don’t we all just go now; get it done quicker?”

“Y/N ’s right,” I finally spoke up. “With the four of us, we can-“

“Dammit Cas,” Dean interrupted, his glare annoyed. “I don’t have time to argue about this. Sammy, let’s go!”

Sam gave you an apologetic look as Dean walked away. “Sorry, it’s just- he’d kill me if he knew I told you this but uh, it’s not just a vamp that’s a few towns over. There’s this girl, and uh, knowing Dean- I should probably be there if it goes south.”

“All the more reason we should all go. We can protect this girl Dean seems to care about,” I continued, missing the pointed look he gave me. Your soft laughter was the only thing that broke my concentration.

“Cas,” you laughed, swatting my arm playfully. The contact sent a pleasant warm wave through my vessel. “It’s not the vampire’s thirst that girl has to worry about.”

I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Your only response was another soft laugh as you moved a strand of your seemingly soft hair behind your ear. But as enthralled by you as I was, I could still hear Sam let out an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t worry about it Sam. We’ll just hang here. Call us if you need anything. You should probably get in the car before Dean leaves without you.”

“Alright,” he smiled before jogging his way to the Impala, but not before sending another look my way.

“Oh, but Sam” you called to him. “Try to find yourself a nice girl and have some fun. Or, you know, a bad one if that’s what you’re into.”

“Shut up!” he cried over his shoulder.

“Make the trip worth the ride,” you cried back, laughing as you turned towards the bunker’s doors. I turned to follow you, but not before hearing a very sarcastic prayer.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hollowed be Thy angel’s brain; his chance has come; we will be done if he doesn’t up his game.

A soft blush covered your cheeks. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you don’t eat. Great friend I am, huh?” You shyly looked back at the plate that now held a serving much too big for you.

“You’re a wonderful friend,” I replied, holding back the frustration that came with that word. Its meaning not strong enough to describe you, yet its power kept me at a distance too far for my liking.

“Well, the boys won’t be back for a while. You mind if I ask you some questions; get to know you better?”

I smiled, gesturing you to continue as you swept another strand of hair behind your ear.

“You must sleep.”

“Angels don’t sleep. We’re not limited to the basic needs of our vessels.”

“So your mind never rests? That sounds exhausting.”

“I suppose it can be. We have what you could call a mental plane where we can go to have a reprieve from prayers and from each other. Time is fluid there. We can escape to events that have occurred or visit possible futures.”

“Whoa. That sounds…intense. So in ‘hairless-apes’ words, it’s like daydreaming?”

“Something like that,” I smiled, very much enjoying your bright attentive eyes on me. Selfishly, I thought of how much I would enjoy having that expression reserved only for me. “But it’s as you said, intense.” Your expression changed again as laughter reached your eyes.

“Alright smart ass. I’m guessing not showering is also an angelic benefit. I on the other hand feel like I still have the stench of shifter flesh all over me. Will you still be here so we can watch a movie or something later? Or will you be-“

“I’m not going anywhere,” I interrupted, excited at the opportunity to be alone with you outside of a case. You smiled back at me.

“Cool.”

“It’s about time you decided to take Y/N out on a proper date. I’m surprised she hasn’t ditched your ass yet,” Dean said as he got himself another beer from the fridge.

“Shut up Dean,” Sam chided. “Don’t listen to him Cas. I think you guys will have a great time.”

“No Sam, Dean’s right. Y/N and I do spend a lot of time together, hunting and here at the bunker. But I’ve never taken her anywhere. She’s going to realize that and question why she ever agreed to be with me.”

“Relax man,” Dean clapped me on the back, shaking me out of my anxious mind. “Y/N isn’t like that. She’s cool. And she likes dorky guys, and you my friend, are as dorky as they come. Speaking of which, where are you guys going?”

“I’m taking her to California. We’re going to go blueberry picking. I thought it would be a good idea since it’s her favorite fruit. But now that I think about it, who takes a date to do something as physical as picking fruit?”

“I can think of other activities that are a lot more physical than fruit picking, Cas.”

“Jesus, Dean,” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Stop listening to him Cas, and please trust me when I say that she is going to love it.”

“Just be careful when you zap her. Last time you zapped me somewhere, I couldn’t poop for a week.”

“Yeah, yeah, Dean. We know,” you laughed as you entered the kitchen. “For someone who says they were inconvenienced by it, you sure bring it up a lot.” You shifted uncomfortably as we all turned our attention to you. Dean was the first to react as he let out a low whistle.

“Wow Y/N. You clean up nicely. Who would have thought the best werewolf tracker this side of Colorado would look like that in a skirt.”

Blushing, you rolled your eyes at him. “It’s called a sundress, Winchester.”

“Whatever it’s called, you look nice,” Sam said as he got up to give you a sideways hug. “Come on Dean. Let’s leave them to it. Besides, I need your help putting a bag around my cast.” He motioned to his arm.

“I still don’t get it Sammy. For a giant you sure are fragile.” Their voices faded down the hall as I turned my attention back to you. Why did I even look away in the first place?

“Am I dressed okay?” you looked down self-consciously, tugging at the hem of your dress. “You said to dress for warm and sunny weather, and to wear comfortable shoes. These flats are okay, but maybe I should bring a pair of nice shoes if you’re planning on taking me somewhere fancy. Now that I think about it, this dress isn’t nice enough for a fancy place. And I didn’t do anything special with my hair-“

I reached over to tuck a strand behind your ear. I always marveled at how soft it was. “You look wonderful. And I’m pleased to see I’m not the only one nervous about this.”

You smiled and looked away. “I don’t know why we’re nervous. We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now.”

“Five weeks.”

“Right, five weeks. And we’ve known each other longer than that.”

“I for one hope this feeling never goes away. I like it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You did that sometimes when you tried to stop yourself from smiling. “Alright Mr. Charm. Where are we going?”

“Is the fire really necessary?” I muttered slightly disoriented, blinking as I tried to adjust to my surroundings.

“You tell me Cas,” Dean replied as he placed the bowl he had used for the summoning to the side. “You disappear on Y/N, you leave her alone after she gives you the big news, and you weren’t answering any of our prayers. What’s up with that, man?”

“Where is she?”

“She’s upstairs. Sam’s with her. She’s a wreck. She- You know, you two take the title of Honorary Winchesters very seriously. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on before Sam gets here. If he sees you here he might just break the holy fire and yank out your grace himself.”

I looked down avoiding his gaze, the shame and guilt of what I had done was just too much to bare. “Has she been crying?”

“Y/N? Are you kidding me? I wish she was! Then Sam and I could do an ice cream run or something. Nope, she’s upstairs doing research for the next hunt.”

I looked up at him then. If Dean noticed the lights in the dungeon flicker uncontrollably, he didn’t voice it. “She can’t go. You can’t let her.”

“You’re preaching to the choir. Why do you think Sam’s up there now? I was blue in the face by the time I was done trying to reason with her,” he looked away as he started to pace the room. “Listen Cas. I summoned you so that I could get a straight answer. Are you in this with her or not? Because if you’re not then whatever. You’re a douche, but that’s your choice. Just tell us all we need to know about raising and protecting a Nephilim child. Sam and I will take care of the rest. The only thing we ask is that if you’re out, you’re out for good. Y/N doesn’t need that. She doesn’t deserve that.”

How could I even begin to explain to him the thoughts that were rampant in my mind? “I…I just don’t want to fail them.”

“That’s what this is about? Dammit Cas. When you have doubts like this you don’t just up and literally vanish on the mother of your future child right after she tells you! You talk about it. But for what it’s worth,” he said empathetically as he moved to break the holy fire. “as long as you don’t go the John Winchester route of parenting, you should be fine. Not like Y/N would let you anyway. And you can bet your ass Sam and I aren’t going to let anything happen to her or that baby. Besides, you already send dorky dad texts. If anything, you’re ahead of the game.”

“You really think so Dean?”

“Don’t worry about what I think. You’ve got a pissed off pregnant hunter upstairs you have to make amends with. Good luck buddy.”

I found you in the library a couple of minutes later. Your back was to me as you read through a lore book, diligently writing notes of whatever it was you were reading. Sam wasn’t there, probably by Dean’s doing.

“Y/N?” your shoulders tensed for the briefest moment before you continued to finish what you were writing.

“Castiel,” you retorted. Your tone and formality made me wince. I took a seat next to you, knowing I had to press on. I had to make this right again.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” You didn’t reply. You simply closed the book and turned to me, giving me your full attention. My heart ached at your stare. It wasn’t the doting, attentive kind I had relished in back when I had explained to you that angels didn’t sleep. Nor was it the kind you had bestowed upon me multiple times since then. This was colder, harder, it made me falter. “I- I can’t begin to express my regret.”

“How about you tell me why you left. That would be a good place to start, don’t you think?”

“I was afraid.” scoffing, you looked away, biting the inside of your cheek. “Please,” I implored. “Just let me finish. I was afraid. I was afraid that I would fail you. I have already blatantly placed you in danger just by loving you. What if I’m not able to protect you from the new dangers that come with this? It’s no secret that my past actions have caused chaos and disappointment for many. What if I’m just a disappointment? What if I fail protecting you? What if I choose to be here but become as absent as my own father? What if-what if my good intentions just aren’t enough? It wouldn’t be the first time.”

You reached out and put your hand gently over mine, bringing your other hand to cup my face. I instinctively leaned into your touch. “What if you don’t? What if you are good enough? Did you ever think of that?”

I looked up at your face. Your eyes had lost some of the icy anger that they had held just moments ago. However, now I could truly see the hurt that I had caused you. Another failure on my part.

“Hey, look at me Cas. I get it. Believe me, I do. This is all really new and scary, for both of us. I would be lying if I said a little part of me didn’t want to run away when I found out. But that wouldn’t have changed anything. Do you want to know what kept me grounded?”

“What?”

“The thought of a child that resembled you.”

“Y/N, my vessel-“

“That’s not what I mean Cas. Forget about looking like your vessel. I know deep in my heart that when I look into that child’s eyes for the first time, I’ll catch a glimpse of you. Of your grace, your essence. The looks of wonder it will give to the world will be the same ones that you probably gave when you saw the stars created, they’ll hold the same amazement yours did as when-“ But I didn’t let you finish. Instead, I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against yours.

“When you first came into my life?” I finished as I slowly pulled away from our kiss.

“You’re a jerk, you know that? You fly off without warning, then you come back, all smooth with your stupidly perfect kisses,” you looked away, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to appear. “Don’t you think, not even for a minute, that I’m not still mad at you.”

I leaned in once more, brushing my lips against your jaw. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“You can start by never doing this to me again. Do you understand?” a tear streamed down your face now, your voice hitching. “All those times we’ve hunted together, not once did I doubt that you would have my back. But this- This is big Cas. I need you to have my back in this. You’re scared? I’m terrified! And if we’re going to do this, I need to know you’re never going to make me feel that type of panic ever again.”

“Just that type of panic?”

“Smart ass,” you replied, gently pushing me back and letting out a dry laugh. “I’m being realistic here. You and the boys are probably going to get into something dangerous again at some point in this child’s life. Probably saving the world from demonic aliens or something. I can handle that kind of fear. I’m going to have to. I just can’t handle the kind you made me go through today.”

“You have my word.”

“What did you just say? Who taught you this?” I asked in shock, looking down at my son.

“Auntie Hannah was here. She taught Mary and I how to say it. Isn’t that how you say ‘Daddy’ in Enochian?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. You always said he resembled me when he did that. You came into view then, rounding the corner as you entered the library with Mary in your arms.

“Cas! I didn’t hear you come in. Look Mary! Look who it is!”

“Y/N. Can I speak to you for a minute? Alone,” I smiled, trying to hide my concern. You blinked a few times before setting Mary down.

“Robbie. Why don’t you take your sister to the kitchen. I think your Uncle Dean is almost done with the burgers. Maybe, if you two eat all your dinner and ask nicely, he’ll let you help him make the pie. And maybe, if you ask really nicely, he’ll even let you pick out the flavor. Remember, go carefully. Your sister is still learning how to walk.”

We watched them as they slowly left the room. Robbie gently led Mary out the door. He took the role of ‘big brother’ very seriously, no doubt something engraved in him as an important responsibility by his Uncle Dean.

“What’s wrong Cas?” you asked, crossing the room and taking my hands. “Sam just called. He said the hunt went well. Is everything alright? You know you didn’t have to rush back here. Poor Sam-”

“Why did Robbie say that Hannah was here?”

“Did he say it? He couldn’t wait for you to get back so he could say it to you. It was so cute,” you grinned. Unfortunately, I couldn’t meet your enthusiasm.

“Y/N. Please, just answer the question. Was Hannah here?”

“Yes Cas, she was here,” your eyebrows furrowed as you finally began to understand my meaning. “You don’t seriously believe we have to worry about Hannah, do you?”

“Heaven is in turmoil. We can’t be too careful anymore.”

“Heaven’s always in turmoil,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I swear. I’m so glad angels don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in Heaven, otherwise-“

“This is serious, Y/N. I don’t like the idea of you three alone with any other angel, even Hannah.”

“Okay Cas, first of all, we weren’t alone, Dean was here. Second of all, she doesn’t even take a vessel anymore. If it weren’t for the kids I wouldn’t even be able to hear her. Third, you should know better than anyone that Hannah cares for all of us just as much as Sam and Dean do.”

I looked down at our connected hands. Your thumbs soothingly tracing patterns on the backs of mine. I knew you were right. Hannah had been nothing short of wonderful and supportive when news of Robbie’s arrival reached Heaven. She had been instrumental in guaranteeing our protection, even going so far as to leading a crusade to change the perception of Nephilims.

“I know. You’re absolutely right.”

“Of course I am,” you ginned.

“What would I do without you?” I asked as I moved to brush my thumb along your face. You shook your head, trying to suppress another smile. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you replied, looking down. “It’s just- What if…”

“What if?”

“What if you had never made your move all those years ago? Remember? When Sam and Dean went to hunt that vampire Jodi had told us about?” I smiled fondly at the memory. Sam and Dean didn’t admit to me until years after you and I were together that the lead had been a sham thought up by both them and Jodi. Apparently, they hadn’t come clean to you, and I sure wasn’t planning on divulging that information.

“I made a move then?” I teased as I moved your hair behind your ear. It was one of my favorite things to do, touch your hair. “What was it?”

“Don’t make me say it,” you blushed as I continued to trace your cheek with my thumb. I could feel your face get warmer as I leaned in.

“Tell me.”

“That day, I came out of the shower looking for you. I wanted to see if you were still up for that movie, or if you wanted to check in on the boys instead. I honestly didn’t think you would want to spend a boring afternoon with me. You probably had better things to do with your time. Anyway, I found you leaning against the kitchen counter. You were zoned out, I think I heard you laugh a little,” you giggled at the memory. “Do you remember?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then you’ll remember what you did after I snapped you out of your thoughts.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I touched your hair. I moved a wet strand behind your ear. That was my move?” I smiled.

“I was already head over heels about you at that point but after that, I never stood a chance,” you grinned back. “Why do you think I started to wear my hair down more often after that, you dummy?”

I chuckled then. Was that really all it had taken?

“Cas.”

“Hmm?”

“Cas….  Cas?  Cas? Are you okay?” Your question snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked around disoriented. We were no longer in the library. We were in the kitchen, but it wasn’t as it was before. All the baby proofing Sam and Dean had spent countless hours installing was gone. But what I noticed most was that you were no longer near me. You were across the room barely entering the kitchen, your hair wet.

“Y/N?”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I was starting to think you had gone to help the boys out with that vamp. Then I heard you chuckle. What was so funny?”

“Sorry. I just-“ I looked around again, trying to get my bearings.

“Oh no,” you laughed as you finally reached me, keeping a polite distance between us. “Did I snap you out of a heavenly daydream?”

My eyes met yours as I finally took a good look at you, looking just as you always had. Lovely.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, biting your lip in concern. “Do you want me to leave you for a moment? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“No,” I blurted out. I couldn’t let you walk out now. I wouldn’t. “I- I just need to try something. What if…” I trailed off as I reached for your hair.

#supernatural #supernatural one shot #cas x reader #reader x cas #castiel #supernatural fanfiction

[blainematters]

For your reading pleasure, a selection of awful fucking quotes from CC’s latest *~masterpiece~*. That’s right, I read all 407 pages so you don’t have to! Unless you too are a complete masochist, in which case go nuts.

This is image heavy, fair warning. Some names have been slightly altered to protect the crazies who would read this and cry.

Audiences found the show’s campiness to be rather charming, its unique underdog spirit resonated with them, and a global phenomenon was born. Nice description of Glee there. Very original. Good work.

Pitying looks were cast upon the unfortunate souls without seats, as if they were third-class passengers on the Titanic. The death of 1500 people in the worst maritime disaster in history is not a funny or clever simile.

Luckily for him, these days Cash had a little help to take the edge off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three large pills and two marijuana gummy bears. This is how the main character treats his anxiety. He takes this combo with whiskey. This apparently makes him ‘completely numb’. 

He thought it was funny how there was hydrocodone, weed, and alcohol flowing through his veins at a work event but he wasn’t the biggest douchebag onstage. Except he really, really is. Funnily enough people on drugs aren’t the best judge of character.

If he responded with something they didn’t like, his social media would be bombarded with pictures, videos, and GIFs of decapitated animals, human feces, and militants destroying priceless artifacts.

“Olá, fucktards,” Davi said—his use of American slang was a work in progress. What. This character is brazilian, and he swears constantly. Those are his only character traits.

“That’s incredible, Huda,” Mo said. “If only diplomacy worked as efficiently as a fandom, there would never be war again.” I’m fucking dying.

“Young lady,” the psychologist said. “I have studied the human mind for more than four decades. I understand the appeal of joining the transgender community, but I promise you, the transgender movement is nothing short of a trend for nonconformists. In fact, it is still considered a mental illness by the World Health Organization.” Sorry, what appeal? What even is this nonsense? Why does it go on for five pages? Why the need to unnecessarily torture the trans character with this when it makes no difference to his storyline? Why?

Mo had suffered from OID (overactive imagination disorder) since childhood. The condition wasn’t officially recognized by the United States Department of Health (because Mo had made it up) but the disorder was just as taxing and consuming as any. From the entire community of people with mental illness: Fuck you CC. Fuck you for this awful, awful thing. Kindly go fuck yourself for pretending you have any understanding of what a mental illness is like to live with. Ugh.

A very good-looking man in his early twenties. He wore thick sunglasses, a black leather jacket, dark jeans, and designer boots. Yes, this is how ‘Cash’ is described. He’s also been previously described as a total mess who hasn’t showered in days, so I’m not totally convinced it’s accurate.

“I’m T0pher C0llins. It is such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carter.” T0pher C0llins? Are you fucking shitting me?

“I walked into my bedroom and saw Peaches had taken a huge dump in the middle of my bed, so I had to clean it up and put my comforter in the washer.” This is said by the only girl in the group, in front of ‘Cash’, who she idolises. Because girls are just stupid fucking blabbermouths right?

“-it’s getting asked advice on how to break into the industry from the guy taking a dump in the stall next to you” Oh look, another thing that has never, ever happened.

“You gotta say that shit so no one labels you as a future has-been—that’ll kill a career. Even if it’s obvious you’ll never do anything but the show you’re on, you can’t admit it.” The first honest and realistic thing in this book, and it only took till chapter seven!

“Every time I get any recognition he writes me into a coma or puts me through something horrendous as punishment. After I was on the cover of TV Guide, he put a dangerous stunt into a script and it broke my ankle. After I won a People’s Choice Award, he put my character in a coma for twelve episodes. The list goes on.” I wonder how Ryan Murphy will react when he hears about this character who is so clearly him?

“Nothing is stranger than fanfiction,” Cash said, like a sailor recalling his encounter with a horrible sea creature. THIS ENTIRE BOOK IS REAL LIFE FANFICTION YOU HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.

“He’s a little jaded, I’ll give you that—but after all the joy he’s given us over the years, the least we can do is let him be a human being. ” Yes, let the straight white cis male tell you all how to think, feel, and act. Your hero isn’t a douche, he’s misunderstood. Let him treat you like shit because who else gets that experience?

The world’s biggest rubber-band ball bounced into the horizon like a deer recently freed from captivity. Chapter nine: ‘Cash’ destroys a national landmark for shits and giggles.

The actor excitedly passed out tickets to Topher, Joey, Sam, and the Sacagawea statue—mistaking it for Mo. He’s also a racist. Are we surprised?

Why is he dancing like an epileptic on roller skates? Aaaaand a joke about epilepsy. I’m sure Hannah loves it.

“What did you do? How did you get over it?” Joey said. “One day I woke up and decided I had had enough.” ‘Cash’ cures his crippling agoraphobia by just going outside. Again, fuck you CC. That is not how mental illness works. Do two seconds of research for fucks sake.

“The night we were all watching the season six finale of Wiz Kids at Joey’s house, I was actually supposed to be watching Billy while my mom was at a Bunco party. I gave him some cold medicine so he would sleep and ran home to check on him every commercial break.” Drug your disabled siblings, your friends will think you’re cool and laugh about instead of telling you  that you’re an awful fucking person. Which you are.

“Then one day, as I was posting a GIF of a decapitated giraffe on her profile, I learned WizKidLiz01 was a little girl with Down syndrome.” Also on the list of things that make you an awful fucking person… plagiarism or no, don’t do this shit.

“So what’s your real name?” Topher asked. “Now, that you’re not going to believe,” Cash said. “It’s Tom Hanks.”

“They were the most eccentric group of stoners Cash had ever seen and he couldn’t take his eyes off them, like they were the subjects of a fascinating nature documentary.” One character is literally screaming her head off with paranoia and scratching invisible bugs in her skin, but hey, watching teenagers on a drug trip is so interesting!

“I think you’re giving him too much credit,” Cash said. “He’ll be long gone by then.” Oh yeah, ‘Cash’ is extremely preoccupied with death. He frequently says shit like this alluding to it. No-one notices.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to tell the fangirls about the treatment we’ve received today and unleash them upon your establishment like a plague of locusts! They’ll harass you, humiliate you, and chase your wrinkled, old, racist ass into hiding for the rest of your miserable existence! Do I make myself clear?” Um… what? Why would you even?

“Of course the brakes worked, I was just fucking with you,” Cash said. ‘Cash’ continues to be the absolute worst by making someone think she’s going to die. Of course, she somehow she also doesn’t know that James Dean died in a car accident. Sigh.

“But I think we’d know it if he was mentally unbalanced or an addict of some kind.” YOU ARE EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD AND YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT. YOU LITERALLY JUST DESCRIBED ‘CASH’.

“You lose the right to humanity when you become famous. It’s just the way it is, but I’m not going to whine about it.” Except in this entire book.

“I’m transgender!” Sam declared. “I know what it’s like to have everyone treat you like something you’re not because people have been doing it to me my whole life. I’ve never met someone who could relate—but it’s like everything you just said! We’re both trapped! We’re both prisoners of unfair expectations!” These! things! are! not! comparable! Mostly because ‘Cash’ could leave that life any time, Sam won’t ever stop having to deal with being trans. Shut the fuck up CC. Sam then spends waaaay too much time explaining gender and sexual identity to ‘Cash’ because he’s a complete moron.

Darla spoke with the energy and enthusiasm of a camp counselor on crystal meth. How is this joke in any way appropriate when the main character is clearly a raging drug addict? He’s literally constantly tweaking.

The others stared at Cash in disbelief. It was like a demon living inside of him had taken the reins. Watch as these people we’re supposed to believe all got into prestigious colleges like Colombia and MIT completely fail to recognise the signs of an addict going through withdrawal.

They had never in their lives felt more exposed, more violated, or more gutted. It was as if someone had ripped off all their clothes and chucked their hearts into the depths of the Grand Canyon. ‘Cash’ is so self-obsessed and full of self-pity he decides to out two people in the group and tell another she’s wasting her life just to make them all feel as awful as he does. What a delightful person huh?

“Joey, I have always wanted a gay best friend. I’m not mad because you hid your orientation from me; I’m just upset because of all the Will & Grace opportunities we’ve missed out on.” ARE YOU SHITTING ME?

He was staring at Topher with a weak smile and his eyes were opened just barely enough to see. He clearly knew who Topher was, but Topher couldn’t place him.

“I have glioblastoma,” Cash said. “That’s a fancy stage name for brain cancer.”

I was fine and could easily hide this until a few days ago, but now I’m so weak and frail you don’t even recognise me. Usually Glioblastoma on the brain stem causes symptoms like seizures, confusion, paralysis, vomiting, dizziness, and loss of basic functions, but I’m a special snowflake and get to stay able-bodied and cognisant until the end!

“In April I started getting these really bad migraines,” Cash explained. “A doctor came to the set and recommended I get a scan. We were behind in production so the producers wouldn’t give me time off to get it done.” It’s all Hollywood’s fault he’s dying! Not his for not getting any fucking treatment. And actors can and do take days off for health reasons, that shit is totally allowed.

“Holy shit,” Topher said. “These are all mine.… You’ve saved every letter I ever wrote to you.…” That’s not totally fucking creepy at all, ‘Cash’.

“He’s not a bad person—he’s got brain cancer! That’s why he’s been behaving the way he has!” That makes everything okay! Except not really. Cancer doesn’t give you a free pass to be an asshole. You aren’t making the most of what life you have left, you’re just being a shithead.

“The actor had had so little control over his life, but his death was exactly how he wanted it to be.” Yes, he dies five days later. No-one wondered about his odd behaviour or suspected he might be sick until they visited him in a hospice. These people must be so stupid they can barely function for this to make sense. He’s been dying for months and nobody at all noticed? Bullshit.

“Oh gosh, I’m so nervous to hear how it went! I practically feel like I came out as transgender, too!” NO MORE.

“Not to be a downer, but did anyone watch the footage from Cash’s funeral today?” Mo asked. “Why did they wait a whole month to have it?” Topher asked. “Because it was sponsored by Canon and their new camera comes out this week,” Mo said.

I don’t think companies generally sponsor funerals? Let’s just hope it wasn’t an open casket, that shit would be nasty after a month.

“Fuck off, I’m banging Marilyn Monroe.” No, god no. Please no. Just end this thing now please.

The aspiring writer felt like she and her friends were living a ridiculous happy ending straight from the final page of one of her outlandish stories. Uh…

And a bonus from the author’s note:

However, for the purpose of good storytelling, the characters’ opinions and choices are sometimes flawed. Please do not view their actions as generalizations or examples to follow, but as the mistakes and triumphs of individuals. All of my characters were awful and/or treated like shit by everyone else, but that’s for the sake of the story. It’s not my fault if you act this way and everyone hates you! (And still love me please god I’m so alone...)

#blainematters reacts to terrible shit

[itsworn]

1931 Ford Roadster Packs ARDUN V-8 Power

You could say that Bobby Hilton has reinvented the Model A Ford. His angry-looking A/V-8 coupes are seriously chopped and dropped, and they’re running vintage OHV V-8s (but not Chevys) with open headers. Hoods and fenders? Radials? Forget ’em. Big ’n’ little bias-plies, honey-finished interior wood, minimal chrome, and exceptional paint finish them off. Hilton’s hot rods ooze attitude. You can’t miss them—and they beg to be driven. Bobby and his clients think nothing of boogying from his shop in The Plains, Virginia, all the way to Austin for the Lonestar Round Up.

First time they did that, it rained like crazy, but all four of Hilton’s hoodless, fenderless coupes just hammered along. Nothing broke, and in Bobby’s words, “We flat had a ball, man.” An ex-drag racer whose wife Diane’s parents are famous drag racers Jim and Allison Lee, Bobby is down-home southern, through and through. His syrupy Virginia accent is sprinkled with jazz slang. He does most of the work on his cars himself, in a tiny shop that’s tucked away in a posh equestrian park. Don’t look for a fancy garage with matching tools. That’s not happening. Bobby has an artist’s keen eye for aesthetics, a drag racer’s can-do attitude, and the hands-on skills of a crew chief who knows how to do things right.

Bobby achieved national recognition when he built a chopped Model A coupe for Tony Lombardi of Ross Racing Engines, in Niles, Ohio. It was a Hilton-style car, for sure, but done with a bigger budget that permitted little more chrome and a lot better paint. Perched on Deuce ’rails, hoodless, and packing a 400-cid stroker Olds V-8 with a polished 4-71 blower, Lombardi’s Model A was selected as the Goodguys 2014 Hot Rod of the Year in Indianapolis.

“That whole Goodguys thing was the best,” Bobby grins. “And I had never even been to a Goodguys event before.”

Ask Bobby Hilton how he defines one of his cars and the answer is immediate. “It’s got to look pissed off.” His cars don’t have hoods. They don’t have fenders. The big V-8 motors are souped to the gills, and very nicely detailed. They’ve got that 4-1/4-inch chop and that sneaky little sunvisor. They are Model As with an attitude.

“Maybe I painted myself into that corner with these Model As,” Bobby admits, “but right now, I think it’s a good corner. I like them slammed in the front, man. They have flat front crossmembers. Put them down on the ground in the back, make the wheels follow the wheel. Put 7.50s, 4.50s on old steel wheels, get a nice rake going. They’ve got to have a vintage motor, and I like to keep real Ford parts on them. I try not to use a lot of aftermarket stuff in the suspension.”

Bobby’s a good mechanic because he had to be one from the outset. “I was raised at a time in drag racing where you were damn lucky if you had a professionally built chassis. Later on, Woody Gilmore built some cars for us. But I was working on race cars when I was 13. We did it all, man, from A to Z.” And he still does.

“We’ve been building those cowl steering boxes ourselves, in-house. That’s a big part of the look. They are F-100 truck boxes. We’re modifying the sectors on ’em and creating a center steer box, similar to a Schroeder setup, but more true to hot rods instead of being a racing box. Every one of my cars has one. I put a center steering setup in my son Tyler’s car 10 years ago. It’s not brain science. It’s got a lot of racing background in it. Plus, it makes it damn simple to get the steering around these vintage motors. Typically, they have the starter on that left side; they’ve got some big filter or something else going on. You wouldn’t be able to get a steering column in them if you wanted to.”

For a guy who’s admittedly not an engineer, Bobby is an intuitive technician with some ingenious solutions that don’t break the bank and work really well.

More builds and even more exposure followed the success at Goodguys. Bobby has a suite of 1932 Ford chassis modifications he likes. He uses original Ford parts wherever possible. Hilton’s “Angry A’s” are immediately recognizable with their fully exposed, 4-71 blown, OHV V-8 motors from Oldsmobile, Buick, Cadillac, and Chrysler, flowing outside headers using reworked 1936 Ford driveshafts, flattened X-members, kicked-up 1932 Ford frames, Buick finned brake drums, 5-inch handmade dropped axles, and TREMEC five-speeds. Hilton Hot Rods’ Model As sit right and run like crazy.

But they’ve all been coupes.

A couple of years ago, Bobby told me, “If I had my grand plan of the world, I’d want to put a roadster of mine in the AMBR. I don’t have to win. I just want to get in line. I’ve wanted to build an East Coast, channeled-style roadster, with Tony’s motor and Travis’ paint. We could build such a cool car, man. Maybe do like an old-style 303 0lds with a LaSalle transmission and a chrome banjo … something to really make it pop. That AMBR thing is due for an East Coast–style car anyhow.”

So here we are … with just a few things changed.

Bobby Hilton’s AMBR contender, owned by Ray Enos, Sacramento, California, is a 1930-1931 Model A roadster with a Brookville steel body on a seriously Z’d 1932 Ford frame. It started with elegant renderings by Eric Black (eBDCo) in Portland. But take a closer look. This car will fool you. The body has been treated to what Bobby calls an “anti-section,” meaning a 1-1/2-inch strip of steel has been discretely added all around the lower perimeter. So the body now has more depth, like a 1932 Ford, but it still retains that classic upright Model A tight shape and early style stance. The 18-inch wheels perfectly follow the rear wheelwell’s radius. Bobby calls it “a wannabe Deuce,” adding, “when you put a Model A body on 1932 ’rails, it looks squatty. We released it, kinda raised it up for a little more girth.” You know something’s been changed here, and you like the proportions, but just what’s different is not immediately apparent.

About that engine … it’s not an Olds Rocket as Bobby once imagined, it’s a Ross Racing Engines–built 294-cid  (3.315×4.25 inches) ARDUN V-8. The block and ARDUN heads are from Don Ferguson, famous for his modern reinterpretation of the classic Zora ARkus-DUNtov overhead valve cylinder heads. Tony Lombardi finished the block externally and performed all the internal machine work. There are custom billet pistons and a custom flat-tappet camshaft. That super trick finned Scintilla magneto is from an airplane engine that’s been converted to HEI. “We left the fan off,” Bobby says, “so you can see it, but it doesn’t overheat anyway.”

There are no mufflers, not even tailpipes, and the sleek four-into-one headers exit just before the doors. “It’s a hot rod, man,” Bobby says, “you don’t need mufflers.” The ARDUN makes a deep throaty racket, and it sounds like a Bonneville racer.

The fuel injection system, with its eight individual housings and tall chromed stacks, was adapted from a 331-cid Chrysler Hemi mechanical setup, and meticulously converted to EFI with high-pressure injectors, to run electronically. There are no visible fuel rails or anything modern. All the ports are matched. Tony Lombardi says it dyno’d at 322 bhp and 340 lb-ft of torque. That’s impressive from a naturally aspirated “flathead.” The polished powerplant features a Centerforce clutch and it’s backed by a T5 TREMEC five-speed gearbox. An open driveline leads to a polished Winters quick-change rear with 1940 Ford axle bells. “That’s all Classic hot rod stuff,” Bobby adds. The front wires are 17-inch 1933-1934 Ford steel spoke wheels. The rears are 18-inch 1932 Ford wires, widened in the back, with 5.25s and 7.00s for a decent rubber rake.

Other mechanical niceties include a 5-inch handbuilt dropped axle, Model A crossmembers, a 1933-1934 Ford-like center X-member, 1935-1936 Ford trailing arms, a custom V’d spreader bar, Bobby’s own design cross steering, Schroeder-style, with a custom draglink, tubular shocks (“those old-style lever shocks are terrible for long drives,” Hilton says, and he knows from experience), and buggy springs with reversed eyes, front and rear. The framerails are kicked up in the rear and notched to clear the front spring. The hydraulic drum brakes are early Lincoln style by Brian Bass (Bass Kustom) in Dallas.

Rare old Arrow accessory headlights with a discrete fin are mounted on vintage stands. The rectangular taillights are 1948 Kaiser, just to stay period but be a little different. The aluminum instrument panel, by Hartman Machines and polished by Jeff Smith, is old style with eight custom gauges from Classic Instruments. The steering wheel is a thin, four-spoke item from a 1948 Ford COE truck. I’d never seen one of these wheels before but it fits this car’s theme to a T.

The classy interior, by Mike Lippincott, aka Mikey Seats, is handcrafted of dark contrasting leather and there’s a subtle divider that makes quasi-buckets out of the bench.  Bobby fabricated the aluminum transmission cover. The bare floor has polished wood panels. The door panels sport old-style door pulls and polished inserts (again by Jeff Smith), all tastefully done to a very high level.

Acclaimed painter and pinstriper, Travis “Tuki” Hess (Kolor by Tuki) from Bucky’s Ltd., in Martinsburg, West Virginia, was responsible for that Hershey chocolate finish. It was painstakingly rubbed out over the Christmas holiday. I visited Tuki, he’s a consummate perfectionist, when the freshly painted body was in his spray booth and he was seriously pressed for time. “I was supposed to get this in September,” he muses, “but we’ll get ’er done,” and he did. Tuki and John Shank were responsible for the bodywork; everything is as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The finish is flawless and the gleaming milk chocolate hue, Porsche Cockney Brown, contrasted with ebony black wheels and painted running gear, and very little plating is beautifully understated, like the subtle pinstriping and outlining by Jennifer Thomas. “It’s a simplistic car,” Hilton says, “and we built it to stay within the budget.”

Like many AMBR projects, work continued at a frenetic pace, right to the end. The Model A body and 1932 chassis, wired and plumbed, was trailered to Ross Racing Engines, in Niles, Ohio, near Youngstown, where they were mated with the freshly dyno’d and tuned ARDUN. Last-minute details were all accomplished over four sleepless nights and days, and they loaded up in a snowstorm for the Banzai Run West. Driving straight to Pomona through a blizzard, alternating drivers, so each one got a little sleep, they made it to the judges’ preview, in the nick of time.

An exhausted but exhilarated Bobby Hilton says, “Our goal was to get there. I’ve never been to this show before and I’m excited to be here.” The owner, Ray Enos, saw the car for the first time at the show, he likes classy cars and this was everything he wanted. “He trusted us completely to build it … and he loves it.”

The 2019 AMBR competition was very tough, but the Hilton Model A was definitely a contender. Approving spectators flocked around the roadster all weekend, many of them recognizing that something was very different about the shape of this car, but they were unable to articulate just what that was. … Says Bobby, “This car’s a Model A that wants to be a 1932 roadster.”

On Sunday, the AMBR winner was George Poteet’s spectacular 1936 Ford roadster, built by Eric Peratt and his talented crew at Pinkee’s Rod Shop, in Windsor, Colorado. That didn’t phase the Hilton gang one bit.

“We wanted to learn the ropes,” Bobby said, and we’ll be back next year.” “This is a simplistic car and it speaks for itself. The first time I’d put the clutch in was when we drove up to the judges’ stand. I thought I was out of my mind to just drop everything and do this, but it was worth it. We met a lot of great people and we proved we can compete at this level.”

It’s worth the trip.   SRM

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[thesanguinecrow]

just gonna vent about my day under here

ive already vague posted about it but i kinda just wanna get it all clear n out

lowkey thinkin of making a personal journal blog thang cuz i like posting into the void as an outlet

and of course you dont have to read this if you dont want to (its hella long too though i put a tldr). i wish you well regardless <3 

again its entirely up to you if you wanna read this. im not in any grand detriment and will be able to handle my situations just wanna express some stuff in words, release some pressure to not have it all be inside

tldr: romantic dullness/exhaustion, cant use the parking pass i bought today bc step dads truck broke down so he using my moms car shes using mine i have to walk to school n being able to go to work/interviews is looking impossible, money is tight, changing coins into cash was difficult (heavy, took a long time, spilled some coins, lost like 36 in service fee), stomach bein sensitive

ok so this kinda starts off from my train of thought from yesterday n i felt that feel where its like am i rly gonna find anyone i can genuinely vibe with and feel like !!<3 all that love stuff and when i opened myself to see how i felt towards people in that sense it all kinda felt dull and cardboard-y.

i feel like ive put out too much romantic interest and im cycling back into a low period and having more disinterest

in my french class ive moved my seat to sit next to a guy i think is cute. 

ever since the first time we spoke when we had to pair up with someone we never talked to yet in the class the vibe was v chill n like we were already buds and my aries mars is becoming bolder and i was like okay why not lez go. its been cool sitting next to him and we have our meme moments and our laughs.

today my fiend sat next to me and i could just bee insecure and jealous but the guy, who sat on my other side, complimented on her eyelashes and yeah (ik ik its like \__!__/ and i have no control over other ppl free will but yknow i gotta fancy on this guy

though today the luster has faded from him pretty hard

we were talking about french terms for family members and like widow and stuff was one of the terms (i dont remember exactly as it came up but) and he was putting out that lmao im single and lookin for some nice nice ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and the whole vibe was just off putting

when class ends we usually talk a little bit till a couple steps out of the door and we go our separate ways but today i had to go to the cashiers to buy a parking pass so i walked with him more

when we left the building he like projectile spits into the dirt and for me the whole like idk what to call it but the sound of gathering the spit n stuff y’know like that absolutely makes me cringe so i was just there like

so any way i go to the cashiers to (finally) buy my parking pass

thankfully since we moved im now within walking distance of my school but its like ide rather not. i sweat easily, a lot, and its so cal sunny weather is almost constant. for the past like 2 weeks ive been parking as close as i can to the school in the residential area and walked the rest. (you still need permit like 4 blocks from the school) so i was glad to finally get my pass to park across the street.

until my mom told me this night that my step dads truck broke down (its an old used car with a lot of miles on it the engine wasnt actin right) so now he has to take my moms car and shes gonna take my car. thus i gotta walk all the way from home to school. im mad that like the day i buy my pass is the day i loose the ability to take my car to school. tomorrow imma see if i can still refund my pass.

this is throwing a wrench into my activities bc ive been riding on three job interviews and now idek if i can make it to work especially on a basically on demand basis (bc part time seasonal work be like that) i already interviewed for two and canceled the third

over all losing the functionality of one of our vehicles, work not being ideal, and me losing my mobility has thrown me back into financial anxiety and put a damper on my mood.

other unfortunate events today have been my stomach being sensitive to most anything and having to go exchange my step dads coins into cash

at some stores (like vons, ralphs, cvs) they got this machine called a coin star. you feed in your coins, they take a processing fee, you get a cash voucher, and cash it at the register to get your bills. 

my step dad had $300+ worth in coins and it was heavy.

part one of this poor experience: there was some random stuff up in the coins like safety pins so the machine jams i needa call the manager he clears it up we good

then i spill some of the fucking coins and i loose some under the machine. two other employees helped me pick up the coins thankfully

then i just was standing there for hella long and my hands got dirty from handing all the coins. i was probably there for almost an hour. my feet were starting to swell up n turn red from standing in place for that long. the wait then continued as i waited in the register line to cash the vouchers (one from the jam, one from the machine auto stopping bc we had to pick up the coins, and the final voucher after feeding everything in) and i waited for another while in the line at starbucks for my reward drink. 

also like coinstar takes like 11.5% fee and like oof with what i had it took like 36 dollars in fee

so like yeah that was my day