#this is the type of shit he randomly remembers doing while driving home and laughs uncontrollably

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 4 #troubled waters #columbo loves pushing the himbo boundaries for his own amusement #this is the type of shit he randomly remembers doing while driving home and laughs uncontrollably

[anxious2dsimp]

General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons​

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room. 

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’) 

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food. 

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

 BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like  👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

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[sofreddie]

High School Reunion 2

Summary: Someone at the reunion has a big mouth.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: Inspiration struck out of nowhere and this piece was born. I have a very rough outline for a small series, maybe about 6 parts? We'll see. It's gonna happen randomly, no planned schedule for this one.

PART 1

Y/N bit her lip in excitement and saw a message from Lana. She immediately opened Skype to call her best friend…and thank her.

"Hey you! How was the reunion?" Lana smiled as her face appeared on screen.

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe you!" Y/N screamed, though it was mostly excitement as she blushed profusely.

"So…I take it you had a good night then?" Lana grinned cheekily.

"How could you not tell me you met Jensen Freaking Ackles?! I thought we were friends?" Y/N pouted dramatically as she plopped back on her couch, phone still in hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep it from you?" Lana screeched in response, "You remember my last night at the convention, I went to that place for dinner that had the amazing burger?"

"Yeah, I remember. You said you loved the place, that it was a perfect ending to the trip," Y/N remembered, "Now I get why."

"Ok, yeah, so I'm sat at the bar with my burger and a beer and he comes in and sits with a chair between us. I instantly recognized him, but was trying to keep my cool, you know. But he remember me! From the photo op! So we just got to talking and you had just split with Chase and I was so worried about you-"

"Oh Lana, you didn't," Y/N groaned.

"I was just venting about how much I hated that douchebag and what he did to you and what you were going through and how I was so worried about the reunion but thought it could be a good thing for you after Chase-" she rambled on, her words quickly tumbling forth as she pleaded her case to her best friend.

"You're not mad, right?" Lana asked timidly.

"How can I be?" Y/N shouted, "He walked in there all suave and shut down my high school bullies - who were trying to start some shit let me tell you-"

"No!" Lana gasped, "Amanda?"

"And the others," Y/N sighed, "And they were trying to cut in on me and I was gonna run, I'm not gonna lie," Y/N chuckled lightly, "But then he was just there. And she introduced himself as my boyfriend….Oh my god, Lana! What if that gets out?" Y/N sat bolt upright on her couch in a panic.

"Whoa, Y/N, calm down," Lana insisted, "More important than that…he introduced himself as your boyfriend?!"

"Lana!"

"I'm just sayin'-"

Y/N sighed dreamily, "Then we danced. Then he took me for a drive and we parked up at the spot and ate burgers while chatting and watching stars," she sighed again, as if it were a scene from a romantic film she had just watched.

"That sounds like a date," Lana helpfully noted.

"I thought that too!" Y/N squealed, "But that's just the fangirl right? I mean, there's no way."

"How many times I gotta tell you you're a catch, woman?" Lana laughed, "I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I'm taking credit. You're welcome," Y/N groaned once more and Lana chuckled.

"Did I mention we exchanged numbers?" Y/N added with a grin.

"And now I hate you," Lana huffed.

"Yeah, love you too you meddler."

Y/N sighed happily to herself once more as they ended the call. She tossed her phone on the coffee table as she relaxed back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she replayed the evenings events in her mind.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real, right?

Too tired and content to carry herself off to the bedroom, Y/N laid down on the couch, settling into the plush cushions and dragging the throw from the back of the couch to cover herself, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of shimmering green eyes.

Jensen groaned as he slowly came awake to the incessant ringing and chimes of his phone. He opened his eyes, grabbing for the phone and peeking at the time.

6am.

He and Y/N were out past midnight. After he made it back to the hotel, he had spent the better part of an hour sipping on a beer as he thought over the night he had with her.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to talk to Lana in the bar that night. He could tell she was a nervous fan, and he remembered her from the photo op, just as nervous and shy. But after a beer or two with her dinner, she relaxed and their conversation flowed. It was nice, to be chatting away with someone new, different.

When she went on about her best friend Y/N, Jensen felt something. Apparently the way if affected her friend was severe enough to have Lana in real turmoil over it. Jensen knew what that was like. He'd worried over Jared a time or two just the same.

When Lana gave him a picture, however, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, with a charming smile. But he could see her eyes were sad and guarded.

When he realized the reunion was a few hours drive and a few days ahead of his schedule to be at another convention, he decided to make the stop to see Y/N at the reunion. At the very least he could chalk it up to a memorable fan moment.

Jensen rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly sat against the headboard, checking to see why his phone was blowing up.

It took only a quick glance through the various calls and text and emails from various persons all talking about the same thing. Jensen opened the text thread from Jared, scrolling through the messages and clicking on a picture that was include.

It was him and Y/N dancing together at the reunion the night before. She looked as amazing as he remembered. Her smile was bright and genuine, but so was his. Apparently word had spread from the reunion that he and Y/N were together. That's when he remembered introducing himself to those girls as Y/N's boyfriend.

He wasn't so bothered by the turn of events, which surprised him. He had decided the night before that he wanted to ask her out on a date. Their chemistry was too intense to not pursue.

What bothered him was how she'd react. They'd literally just met and had a friendly, albeit great, evening and now she was possibly going to be bombarded with paparazzi and everyone in her business.

So much for that date.

He knew it was early, but he wanted Y/N to hear from him first. He opened the new message thread between them, seeing her text from the night before and smiling once more, before typing out his message.

Hey, Y/N. Hope you slept well. Was hoping to talk to you about something.

He sent the message, noting the time, and figured he'd give it some time. He didn't know her schedule, or anything about her really. With a groan, Jensen hit the green button to return one of Jared's missed calls.

"Dude!" Jared exclaimed as he answered after one ring, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm aware," Jensen said with a yawn.

"Did you see the picture?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Jared pressed for more, "Why aren't you freaking out about this?" Jared scoffed. Since his last major relationship ended, Jensen hadn't been with anyone really. An occasional date here and there for an event. But he hadn't seemed interested in anyone at all, and was quick to shut down any insuinuations to the contrary.

"I guess I should of seen it coming," Jensen shrugged, "I did introduce myself as her boyfriend after all."

"You what?" Jared was shocked, trying to wrap his head around it, "Why would you do that? Is there something you aren't telling me? Have you been dating her for a while? Who is she anyway?"

Jared fired off the questions in rapid succession like an excited puppy.

"I gotta talk to her first," Jensen said, "I'll see you at the convention in a couple days. You can interrogate me then."

"I want all the details."

"Don't you always?"

Jensen ended the call, taking a deep breath. He felt so stupid for what he did. He wasn't sure why he did that other than to shut those girls down. He really hated bullies.

He decided to get dressed and grab a couple of coffees on his way to Y/N's house. A quick look at his social media had told him that picture was blowing up. She was bound to find out sooner rather than later. He had to tell her first.

Y/N slowly roused from her deep sleep on the comfy couch, hearing an incessant rapping coming from her front door. She stretched, reaching for her phone on the coffee table and finding it dead.

She rolled her eyes as she threw off the throw, climbing from the couch and shuffling to the door and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She flung open the door, the morning's cresting light just bright enough to assault her eyes. It took her a second to focus, but then she saw Jensen, a small smile on his face and two tall coffees in hand.

"Jensen?" she asked, so very confused and wondering if she was still asleep.

"Hey, uh, I know it's early. But I really needed to see you this morning."

The smile he gave was sweet, but she could tell something was up. Was he worried that maybe she'd go blabbing about their night together? She'd never do that. But she guessed he didn't know that.

"Sure, come in," she smiled warmly, stepping aside and gesturing him into her home. She accepted the coffee as Jensen passed it to her on his way in. She shut the door behind him, taking a whiff of her drink before taking a long gulp, closing her eyes and sighing at the flavor.

"So, what's up?" she asked, shuffling on her feet, "Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

"You're welcome," he smiled, now genuine and inviting and Y/N's heart stuttered slightly at the sight, "I was hoping to talk to you, about last night."

She shook her head, "I won't talk about it with anyone, I promise. Well, other then Lana. I had to call her last night. Yell at her a little," she blushed.

He laughed, nodding his head, "No, I get it. But I wasn't worried about that or anything," he was quick to correct, "Actually, someone else already did."

"Did what?"

"Someone got a picture of us on the dance floor last night and might have said I mentioned I was your boyfriend," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh," she responded, clearly shocked and not sure what to say.

"I just wanted you to hear it from me first, you know? Before seeing it online or whatever."

"Online-" she echoed, her eyes going wide, "So, you can just post a Tweet or something that it's a mistake."

"Okay, well, to be fair, I did introduce myself as your boyfriend to those other women last night."

"Yeah…why'd you do that again?" Y/N smirked despite herself.

He shrugged, "Seemed like the right thing to do. Shut 'em up didn't it?" he grinned, "Besides," he chanced, stepping closer to her," Feels like we had a date last night."

She blushed hard, ducking her head before meeting his eyes once again, "Yeah, it did."

"And I was hoping you'd like to do it again."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't help the dreamy look in her eye. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah. So if you say yes, then we'd be dating, which is practically boyfriend and girlfriend," he explained casually, "So I think we should just keep doing what we're doing and let it ride. What do you think?"

"I think you might be a little bit crazy," she nervously laughed, "Let's start with a second date," she grinned, seeing him brighten up, "And go from there."

"And the press?" Jensen chanced.

"Let them think what they wanna think," she shrugged.

"You're freakin' perfect," he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, even though she still had bedhead. He smiled at the cuteness of it.

"I should go freshen up!" she realized, seeing him look over her disheveled state, "Uh…be right back." she rushed off down the hall and Jensen laughed to himself.

He had a good feeling about this.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

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[hexalene]

What's your wildest cruise ship story?

Oh shit I meant to post this sooner whoops

Uh

I have less “ONE BIG THING” stories and more of like, a series of surreal Events that happened to me over the course of the years and years I went on cruises (my family could go on cruises for free, so we abused the shit out of that for reunions and vacations for a long time)

So here’s a few of those, and I SWEAR TO GOD they’re real, and I might have photos buried somewhere to prove some of them, but idk, that’s like effort.

-I loved wandering around ships super super early in the morning. Like, crack of dawn early. I’d usually go hang out on one of the open floor restaurant areas around the middle of the ship, which had built in window seats you could curl up in. Pillows n shit too. Super comfy. I’d draw and listen to music, ect. One morning, I looked up and saw the Black fucking Pearl from Pirates of the Caribbean sailing by. Did not believe my eyes. It and four other ships, two of which were for non-pirate movies, were being sailed into a bay on the island we were headed to. I did manage to get a distant shot of it when I got on land.

-In 2006 (date relevant) I met two men in two different families, who were not related and had never met, named Tony Stark. As this was before the movie came out, I was left tragically alone with no one to be awed at this strange coincidence with me. One of them was even a dark haired man with a nice goatee.

(The other was a cute chubby grandpa type)

-Given the opportunity to demonstrate how corporations rig the system against the consumer, my father brought me down to the casino level and sat down across from a very fancy claw machine that dispensed iPads and other expensive tech prizes. He told me, “some people will win, and I’ll tell you when they will.”

I was like “okay dad sure” but we sat there for HOURS, and dad would say “okay, this guy will win if he goes for this prize” or “this guy will lose” and finally, “that woman will win an iPad.” Of course, most were losers, but he was DEAD ON every time someone would win. After a while he explained that the machine would only dispense prizes after collecting the money to pay for two more of whatever was won. He’d just sat there and done the math on the people playing the game and when it added up, he’d wait to see what they went for and let me know if they won. It had absolutely nothing to do with skill.

To make his point, he waited, counting out loud the money being put in, before standing up and slapping the button randomly on one of the lower rank prizes. He won an otter box phone case and told me that no one will ever give you the chance to win out at a loss to themselves, so don’t make a bet unless you’ve rigged the game to win. I was 14.

-uhhh what else

-The dance troupe arranged to do shows suffered a tragic undisclosed accident, so the short term bullshit to entertain people in the theatre was an honest to god passenger led talent show. Surreal on its own, but one of the passengers was a contortionist, and ran off to get their suitcase.

Now, they did a lot of fun bendy stuff, very weird, very cool, but they asked for volunteers at one point. I, my sister, our cousin, and two other kids were asked to come on stage. I was the oldest, maybe 12/13ish, my sister and cousin were 9, and the other two kids were between 6-9.

This MADMAN, without straining any of us to bend in any weird or uncomfortable way, managed to fit all five of us into his empty suitcase. I was in the damn thing and I have no idea how he managed it. He then zipped us all up inside and walked around the stage a bit. And it was fine, like not uncomfortable or hard to breath or anything!

I remember getting out of the suitcase clearest of all. We’d all been fit inside so snugly, in this order:

Me, stranger kid 1, cousin, sister, and stranger kid 2. To get us out, he lay the case flat and lifted my sister up. Somehow this like??? Was like those monkey in a barrel toys, we all just neatly unfolded with her, no tripping or falling or anything. That feeling, where one moment I’m staring at my cousins’ feet and some other kid’s elbow, and then I see the dude lift my sister and then all of us just RISE WITH IT and unfold like a flower blooming I have no idea if this makes any sense at all but it felt magical.

- Something bad happened back home, but we didn’t know what. My dad had a business meeting but mom wanted to see the beach. We got off the ship, and like, HARDCORE struggled to find a way to get to a beach, any beach. We were in....Mexico, somewhere in the neighborhood of Chichén Itzá, maybe an island nearby I think? There were some massive ruins somewhere, I remember that much.

While mom hunted down a beach, my siblings and I sat under a giant box fan, near a TV. Something was happening, the employees were changing the channel, trying to find the clearest signal to the American news. I remember looking over at the grainy footage being interrupted by commercials and other signals and piecing together through the static and the employee trying to translate that back home, the 2008 financial crash was happening and that mom’s insistence that we find a beach and have fun was because that business meeting dad had stayed behind to deal with was him trying to make sure we’d still have a house to live in when we got back to the states, and she didn’t know if this would be the last truly carefree time we had before we went home to face the music.

-However, mom’s eternal struggles to find a beach didn’t begin in 2008. The previous trip we’d taken had another Beach Adventure.

That time, it was also just mom and the siblings. I don’t remember why dad was staying behind, maybe a poker tournament or something?

We disembarked and the struggle began. Nothing was in English, other than the scant few signs the cruise ship put out to guide passengers off the docks. However, THIS was not a problem, as I was about as fluent in Spanish as a third grader restricted to the present tense, and this worked well enough to get us around.

There was a massive bus to a beach, just PACKED to the gills with Americans. As we waited in line, a nondescript man came up to us, and said, “that bus will go to a very crowded beach with many other passengers of other ships. I know a better beach, and cheap! I’ll charge only half of what that bus will charge you and my beach is much much nicer!”

You might be thinking that common sense would tell us not to get in a random unmarked car with an un-uniformed man offering an amazing half off deal to a perfect isolated beach in broken English on a largely rural island, wouldn’t you? You’d be wrong.

My mother is a sweet devout catholic lady with a hidden core of raw chaos. Her idea of a nice day out in the snow with her tiny children was to strap us in the back, drive to the massive Schnuck’s parking lot, gun it up to 90mph, and hydroplane/drift like a fucking drag racer across the ice, laughing. Common sense does not exist in any normal capacity in this woman.

We spent an incredibly tense, silent, 45 minutes driving into the wilderness packed into a tiny car with no AC, sweating with heat and nerves as he drove us out in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly the driver pulls over. There is literally nothing but trees and cliffs for miles and miles. Mom is clutching my hand, my baby brother, and her knitting needles. The driver runs quickly to the center of the road, leans over, and picks up a huge tortoise that had frozen up when his car approached. He carried it over to the grass, and pat it goodbye.

Before he comes back Mom turns and looks at me and says, “a serial killer probably wouldn’t save a turtle, I think we’ll be okay.”

#uhhhh I have others I guess #I got lost in a partially submerged cave/river system thing and thought I was about to be That White Person in a horror movie #I had a stalker who would wait until I was alone and then try to tell me I was breaking rules or some shit #not sure what his motive was but his wife would help with the stalking #there was another teenager who was convinced we had been best friends in elementary school but I had never lived in Texas #the gift shops could be funny #the kid/teen dance clubs were HILARIOUSLY dated #idk if I ponder this for a while more will come to mind lmao #my favorite thing was the storms when the ships would tilt at wild angles #my dad and I have stomachs of steel apparently so we’d go camp out on the main decks and act as purposefully casual as possible #people would be flailing all over the place and we’d just keep our balance and coffee mugs tilted with the waves #comedy gold #asks! #long post

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8 greens if you would!!

“Saying I love you completely randomly”

This was really fun to write, hope you enjoy!

Buttercup found solace in routine. With her life being as hectic as it is - one could never know when a monster would decide to traipse over from monster island or if Fuzzy Lumpkins would suddenly decide that his property now included a large camping ground on the outskirts of town - it was nice to know that some things never changed. 

She woke up at the same time every day, went through her exercise with Butch at the same time every day. Afterward, they would always shower, usually, they would also do that together but sometimes Buttercup was in a rush and she didn’t need Butch to...distract her from getting ready for the next part of her day. They would eat breakfast together and then be on their separate ways.

Most people would look at her and Butch, the hot-headed, impulsive ones in their respective set of siblings, and assumed that the two thrived in chaos. That they loved that kind of spontaneous life. While Buttercup and her boyfriend did work well in chaotic situations, didn’t mean they liked to be in it twenty-four seven. In fact, Buttercup surmised that was the reason why she was secretly an orderly freak - only second to Blossom. Everything had a time and a place. Butch understood, he subscribed to the organized schedule and home life just as much as she did. There was only one thing in their life that wasn’t structured and organized outside of crime-fighting. And, as cliche as it sounds - and believe it, Buttercup hates cliches - that one thing, was their love. Or, more specifically, declarations of their love.

Buttercup wasn’t exactly sure how it started.  Well, maybe that was a lie, she did know how it started. Butch noticed how much BC would blush and stammer whenever he told her he loved her and eventually, he started saying it at the most random of times just to get a reaction out of her. At some point, it just became normal and BC would do the same in return. It was their thing. 

That had started back in high school. They’d graduated college by now and were beginning to settle into the rest of their lives together. By now, those random I love yous meant a thousand and one things. Of course, they truly did love each other and each admonition carried that knowledge with it but also always an undertone of something else.

“I love you” Butch would say before she flew off to handle the monster of the day. The unspoken, be safe, drifting in the air between them.

“I know,” She would give him a soft kiss before disappearing into a streak of lime green as she went off to do her job.

“I love you,” she whispered into the darkness as the two lay wrapped together in the dark. She’d gotten into a particularly bad fight with Blossom at dinner that night and was still reeling over what had happened. She couldn’t bring herself to say what she truly wanted to - “thank you for being here for me even though I make it really hard some days. But she knew he understood.

He whipped her silent tears before answering,

“I love you more,” he pulled her closer and she fell asleep knowing what that had meant as well - I’m not the easiest to love either; thank you.

Sometimes it more simple was that. One time Butch had brought her lunch at work without her having to ask when she’d left her own at home.

The breathless “I love you” that escaped her mouth between eager bites of the burger he had provided held no undertones except for a simple thank you. 

Butch’s answering chuckle caused a smile to spread across her face. She loved his laugh. She loved pretty much everything about this man.

Her sisters remarked on their thing a lot - the more random the cuter they thought it was. 

Buttercup distinctly remembered a time where she, Butch, Bubbles, and Boomer were headed to a fair for a double date. She’d been sitting in the front seat next to Butch who had been driving, Bubbles and Boomer talking quietly in the back. BC had been singing along quietly to the song on the radio, her hand over Butch’s on the gear shift when suddenly he’d taken his eyes off the road to look at her,

“I love you,” he said.

“Butch!” she’d screamed, “eyes on the road dipshit before you kill someone!”

“Not until you say it back,” a shit-eating grin had taken over his face.

At this point, Bubbles and Boomer had directed their attention to what was going on.

“Butch! Turn!” Boomer’s yell didn’t cause Butch to turn his eyes back to the road at all.

“ Oh my gosh, I love you, you idiot!” Despite the situation, Buttercup couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her.

Thankfully, the turn in the road that Boomer had warned about was far enough away that Butch had been able to make the turn safely. 

“Gosh, you two are just so cute!” Bubbles’ giggles filled the car along with Buttercup’s.

“Cute? He almost killed us!” Bommer’s own laughs were more of the I can’t believe I didn’t die sort.

“Calm down Boomie, even if we crashed and hit a tree it would barely leave a scratch on any of us. More importantly,” Bubbles turned to face Boomer fully in the backseat of the car, “ why don’t you do cute stuff like that with me?”

“Because I enjoy living in one peace!?”

Buttercup remembered her sister not accepting that as a good enough answer. 

However stupid or dangerous those types of antics were, Buttercup wouldn’t change them for the world. They were just the right amount of spontaneous to quell that nervous energy that buzzed just under her skin and allowed her to live that structured life she loves so much. And, more importantly, with the person, she loved more than anything. Who cares if their love was a little random or chaotic, it fits them perfectly.

#ppg fanfic #PPG #ppg greens #ppg buttercup #ppg butch #My writing #domestic greens #some cute blue fluff in there too #but like really quick #blink and you miss it

[sincerelybubbles]

E,J,T, and U for Bakugo,Izuku, and Todoroki. I LOVE your writing! Thanks in advance

yeah, of course babie :))

Katsuki Bakugo

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s not going to drag it out

And he’s never going to let anyone see how much that shit tears him up

Honestly, I think he’d let himself cry for maybe two days, but only alone

He wouldn’t be a coward about it though, so never over text or the phone

He’d be standing there, fists clenched, and he would look you dead in the eye

“We’re not working out. We’re done.”

He would try to not sound heartless, but the minute you seem upset, or God forbid cry, he’s turning around

If you try and talk to him while he walks away he’s going to sound like ice

“Don’t be a wimp. It’s over, go away.”

His back would be turned to you and he would one hundred percent be holding back tears but there’s no fucking way he’s letting you know that this upset him as much as it did

He would definitely be the one who couldn’t remain friends

He’s not going to be able to deal with hearing you laugh and be nice and friendly, his heart would literally ache seeing you happy

But he wouldn’t be able to stand being mean to you anymore

He’s not nice, but he doesn’t tease you or make fun of you anymore

Honestly, he’s just empty when it comes to you after you have to end it

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s jealous beyond all belief

Its’ not that he doesn’t trust you, but he also doesn’t want anyone even looking at you in any type of way.

You’re his, nobody elses

He, of course, doesn’t ever accuse you of anything, he knows that you only have eyes for him

But he’s also baring his teeth and cursing out anyone who would dare try to flirt with you

If you ask him to back off, he’ll try his best, he really really will, but in the moment when that due is so obviously hitting on you

Well. . .

He can’t help it

At first, he warns them to get the fuck away from his girlfriend

And then he starts cursing and getting ready to fight

Trust me, if you don’t calm him down or get him away from the situation, then he will fight

If you are attempting to hold you own against unwanted attention, he lets you for a bit, but if it drags on, he’s coming to help you

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries, just not in the way that everyone else does 

Bakugo isn’t going to buy you flowers weekly, set up a romantic dinner with lights and shit, take you on a picnic, or anything like that 

. . .unless you ask him to 

He’s going to take note of what you like and do that 

He’s? The? Best? At? Giving? Gifts???

He just listens to you when you talk, and if you mention needing something or liking something, he’ll remember or put it in his phone 

He’s also going to (obviously) pretend that things are less of a big deal then they actually are

So, don’t expect a monthly celebration

He will one hundred percent celebrate the yearly event, and if you ask, he’d be willing to celebrate six months

He’s more into doing small things he knows you’ll enjoy rather then huge, blown out things that you may or may not like

So no slide show of why he loves you complete with pictures and music 

And don’t expect him to dress up

But, be ready for a homecooked meal, your favorite movie (that you swear only mentioning you liked maybe once), a few gifts, and some uninterrupted time together, no hero business (as he tends to get pulled away randomly) 

Now, everyday things? 

He puts in more effort then you would think. 

Like, sending you a playlist of songs he thinks you’ll like randomly

Or doing the small, mundane tasks that you don’t like doing, like dishes or laundry 

He’s not going to proclaim his undying, unending love daily, but he will sure as hell give you a back rub if you want one, you know?

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

He has a few

His biggest thing is his pride

So, we all know he has a big mouth and might maybe just sometimes go a bit too far in teasing you

Which is nothing you can’t handle

The issue arises when he can’t admit that he took it too far 

“Don’t be winey, you’re fine.” He scoffs, turning away from you

He doesn’t like to admit that maybe he took this one too far

That’s not to say that he’ll never admit it, but don’t expect it to be easy for him

And if you tell him something was too far, he won’t get close to that subject again, but it is super difficult to get him to say sorry 

Sometimes, all a situation needs is an “I’m sorry.”

And those two words are not his strong-suit

He’d rather just move on, never do it again, and maybe get you something to show he feels bad

He sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about why it upset you

He’s also stubborn and entirely too independent

It takes a while for him to realize he can and should rely on you

And even once he does, he has a nasty habit of just letting his feelings fester rather then tell you that something is bothering him

He is working on it though

Because when he lets things sit for too long, he tends to snap at you for small things, leading both of you to feel like shit 

So, he’s working on that one

Izuku Midoriya 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s so nervous that he is shaking 

But he refuses to do it over the phone 

He needs to see you and explain why he did it

So he’ll sit you down and explain everything 

He will one hundred percent cry 

And, despite the fact that he is talking about it with you, when the conversation is over, it’s over.

He has thought through every way to avoid this, he knows it won’t work out, and there’s no convincing him otherwise 

He will want to be friends though 

Despite how much it might hurt, he isn’t one to be cold to his ex

Maybe a bit distant, but never cold, he wouldn’t shut you out

And, ever caring, you’ll get an apology text a few days after and a check-in text a month of two later

He refuses to let his feelings interfere with school or hero work, so it almost seems like everything is fine, but if you peer close enough, you can see how forced his smile is and how he is putting much much more effort into training 

Despite it all, this is Izuku, so he’s tearful when talking about it, but he really has though through every other option, so he knows he’s doing the right thing 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s stealth jealous 

Seriously, you don’t even realize it at the beginning

And, even when you do notice, it’s not even often that he gets jealous

He’s far too proud of you and who you are and that you’re his to get possessive or jealous

But when he does?

It’s not a big deal like Bakugo

He just silently takes note of who the person is and everything about them 

He’s ever-so more distant to them and might hold on to you tighter 

After a bit into the relationship, Izuku has quit being so insecure about the two of you, so he’s not nervous that you would leave him anymore 

But he does start mentioning casually all of their flaws 

“Kacchan is always really sweaty because of his quirk.” “I heard that guy from the party has never had a serious relationship.��� “They said they hate cats.”

And he’ll keep going until you assure him that you know and tell him he has nothing to be jealous about 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries so hard

Izuku Midoriya is a planner, okay?

So anniversaries are a Big Deal™

But, much like Bakugo, they aren’t just surface-value events that he threw together because he saw them on TV

No, they’re packed full of things that you love 

Same with gifts, he has never gotten you anything that you don’t adore

He is nervous though 

He tries so hard to make every anniversary perfect, so he’s on edge right up until he sees your smile and can relax knowing he did a good job

Date though? Dates are where he thrives

He loves every date you’ve planned and loves nothing more then taking you on a small adventure to make you smile on a random Tuesday

These dates, although picked specifically because he knows you’ll enjoy them, hold less weight to him, so he’s completely relaxed as he drives you to a new spot into the forest he found that he thinks you’ll love, a picnic packed in the trunk. 

Izuku is super considerate too

He isn’t over the top in doing things every day for you, be he will do small things when he can 

Like getting your tires changed on your car without you asking, or buying your favorite snacks before you can even notice that you’re running low

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As hard as he’s trying to become a hero, Izuku can be forgetful 

Never big things, like your birthday or anniversary, but he does tend to forget when you’ve planned to have dinner, often not texting you that he can’t make it until two hours after he was supposed to be home

He really doesn’t mean to, and when he does he tries his hardest to make it up to you, but being a hero is constantly on his mind and sometimes he just can’t help it 

He also stretches himself to thin too often 

There’s no time to cuddle and talk when he’s exhausted himself so much that he crashes the moment he gets home 

You can’t exactly spend a weekend with someone who gladly stays at work longer then he needs to just because he can. 

He is more then receptive when you tell him when he does things wrong, but he also overreacts super often 

Sometimes, you just need to tell him “Please don’t leave your dishes in the sink without rinsing them” without it becoming an entire discussion about how he’ll do better and how sorry he is 

But, Izuku does try really hard, and that’s what counts

Shoto Todoroki 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I hate to be the one to say it, but 

Todoroki would dump you over text 

Not because he want’s to be mean 

he doesn’t even realize it’s mean

But because efficiency, and this way you wouldn’t have to see how much it bothers him 

He would be the one to break up with you but would actually be okay with it if you suggested talking things over 

to a certain extent, if you really messed up, he’s out

But he’s not opposed to meeting you a few days after, when everything has cooled down to talk things through 

But be prepared to be persuasive, because if he went through the entire thought process of breaking up with you, he’s probably pretty set on the idea that there’s no other way

He wouldn’t cry too much, but he also wouldn’t try and hide it

He’s human, he’s upset, but he also tries not to linger 

After, he almost doesn’t act too much different 

He still talks to you and asks questions and is entirely too considerate of you and your feelings for an ex

But Todoroki is just a nice guy

“Why’re you being so nice to me? We just broke up?” “Isn’t it bad enough that we broke up? Why would I be mean?”

He still cares, but wouldn’t smother you and your bond would never be the same, despite how nice he is, he cannot allow himself to be set up to be hurt again

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He just kinda. . .

Doesn’t?

He trusts you, and knows there’s no reason to be

He obviously doesn’t want other guys flirting with you, and if need be, he’ll tell them to stop, but he’s not angry

“Sho, you’re not jealous? They were obviously flirting with me.”

He’d look at you, tilting his head to the side curiously 

“Do I need to be? It didn’t seem like you were interested in them at all.” 

He’s gotten super jealous once

And it was because he was tired, hadn’t seen you in a while, and just kinda. . . snapped

He trapped them in some ice and walked away with you, without saying anything 

But, in general, he doesn’t get jealous

If you send him a look asking for his help though, that’s another story

Now they’ve made you uncomfortable, now they’re going to have to face your boyfriend

He really just gives them an ice-cold look before grabbing your hand and leading you away 

If they follow you two? 

Simple.

Ice time. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Todoroki is. . .

An interesting one, to say the least 

He’s pretty forgetful, to be completely honest 

So he has fifty reminders of your anniversary 

Typically, he likes to just stay in and cook with you, maybe rent a movie, and he’ll give you a few gifts 

He has, on several occasions, just put a bow him his head and sat on the couch until you wake up.

“Uh, Sho?”

“Happy anniversary. I am your present. What do you want to do today?”

It made you laugh the first time, so now he does it any time that his gift is quality time together, because he’s honestly just a sucker for your laugh 

He puts effort into your gifts, but he has to ask around your friends, and sometimes he just straight-up goes to you and says “What do you want for [insert holiday here]

He is somebody who ensures that you always have fresh flowers

He even arranges the bouquets himself 

Every week, you get new flowers, even if the ones from last week aren’t wilted

Even when you live together, he gets you flowers weekly without fail

Catch him going out even when he’s sick to get you roses 

He’s super sweet when he wants to be, and so little dates are always perfect

He somehow turns a two hour road trip to get doughnuts into the most memorable date ever 

Dates he plans out aren’t the biggest , most extravagant thing, but rather, they’re simple, sweet, and centered around a good time.

As for every day things, he tries his hardest

But he really is just forgetful 

He does like to write you little notes whenever he knows hes going to be gone for work before you’re awake

He does often forget dinners with you, but he always makes it up to you 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alert the press! Shoto Todorki is perfect 

No, in all honesty, Shoto isn’t always the most careful in how he approaches situations 

Sometimes he’ll graze over things that are super important to you, leaving you feeling unimportant 

And, the worst thing is, he isn’t even aware that he does it 

And if you tell him, he corrects himself immediately, but he isn’t able to figure out he’s doing it unless you tell him 

He’s also the driest texter you’ll ever meet

He doesn’t even know that leaving you on read for hours is as rude as it is

Shoto really prefers to call, but when he texts 9/10 of the times end with you upset 

So you two avoid texting 

He’s also the slightest bit inconsiderate about miniscule things, like not moving your things around the house without telling you 

Leading you to be oh so confused as to where the heck your hairbrush is 

He just moves things sometimes without telling you, like the silverware drawer, simply because he wanted to

Hope you enjoyed! I really liked writing these :)) If you didn’t know, these are for my 100 follower celebration, which can be found here! Requests are still open if you’re interested, the sfw alphabet that I am working with is also included in the above link :)))) Thank you for all of your support <3

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[katslitg]

how the open heart lis would propose:

Jackie Varma:

“please, i never expected you to be the type to think of marriage,” you’d say to jackie one day, drawing circles with your fingers on her body while laying in bed together

“why does that suprise you?” “i don’t know, just expected you to be the type that wouldn’t settle down,”

she’d roll her eyes, knowing she had something big planned out for you

“whatever. goodnight, mc,” she’d say, turning her back on you, making your eyes widened

“i’m usually the little spoon but fine, if you want to be the little spoon this time, i’ll allow it,” you joked, not knowing she was seriously a little hurt and mad

she had known the moment you went out of your way to help her with her money problems

and im not only talking about that time you helped her babysit, no

you had done more than that in her eyes, everytime you’d tell her you found a job she could do, everytime you paid the part of the rent she couldn’t pay, everytime you insisted on going grocery shopping when it was her turn but most importantly, listening to her problems

the small things, mostly. those small details made her fall head over heels in love with you

so when you apologized the next day, because, well, jackie had been ignoring you again, but not because she was mad at you, no, but she didn’t know how or where to propose

so she went to ask her friend, sienna, for help

that helped of course, but she was still nervous that night

“you look beautiful today, mc,” “aww, thanks, jack, so do you,” a blush crept on her face before she intertwined your fingers together

“the liberty hotel? it’s not even our anniversary, jackie, but it’s really sweet you’d bring us back here,” you’d say, the memories of your first date with her flooding through your mind

you turned around when you realised she wasn’t catching up with you, only to find her on one knee

“oh. my. god. i-” you mumbled, but she just shook her head and smiled, “mc, i want you to know how much i love and appreciate you. ever time you help me out, or just whenever you’re there for me, my heart skips beats and i feel like the luckiest girl on this planet to ever exist, so mc, will you please marry me?”

“jackie, i,” you paused and pulled out an identical red velvet box, like the one in her hand, out of your coat’s pocket, causing her eyes to widen before an even bigger smile formed on her face, “so that’s a yes?”

“of course it’s a yes! i love you so much,”

she wrapped her arms around you before pulling you in for a soft kiss, “i love you, too.”

Bryce Lahela:

“hey, do you wanna go to the drive in movie thing tomorrow tonight?” bryce randomly asked you as you were chilling on the couch at the doctor’s lounge after you shifts. “hmm? oh yeah, sure,” you smiled.

“to be clear, i meant just the two of us,” he’d say making you nod before giving him a confused look but quickly dismissing it

he had been nervous to say, at the very least

“what if they say no? oh my god, keiki, what if they break up with me completely? or worse, what if-,” “oh my god bryce, shut up! mc loves you, i’m sure they’ll say yes,”

he loved you, everyone knew that, but the moment he knew that you were the one was when you handled that situation with keiki and his parents very well. he was scared to tell you the truth but when he realised that you didn’t care that he was part of that lahela family, he knew. of course that was only part of the reason, they fact that you could deal with him at all showed him enough.

when you opened the door of your apartment, he was flabbergasted, “wow, mc, you look gorgeous,” “thank you, babe, you don’t look that bad yourself either.” you winked, earning a small blush from him.

“have fun!” was the last thing he heard elijah shout before you closed the door, making him relax a little. “shall we get going, my good sir?” you joked and held out your arm for him which he gladly held onto.

when you looked at the dumb, old, romance movie infront of you, you yawned, which had made bryce even more nervous.

“you alright, mc?” you nodded and smiled at him, “yeah. im fine. you do know we have already seen this movie, right? it was the one that played at our first official-,” he had cut you off, “date. yeah i know.”

he turned so his face was focused to yours before pulling out the box with the ring in it, “mc, i love you so much it even physically hurts sometimes. the moment you told me you didn’t care who my family was and how you showed me how much you love keiki and accepted her as family has made me love you even more, which i didn’t even think was possible, so mc, will you marry me?”

the happy tears streaming down your face and the big smile were all the confirmation he needed, but he just had to hear the words come out of your mouth

“bryce, yes! absolutely! i love you, too, you dork,” you said before pulling him close for a kiss.

Rafael Aveiro:

“no way,” you laughed at a story about young rafael juliana told you, causing him to blush

he sat across from you two and was simply admiring you with a big smile on his face

trust me, this man knew you were the one from the moment he met you. the fact that you always supported him whenever he did stupid and reckless shit made him even more sure. and when you told you never ever wanted to lose him after his accident, he knew that you felt the same way he did.

“so, do you have a plan?” his grandma asked, just seconds after you had left, he furrowed his eyebrows, “what?” “for your proposal!”

after that talk with his grandmother, he planned everything out.

“hey, mc, can you meet me at the rooftop aftsr your shift?” he asked, after finding you roaming the hallways of the hospital

a bright smile on your face after you saw who it was, “‘course. what’s this about though?” he just mischievously smiled, “you’ll see.”

and god were you glad you had that one cute outfit you had forgotten still in your locker

“what are we doing here?” you asked as you two got up to the hospital’s rooftop, “we’re going for a ride with the helicopter,” he smiled, making you widen your eyes, “is that even allowed? i mean you just got your job ba-,” he cut you off, “no need to worry,”

he had stopped at the landscape you two had flown over that one time after the baseball game to watch the sunset and have a picnic

right before the sun had set, he helped you stand up and got down on one knee himself, “raf-,” he cut you off by opening the velvet box in his hand, making you catch your breath

“mc, i knew you were the one from the moment i made you. of course, proposing back then would’ve been waaaaaaaaaay too soon, but i’ve grown to love you even more, which i didn’t even know was possible. you make me want to a better and careful man and in all honesty, no one could ever make me do that last part, so mc, will you marry me?”

you wiped your cheeks, and quickly nodded your head way too fast, “yes, yes, yes, a million times yes! i love you, raf,” you pulled him for a kiss before he responded, “i love you too.”

“wait a second, you never told me about how you got the helicopter?” he grinned, “i told naveen i was planning on proposing,” you laughed a little, before pulling him even closer.

Ethan Ramsey:

this man doesn’t want to get married

i mean sure that thought had crossed his mind, but it wasnt a serious until something happened to you, and i mean something really serious

when you rolled in on that stretcher on a quiet, saturday afternoon lets just say that man was going crazy, god forbid something happening to you, so he was extra irritated that day

“no, no, no, only the best surgeon!!! bryce, this is too personal for you, let emery handle it,” he’d say, not wanting the resident to assist, but only wanting attendings.

when you finally got out of surgery and were placed in the icu, he knew for sure that you were the love of his life and that he was gonna make it official the second you felt better.

when you finally woke up, his face was the first thing you’d see.

“ethan? what happened?” “you got in a car crash, everything’s fine, mc, i promise i wont leave your side. ever.”

after a couple of days, you were finally discharged and god did that feel great

sienna was helping you, taking your stuff and making sure you didn’t feel hurt anywhere that day, “sienna, i’m fine, you can go back to work,” she dismissed your protests before pulling you even closer, letting most of your weight shift on her, “no, i’m going back home with you and then i’ll come back,”

that was until ethan came in, “ah, dr trinh, can i talk to mc alone for a minute?” she’d nod, giving you a knowing look

“what’s up?” “i was uh wondering if you had time today? so i can take you out on.. a date...”

your eyes widened, “yeah. of course. sure.”

that evening you had taken so long getting ready, not really feeling any pain anymore from the medications you had taken

even though you knew you had to stay home and rest, you didn’t

“so where are we going?” you asked as you stepped out of the apartment door when he picked you up

“you’ll see soon enough,” he’d say, linking your arms

he stopped outside of a flower garden, you remembered it as you looked around, “wow, you didn’t forget!” you happily said, before he chuckled, “of course i didn’t forget it,” he said as he looked around the flower garden your parents had gotten engaged at.

“mc, i know i said i didn’t really believe in marriage but those couple of days made me re-evalute my decision,” he’d say, slowly getting on one knee, earning a gasp from you, “seeing you on that stretcher that day made me so scared of losing you, i hope i never have to go through that feeling again, so, mc, will you marry me?”

tears prickled in your eyes, your voice weak while you muttered out a quiet ‘yes’ before shouting it out

“YES, YES, YES, OF COURSE!!!”

he’d pick you up and spin you around, “i love you, mc,”

“i love you, too, ethan.”

#sorry this took so long omf #open heart #jackie varma #rafael aveiro #bryce lahela #ethan ramsey #jackie varma x mc #rafael aveiro x mc #bryce lahela x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #headcanon #hc

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #475

(from two days ago, oops)

What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.) I really like a steady rain tapping on the windows. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not? No, because I'm ugly. It's annoying because I've been wanting to take pics with Girt considering even as just friends literally none exist of us, but yeah. I fucking hate taking pictures of myself and it takes a billion and two tries to get a picture I deem "acceptable" anyway. Were you named after anyone? No. What was the last comic book you read? I don't and never have read comic books. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. All things considered, somehow my former best friend was the worst. She was homophobic, racist, extremely self-centered, drama-driven, excessively bossy, ungrateful... I will never be able to explain how our friendship ever worked. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it? Burn it. With certainty. We just aren't meant to live forever. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? 99% of my life has been Cringe. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date? Be distracted/not pay attention to the other, like by constantly using their phone. It's so rude. That would immediately make me lose interest in you. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be? I dunno. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway? I was absolutely going to college as a kid. Fast-forward to the future, I've dropped out three times and am going nowhere. Little me saw me as so, so much more successful. Do you actually iron your clothes? No. Unless it's a formal occasion. Do you rent or own your current home? We rent. Have you ever used cursive after school, aside from your signature? My handwriting is naturally mostly cursive. Do you have your groceries delivered or do you buy them yourself? We order our groceries for pick-up, so we have to go to the store, but not in. Do you have a gym membership? Sigh. I do, but Mom and I have really been neglecting going since my time with my personal trainer ran out... What’s your favorite computer game genre? Horror, of course. Do you have any exes your parents never liked? No. Have you ever been severely mentally ill? I am. What was the last thing you purchased from a small local business? I don't know. Have you ever used chewing tobacco? EW no, that shit grosses me out so much. If someone’s laughing, do you instantly think they’re laughing at you? Suuuure do. How would you react if your parents told you they were having another baby? Well, they're divorced, Mom cannot stand my dad, and she also had a complete hysterectomy when she had ovarian cancer, so like... Have you ever had a garage or yard sale before? How much did you make? Over the course of my life, we've had a few yard sales. I don't remember how much we made at any. Have you ever had to evacuate your home for any reason? No. Which mythological creature is your favorite? DRAGONS. I love dragons. Have you ever been to a butterfly garden before? No, but that sounds amazing. What's the biggest bird you've ever seen up close? Oh my god y'all, when I volunteered once at a wildlife rehab center, I was FEET away from some sort of falcon. Guys, you would not believe JUST how big birds of prey are. I was shocked and in total awe. Have you ever seen a double rainbow before? More than once. Were you ever afraid of the dark as a child? I don't THINK I was? What is the strangest thing you’ve been asked? Something inappropriate that really pissed me off. What was your favorite game as a child? I was obsessed with the original Spryo trilogy and would play all three obsessively. What is the darkest thing you have seen on the internet? I don't know, dark shit. Do you crack your knuckles, neck or toes constantly? No, but ugh Girt does that with his neck and it drives me insane alsdkjfaljdlfkwe. Are you constantly catching colds or other sicknesses? No, my immune system is a legend. Are you afraid of mice? No, they're precious. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? I go on vacations so irregularly that I can't really answer this. I've been on a vacation maybe twice in my entire life. Do you own more than one copy or edition of a book? No. If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? I don't like musicals. Will you willingly sing in front of other people besides your family? God no. Do you eat soup when you’re sick? No. I don't like soup. Who can never fail to make you laugh? Absolutely my boyfriend. He's the funniest person I know. Have you ever been on a tour bus? No. Do you prefer listening to things through headphones or speakers? Earplugs. Are you listening to music right now? No; I'm watching Gab play The Evil Within. Have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? Just one of them, but we were together at the time. What are you planning on eating for dinner tonight if you haven’t already? Mom made pizza. What was the worst news you’ve heard this entire week? Girt's mother has Covid. He's vaccinated, but nevertheless, he's still getting a test done just to be safe, and also because if he's contracted it, I might have it. And that means my mother could get it, which just cannot happen, even if she's vaccinated, too. The poor guy is really freaking out about it, but ASTONISHINGLY, I'm not panicking yet. Girt's health has seemed fine, I'm fine, so... We'll just have to wait to see what his test says. Do you have a lot of trees around your house? What about buildings? No; yes. I hate living in the suburbs, it sucks here. Would you say either one of your parents are 'pack-rats?' No. Have you ever disowned anyone in your family? For what reasons? No. Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No. Do you have freckles? Do you like/dislike them? Not on my face, no. I have a few randomly on my body though. Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? No. Have you downloaded extra fonts for your computer? Oh, plenty. Who is the latest great YouTuber you’ve discovered? The latest, uhhhh. I'd probably say John Wolfe as a truly "great" one considering I watch him regularly now. Do you read the Bible regularly? Yeah, no. All the Bible does is piss me off, frankly. Name three patriotic songs you like. I don't know about three, but I do shockingly like this one country song with a name I can't remember. All I know is it has "red, white, and blue" in the title. ... I think. Oh! There's "Deutschland" by Rammstein, even though it's not about my own country. Has it ever snowed on your birthday? Maybe at some point as a kid? Idr. Do you like the way your name is spelled? No, actually. I wish it was "Brittney." It's more true to the pronunciation. Do you believe in astrology? Not in the slightest, and while I really shouldn't care, like believe what you want, it's a genuine pet peeve of mine when others base their fucking lives around what positions some goddamn stars are in in an infinite universe. They make decisions based on bullshit being spat at them that might not be suitable. I know, it's stupid to care, but I can never seem to NOT roll my eyes when I see/hear people blaming their flaws and shit on this stuff. Are you one of those people who has like a hundred apps on their phone? No; I have very few. What’s the band that you love even though you know they’re awful? I can't help but love some Blood on the Dance Floor songs. :x Do you coo over other people’s babies? No, not really. Like I can acknowledge a cute picture and be like "awww," but it's nothing I lose my mind over at all. What is something that makes you very squeamish? VOMIT. If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? The only high school friend of mine I'm still actively friends with/is still in my life is Girt, obviously. Like I have HS friends on Facebook that I still very much love and will react to what they post and sometimes comment, but we don't really talk-talk. Do you dye your hair regularly? No. :/ That's not something I can afford to do. Do you have an alter ego? Describe them: No. Do you know both of your biological parents? Which one do you prefer? I do, and I love them both. Do you store a lot of pictures you’ve taken that no one else has seen? I'm a wanna-be photographer, of course I do. If you had to name your kid after an American state, which would you choose? Probably "Dakota" for either gender. What do you use to dry your clothes? (Tumble dryer, radiator, etc) We have your normal dryer. Do you ever play the built-in games on your computer? Which ones? Nah. Do/did you doodle on your books at school? My notebooks and binders, ohhhh yes. Actual school textbooks, absolutely not. Who’d you last see in a tux? The groom and groomsmen of the last wedding I shot. Who’s the bravest person you know? Sara. Have you ever dated someone who was real sportsy? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dazed and Confused (Part 2)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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It didn’t take long in a town as small as Elk Ridge, Washington to figure out where Dean was staying. There were parts of the place that were laid out as you expected. Suburbia was near the one school. The main street housed almost all of the businesses. The lumber mill where probably most people worked was nestled near the east outskirts of town. There wasn’t a whole lot else there. If you wanted some peace and quiet, it was probably a quaint little place to stay.

Some homes were spread out far and wide though. The feds had set you up in place that made your college dorm room seem like a mansion, located on the west side of town. You had a few neighbors but they were nearly a mile down the road. It had plenty of privacy which was great for investigating but you weren’t a huge fan of the isolation personally.

Dean was to the north, in some old hunting cabin that he was slowly fixing up. At least that’s what Kat, the town gossip, told you. She’d always say hello to Dean when she saw him around and he was cordial back but he kept to himself for the most part. He worked at the mill and frequented the one garage that would special order car parts for him. For the most part though, you had no leads.

“Well,” you said, sitting in your car shortly after lunch, the sound of an Impala driving back towards the mill giving you an idea. “I don’t think you’ll mind if I do a little poking around, Dean.”

You drove to his place in less than ten minutes, seeing nothing in terms of security around the property. You parked your car a ways down the road and doubled back through the tree line and to the home. You went to the backdoor first and found it unlocked, opening straight into a laundry room that smelled of sweaty clothes.

“You really better not be some psychopath, Dean,” you mumbled, walking into his kitchen, finding it sparse but Dean had always liked to keep his spaces clean. You opened a cupboard, finding it crammed full, a smile on your face. “That’s more like it.”

“I told you to stay away,” said Dean, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You turned your head over your shoulder, Dean right behind you, arms crossed. You stood up, spinning around and finding his hand in your jacket, shoving you through the backdoor.

“Dean, I-”

“I told you to leave me alone,” he said, clenching his one hand, twisting his body back like…

You dodged most of the punch but Dean had some weight behind it, knocking you to the ground regardless as he grazed your cheek. You stared up at him, moving to hit him in the groin when he dodged, getting his feet under your legs and flipping you onto your stomach. His hand caught your jacket collar and started dragging you on the ground, pulling your hood over your face.

“Be quiet,” he grunted, moving one hand away for you in time to see him open a shed door and push you inside.

“Dean!” you shouted, throwing your shoulder against the door the second it shut, the metal not budging. You were barely there more than a minute before you heard the Impala in the background tearing out of there.

Lawrence, Kansas

Two Days Later

“You’re off the case in case no one’s told you yet,” said John in the conference room at the station, sliding a cup of coffee over to you.

“I fucked up. I get it,” you said, staring at your statement for the hundredth time that morning. “I should resign.”

“You should take a leave of absence,” said John, taking the file away. “And go find Dean on your own.”

“Excuse me?” you said, John’s face hard set. “What-”

“He knew you were there. He had to. You checked in before you went to Dean’s place and somehow he randomly went home in the middle of his shift? I think he got tipped off. I don’t think we were ever supposed to catch Dean, kid. Just help give him a bigger rap sheet,” said John, leaning back in his seat. “Assaulted a detective. That’s not something people ignore. It gives him credibility for something bigger.”

“Yeah, and I’m the zodiac killer,” you said, John rolling his eyes. “Why would the feds-”

“Because we’re small town cops and they think we’re dumbasses,” said John. “Maybe we were but think about it. He saw you first on the street you said. An anonymous call came in saying where you were in that shed. He could have hurt you, killed you, but I think he’s the one that made sure you were found.”

“It’s too early in the day for a conspiracy theory, John,” you said, running your hands over your face, reaching for your coffee.

“Did Dean seem like the guy in his file?” asked John.

“Sorry, I didn’t think about it too much after he punched me in the face ,” you growled.

“He could have killed you Y/N,” said John.

“You know what? I’m calling in sick today,” you said, standing up and storming out.

“Y/N,” he said, grabbing your arm in the hall.

“I am done with the Winchester family. Leave me the hell alone.”

“Hey, open up,” Sam said for the tenth time that night, banging on your apartment door relentlessly. You growled as you got up from the couch and flung it open. “Good. You’re home.”

“Go away Sam,” you said, trying to shut the door, Sam simply pushing it back open. You groaned and walked back inside, Sam shutting the door behind him, dropping a bag on your table.

“I got you some of those Italian dessert things you like,” said Sam, leaning over the back of your couch, rubbing your shoulders. “I heard Dad gave you shit at the station today.”

“Dean didn’t kill me so he must be a good guy,” you said, glancing up at Sam, your swollen and bruised cheek on full display. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“You sarcasm is duly noted,” said Sam, moving around and taking a seat next to you. “You got scared again, didn’t you, with dad saying that stuff.”

“Fuck, Sam, is that why you’re here? You think I need a babysitter?” you spat back at him, Sam keeping his face soft.

“Not every Winchester is trying to be an asshole to you this week,” said Sam, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’m sorry Dean scared you. I’m sorry my dad doesn’t understand that. He wants to believe that Dean is good so badly, he didn’t realize he was willing to let you get hurt along the way.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m taking his advice and taking a leave of absence while I figure out what to do with my life because I sure as shit suck at this job,” you said, grabbing a pillow but Sam ripping it away.

“Don’t hide. And don’t quit either. You like helping people, Y/N,” said Sam.

“I’m scared again, Sam. I can’t be scared and do my job. It doesn’t work that way. All thanks to your stupid jackass of a brother,” you said.

“Get pissed then. Shove it to Dean,” said Sam, your head cocking. “You heard me right. Catch him. He’s wanted now for an actual crime, right? Bring him in.”

“He’s your brother Sam,” you said.

“My brother who hurt us both badly, who did that to your face. You’re like my sister, Y/N. He doesn’t get to push us around and make us feel like crap anymore. We aren’t a pair of little kids,” said Sam.

“Alright,” you said with a sigh, Sam ruffling your hair. “You want to order a pizza and have one of our Dean bitch fests?”

“You read my mind.”

It wasn’t until Sam was passed out on your couch and you were crawling into bed hours later that no matter which way this thing turned out, you knew you had to find Dean. You grabbed your phone, typing out an email to John, requesting your leave of absence while you got your head on straight.

A text popped up as you put the phone down, your eyes glued to it.

Meet me at the place I told you I loved you. 15 minutes.

You swallowed hard, knowing it could be from anyone, could be meant for anyone.

The place you said it back.

“Fuck, Dean,” you said, running your hand through your hair, climbing out of bed. You tossed on jeans and a tee, pulling your jacket and sneakers on, staring at your bedside drawer. “Dammit.”

You opened it up, pulling out your gun and shoving it in the back of your pants, grabbing your phone and walking into your living room quietly. Sam was snoring heavily as you thought about waking him up. The thought quickly disappeared as you went past, slipping out of the apartment and out of the building.

It was cool, the streets quiet at nearly 3 in the morning. You were on edge the whole way down the few blocks to the park, walking as fast as possible towards the only playground in Lawrence. You didn’t spot him which was troubling. There was barely any cover there apart from the enclosed tower by the slide. He was either up there or you were early enough that you could use it for yourself.

A quiet whistle punched a gasp from you, your gun in your hands in the next second. You took a wide sweep, approaching over the bridge you remember falling off of and scraping up your knee as you laughed, climbing up the steps you’d sat on for hours talking with him…

You paused and took a deep breath, raising your gun up as you spun up the last step, staring into the dark tower top.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” said Dean, flicking a lighter on, a small light filling the space, showing his hard face, body sat in the corner all in black. “I’m not-”

“Turn around. Hands on your head. Cross your ankles,” you said, Dean staring blankly at you. “Now.”

“Am I being arrested?” he asked with a chuckle, setting the lighter down, crossing his arms.

“Yes. You have the right to remain-”

“I’ve been silent for four years. I’m getting tired of it to be honest,” he said, glancing at the empty spot across from him. “I figured this would be a safe place to meet up...considering you’re on leave now and everything, I don’t have to worry about keeping you up too late for work.”

“How do you-”

“We need to talk,” said Dean, nodding again. “If you want to cuff me to do that-”

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” you said, Dean glaring up but nodding his head. He did as told, his body more muscular than you remembered. You slid a pair of thick zip ties around his wrists, Dean turning back around as you backed up, sliding down into the spot nearby.

“You don’t need to keep pointing that gun at me,” said Dean. “I am cuffed.”

“Considering what happened last time I was with you, I’ll keep the gun out,” you said, Dean’s eyes flickering to your healing cheek, scrunching up his nose.

“Sorry for that,” said Dean. “I can’t be too careful nowadays.”

“Poor you,” you said, Dean straightening his shoulders. “Start talking.”

“How’s Sammy doing? He’s in his third year of law school, right?” asked Dean, your eyes blinking fast. “He’s okay?”

“Why do you give a shit about him?” you asked. “After what you said. It took him two years to tell me what you-”

“He’s my little brother. Of course I give a shit about him. You too. I never stopped,” said Dean, staring at your cheek. “You really don’t know how awful I feel about hitting you.”

“You got two minutes before I drag you down to the station,” you said, Dean leaning his head back against the plastic wall, wearing a sad smile.

“You became a cop. Junior Detective. Top of your class. Perfect scores on your exams. Your arrest record is flawless and you bring in bagels on Fridays from the shop on fourth with the little-”

“Are you a fucking stalker or what, Dean?” you asked, Dean shaking his head.

“It’s how I knew you sent that email to dad,” said Dean, glancing down. “I...I didn’t get kicked out of the academy, Y/N. I...transferred if you want to think of it like that.”

“Transferred to what,” you growled, Dean scrunching up his face.

“Agent Winchester. FBI. Special Undercover Unit. It’s not really common knowledge it exists. We don’t go through the normal training academy. You work undercover so they keep you separate from almost everything. It’s why the FBI, the people I work for, sent you after me,” said Dean. “Well, they needed to build up my credibility but that’s not the point.”

“You’re saying you’re a federal agent,” you said, Dean nodding. “I’m Mary fucking Poppins while we’re at it.”

“How do you think I know shit I shouldn’t Y/N? I can hack into your computer, accounts. Your credit score is 740 by the way,” said Dean, cocking his head.

“You work for the government,” you said.

“I’ve been working one job for four years now, Y/N. I’ve done bad things but I’ve never hurt anyone. But I got a bit of a promotion recently and...somebody on my team is dirty. They’re working with the guy we’re trying to catch and I’m about to throw years of my life away to catch the dirtball. I need help. From someone I can trust,” said Dean.

“They teach officers to know when people are lying you know,” you said, Dean laughing.

“Then you know I’m telling you the truth,” said Dean. “I had to cut myself off from my life and hurting you and Sammy was the one sure fire way to stop you two from coming after me. I’m not asking for forgiveness, Y/N. I just need to bring down this guy and then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of your life.”

“Sam gets fucking nightmares over the shit you said to him about your mom, Dean. You fucked him up. Both of us up,” you said. “Everyone you ever cared about over what? A job?”

“I agreed to do this on one condition and only one fucking condition so you can back the fuck off,” spat back Dean, trying his best to relax. “The guy I’m trying to stop, the guy I’ve been trying to stop for four years? He’s the one that killed our mother. I know I have done a lot of things but she deserves that the guy who killed her goes down. That is why I am doing this.”

“How can I believe any of this, Dean? How?” you asked. “What proof do you have?”

“If you don’t believe me, feel free to shoot me right here and now. Say whatever story you want, no one will care. Hell, dump my body if you want. I threw away everything to try and do the right thing for her, to stop this guy from doing it to someone else. If you think I’m nuts or making it up, go ahead and pull the trigger. I can’t do this on my own. Not when I can’t trust my team. I don’t deserve your help. But I’m begging for it, Y/N,” said Dean. “Just help me catch the son of a bitch.”

“Was it you at the bank four years ago?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “Why’d you say you’d kill me?”

“I thought you’d understand,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “It wasn’t a threat, Y/N. I knew once I saw you looking at me you’d figure out it was me. I was...don’t you remember that movie? We watched it a million times. The bank heist one. The undercover cop says it to his girlfriend at the bank...it was code that he’d make sure nothing happened to her, she’d be okay.”

“You expected me to remember a stupid movie scene during one of the most frightening moments of my life?” you barked, Dean shrugging. “I didn’t get that message, Dean.”

“I know. I know,” he said. “I couldn’t say, ‘hi honey, long time no see. I’m working this super secret undercover job and I gotta do some bad stuff for a little while but I love you and I’m not going to hurt you and I’m not the bad guy. Bye!’ It’s not how this works.”

“What were you doing in Washington,” you said.

“Testing a theory. I was trying to figure out who on my team is responsible. Nobody showed any tells though so nothing came of it,” he said. “I didn’t know they’d put you on it. Hoped but couldn’t know for sure. You just went through your secondary undercover training so I played the odds on that one.”

You lowered your gun, letting it rest by your side, tucking your knees into your chest.

“It wasn’t your fault either,” he said, your chin resting on your knees, eyes darting over to meet his. “Telling you and Sam those things...that was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Why did we meet here Dean,” you said quietly, Dean smiling.

“This was stop number four on the best date ever. I told you I loved you for the first time over by those swings. You said it back when you remembered how to speak,” he said, staring at his lap. “Figured this place is lucky for me. Less odds of you shooting me on sight.”

“There are so many things I should do right now,” you said, grabbing your gun in one hand, his arm in the other.

“Y/N,” said Dean, a crack in his voice as you pulled him down the stairs and onto the wood chip covered ground below. “Please don’t turn me in. I have to…”

You snipped his zip ties, grabbed them and walked over to a nearby trash can, tossing them inside. Dean was staring slack jawed at you, stuck in place while you wandered over to the swings, taking a seat on one.

“Y/N,” said Dean, standing in front of you while you kicked at the ground.

“You know, Sam and I have this sort of vent session about you sometimes. We basically bitch about everything we hate about you,” you said, Dean gulping. “Every single time, just like the one we had tonight, we always end up talking about good memories and how we hope we’re both so wrong and that you’re still good and something crazy is going on. Now that’s it happening, I can’t believe it’s real.”

“Y/N, I’m-” said Dean, letting out a oomph before he hit the ground, your gaze moving from the ground upwards, Sam panting over Dean’s unconscious body.

“Sam what-”

“He’s a dumbass,” said Sam, bending down, tossing Dean over his shoulder. “We got to move to a secure location.”

“Sam! What is going on?” you asked, Sam nodding for you to follow. “Sam!”

“Dean’s a good guy, Y/N. Loyal to a fault. To a fault, Y/N . He’s getting setup,” said Sam, walking away from the playground, you hot on his tail.

“Sam,” you said, tugging on his arm.

“Dean’s got his facts wrong. He never should have dragged you into this,” said Sam. “But you’re in it now so you better come with us.”

“He had nowhere to turn he said. He-”

“The guy at the FBI Dean is investigating? It’s the guy who killed our mom. He works for them. He’s on the team Dean works on. He’s setting Dean up to take the fall for everything he’s ever done,” said Sam.

“How do you even know that?” you asked, a million more questions flooding your mind.

“Y/N. You weren’t the only one that went into law enforcement when Dean went off the rails,” said Sam, your head cocking, Sam breaking into a soft smile for a brief moment. “Agent Winchester. FBI. Internal Investigations.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #au #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfictio #series

[cheshiresense]

In the spirit of OC appreciation Ichigo/ koyonagi from your SP!AU? Thank you for writing such lovely stories cross!

Hmm I’ll try to keep this short because I actually want to write Koyonagi/Ichigo for OC Day, and it’ll likely take place in the SP ’verse. But here’s a few hcs I’ve considered.

Edit: what is this short ppl speak of

I mean at least it’s shorter?

1. Even after Ichigo graduates and moves into his own little apartment, they continue meeting up. Not at first. Actually Ichigo’s the one who starts it. It’s been a month, and Koyonagi hasn’t randomly shown up at his door mooching food off him and pissing him off, and from long experience, Ichigo gets worried because not seeing one of the people he cares about for a while usually means they’ve either been kidnapped or they’re Up To Some Shit And Are In Way Over Their Head. So one day after work, he storms back over to the Academy, already halfway convinced that Koyonagi won’t even be there and someone’s going to tell him he’s laid out at the Fourth or something.

But no, Ichigo tracks Koyonagi down right to his office, and when he barges in, the inconsiderate asshole is sitting at his desk like everything’s normal and he’s even grading papers. Ichigo’s stunned. Koyonagi stares back at him, eyebrows raised in a way that somehow translates to equal parts perplexity, amusement, and mockery.

“Ichi-chan!” Koyonagi says, and Ichigo already wants to kill him. “My favourite ex-student! What a surprise! And here I thought you would be too busy taking the Gotei by storm to come see little old me again.” He cocks his head. “Did you need something?”

Ichigo glares, bristling with irritation, mostly because he’d clearly worried for nothing. “I don’t need anything from you!” He snaps. “But I haven’t seen you around at all! What’s wrong with you? I usually can’t turn around without you sticking your nose into my business, and suddenly you drop off the face of the planet? I thought something had happened!”

There’s a long moment of silence after that. Koyonagi’s face is now completely void of expression aside from the smile still frozen on his lips, and somehow, Ichigo gets the feeling that he’s actually managed to surprise him for the first time since they met.

It doesn’t last. Koyonagi blinks, his expression smooths over, and then he beams so obnoxiously even Ichigo’s instinctive urge to punch him is overridden by how fake it is. “Why, Ichi-chan! I had no idea you missed my lessons so much! Did I manage to instill so strong a love of Kidou in you that you just couldn’t wait to-”

“Shut up,” Ichigo sighs, already exhausted, because Koyonagi in this moment reminds him of nothing so much as he does of Kisuke when someone accidentally dredged up feelings in him that he couldn’t handle, and why are all of Ichigo’s closest acquaintances such fucking basket-cases in the emotional stability department? He sighs again and debates internally with himself for a moment, because he just knows Koyonagi will mock him for this too, but on the other hand, it’ll save him some trouble and a lot of anxiety, and that wins out in the end.

“You know where I live,” Ichigo says abruptly, because if Koyonagi doesn’t know, he’ll eat his Zanpakutou. “And yeah, my Kidou still sucks. So come by whenever and you can teach me and I can feed you, and that way I won’t have to worry you’ve pissed off the wrong person and gotten yourself killed or worse.” He scowls. “Don’t think I won’t come back and drag you home myself if you don’t visit on your own, understand?”

Koyonagi just sort of… stares some more. Then he smirks in a way that’s more a pull of his facial muscles than anything else, and Ichigo braces himself, “I take it back - I had no idea you cared so much.” He sighs dramatically. “Well I suppose, for your peace of mind, I must swing by sometime soon. Can’t have my favourite ex-student pining away in his apartment for me when I can soothe your paranoia.”

He pauses, and this time it’s Ichigo who’s taken off-guard when Koyonagi lets the mockery fade, replaced by something unreadable and distant and almost angry. The edges of his reiatsu flicker like serpents’ tongues against Ichigo’s own, and when he speaks, there isn’t any trace of his usual silver-tongued whimsy in his voice. “You shouldn’t care so much, Ichigo. It’s bad for your health.”

Ichigo’s eyes narrow, and he remembers the stiff way Kaien tends to carry himself around Koyonagi, the way the other teachers avoid this man when they can help it, the way he’s always sensed something dangerous - a threat that goes far beyond the petty cruelty and playful sadism he has no qualms showing, a threat that sometimes puts even Ichigo on edge, especially when they spar, when the bite of his Zanpakutou feels like serrated teeth in flesh - lurking behind Koyonagi’s civilized mien, like insanity and rage trapped in a cage that bends a little more each day.

Fucking basket-cases, all of them. Kuukaku once said his charisma drew in colourful personalities. Shinji told him his leniency put more knives at his back than he would know what to do with one day.

Ichigo scoffs, loudly, and turns to leave. “Fuck off. I’ll do what I want. Come by on Saturday. I’m making katsudon.”

He stalks out after that. He doesn’t look back, but as he crosses the front courtyard and out the gates, he can feel Koyonagi’s gaze burning into his back.

Ichigo’s never been as afraid of things that can kill him as he probably should be anyway.

2. The first time Ichigo brings Koyonagi to a Shiba-hosted party, there’s an awkwardly tense moment of silence as all the Shinigami in the compound give Koyonagi suspicious looks. Koyonagi just smiles away like nothing’s wrong but even Ichigo can sense the tension, and he knows by now that there’s something going on with Koyonagi - it’s not every day the Kidou Corps Commander gets relegated to Academy instructor - but Koyonagi isn’t ready to tell him, and everyone can just back the fuck off or Ichigo is giving this party a miss. He can just as easily spend New Year’s in his apartment. Asuka and Rangiku and Gin won’t mind a change of venue. But then Kaien steps in, and even though his smile is a little strained when aimed at Koyonagi, he welcomes both of them in, cuts a warning look at all his clan members, and then leads them to the buffet table already laden down with food.

Later, when they’re left alone, Koyonagi murmurs, “I thought your cousin would’ve kicked me out.”

Ichigo shrugs. “He knows I would’ve left too. And I dunno what his problem is with you, but he likes me more than he’s scared of you. So.”

Koyonagi gives him an odd look before shaking his head with something like amusement. “Only you, Ichi-chan.”

Ichigo has no idea what that’s supposed to mean but that doesn’t stop him from grinding his heel into Koyonagi’s foot and stealing half his sushi. Ichi-chan his ass.

3. For all that Koyonagi tends to drive him around the bend every other week, Ichigo enjoys his company. He’s smart, and strong, and funny not always at Ichigo’s expense but never afraid of taunting him either.

Ichigo’s never had any great loves, never had time for them. But he’s fallen into bed with a few of his friends - for the company, for the warmth, for the comfort, when the nightmares crowded too close - and he wasn’t in love with any of them but he does know he has a type, and it was never down to physical appearance.

Men or women, he didn’t care. But they usually tended to be capable - held their own in battle, knew their own worth, laughed at death and went back for more, and could look Ichigo’s Hollow in the eye without flinching.

Ichigo doesn’t know about the latter, but Koyonagi has the other three in spades, and the more time Ichigo spends with him, the more he looks forward to just having Koyonagi around, even if they aren’t working on Kidou. So he won’t say he’s in love with this man either, isn’t sure what it is or how he’s even supposed to identify it - nobody’s ever taught him that, and he’s already the sort of person who would kill and die and raise his blade against an army for a friend he’d known for three months tops; he can’t get more extreme for a lover even if he tried.

He likes Koyonagi though, cares about him probably more than Shinji would say is wise because Ichigo absolutely knows there’s something off about the guy. But ninety percent of Ichigo’s relationships have been like that, and he’s never cared about anyone with the expectation of that care returned in full. Sometimes though, Koyonagi looks at him the same way people like Hanatarou and the Visored and Toushirou did, Chad at the beginning of their friendship and Rukia on occasion and Kisuke more times than the shopkeeper himself probably knew - like they couldn’t believe Ichigo was real, and behind that, like they’d break if Ichigo ever turned his back on them, ever left them behind. And maybe it’s foolish and arrogant and stupid, but Ichigo never could leave the broken ones alone. It’s not that he thinks they need redemption or for him to wrap them up in cotton and protect them from the big bad world; it’s just that he looks at each of them and can’t bear to let them go, not when their loneliness reminds him so much of his own.

Koyonagi is a little like them, some of the time, when he thinks Ichigo isn’t looking, and it’s enough for Ichigo to set aside the apprehension he sometimes feels when he looks at Koyonagi. It might bite him in the ass one day, or it might not. But for now, he continues learning from the man and letting him come over for meals and bantering with him until he manages to drag genuine laughter out of him. And if he also sits back and admires the stretch of Koyonagi’s throat and the lazy curl of his grin that somehow lights up his whole face, nobody has to know except Ichigo.

4. “Like this,” Koyonagi murmurs, and then steps right into Ichigo’s space, a wall of heat at his back as his hands come up and around, folding over Ichigo’s own and guiding him through the motions of a particularly complicated Kidou formation. The man has only maybe an inch on Ichigo so he’s a comfortable fit against him, but Ichigo freezes at the touch, and he can feel the flush creeping up the back of his neck. He barely registers Koyonagi finishing his very hands-on show-and-tell, but he immediately misses the warmth when Koyonagi steps away again, withdrawing far too slowly and not slowly enough, the callouses of his hands brushing up his arms like an inadvertent caress, and Ichigo has to suppress the ridiculous urge to lean into it even as a different part of him wants to claw his own skin off.

Kaien likes slinging an arm around him, and Rangiku gives him hugs sometimes, but Ichigo hasn’t had anyone touch him so… intimately in a long time. Which is dumb because he’s pretty sure he’s reading that wrong, because this isn’t even the first time Koyonagi hasn’t gotten more than a little handsy when he guided Ichigo through each Kidou spell, it’s just that this time tops them all. So it’s dumb, except when he turns and catches sight of Koyonagi’s face, the man is watching him right back, green eyes gone dark and hot and knowing, even as his mouth thins into a strangely contrasting grimace.

Ichigo’s heartbeat suddenly sounds too loud in his ears.

“…You’re not subtle, Ichi-chan,” Koyonagi says after a long moment of charged silence, and for once, Ichigo doesn’t even kick him for the nickname.

Ichigo blinks, takes a breath, and squares his shoulders because he’s never cowered when it counted. “Rude. The polite thing to do here would be to ignore it.”

Koyonagi huffs a breath of sardonic laughter. “Well, no one has ever accused me of being well-mannered.” He pauses, too-piercing gaze drifting over Ichigo like a touch of its own. “And what if I don’t want to?”

There’s another lengthy breathless silence between them. Ichigo takes in the hunger burning in Koyonagi’s eyes and recalls all the little touches Koyonagi’s been giving him that don’t seem so accidental or innocent on hindsight anymore.

So alright, Ichigo is kind of oblivious when it comes to certain things.

He narrows his eyes. “You better not make this weird later.”

Koyonagi smirks at that. “I promise I’ll still respect you in the morning, Ichi-chan.”

This time, Ichigo reaches out to smack him one, practically reflex now, but he stills when Koyonagi catches his hand and tugs him a step closer instead. A gentle thumb strokes over the pulse in his wrist, and Ichigo has to stamp down a shiver. Koyonagi says nothing, doesn’t push, waits, and maybe that’s why.

Besides, Ichigo wouldn’t mind falling asleep next to someone he trusts. It’s been a long time since he could, since anyone offered.

“Yeah, fine,” he says, and it comes out rough. Koyonagi’s smirk widens, and Ichigo rolls his eyes in response before yanking the man forward, one hand coming up to catch his shoulder right before he presses his mouth to Koyonagi’s in a brief but searing kiss. He pulls back in time to see the half-snarl of surprise and checked arousal, and Ichigo grins. “My place,” he says, and disappears in a rush of shunpo, fast but not-quite-controlled. Koyonagi tears after him, dogging his heels, and Ichigo barely has time to touch down on his doorstep and get the door open before Koyonagi crashes into him from behind, all but tumbling him inside before whirling him around again and pushing him up against the slam of the door. Ichigo gets a glimpse of glittering green gone bright with the flare of reiatsu, and then Koyonagi is licking into his mouth like he wants to devour him. Ichigo groans, shoves Koyonagi’s loose Shihakushou open, and loses himself in the other’s warmth.

5. The seal glows ominously in the palm of his hand. Beside him, Ichigo slumbers on peacefully, limbs heavy with exhausted satisfaction, gloriously bare under the sheets, marked only by faint bruising that will probably be gone by morning. He sleeps half curled up against Senzou’s side like a cat, starved for touch and warmth even when unconscious.

He sleeps like he thinks Senzou can’t hurt him, so, so easily. Senzou stares at the seal in his hand, intricate symbols locked together, thrumming with power, ready to be applied at his leisure. His other arm remains around Ichigo, splayed over his back with a possessiveness he refuses to think too deeply about.

He thinks instead about trust. He thinks Ichigo is the sort of foolish he should hate, because Ichigo trusts him like he thinks trust alone is enough of a leash to hold Senzou back, like Central 46 doesn’t have the bigger claim by far, and the seal on his back still burns with a phantom pain.

Ichigo isn’t stupid. And Senzou’s let himself slip enough to give even the most clueless plenty of hints. And yet, Ichigo refuses to run away, continues letting Senzou into his life, into his house, into his damn bed, looks at him like he’s something important, something precious, like they don’t both know he’s a poisoned dagger in the dark, and Senzou should hate him for it because Ichigo refuses to heed every warning between them, refuses to stop, refuses to give up on him the way so many others have, and that’s a kind of warfare Senzou has no experience in fighting.

He should hate it. He’s tried. But it is shockingly hard to hate a man who refuses to do the same in return. Or maybe just this man. Just Ichigo.

Senzou sighs, closes his hand, and shatters the seal. The reiatsu powering it dissipates in a fluctuating spike of seething venom, and beside him, Ichigo stirs.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He grumbles, cracking open one eye even as he throws an arm over Senzou’s waist, and Senzou wonders if he even realizes the way his reiatsu curls around Senzou like it wants to keep him. “It is way too early to still be up.”

“…You can’t save everyone, Ichigo.” Senzou says before he can think better of it, before he can even think it.

He feels Ichigo go still, and he braces for Ichigo to withdraw, to pull away, but Ichigo only stretches out, sprawling more of his weight over Senzou as he lifts his head to scowl at him.

“I can fucking try,” is his retort, all steel-edged determination, and then his eyes narrow, and his reiatsu ripples like the ocean, vast and deep and deadly, and Senzou should be wary of drowning in it, but all he feels is safe.

“Why?” Ichigo continues demandingly. “Do I need to fuck someone up for you? Are you finally gonna tell me who’s holding what over your head? Cuz you tell me and we’ll deal with it, okay? It doesn’t matter who it is.”

Senzou stares at him, stares and stares and wonders when the gods decided he was worth this man.

“Koyonagi?” Ichigo scowls again, but it’s his concerned one, heavy at the brow, soft at the edges, fierce all over as if he’d fight the whole damn world if that’s what it takes to free Senzou.

“Yes,” Senzou says belatedly, finally finding his voice again. “There are some things I have to tell you.”

Then again, Senzou’s never believed in gods. If they exist, they abandoned him a long time ago. But Ichigo is here, and Ichigo thinks he’s worth it, and maybe it’s time Senzou starts giving some of that trust back.

#headcanon meme: answered #bleach #koyoichi #koyonagi senzou #kurosaki ichigo #headcanon #nopixiera #swinging pendulum

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Galactica, Chapter 16 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hello pumpkins! Thank you so much for all the love, we adore you! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Sutan was smitten with a mysterious new girl, and Fame finally approved the Fashion Week designs.  

This Chapter: A mystery, a flea market, an apology,  a high society gathering, and a bedtime story.

***

“Come in!”

Katya pushed open Pearl’s door, then stood there, arms crossed, a deeply unhappy look on her face. Katya didn’t get mad very often, so when she did, people took it very seriously. Pearl took one look at her and scrambled up into a seated position on her bed.

“What’s wrong?” Pearl asked, a little worried.

“What did you do to Violet?”

“What…” Pearl scoffed, slightly offended. “What makes you think I did something?”

“Well, this is the third week in a row that she’s turned down our brunch invite. So naturally I assume you broke her poor heart. Didn’t you?!”

“No!” Pearl exclaimed. “In fact, if anyone broke anyone’s heart, it’s her! She completely ditched me at the Vogue party and now she’s acting like I don’t even exist.”

Katya narrowed her eyes, contemplating this claim. Pearl’s eyes were wide and innocent and she looked like she was telling the truth, but Katya wasn’t buying it. Something didn’t smell right.

“Huh.” Katya sat down beside Pearl on the bed. “Walk me through the party. Everything you remember.”

“Okay, so it started out great. She looked super hot; I looked super hot.”

“Naturally,” Katya chuckled.

“She didn’t want to do the whole step and repeat thing, but of course I have to, so she kind of stood to the side while I took some pictures, and I was like, clowning and flirting with her, and she seemed really into it. Real giggly and adorable.”

“Okay...” Katya raised an eyebrow.

“And then we went in, and she just...disappeared.” Pearl groaned. “I couldn’t find her anywhere. And the next thing I knew, she was sitting at the bar, flirting with some dude, having the time of her life-”

“Go back,” Katya said. “When you went into the party, you’re saying that she disappeared without saying one word to you?”

“Well, no, she said that she was going to get us drinks.”

“And what were you doing while she was getting drinks, Pearl?” Katya asked.

“I was dancing. Waiting for her! And...oh, shit.” Realization dawned in Pearl’s eyes. “Do you think she saw that girl kiss me?”

Katya covered her face with her hands, moaning, “Peeeearl, for fuck’s sake!”

“Well it was only like a second! A few seconds, tops! And I pushed her away!” Pearl defended herself. “And anyway, why wouldn’t she have said anything?!”

“Does she strike you as the type who enjoys confrontation?” Katya asked pointedly.

“No. No, definitely not. Ugh, fuck.”

“And anyway, what did you say when you saw her at the bar?”

“Uhhh...I kinda just...left.”

“Pearl!” Katya admonished.

“I was pissed! And I don’t like confrontation either.” Pearl crossed her arms sullenly.

“You need to talk to her.”

“Well, I’ve tried, Katya, but she doesn’t want to!”

Katya placed a hand on Pearl’s shoulder and said, “Try again.”

Pearl nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”  

***

“Patrick! Patrick, come here!”

Patrick looked around, trying to locate the face of his wife in the crowd of poorly-dressed shoppers who were surrounding them.

Fame had come home last night, fully drained after a long week at the office. When her mood and her energy levels hadn’t recovered after a long bath, Patrick had made a decision.

The Grand Market Place in New Jersey was one of Fame’s favorite places on Earth. Honestly, any flea market where Fame could walk around in peace was her happy place. Patrick had gotten their car out nice and early, not telling Fame where they were going until they were well on their way to the Lincoln tunnel, where she figured it out.

Patrick finally located Fame, waving at her as he made his way towards his wife, two strawberry melon coolers in his hand, one for each of them.

“Look! Look!” Fame smiled, her entire face lighting up as she held up a small porcelain figurine of a chicken.

“It’s a Royal Copley! See! The stamp is still there!” Fame turned the chicken upside down and showed him the bottom and the brand of the figurine. “It’s an original, I have to have this! It’s an Araucana, my favorite breed!”

Patrick laughed, basking in the joy Fame was radiating. He had sworn on his life that he would never tell anyone that Fame was an avid collector of porcelain animals, but chickens in particular. Her private collection had nearly 100 small chickens meticulously on display in one of Fame’s workrooms.

“I know it is, baby.” Patrick traded the drink and held his hand out for the figurine. Fame took a sip and smiled, not a single complaint falling from her lips over the sweetness of the drink as she turned around and started to argue with the woman in the stall over the price.

Patrick smiled to himself, thankful for the dork of a woman he had chosen to marry. Fame had grown up on a farm, her dad specializing in the breeding of rare chicken breeds for competitions all over the country and he loved seeing the side of her she normally kept so carefully hidden from the rest of the world.

Patrick took a sip of his drink, watching his woman. Spending some time outside of New York where literally no one knew either Fame or himself had been the right decision for today. It was liberating in the best of ways and just what they both needed, a Saturday away from the city in the early September sun.

***

Violet would have never opened the door if it wasn’t for the insistent knocking. She had tried to ignore it, had even made a cup of tea while desperately attempting to tune it out, but as the kettle whistled, Violet’s nerves had finally broken down.

She opened the door, only to be greeted by the sight of Pearl’s face, her hand raised to knock for the hundredth time.

“Violet-”

“Go away.”

Violet tried to close the door, but Pearl shoved her foot forward, her heavy leather boot the only thing saving it from getting crushed.

“Please-” Pearl groaned, her hand grabbing the door and prying it open. “I brought you a housewarming gift.”

Pearl tilted her hip, and Violet saw that she was carrying a basket of what had to be top shelf liquor.

“You can keep it.”

Violet tried to close the door again, but Pearl’s grip was too strong.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the whole mess-”

Violet paused. Pearl never apologized. Ever. Sure, the blonde pleaded and played cute, knowing just how to say sorry without the words ever leaving her mouth, but she had just said them, and from what Violet could see, she actually meant them too.

“Can I come in, please?” Pearl sighed. “I really need to talk to you.”

“Fine.” Violet took a step back. “Two minutes.”

Violet had intended to be in control, but it wasn’t until she had let Pearl in that she realized the blonde hadn’t been in her apartment yet.

“Nice decorating.”

Violet felt a flush of shame wash over her. She hadn’t gotten anything done with her place, the apartment just as empty as it had been when she had just moved in, but with Courtney taking all her time at work, and Sutan getting what little she could spare outside of it, she hadn’t had time to get anything done.

“You wanted to talk-” Violet leaned against the wall. “Talk.”

It was clear that Pearl wasn’t used to being put on the spot, but she recovered quickly.

“First of all, I thought you were a real bitch when you randomly ditched me to flirt with some guy.”

Violet’s eyes widened. “Wha-” Pearl was being wildy unfair. “That’s not what happen-”

“And it really fucking bothered me. Especially because that didn’t seem like you. Ditching someone I mean-”

“I didn’t-”

”And I might have realized earlier today that you possibly saw me on the dance floor.”

Pearl’s admission felt like a slap to the face all over again. Violet had tried to forget Pearl kissing the redhead, she really had, but it seemed like the world was intent on reminding her of it every chance it got.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does. Vivi, I swear, she’s just someone I used to mess around with. I pushed her away right after she kissed me. The only person I wanted that night was you. Pinky swear.”

“Pearl…” Violet wanted to accept the pinky swear, wanted to forgive Pearl so badly, the woman was one of the few people she considered friends, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t hurting.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

It was true. Violet missed Pearl, missed their friendship, missed having fun and feeling young and stupid and so very alive.

“Can we please just be friends again?”

A part of Violet wanted to say no, wanted to do what she always did which was run away, but for once, she knew it was worth the risk.

“Of course.”

Hugging Pearl felt amazing, and Violet clung to her friend, her fingers buried in her blonde locks.

***

Violet hurried down the stairs, fumbling with her earring as she took them two at a time. She hated herself, but she was almost late to be picked up, the clock in the lobby telling her she only had two minutes before she was supposed to be out on the street.

Violet hadn’t meant to take so long, hadn’t wanted to be almost late, but she had changed her clothes one too many times, her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies of nervousness.

Sutan had invited her out over text two days ago, and while Violet had agreed right away, it was driving her up the wall that she had no idea what they were doing and where they were going.

He had only told her to dress up, and that he had their tickets already booked, which wasn’t really much to go on.

Violet had agonised over what to wear for hours, but had ended up settling on a red evening gown, overdressed seeming like a much better option than underdressed.

She closed the lock on her earring, but as she reached out to grab the door, she felt her phone start to buzz away in her clutch. She could see Sutan through the glass in the door, a phone to his ear.

“I’m here!”

Sutan turned around, a smile breaking out on his face as he recognised her. He tapped on his phone, and Violet’s clutch finally stopped buzzing.

“Hello lovely eyes.”

Violet was just about to open her mouth to return his greeting, when she realised that he was holding a half smoked cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Violet bit her lip. This was the first time she had seen a cigarette in Sutan’s hand, his apartment not smelling of smoke at all.

“I don’t.”

Violet raised an eyebrow, and Sutan laughed.

“Okay, so, I guess I’m obviously smoking right now.” Sutan dropped the cigarette, and stepped on it, Violet barely holding in a groan as she couldn’t help but worry about the Gucci sole. “Raja has me by the ball with the whole new models thing.”

“Ah…” Violet was well aware, too aware, that Fame had already rejected over half of the girls Elite had suggested. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s not talk about work.” Sutan held a hand out, and Violet took it. She had expected him to pull her in for a kiss or a hug, but instead, he spun her around.

“Suta-” Violet wanted to protest, but her muscle memory had already taken over, her body following his lead as she twirled once, twice, before Sutan stopped her again.

“You look gorgeous.” Sutan smiled, her hand still in his . “Is it Valentino?”

Violet nodded. “2011.”

“It suits you.” Sutan pulled her in, and Violet followed, the man clearly going for a hello kiss, but Violet turned her head to the side, his lips hitting her cheek, clearly indicating to him that she wasn’t going to kiss someone who had just smoked.

“Mmh.” Sutan hummed against her cheek, and Violet barely contained a shiver, the scent of cigarettes and his aftershave overwhelming her.

***

“How long does it take to get there?”

Violet leaned back against the seat, her black hair spilling over her long and slender arms. Sutan had been absolutely serious when he had complimented Violet’s outfit, the red dress spectacular. The chest was what drew his attention though,  her delicate collarbones standing out, flounces flanking the bare skin, Violet’s small breasts half covered by the fabric.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sutan smirked, his driver pulling out from the sidewalk.

“Fine.”

“You’re not even going to pretend to want to know?” When he had told Violet he was keeping the evening date a surprise, he had expected a pointed reply, some nagging or at least a few texts, but Violet had simply accepted it, the woman he was sharing his car with once again so different from everyone else he would normally date.

“I can be patient.” Violet smiled, a teasing glimt in her eyes.

“It’s no fun if you’re not fighting to find out.” Sutan flicked Violet’s earring, which made her yelp and laugh, his move earning him a slap on the thigh. “We’re going to the reception for the new Ralph Pucci exhibition.”

“Wha-” Violet turned towards him. “Are you kidding me? Ralph Pucci, the Ralph Pucci?  Are you taking me to the reception of ‘The Art of the Mannequin’ exhibition at the MET?”

“The one and only.”

***

Violet was filled with glee.

She was at an actual reception at the MET as a proper guest. It was something she had longed for as a fashion student, and something she missed from her younger days, the atmosphere of a cultural premiere always something special.

They had already watched the opening talk and Sutan had gotten them glasses of champagne, the man offering his arm to her without question.

Violet had scanned the room when they had arrived, but there was no one there that she knew, no one who could potentially recognise her for who she used to be.

It was wonderful to walk through the exhibition with Sutan, the man saying quick hellos left and right, but he never strayed from Violet’s side. They each emptied two more glasses of champagne, sharing a few pieces of fruit from the platters the waiters carried around the museum halls.

“Oh.” Sutan leaned down, his breath hot as he whispered into Violet’s ear. “I just spotted Cory Bautista.”

“The co-owner of Model Management?”

“Of course you know who he is,” Sutan chuckled. “I have to go talk to him. Will you be okay on your own?”

“Afraid I can’t take care of myself?” Violet reached out, gently adjusting Sutan’s suit jacket.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Sutan placed a quick kiss on her lips before he walked away, allowing Violet to wander around the exhibition. She had no idea if Sutan had just been lucky when he picked the night's activity, but for Violet it was an absolute joy to get to look at and read about the history and evolution of the fashion mannequin and it’s creator.

Violet was just reading a sign, when she heard a voice besides her.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” It was a soft female voice, her tone almost melodical. “An artist who is actually appreciated in his own time.”

“It is…” Violet smiled to herself. She didn’t turn around, the art in front of her too exciting. “Can you believe they’re actually showing the original 1979 action mannequins? And look, they even have some of Michael Everts prototypes. Isn’t it fascinating? I love how you can clearly see the evolution.”

“Oh wow,” The voice chuckled. “You’re a real expert, huh?”

“Hardly.” Violet shook her head, “but I graduated from Parsons two years ago.”

“And what do you do now then? Do you work for the museum?”

“No, I actually-” Violet turned around, surprised to find an unmistakably familiar face. A face she’d seen splashed across tabloid covers while standing in line for the checkout as a child, the cheerful looking redhead providing some of the most colorful stories during the late 90s and early 2000s.

“Ms. Monsoon.”

“Jinkx.” The woman smiled warmly and held out her hand. She seemed charming and sweet, nothing like the irresponsible, brazen party girl the tabloids had painted her as years back. “And you are?”

“Violet. My name is Violet. I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect to see you…” Violet trailed off uncertainly.

“Standing upright and speaking in coherent sentences?” Jinkx guessed with a chuckle.

“Well, no, I just-”

“It’s fine, sweetie. It’s always nice to surpass people’s expectations, even if they’re rock bottom.” Jinkx gave another crooked smile, the mischievous glint in her brown eyes telling Violet that she was in no way offended.

“I like your dress.”

Jinkx was wearing a bright scarlet gown. It was clearly custom made, the cut telling its own story of a competent tailor, but Violet wasn’t sure she would have ever paired it with Jinkx’s copper hair and red lipstick. The colors should be clashing horribly, but somehow, it was working

“Thank you! Coming from a Parsons alum, that’s quite the compliment,” Jinkx said. “You never told me where you work these days.”

“Oh, I’m at Galac-”

“Hey-” Violet turned around as Sutan walked up behind her, pressing a quick kiss against her temple. “Sorry I was gone for so-”

It was then that Sutan looked up, his entire body stiffening as he recognized who Violet was talking to.

“Jinkx.”

“Sutan, well well well. I’m not going to say I didn’t expect to see you here, but I certainly didn’t expect to see you in such excellent company.”

Violet couldn’t help but notice how quickly Jinkx’s demeanor had changed. She glanced from Sutan to Violet and then briefly at the ceiling, her face unreadable. She leveled her gaze back at Sutan, looking straight into his eyes, making Violet feel more than a little uncomfortable as Sutan responded to Jinkx’s stare.

“You’re looking very… radiant tonight.”

Violet could hear a sour, mocking note in Sutan’s silky voice. She had no idea what was going on, had never seen Sutan like this before and she couldn’t recognize the man who had whispered into her ear merely minutes before, the energy he was giving off now reminding her of Raja on her worst days.

“Whoaaa… Alert the presses,” a voice called out. “Since when are you two allowed in the same room?”

Violet turned to see none other than Bianca Del Rio approaching the group.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Violet couldn’t be sure that Bianca actually knew who she was, or would recognize her out of the context of the office, but she wasn’t prepared to stay and find out. She began to back away, doing her best to obscure her face from Bianca, her heart hammering away in her chest.

“Heya, red.” Bianca slipped an arm around Jinkx’s waist. “Is this asshole harassing you?”

“Shut up, B,” Sutan said. “Actually, I was just about to take my date and-” He glanced around for Violet, who was by now standing by one of the mannequins on the other side of the room. “Um…”

“Uh oh. Boy wonder got ditched?” Bianca joked.

“I knew she had good taste,” Jinkx replied, and both of them cackled gleefully.

“I’m glad you’re well, Jinkx,” Sutan said, sounding like he had to muster all of his strength to get out the sentence. “I’ll leave you to it.” He managed a smile, “Also, Bianca? Kiss my ass.”

Bianca laughed uproariously, raising her glass to him as he took his leave.

“Love you too, Tan!”

Sutan spotted Violet and took her hand, guiding her quickly to the far side of the room.

“What was that about?” inquired Violet as soon as they were at a safe distance away.

Sutan took a deep breath. “Jinkx and I used to be…” he groaned, wincing, before finishing, “...involved.”

“Seriously?” Violet couldn’t imagine Sutan and Jinkx together if her life depended on it; they seemed too different, like night and day.

“Yes. It didn’t end well, to say the least. But...that was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Okay,” Violet said simply. If there was one thing she understood, it was the desire to forget your past, and who was she to probe, when there was so much she’d never want to share herself.

***

“Are you comfortable, baby?”

Katya and Trixie were together in bed, both of them wearing their matching fluffy pajamas.

Trixie nodded, a smile on his face as he snuggled into Katya’s side. Trixie came home from his bar night with Pearl pretty drunk, so Katya had brushed his teeth and tucked him into bed.

“Good.” Katya smiled and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on Trixie’s forehead before she picked her book up. She had learned through countless nights in Trixie’s bed that there was nothing that put him to sleep easier than a book he found utterly boring.

“In 2008, a study from the University of Texas at Austin found that, ‘There are many inadequate high school facilities in Texas, and unfortunately many of these are found in areas of low socioeconomic status and high minority percentages.’ The researchers also determined that inadequate high school facilities and poor classroom conditions had a negative impact on students’ academic performance.”

Katya stopped her reading, completely horrified with what she had just read.

Trixie looked up at Katya, a sad look on his face.

“Keep reading baby… Keep reading.”

Katya smiled a little.

“The researchers found that high school students perform better on tests if the classroom has a view of a green landscape, rather than a windowless room, or a room with a view of another building or a parking lot.”

“You’re my green landscape, baby.”

Katya leaned down and kissed Trixie’s little bald spot. “You’re my green landscape too, baby.”

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #lesbian au #fashion au #pearlet #vitan #trixya #violet chachki #katya zamolodchikova #pearl liaison #miss fame #raja gemini #jinkx monsoon #bianca del rio #trixie mattel

[twi-sight2020]

Do People Really Do This?

So, after Edward offers to take Bella to Seattle, she’s all in her own little word and ends up late for class, Mike doesn’t sit with her in class, but he does meet her-along with Eric- after and blabs on forever about the trip to the Beach, nothing new until lunch when Edward motions for Bella to sit with him, which pretty much shocks the universe.

”As long as I’m going to hell I might as well do it thoroughly.”

Oh Edward, my drama queen.He continues with this for a while, telling her that he’s tired of staying away from her, giving up on it, etc. She ask if they are friends, he says he’s not a good friend and he’s waiting for her to figure that out and leave....this conversation will be had a few hundred more times during these books but it is interesting to see how earnestly he tried to persuade her to leave him...even when she had no clue what was going on.

He ask if she has anymore theories on what he is...she mentally thinks how she has gone back and forth between “Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker” and  , well in 2020 all i can see is RPatz Batman and I laugh for days.

Edward comments on how frustrating it is not to know what she is thinking, and Bella, Bless her, has another moment of being pretty damn great, being snarky af and commenting on how she “can’t imagine “ how frustrating someone being cryptic could be. He calls her out for having a temper and she-rightly- says it’s just about disliking double standards. Again, Bella is a hell of a lot smarter, snarkier, and more interesting than many give her credit for. 

Unfortunately, she also then has the “My stomach was full-of butterflies” line and I have to sigh because, I think we can all admit, that line was a bit cheesy. Like...Gouda levels. 

However, she does somewhat redeem herself by asking Edward to, you know, not be a dick, and warn her next time he plans on pushing her away.  Which, yea, it’s only fair. Because, it’s pretty damn shitty to just keep ditching her, regardless of how he

thinks

it’s for the right reasons. Edward agrees , but then wants her to tell him one of her theories, to which she suggest the radio active spider. He laughs a bit before the ‘What if I’m not the Hero, I’m the bad guy” line which...I actually really like.

I also like how she has the moment of realizing he is dangerous and that he has, indeed, tried to warn her, before she points out that he’s still not bad. Edward disagrees( because he gives Angel a run for his money in terms of vampire guilt trips, but Bella refuses to believe that.

Edward then says he’s skipping class for the day, but Bella is like , “Yea, no, I’m going, I’m way too chicken to skip.” Which, yea, same Bella, same.  Like, if I was going to skip class, I just skipped the whole day. Anyway, she gets to class and they are doing...blood typing.

Ok, honest question, did anyone actually do blood typing  in their High School Biology? I was in Honors Bio and we never did anything like this, and none of my friends in the regular classes ever mentioned this. Nor was this done in my Anatomy class or even Forensic Science. Like, I’m pretty sure my school would have been sued if they had students do activities where they had in injure themselves or deal with blood.

Bella gets faint at the sight of blood which, amuses the hell out of me. I have a friend like this who pretty much faints anytime she has to have blood works and yea, I laugh. #Badfriend. 

Mike offers to take her to the nurse and on the way there Bella...lays down...on the sidewalk. I...really have no words for the because she didn’t actually pass out...she just fetl faint and...LAID ON THE SIDEWALK. Like, who does this?  She’s more of a drama queen than Edward.

Edward see Bella and thinks she’s hurt which, who wouldn’t? SHE’S LAYING ON THE DAMN SIDEWALK. he ask if she can her him and she says “

No, go away.”

Which is pretty damn funny. Edward picks her up to take her to the nurse and she feels embarrassed , more so than LAYING ON THE DAMN SIDEWALK???  Edward walks off and leaves Mike, and then teases Bella about her blood phobia.

They get to the nurses office and in a moment Mike brings in another kid who fainted, Bella leaves because she says she can “smell the blood” Edwards says humans can’t, but Bella insist it’s the smell that makes her sick and Edward seems very intrigued. I, also am, tbh? Like we have this set up of Bella being able to smell blood, Edward can’t read her mind, it almost feels like there is something....unique about her but then...well, we’ll get into more of these things that kinda popped up in this book and seemed like it was leading somewhere and then it didn’t. 

Mike glares at Edward and is all “you like better” at Bella, being a lil jealous shit. Then he reminds of of the beach trip she’s supposed to join in, making it clear Edward isn’t invited. Of course, Bella does ask him to go, but Edward is like “Let’s....not make Mike snap. “ HAHAHAHA

Edwards gets Bella out of gym and she plans on driving home, but  Edward is like “Yea, no, you were laying on a sidewalk, not a chance you can drive.” Well, he was a bit nicer than that but... you get the idea.

They bond over Clair de Lune  and how her mom likes classic music. Which leads to them discussing her mother.We don’t get alot of info about Renee during this series, in fact the most description we get is probably right here when Bella informs us Renee is:

Prettier than her

More out going and brave than her

Irresponsible

Slightly eccentric

an unpredictable cook

and Bella’s best friend.

Which, I don’t...see. Sorry Bella, but my mom is one of my Best friends, and I talk to her and about her all the time. Even in college when I was living away from her she was still on my mind alot. Bella says it hurts to talk about her, but even in her thoughts, her mother is often absent unless something DIRECTLY effects her mom.

Edward then randomly ask Bella her age and then says she doesn’t seem seventeen. She remarks that her mom said she was born 35 years old. They then go a little more into how Her mother married a younger man and how Bella is still supportive as long as her mother is happy.

Edward has a whole moment of “”Would she extend the same courtesy to you?No matter who your choice was?” HA, cute, like you plan on ever letting her mother know what you are. -eye roll- they make some jokes about “No one too scary’ and Bella admits that she thinks he could be scary if he wanted to be.  She ask about his family and all we get are. His parents died so long ago he barely remembers them, and he loves Esme and Carlise.” Then she ask about his siblings and he says this “My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter...” And like....they made it a point in the book to say that the “official story” was that Jasper and Rosalie were twins  but ....were Edward, Emmett, and Alice supposed to be biological siblings? At least according to the town? Because otherwise wouldn’t he have called them all his siblings? 

Edward then tells Bella he and Emmett are going hiking this weekend, skipping school tomorrow. I know I’ve said this before, but HOW THE HELL DO THE CULLENS GET AWAY WITH SKIPPING SCHOOL THIS MUCH? Do they not have a truancy board in Forks???Or, was this something where Meyer livid that she just assumed all other schools allowed? I NEED TO KNOW DAMMIT? Edward then makes Bella promise not to get hurt while he’s gone and she gets pissy and slams the door on him, making this lil shit smirk as he drives off. Again, I know Bella is supposed to be accident prone and all, but ....it also kind feels like her luck is... well, they mention at some points how it was almost like her “number was up” and ...always struck me as a plot that went no where, but we’ll get more into that in the next few chapters. Until then,  Stay Safe

#twilight #twilight reread 2020 #edward cullen #Bella Swan #stephanie meyer #twilight reread

[inocent-as-a-rose]

That girl who knows more about your car than you || D.S.

Warning: cursing

Summary: inspired by the trust fund baby music video

Daniel p.o.v

Without caring about my homework I grab my backpack from the kitchen table and run to my car, I am already late so I'd better rush. My alarm didn't go of so I overslept and I still have my toothbrush in my mouth. I have about 3 missed calls from Jonah who I needed to pick up on my way to school.

I quickly start my car and drive towards Jonah. While driving I brush my teeth and turn up the radio. After i'm done brushing my teeth I call Jonah "Daniel, bro, where are you, I've called you like 20 times?" He yells. "Chill, bro, I overslept, everything's fine I'm almost here!" Before he can yell anything I end the call.

I pull over to where Jonah is waiting for me and he throws his bag in the trunk. He quickly gives me a handshake and hops in the seat next to mine.

I drive to school, fast, but never tóó fast. When suddenly we drive over a bump. "Shit" I sigh. "What happend?" Jonah asks. "We have a puncture"

(Y/n) p.o.v

My sister Ally and I walk down the stairs of the little path wich ends in the nearest big road. We quickly hug and she walks away towards her friends car. "Stay safe" I yell after her. "Fuck you" she yells back as she salutes me with her middle finger.

I sit down on the steps of the stairs with my phone in my hand calling my friends who were going to pick me up 10 minutes ago.

"Ay, where are you?" I ask my friend Jamie "Oh, (y/n), we're skipping school today, I'm sorry, we forgot to tell you, you coming?" I sigh "sure, where you at?" "At the moment? The skatepark" "great, who else is there?"

I suddenly jump up because i nearly get hit by a car that slips of the road. "I gotta go, see you in 10" I yell to Jamie and I end the call.

Two guys get out of the car and one immediately runs over to me. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He practically yells. "Yes, I'm alive, thank you" I laugh "oh, okay" he smiles.

Damn, that smile, he's really cute.

"Yo, loverboy, come here and help me fix your piece of crap car" the other guy yells and I laugh.

He blushes and quickly runs back and helps his friend look at his car. The tire is definitely leak. I look at them trying to fix the car but they seem a little lost.

Fortunately for them my father has a garage and I know how to fix their tire.

I walk over to the boys and get on my knees next to the tire that had to be replaced.

"Do you have a spare tire?" "What" the cute boy asks "do you have a spare tire?" I ask again. "Oh", he says blushing,"yeah sure" he walks over to the trunk and starts looking for a tire.

The other guy comes over to me and gives me and he hands me the jack and I start raising it so it supports the car.

The boy looks at me like I'm ghost and asks:"Do you need help?" Unless you actually know what your doing, no" I laugh "oh, okay" he says and backs of a little

"Uhh, you, cute guy with the blue eyes" I ask hoping he will know i'm talking about him "me?" The guy asks while rolling the tire towards me

"Yes, what's your name?" I ask laughing "Daniel" he smirks "(y/n)" I answer, "do you have a wrench?" "Uh, I guess we do?"

"aren't they in the trunk with the tire usually?" The other guy asks "yes, it should be" i laugh looking at the guy

"I'm Jonah" he says as I smile "found it" we suddenly hear Daniel yell with his head still in the trunk.

He walks over to me and hands me the wrench. "Thaaank you" I say while I start removing the nuts (yes they're called nuts, I googled it)

I pull of the old tire and hand it to Jonah "it's not mine, it's yours, do whatever you want to do with it, just please don't randomly throw it somewhere" I say to get rid of the thing

"Daniel?" "Yes?" "Can you help to put on the new tire?" I ask him "Sure" he says as he sits next to me on the ground

We replace the old tire with a new one and start putting the nuts back on. "So you just put them in these thingys and then you twist them to the left, no, right, no just, your side" I try to explain but we both start laughing

"Jep, I'm done" Daniel says and he turns so he can look at me. I start twisting the last nut into his place

"Thank you, for helping us, I mean, we'd probably still sit here with that old tire if it wasn't for you" "oh, no problemo, i'm used to it, my father has a garage" I giggle "no, really, do you, maybe, need a ride somewhere, I mean, it's the least we can do?" He asks

"Well, yes, actually, my friends just bailed on me so could you drive me to school?"

"Uh, yeah, sure"

Daniel p.o.v

"Jonah, you're gonna sit in the backseat of my car and you're not gonna say a word while we drive and you're gonna do that with much pleasure, because i somehow got this girl a ride to school" i whisper yell as I walk over to Jonah

"Oehh, Daniel, how did you fix a girl to get a ride with you?" Jonah laughs. I look at him with a face that's both mad and annoyed "ow, chill, bro, I'm just messing with you" he defends himself

"Daniel?" We hear (y/n) yell

"Go get it bro!" Jonah yells and I smirk as I walk of to (y/n).

(Y/n) p.o.v

I start lowering the car again as Daniel walks over to Jonah. I pull the jack from under the car and I stand up "Daniel?!" I yell and I see him walking towards me.

"Here's the jack" I say as I hand it over to him, "great, go get in he car" he smirks

I take my backpack wich I somehow dropped to the ground when we started removing the old tire and I go sit in the passenger seat.

Jonah was already sitting in the backseat when Daniel sat down and started the car.

We sit in the car in silence at first. I look outside the window and hum slightly to the music that's playing. I can hear Jonah singing to the song and Daniel just smiles whenever I look at him.

We quickly pull over when we're at the school and we get out of the car. "We can't thank you enough (y/n), but we need to go now" Jonah says while he takes his bag out of the trunk.

Daniel looks a bit disappointed but says "I guess i'll see you around then?" "Yeah" I say sadly "Jonah pushes Daniel's shoulder "common bro" Daniel looks around at me and then walks down the hall.

I look at him and Jonah for the last time and I then quickly run up the stairs.

The whole day went by slowly, i kept on unconsciously searching for Daniels face in the crowds. I've seen him walk around with Jonah and some other guys a couple of times.

I suddenly remember I didn't tell Jamie I did go to school today so I decided to call her.

"YO, (Y/N) , WHERE TO FUCK ARE YOU??" She yells "Chill, jamie, I'm in school"

"What, why" she asks "Some cute guy needed help with his car and he offered me a ride" I say really glad she can't see me blush.

"Wauw, way to go (y/n)" she smirks "anyway, I'll see you in 10" I tell her "see ya!"

I remeber that I don't have a car and I start walking, fortunately the skate park isn't that far.

After about a 10 minute walk I see Jamie and my other friend Allissa sitting on the edge of one of the ramps. Allissa is taking pictures of Jamie on her skateboard.

I climb up the ramp and sit next to Allissa "Hey, Allissa, how do you get here so fast, school ended like 20 minutes ago and I walked?" "The bus?" "Wait really, I tought he didn't drive today?" "He did" I sigh thinking I walked for nothing.

"Sooo," Jamie says,"tell us about the cute guy" I blush and say "well, I was waiting for you, but you didn't come and his car had a flat tire, and I helped him and his friend to replace the tire"

"oehh, what did he look like" Allissa asks "Well, he was cute, he had brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and, he's sitting right there?" I say, but it sounds more like a question

"Where" they scream in unison so loud it makes Daniel look over to us. At first he didn't see me, but then he saw me and smiled. I smiled back and waited for him to stop looking.

"There" I whisper and I subtly point to him. "He really is cute" Jamie says surprised "why so surprised?" I ask "(y/n), sweetie, no offence, but your taste sucks"

"Obvioisly," I laugh, "because you're, looking at the wrong guy" "then who are you talking about?" She asks me while laughing "I'm talking about the guy with the hamburger" I'm still laughing "ow, then I'm also looking at the wrong guy" Allissa says.

At this point the tree of us have the giggles and turns out they were both looking at Jonah.

"Adios muchachos" Jamie laughs as she takes her skateboard and starts doing some tricks.

"What's up with her?" I ask "I've never seen her skate so good" "there's a cute guy she wants to impress" Allissa smirks

"Ahh" I smirk as well

After half an hour Allissa left to take care of her pictures and Jamie was talking to the skate guy with the curls so I just sat there looking at the people.

Suddenly I felt a body sitting next to me

"Hey" the person says. I look up to meet Daniel. "How, you were just there, and now your here?" I ask "magic" he smirks.

"My friends kinda pushed me to come here 'cause, I kinda wanted to ask your number but, we were already late and..."

"It's okay" I smile, "give me your phone" I pick out my own phone as well and type my number in his contacts. I putt name as "that kid who knows more about your car than you😘" and hand his phone back to him.

"Yo Dani, you coming bro?" I hear one of the guys yell. "Yeah, I'm coming!" Daniel yells back. "Just, text me when you get home" I smile

"Okay, bye (Y/N/N)" he smirks

"Bye Dani" I smirk back.

Part 2?

#why don't we smut #why dont we corbyn #why don't we imagine #why don't we #why don't we imagines #daniel seavey wdw #daniel seavey imagine #daniel seavey x reader #daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #corbyn besson x reader #corbyn besson imagine #corbyn besson #wdw corbyn #jonah marais x reader #jonah marais imagine #jonah marais #zach herron x reader #zach herron imagine #zach herron #jack avery x reader #jack avery imagine #jack avery #wdw #wdw imagine

[polygamyff]

30. Part 4

I am feeling it right now, I just feel the nerves hitting me. My dad is so cool about everything but I don’t know how he does it, he is used to doing such things and has opened many of hotels, this is my first so I am scared that something will go wrong. I have been side tracked since Robyn came around in my life, I haven’t been here as much as I wanted to be “you look so nervous, don’t be. I know it’s a lot but you have been working towards this for years” Ally said to me while her head is in her Macbook, she has been busy “it’s been a long time coming but I have so much to contend with. I ain’t slept, I lied to Robyn and said I did but I couldn’t. Bryan done put make up on me, can you notice?” Ally looked up from her laptop “no, where? I mean your freckles are there” that is what I wanted to hear “that is good, I am just on adrenaline right now, it’s just a lot Ally. Fuck me, there is people out there ready to judge me so I need it go perfect, how is things?” looking down at my watch “fine, did you read your speech? I mean I did send it you” I paused thinking “you what?” I slapped my forehead “I didn’t I am going to do just fine, I am sure of it” feeling a hand on my arm “my baby boy, look at you. Maurice, I am so happy for you. Your dad has done nothing but be strict with you” hugging my mom back “you think? He has been hard on me but for the right reasons, I am glad you are here mom” pressing a kiss to the top of her head “same, I just want the best for you. I always worry about you, you think I don’t but I do. I barely see you” placing my arm around my mom “you know me, I am busy but I am always here for you mom and you know this, don’t think I ain’t. Just I got my life in Cali now I guess” I know that she does miss me a lot “how is she?” looking down at my mom “who?” I questioned “my grand baby that I know is here” letting out an oh “she is ok, she will be there” seeing my dad wave me over “can I see her?” moving away from my mom “I don’t know, I hope so. I need to go and see to dad.”

Ally followed behind me as I made my way to my dad “what’s up?” my dad placed his hand on my back “you need to take pictures son with the Saudi prince and his family, come” I be so lost “we will be leaving soon yes?” we will be late “yes we will be leaving” grabbing my suit jacket from Ally, luckily she got it for me. I swear she was on her laptop and then comes out with my jacket out of nowhere “Maurice, I got your daughter a gift from me. From my family to yours” the photographer is here, I better fix my jacket “you didn’t need too” shaking his hand after put my suit jacket on, he has his hand out to me “look there my friend” the Saudi prince said, looking at the camera and smiling. He waved over someone, letting his hand go “this is real gold” he opened the box “for your daughter, Reign in Arabic. Your daughter is always welcome here” I be thinking what this guy wants from me “thank you, I appreciate it. Thank you” smiling over at his wife “thank you” bowing my head to her “you bought things for my kids, I remember. Come, we take pictures in my home” closing the box, this was nice of him to do.

I have never seen so many Rolls Royce, I am sure there is thirty altogether, I am shocked to see but there is a lot of us and there is two spaces in the back each. Times like this I kind of wish Robyn was with me, that she was sat with me in the back but I guess I am stuck with my sister but it is better than being alone “this is just crazy, did we take every Rolls Royce in Dubai?” Nalah came up from behind me “probably, I didn’t get to ask how did you like the Prince’ home? It’s different ain’t it?” I chuckled “very, it’s so clean though and I mean I felt like they watch your every move and also no drinking. How the hell else do I get through my day but all is well, I am mentally here” Nalah is so dramatic, she is nervous because I will be coming at her about this shit if it falls through “I have informed Jay to start making them leave, so you both should arrive at the same time” Ally said, nodding my head breathing “look at my phone” Nalah grabbed my arm, looking at Nalah’ phone as she took the picture of us “my baby brother” she said a loud as she typed in “this is us” the Rolls Royce are coming around and one by one we are getting into the cars, these door automatically open too, that is crazy. Getting into the car and shuffled along, pulling my pants down a little as I got comfy in the car. I am stressed as fuck “has Naomi arrived? You should know” I asked “she is here, mom spoke to her. She said that Robyn is here and I don’t want trouble on my son’ day, Naomi asked if Robyn will be walking the red carpet and mom said yes. From what I know, her family will arrive first but you know her, she will purposely wait until you come” I can imagine so “mom sticking up for Robyn huh?” I laughed “she wants to see Reign, dad told her to leave it” my mom will end up going up to Robyn, I got a feeling.

My mom is fussing, she is acting like I can’t carry Reign when I can but then again my tits will probably fall out but Adam has put tit tape down, it won’t move. I honestly feel like I am going to be escorted out of this event, I mean what the fuck are they going to think of me. Placing the pacifier in my mouth as I picked up Reign, resting Reign on my arm and using my free hand to pull the pacifier out of my mouth and place it in hers “my beautiful princess” placing her over my shoulder, turning around slowly as I placed my hand behind her head. She always tries to move her head back now, looking to the side of me smiling, like now. She is wanting to look at me “hey baby, you want to see mommy yeah” Reign’ smile grew and her pacifier spat out and fell onto the floor “another one on the floor” pressing kisses to her cheek “we need to go now, like now. People, come on” Jay came in clapping his hands “I ain’t being disrespectful Robyn, and you can tell Maurice this but if you was my baby mother I would be on my knees, you are so beautiful” I chuckled shaking my head “I mean who the hell wouldn’t want to come home to this!” Jay is doing too much “I am telling Maurice this” Reign’ little hand placed onto my chest, she means so much to me. Just her little touch to my skin, to think she was in my stomach at one point “I think that she doesn’t listen to me, and men are going to stare!” here my dad goes “Thomas, stop!” here they both go “I think he jealous that both his wife and daughter are beautiful, and Terry you don’t look your age, you can still get it” my eyes bulged out “you what!” my dad spat, my mom put her hand on his shoulder “stop, let’s just go” Jay about to get beat up real soon.

He got us Rolls Royce’s, he is so damn flashy “Robyn Willis” the drive came over to me “uh, yes” I said in a whisper, Leon and I just stared at each other “please follow me” looking behind me “shall I take Reign?” I can’t forget my daughter “Robyn, listen to me. You go and have fun, me and your father will be here with her. If she gets really upset then we will say, you go. We will be behind you” Lenny looked at me “ok, I will be with your parents and Reign because I can’t leave Reign, Jay will be with you. Maurice wanted Reign and Robyn safe, I ain’t taking no chances so we splitting it” Lenny is really not playing any games “oh ok, he really said that?” Lenny nodded his head “you both mean so much to him, he’s made that clear of course. Let’s go now, we are supposed to meet at the some point but I think we are late” nodding my head, looking at Reign and my parents before I went “stay close though ok?” I want my daughter close “we will, have fun baby” I giggled as I walked off “let’s go beautiful” Leon held out my clutch “stop it, let me not ruin my high bun by getting in this car” also I don’t want my tits out and my ass showing.

I randomly shrieked out “what bitch?” Leon said, placing my hand up “I am so sorry, I just got nervous randomly. I needed to let it out, talk to me quick” I think I am going to have a panic attack “erm, what the hell erm. So you will be soon seeing Maurice, and friend. Look what I bought you” looking over at Leon “my engagement ring!” I spat “yes, I saw it on your bed and I know you have been rushing around. I want people to know how secure you are and I think you forgot” placing my hand over my mouth “I did forget, thank you so much Leon. What would I do without you!? My beautiful friend” pressing a kiss to his cheek “well girl, you’re a mess without me. Just put it on your finger, don’t leave such things laying around either” placing my ring back on “it’s not that, so when I was deciding on what to wear, Maurice rang and my mind got side tracked. Thank you!” such a life saver “we are close, can you hear the commotion? Also we are on the private road now. Lord knows I am hated and I am going to be there” this is a lot “and bitch, you listen to me. You are riding his dick, you got that queen status. Bitch, you are Sarabi right now. You are walking through all them haters, no matter what. You both love each other and he wants you there. Who cares for the rest” Leon is right, Maurice wants me there and he has asked for me to be there.

There is so many luxury cars here and I feel we are very much at the back “Maurice’ hotel is beautiful. Have you seen it, those spot lights make it look so dramatic. Are you going to be stood with him through it all!?” Leon asked, his face is pressed against the window “I am not sure Leon, I need to see him first. I think we are a little late too” Leon moved his face away from the window “oh shit, you think you missed his moment?” I shrugged “I am not sure because he text me saying his phone will be with Ally, I wasn’t happy but he said he doesn’t have the time and she can keep an eye on it but if I need him she will get him straight away so what can I say but I hope I haven’t” we are rather caught up in traffic, seeing Jay run by the car, he was in another car behind us “and where is he going? Ok this is a mess” I think I would like to miss the carpet so this is a good thing to me “that is sad on him if you have missed it you know, he wanted you there and you knew that, how the hell can we be that late?” Leon is right, I kind of feel bad now.

I am not sure if it was timed like this but to see Noami I felt a type of way about it, looking down at her hand and she has her ring on. It’s like everything felt in slow motion, hearing these people talking to me and mine and Noami’ eyes met. She is making it worse for me, and she knows it. I am actually being nice to her, I have been letting her off and she is doing this to me. Hakim came into my eye-view and he is so smug, but why. On my day, this is my day and they shouldn’t be on this carpet right now. My face softened as I see Malik next to Hakim, this can’t be. Looking around me and I had to double take as Kellen and Tiffany walked by me, my eyes never left his as they both walked along “Maurice, hey! Look at me!” Nalah spat “no” Shawn gripped my arm “no, you leave it” I want to kill him “I know” my dad said “I know, you don’t say anything, I know. You do what you need to do, it’s all for show now son. You walk now” my dad walked off “Maurice, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it, seriously” rubbing my face “where is she!?” glaring over at Jay “down there, I came running over. We are stuck in the damn traffic” looking down the rows of cars “Maurice you need to walk, this is your time” Lorraine said, licking my top lip “I will sort it, go!” Nalah spat, I don’t even want to walk this thing anymore “this is you Maurice, you can do it bro. You got this, let them hate. Come on!” Shawn patted my back.

Ally smiled at me “go on” I guess I am doing this alone, this gives me bad vibes every time, I just remember it all from my childhood with my dad and I hated it. My dad looks so proud, turning around to the cameras. I have had so many sponsors for this, I have linked many businesses to this hotel so it is a big thing. Looking to the side of me as the Saudi prince walked over to me, the shouting is just giving me a headache already “my friend” he shook my hand and then we posed for pictures, smiling wide as the pictures were taken. I never know what cameras to look at “come!” the Saudi prince shouted, he is shouting my dad over “proud of you son!” my dad really just kissed my cheek, shaking my head laughing “really?” he is a little too excited, biting my bottom lip looking at the cameras. Squinting my eyes from the flashing, I had to look twice. Seeing my sister waving her arms around, my face softened and I felt my heart nose dive, like I felt my heart just beat out of my chest, Robyn is here. Watching her decline Nalah from making her go, moving away from both my dad and the prince. She looks so beautiful, like no other shit matters right now. I would run to her but I don’t want to be too dramatic “Robyn!” placing both of my hands at the side of her face “you came so quick?” I am so happy to see her “I did, I came rushing. I power walked here, Nalah told me. You are upset” shaking my head as I closed my eyes “I’m good, you’re here” opening my eyes, I thought she wouldn’t come to this part and she would shy away from me and leave me with the mess. Robyn placed her hand over mine “they wanted me to go there to you, I got a little scared. You’re making me sad, what is it?” moving my hands away from her face “just you being here, you look so beautiful. I rather you go back now, nobody should see such beauty” Nalah touched my arm “you need to get on with it” I am just so happy, I am so happy she is here.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[zaynmirrors]

Hardware: Bucky Barnes AU

A/N: so this didn’t go the way I planned but hey it’s fine, I finally got it up though. If you want a part two or any other type of request they’re open so send me a message! Enjoy!

Pairing: Norm!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Norm!Steve And Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, almost passing out? I don't know

I turned the dial on my combination lock, pulling down as I heard the click of the final tumbler opening. Opening my locker I pulled out my vest and slipped it on, but before I left the break room I bought water from the vending machine.

“Hey Y/N, how'd it go with that guy?” Wanda asked as soon as she caught a glimpse of me. I shook my head and she frowned. “You know my offer still stands”

I chuckled slightly remembering her offer to try and set me up with someone at work. “Yeah, Thanks Wanda” I gave her a small smile.

“Hey, Y/N you’re out in Garden,” Nat said coming by, I nod and start the trek out to the sweltering heat that is the garden center.

As I rounded the corner to the registers, I landed eyes on the well-built body that was standing next to the drink machine talking to Steve.

Steve caught my presence first. “Hey, Y/N” this caught Bucky's attention causing him to turn to my direction. I gave them a small smile and a wave.

“What’d you do to get sent out here” Steve joked causing me to chuckle and I stop in front of the register and log in.

“I guess I was late too many times” I joked back leaning against the counter beside the register. Steve let out a hearty laugh as Bucky chuckles.

The day goes on people come through my line, I joke around with a coworker until a customer needs assistance lifting some stones into the back of their truck. I dial into the intercom and say “code 50 to garden registers”, praying that its Bucky.

Soon enough here came Bucky round the corner. “What’d you need?” He asked looking at me expectantly. I explained the situation and he went to work. He hopped into the back of the cab, causing the truck to bounce slightly with the weight. The customer began to hand him the stones and I watched, in a trance.

His muscles glistened with sweat as he worked under the unforgiving sun. He pushed the long pieces of hair behind his ear and looked up into the sky taking a break for a split second, “You’re drooling” I jumped and looked for the voice, finding steve standing there with a smirk.

“Shit Steve”, I sighed “you gave me a heart attack” he laughs and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, placing it on my counter.

“You stare at me like that?” He asked leaning on the counter while opening the water as he watched his friend load the stones by himself, obvious to steve that bucky had it handled.

Steve loved to tease me about the small crush I had on the buff loader. I shake my head, cheeks burning bright crimson. He just laughed.

He pulled another water out of the fridge and handed it to me nodding at bucky, who had hopped off the back of the truck and was heading back towards us looking flawless even as he sweats.

“Here Bucky,” I said trying to be confident but it came out soft as I held out the water bottle to him. He gave a soft smile and took it before standing in front of the large fan they kept outside to keep everyone cool, pulling up his shirt slightly to let the mildly cool air blow on his sweat sheen toned abs.

It was hard to tear my eyes away from the sight but I managed. Steve gave you a sly thumbs up and a cheeky wink that made you roll your eyes. “Thanks for the water” Bucky called out as he began the walk to his designated area in the back along with Steve.

The hours dredged on, the heat was slowly getting to me as I stood there not even noticing that Bucky had surfaced until he spoke, “What's up?” Bucky asked laughing slightly as he saw the position I was in, head pressed against the palm of my hand.

Without looking up I mumbled “I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” he wasted no time in grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge and placing it on the counter. This caused me to look up at him confused by these actions.

He rummaged around in his pants pockets for a second before pulling out both his discount card and his debit card, “What are you doing?” I asked as he held out his employee card for me to scan.

“I’m buying you a drink” I tried to argue with him but he wasn’t having it, I finally had to just ring him up as he kept insisting but he didn’t stop there, he carefully helped me sit down on the cinder block behind the register.

Bucky examined the fan that had been pointed at me and turns it up as high as it would go. He bent down to pull the hair off the back of my neck as he yelled, “Hey Steve, can you call a head cashier and tell them to get me an ice pack?!”

“Sure thing!” I heard Steve yell back. I opened the Gatorade with a shaky hand, and took a few small sips before feeling a coldness on the back of my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Did you eat?” Steve asked from beside Bucky

I shook my head, completely ready to receive a lecture from Steve about the importance of properly eating but at this point, I didn’t care. Instead, to my surprise, I was handed a candy bar.

“Hey Y/N, Nat said you could leave early,” Wanda said, coming around the corner and taking in the sight before her. She was obviously sent out here to take over. I would have argued but I felt like shit and it was just fifteen minutes

“Can you stand?” Bucky asked, still holding the hair up off my neck. I sat for a moment

contemplating if I were stable enough to stand before leaning forward to stand, Bucky moving in sync with me.

Steve moved out of the way and said, “go ahead and walk with her” Bucky nodded and kept a hand on the small of my back gently guiding me inside as a precaution.

I was able to clock out and grab my things from my locker with the help from Bucky. “Are you sure you should drive?” He asked when the two of us reached my car.

I nodded, “yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t live far” but he still looked worried. So I finally mustered up the courage to say, “if you gave me your number I could text you that I got home Okay”. I felt my cheeks heat up, my heart was just about ready to jump out of my chest.

He thought for a moment before pulling out his phone and handing it to me calming the anxious beating of my heart. I quickly put in my number and sent a text to myself before handing the phone back before getting into my car, but leaving the door open.

“Now I expect a text” he said sternly but with a hint of playfulness as I turned to position myself in front of the steering wheel.

“You’ll get one,” I said with a small smile before closing the door, waving at Bucky and turning on your car. The ac blasted out scorching air before finally cooling off as I drove away in awe at myself.

-

I had made sure to pack a lunch today as well as some snacks in case I began to feel light-headed. I stood next to Wanda in front of the registers.

“What about” she paused for a moment, in thought and then continued, “Steve?” I looked at her and shake my head. “What why not!?”

“Because I like our friendship, I don’t want anything to ruin it,” I said, but I had to admit he was attractive but just not like Bucky.

“Hello ladies,” Bucky said coming up with a smile, a box that contained a ceiling fan inside slung onto his chiseled shoulder. A heat spread to my cheeks as he looked at me.

Wanda smiles and subtly wiggles her eyebrows, I stifled a laugh and just shook my head. “Hey Bucky, are you closing tonight?”, I asked hoping I had all afternoon to look at him.

“Sure am” he replied eyes moving up to meet mine, “I hope you’re feeling better.” he said with a small smile. I nodded at a loss for words, this crush would be the death of me. “I gotta get this back to receiving” he gestured to the fan, that had a faulty sticker on it,

He walked off, ending the conversation. I watched as he walked away, eyes zoned in on his ass, god it was such a nice ass. “Oh my god, you like him!” Wanda exclaims grabbing my attention, my cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

“Would you hush, he’ll hear you” I seeth through gritted teeth looking to see if he was somehow around.

“Why haven’t you told me?” She asks looking almost hurt, I sigh and look at her. She was already awaiting my answer.

I shrugged, not really sure why I hadn’t told her other than the fact that I wanted to keep my feelings private, well mostly private. Steve the little shit, was smart enough to figure it out himself and would constantly tease me about it but it was all in good fun.

“Have you asked him out to dinner?” she asked as she walked to her register with a customer in tow. I shook my head, there was no way he’d want to go out with me. “Well you should, I think you two would be cu- Do you have rewards card with us?” I chuckled to myself as she got interrupted.

I caught a glimpse of Bucky heading towards me and I put on a smile to mask my anxiousness. He gave me a smile as he leaned against my counter, “what's up?” I asked looking into his sea like eyes.

“I’m supposed to be doing my register training, is it cool if you train me?” He asked running a hand through his hair as if he was nervous.

I nodded, “Yeah that’s fine” I logged out and moved so he could take my place. He stared at the computer in confusion, hands out as if he wanted to log in but was unsure of how to do it. “It’s your genesis log in” I replied softly.

It clicked with him as he moved his hands typing in his username and password. I stood behind him, watching as he got his first customer and helping him through it. “You have a good day man” he said to the guy in front of him.

He turned to look at me and gave me a smile, to which I returned. “What time do you get lunch?” he asked randomly.

I didn’t think much of it as I replied with, “Soon”

He nodded and went to say something but a customer walked up ready to check out. I watched, leaning on the counter behind us. Nat came over and tapped my shoulder, I looked at her as she said, “Time for lunch” I wished Bucky luck before heading to the breakroom to take my lunch alone.

-

I had finished all the tasks in order to be able to leave for the night. I joined the rest of the cashiers at the service desk waiting on the manager Tony to let us out. Bucky rounded the corner to join the group of people, a small smile on his face when he sees me.

Once Nat gives us the okay, we log out and head over to the door where Tony stood waiting to let us out. I went out in line with Wanda talking about nonsense as we headed to our cars.

“Hey! Y/N wait up!” I turned around to see Bucky jogging towards us. I stopped and let him catch up, he caught his breath and pushed his hair back with a smile on his face. “Hey”

I laughed slightly “Hi Bucky”, and watched as Wanda walked on waving me off.

“Um, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while” He rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness, I nodded for him to continue, a smile plastered on my face. “Would you want to grab dinner?”

I was dumbstruck and at a loss for words, as I stumbled for the words Wanda shouts from somewhere behind me and says, “She would love to! She’s free right now!” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He waited patiently for me to actually answer to which I said, “Yeah I would, do you want to go to CookOut?”

“Yeah that's fine, we can take my car” he went over to the jeep that was parked somewhat close to my car and I followed. He opened the car door for me and helped me in. I was freaking out on the inside, after crushing on this guy for almost a year I was finally able to go on a date with him.

part 2

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[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Six

ROBYN

”What now” I groaned, putting out the blunt I was smoking to answer the door. I just poured my second glass of Moscato, and was about to get comfortable on the couch, but apparently I wasn't gonna get any peace today. After all this drama, I just wanted a moment and a blunt to myself. Before opening the door, I looked out the peep hole and was the least bit surprised when I realized who it was.

“What is it Dre?” I asked, cracking the door enough to see his face.

“If that mother fucker comes back, you need to get a restraining order on him!” he commanded, inviting himself in. I figured he'd be upset, but not enough to come back.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but don’t do that again. Why are you here?”

“To make sure you’re okay. He ain’t putting his hands on you is he?”

“No, he ain’t crazy. It really wasn't that serious, I'm fine.” I rolled my eyes before sparking the blunt back up. I took a long drag and blew a cloud in his direction, knowing how much he hated when I smoked. Maybe he'd take the hint and dismiss himself.

“Fuck that. It is that serious. You don’t see what he’s doing to your mental health, but I do. You stay high or drunk, trying to mask whatever hurt you won’t let go. Which obviously isn’t working. If you keep fucking with him you’re going to continue to go downhill. I promise you, if I see him over here again, I’m kicking his ass.”

"Woah, chill out Dr. Graham. You don’t even know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m not stupid Ana, I know he’s the reason you lost your shit last night.”

“It’s not what you think”

“Oh, it’s not what I think? Well enlighten me.”

“Aundre, I'm over it, so drop it. I don't want to talk about it” I stated, turning away from him. I left him by the door and went to the kitchen to refill my wineglass, but when I turned around, he was right on my tail.

"Alright, you don’t wanna talk about that so let's talk about how horny yo ass was last night." He retorted blocking me by the kitchen counter.

"I thought you said we didn't fuck"  

"We didn't, but that ain't stop you from getting yours"

"Sorry...Its been a while" I shrugged, after realizing what he meant.

"It didn't have to be"

"Aundre-”

“Tell me you would be mad if I laid you on this counter and stroked you from the back until I found our favorite sweet spot. You obviously miss it as much as I do.” he stated, closing the distance between us.

“I....I don’t want to ruin our friendship” I stammered, taking another long drag before putting my blunt back out. I turned around and attempted to maneuver around him, but he wasn’t letting me out that easily.

"We've already crossed lines that can't be undone. Just let me take care of you. I can show you how a man is supposed to love a woman.” he pleaded as he slid his right hand across my breast and began to pinch my nipple through the thin shirt I was wearing. That’s all it took for me to give in and stop resisting. His left hand began to creep up my thigh while his breathing tickled my spine, driving me crazy. It felt so good to be touched. He was almost inside my panties when someone else knocked on my door, scaring the shit out of me.

“Stop” I paused, hoping whoever it was would leave. Only they knocked again, even harder this time.

“It’s me, open up” Mel called out between knocks. I pulled away from Dre, pushed him towards the back of the house, and smoothed out my clothes before opening the door for her.

“Why you knocking like the damn police?”

“Bitch, I been blowing yo shit up since last night. I got off the plane half an hour ago and rushed over here because I was worried about you, and you lookin fresh out the salon!”

“Calm down. I broke my phone last night” I explained, breaking from her tight embrace.

“Well I called your house too”

“I just got her-”

“What’s up Mel” Dre interrupted, coming from the bathroom. “Or shall I sall Mrs. Coleman”

“Oh hey Dre. What ya’ll got up?” she asked, looking from him to me, then giving me the side eye.

“Nothing, just-”

“He was just leaving” I exclaimed, cutting Dre off before he said something to get her started.

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Call me if you need me to come back” he added, leaning in to kiss me. I turned, giving him my cheek and rushed him out the door, hoping Mel didn't notice.

“Uh, what was that?” she asked, the moment I’d closed the door.

“What?”

“Don’t bring him into this back and forth shit you got going on with Chris. You know what, we’ll get to that later, what I really want to know is what happened between you and Rayven?”

“I don’t know, I was drunk as fuck last night. Wait, how do you know about Rayven?”

“Out of all people, she called me crying and said you flipped out on her last night. She was in her room watching TV and you picked a fight with her about Chris. Next thing she knew, you were choking her.“

”She gotta be exaggerating. I don’t remember any of that shit. “

”Nah. You fucked her up, look at these pictures she sent me" she stated pulling out her phone.

“Damn” I grimaced when I saw the black eye, busted lip, and bruises on her face and neck. I refused to believe I did all that. Was I harboring that much hate for her? “There’s no way I would beat her ass unprovoked. She must’ve done or said something to get that type of reaction from me.”

“Honestly, I don’t care or even feel bad for her. I’m glad you finally gave her that ass whooping she needed” she admitted with a chuckle. “Just be grateful she didn’t call the police on you.”

“I’m grateful she’s gone. I’m tired of babysitting, hopefully she went home”

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on?” she asked, before setting her purse on the counter and lighting up the blunt that was in the ashtray. We smoked while I filled her in on the drama from the past twenty-four hours, none of it was surprising to her.

“How many times will it take him stepping on your heart for you to realize he ain’t shit?” she quizzed, referring to Chris. “Not only that, but you’re gonna fuck around and get Dre’s ass beat by Chris. I love Dre and all, but Chris is kinda psycho. I’ve seen him mad before.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen both of em pissed, and that’s not a fight I want to witness. Anyway, it wont get that far, because I’m over this shit. I’m done with the back and forth and Chris can burn in hell for how he treated me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all-”

“I’m serious Mel. He’s gonna pay for it too, imma make sure of that.”

“What you mean”

“I have Shontae’s contact info. I’m telling her everything”

“What’s everything?”

“Everything he’s done to me, she deserves to know, and I know Chris ain’t told her shit”

“Well, what you going to do if she already knows? He’s supposed to be this changed man, so he probably already told her”

“Yeah right, Chris ain’t told her shit.”

“You don’t know that. I know you’re hurt sis, but I think this is a bad idea. You should let it go and let him go. Having that much hostility towards him just means your not over him, that’s why I mean it when I say don’t bring Dre back into your drama. He was heartbroken when you dropped him a while back, he finally stopped asking me about you like a month ago.”

“Well excuse me, I didn’t know you and Dre were tight like that”

“No, Dre and J are tight like that. I’m surprised he’s sticking up for you after you used him like a boy toy then tossed him to the side. Those were his words, by the way.”

“He said that?” I frowned with irritation. “See that’s why I can’t stand men. They’re never satisfied and always in their feelings.”

“Not all men, but you should definitely leave those two alone. Stop running in circles and meet someone new.”

“I’m not worried about no man. After dealing with all this shit, I’d rather be single.”

“I’m telling you, all you need is a good cuddy buddy or two. Have fun and stop taking shit so serious. You will be so much happier.” she advised, checking her watch for the umpteenth time. “I caught an earlier flight when I couldn't get in touch with you last night, so J doesn't know I'm back yet. If I’m going to surprise him, I have to beat him home from work.”

“Ok, thanks for coming to check on me” I added, walking her to the door.

“Of course, and I mean it when I say don’t bother that girl. That’s asking for bad news.”

“I’ll think about it, but I’m not making any promises I can’t keep” I shrugged.

“Well think hard, because I don’t want to hear shit else that’s Chris related” she ordered, before hugging me goodbye.

I watched her get in the car and drive off, while her advice echoed in my mind. Maybe she had a point with this cuddy buddy thing. Dre left my hormones in shambles, and the fact that I'm already in a dry spell only intensified it. I needed someone to release all this excitement on.

Just when I was about to go inside, a moving truck pulled up in front of my neighbor’s yard. Four men jumped out and began unloading boxes and furniture, so I decided to stay on the porch and be nosy for awhile.

My block was pretty quiet and full of older people, so I was glad to be getting new neighbors. The last guy was an old perve and my other next door neighbor is an old cat lady. Hopefully the new neighbor would be a closer to my age.

I watched the movers work hard and fast, but the boxes were never ending. They were all drenched in sweat in no time, but the one doing most of the work seemed to be really enjoying himself. He must’ve had headphones in, because he would randomly belt out in song while busting a dance move.

I was laughing hard as hell at his lack of rhythm when he finally realized I was watching. He smiled showing his pearly whites and nodded at me, so I returned a friendly wave.

He began walking in my direction, and I could make out his face a little better. He was cute enough for a hit and quit to help me get over this dry spell. Plus, he was my neighbor's mover, it's not like I'd ever see him again.

The closer he became, the more I set my mind a quick fuck. He didn't even know what he was walking into, and by the way he licked his lips, I knew he didn't stand a chance against my hidden agenda.

CHRIS

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” I muttered at Diamond as she bit at my toes, trying to wake me. Last night was the Day of the Dead event for the gallery and I didn’t get in until early this morning. I was so tired, I crashed on the first couch I stumbled across.

I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes when Diamond started barking, so I got up to let her impatient ass out. When I opened the door, Ryan was standing there about to knock, but was practically ran over by Diamond instead.

“My bad, she’s really got to go. What are you doing here?” I asked, letting her in. We hadn’t kicked it since she started hanging with Anthony. She had to know he wasn’t staying here anymore.

“It’s about Anthony”

“Oh, he came to get the rest of his shit a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know where he’s staying now”

“He’s at my place. I told him he could stay for a few days, but it didn’t even take him that long to hop in Kiki’s bed. Now she’s dickmatized and I can’t get him to leave.”

“Wow, he’s fuckin your roommate?” I asked surprised. He was just talking about how much he missed Ryan, so I didn't see that one coming.

“Yeah, I should’ve known he would do this. I feel so stupid for falling for his cunning ass. I thought he would at least have an ounce of respect for me, but I was fooling myself.”

“Talk to your girl, she’s probably your best bet at getting him to leave”

“I tried that already. She’s the one who convinced him to stay. I hate her for fucking with him, but I hate myself even more. I guess that's my karma, I shouldn’t have done the same thing to you. I’m sorry.” she mumbled, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about it" 

“It’s just… Don’t you miss our talks?“ she asked, sliding her hand down my arm and resting it on mine. I quickly pulled away, putting some distance between us so there would be no confusion. I wasn’t even remotely interested in her.

“I’m not tripping on that. It’s not like we wer-”

“I know, but still. It was wrong and now I’m paying for it. You would’ve never slept with a friend of mine. I should’ve just stuck with you” she blurted. Her eyes widened as she searched for my reaction to her confession, but truth is, it didn’t faze me.

“I can’t even pretend to be interested in someone who’s been with one of my boys. Like I said before, I’m not tripping. How do you expect me to get Anthony to leave your place?” I asked, cutting to the chase.

“I don’t know, threaten to kick his ass. He listens to you." 

"I hate to break it to you like this, but I have a girl now, I can’t get involved in y'all’s shit.”

“Oh” she frowned as I opened the door and whistled for Diamond. Usually she’d come running in within seconds, but this time she didn’t. I went out and called her several times and still nothing.

“Want me to drive around the block and see if I can find her?” Ryan offered, before she took off and I gladly accepted.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll stay here and keep calling her. She’s never done this before, hopefully she’ll come back” I explained, before continuing my search down the sidewalk.

Ryan drove through the neighborhood, while I walked up and down my block for an hour, but Diamond was nowhere to be found.

“I should’ve kept my eyes on her” I muttered after explaining to Tae that Diamond was gone.

“Don’t beat yourself up, maybe she just wanted to do some exploring. Put her bowl outside, she might come home eventually.” She suggested.

As soon as we hung up, I took her advice, but after a couple of weeks a raccoon found the food instead. I didn’t realize how attached I’d gotten to Diamond, but since she disappeared I noticed how lonely and depressing my life was. 

I’d rush home after work, in case she was waiting for me. It was pitiful, but it’s not like I had anywhere else to be. Trey was in full blown honeymoon phase, so it’s not like I could blame him for wanting to be up under his wife 24/7. I made the crazy move of being committed to a long-distance relationship, so it’s not like date night was in the question.

Shante worked so much, that we only talked late at night. On top of that, she was always tired, so our talks seemed to get shorter with each phone call. I couldn’t help but to question whether this long-distance shit was worth losing another chance with Robyn. All I had to do was break it off with Tae and Robyn and I could’ve picked up where we left off. Only this time, I’d do everything right.

I’d been lying on the sofa for at least a half hour, lost in thought about the what ifs, when my phone interrupted my thoughts. Guilt rushed over me when Tae’s name popped up on the screen.

“Hey babe” I answered after sitting up and clearing my throat.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” I asked, wondering how she knew something was off.

“You’ve been in your feelings since Diamond’s been gone. I know you miss her, I just wish I could make it better”

“You can. Come see me. You know I’m lonely as fuck.”

“Aww baby. You know I would if I could, but this is the busiest time of year for me.”

“Yeah, I know. You got time to Facetime?” I quizzed, willing to settle for a video chat. 

"Not really. I’m on break, but I only have one more client tonight. Imma go home, shower, and I’ll Facetime you when I’m done” she promised before we hung up. The moment I hung up with Tae, Taylor called.

“What you got up tonight?” He asked as he smacked in my ear.

“Not shit. What the hell you eating like that?”

“Bbq and buffalo wings. I was high as hell so I had my chef make a big ass pan of em. Come hang, I know you haven’t had a home cooked meal since Mama and ya girl been gone" he teased, cracking himself up.

"Alright. Send me the address” I replied after debating on it. Not only was he right about the home cooked meal, but I also hadn’t been out in a couple of months, so I got up, showered, then headed out to his place.

I thought I had a bachelor pad, but my place was nothing compared to his. He had a four-bedroom, five-bathroom house with the works sitting on a quarter acre above Sunset Blvd. I was impressed and a little jealous all at once, but when he told me it was one of the things he inherited when his mother passed, I felt bad. No amount of money could replace my mama.

We ate and had a couple of beers before I kicked his ass in pool a couple of times. It didn’t take long for him to get sick of losing, so we got on the PlayStation. After I kicked his ass in basketball, he was over that too.

“You wanna go for a ride?” He asked, leading me through his garage. He rummaged around a drawer, then tossed me what he’d been looking for.

“You sure?” I asked, realizing it was the key to his Harley Davidson.

“You know how to ride?”

“Yeah, it’s been a minute tho”

“It’s still the same” he reassured me before starting up his Yamaha. He took off out of his garage and I followed suit, right on his tail. It wasn’t my first time riding, but I was no pro either.

We rode around the streets of Beverly Hills for a couple of hours and I actually had a blast. He taught me how to do donuts and pop wheelies. I caught on quickly and even popped a wheelie while going 70 mph. It was exhilarating and I’d definitely found my new addiction.

“You should’ve seen me whipping” I boasted to Tae, still high from the rush the drive gave me. I’d just made it in when she called me back, this time on video.  Actually seeing her face while we talked made all the uncertainty I’d had earlier disappear.

“You’re gonna have to get your own so you can take me for a ride next time I visit” she suggested, talking through a yawn. She was tired as usual and her hair was a mess, but she was still sexy. That made me miss her even more.

“Speaking of visiting, when are you coming to see me again?” 

“You know that I can’t. Not any time soon, so stop asking”

“I’m just saying I miss you.” 

“Sorry. I’m just, you know, tired. It’s making me cranky”

“I can have Tina do some rearranging on my schedule so I can visit you for a few days.”

“That’s cool, but with the holidays around the corner, I’ve been at work 24/7. I wouldn’t even be able to spend time with you.”

“Not even on Thanksgiving? I know you’re off for Thanksgiving. I’d be cool with coming out there for one night.”

“I work Thanksgiving too. A couple of my clients are high profile models. They have a shoot that weekend and Thanksgiving is the only day I could squeeze them in. It’s a fantasy color, which means it’s going to take at least half a day.”

“Wow. You just ain’t fucking with me anymore huh?”

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I love you, I just... I can’t lose my best clients and I’d hate for you to come out here and not get to spend much time with me.”

“You know...you can tell me if you change your mind about this long distance thing.”

“I haven’t and I won’t. Why would you even say that?”

“It’s obvious you’re losing interest.”

“I miss you just as much as you miss me, if not more. Stop overthinking things. I’ve just been busy, I promise. When things slow down, I’ll be out there on the first thing smoking.” she reassured me, making me feel silly. 

She was right. All of the alone time I’ve had lately had me overthinking and now I was acting like the needy boyfriend. If this is meant to be, then I won’t have to force it. I know what I have to do now, fall back and give her some space. 

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