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Always Hers (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: A sequel to Always Yours where Kelley introduces Sonnett to reader and they hit it off, and a relationship builds. Basically it’s 7000 words of Emily and reader falling in love, Christen realizing she royally messed up, Tobin freaking out just a touch, and Kelley totally not gloating about it. 

Author’s Note: This was requested by @women-enthusiast​

Emily was terrified. She had been having the time of her life, sat in the front row of an Y/n L/n concert dancing next to Kelley. Hell, during Shut Up and Dance you had even winked in their direction (making all of the girls around them swoon). But about halfway through the show, a very large man had come to stand in front of them.  

He had simply stood and stared, leaving them mostly alone until the very end of the show. He sent them a small smile and an “if you two ladies could come with me please”, before escorting them out of the crowd and deeper into the stadium. Which every turn down the twisting hallway, she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter and tighter. What the fuck was happening? 

“You gotta relax before you have an aneurism. Everything will be fine,” Kelley said quietly as the man led them through a door and into a cozy-looking room. 

A couch sat against one wall, a Stanford sweatshirt thrown carelessly across it and a guitar propped up beside it. The sound of running water gave them a very good guess of what was behind the door on the opposing wall. 

Emily took a deep breath, holding in a gasp. This couldn’t be what she thought it was. 

“If you would please wait here, Ms. L/n will be with you in a few minutes. Feel free to help yourself to the table,” The man smiled, gesturing towards the table filled with water and a fruit tray across from the comfy looking couch. 

Kelley rolled her eyes, immediately making her way over to the food table to peruse the options. She scrunched her nose as she looked over the items. 

“Well this is bullshit,” She mumbled, grabbing a grape and popping it into her mouth. Emily frowned, unsure as to how Kelley could be so casual right now. 

“What?” She asked, stepping towards the table. She blinked at the spread. There was way too much food on the table for one person. 

“There aren’t any chocolate-covered strawberries. They always used to be on her riders,” Kelley mumbled, puffing her cheeks out as she grabbed her another grape. Emily frowned. How the fuck did she know what was supposed to be on the table? She opened her mouth to ask the question, but a voice behind her beat her to it. 

“Apparently they were unavailable this last minute,” Emily whipped around in shock, her eyes bulging at the sight of you in a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, casually running a towel through your hair. You smiled crookedly at them, your dimples on full display. It wasn’t your stage smile though, Emily noted (barely able to take her eyes off your exposed biceps enough to actually think about it). It was easier, more natural.

“Holy shit, you’re-“ Emily studdered, her brain unable to process that you were standing right in front of her. Your lips quirked in amusement before you looked past the blond to your favorite defender. 

“You couldn’t come and greet us yourself, you had to send oddjob after us?” Kelley asked, tossing another grape in her mouth and crossing her arms. She hadn’t brought Emily here to set you up, but her reaction was definitely amusing. She also hadn’t missed the extra blinks you had given the blond defender. Perhaps her plan was going to work better than expected. 

You rolled your eyes at the woman. Greg had been your security guard for years and she still refused to learn his name. You were just lucky that their presence hadn’t caused a riot in the crowd. 

“You conveniently forgot to tell me that you were coming, and Greg didn’t want a replay of the riot we almost had at the Superdome,” You said, your eyebrow quirking up. She winced at the memory, shaking her head and finally closing the distance between the two of you. 

You huffed her tightly to you, resting your cheek on the top of her head. The two of you swayed lightly as you hugged. It had been way too long since you had seen each other. 

“Missed you sunshine, you never answer your phone anymore” She hummed into your neck. 

“Missed you too,” You said softly, holding her tighter, and ignoring the second statement. The truth was that it was hard, that sometimes when you talked to Kelley all you could think about were your college days. It wasn’t just her that you pushed away, it was everyone. 

You had been friends with the woman even before the two of you went to college. She was your sounding board, your rock, more your sister than your friend at this point, and she hated you were locking yourself away again. 

“You, you’re-“ Emily’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. You squeezed Kelley one last time before returning your attention to the blond standing wide-eyed in the middle of the room. 

You had to admit that she was adorable with her pink cheeks and her hands pinned at her sides, unsure of what to do. 

“You should introduce me before she passes out,” You whispered loudly, nudged Kelley. The older defender smirked at her counterpart. She hadn’t meant for you and Emily to be more than friends, but if it turned out that way, she wouldn’t be upset. You were the sweetest person she knew, even if you had lost some of your sunshine over the years. You would treat the blond defender well and vice versa. You both deserved to be happy. 

“Right. Emily, this is Y/n. Y/n this is frat daddy junior Emily,” She nodded, not missing the eye contact between the two of you. You smiled wide, taking a step towards the frozen defender and grabbing her hand. 

“Well Emily, it’s a pleasure to meet you. A friend of Kelly’s is a friend of mine,” You said, bowing slightly and lifting the back of her hand to your lips. You could be suave when you wanted to be. 

“You said my name,” She said dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open slightly. 

“I think she’s made one too many tackles,” You laughed, glancing at Kelley over your shoulder. The woman facepalmed. The most interest you had shown in another person in nearly a year, and she’s too star-struck to realize it. 

“I swear she’s not usually like this,” Kelley mumbled, and you bit your lip in amusement. 

“Whatever you say Squirrel,” 

*****

Emily smiled down at her phone. The two of you had been texting nonstop since the concert, and she found herself slowly becoming addicted to your sweet and sometimes dirty sense of humor. 

It was interesting, how different you and your stage persona were. 

She learned how quiet and thoughtful you were. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide the sadness that seemed to linger behind your million dollar smiles. A cautiousness behind every interaction. She wondered what had turned you from Kelley’s so-called sunshine into a cloudy day. 

She bit her lip watching the three little dots, indicating that you were typing, hoping that you would like the restaurant she had chosen. She giggled at your quippyness about how posh the place sounded. 

“Who ya texting that’s got you smiling like that?” Kelley asked, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. Emily jumped, her phone nearly falling out of her hands as she rushed to get out of the message, before seeing it was only Kelley. 

“Oh, just Y/n,” Emily mumbled, her cheeks turning very pink.

Kelley smothered her smirk as she sat down beside the defender. “That’s cool, what’s she up to?”

“She’s in town, we’re going to get lunch or something,” Emily shrugged nonchalantly, and Kelley’s smirk got bigger. She wasn’t sure if you would go for it after the whole fiasco with Christen. 

“Really?” 

“You sound surprised?” Emily’s nervous eyes met hers. Kelley paused unsurely. How did you tell one friend that your teammate hurt the girl that she might be interested in so bad that she was terrified of relationships? 

“Y/n got hurt really bad by someone she loved. She hasn’t been the same since,” Kelley said softly. 

“You mean she hasn’t moved on yet?” Emily’s head tilted to the side, trying to understand. She had heard your stories through music, but she never thought about how that might translate into real life. 

Kelley shook her head, biting her lip. After Christen, you had rebuilt your walls and hidden your heart away in your castle so no one could hurt you. That was until you laid eyes on Emily. “She hasn’t let anyone get close to her again,” 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah, Just don’t hurt her, alright?” Kelley hummed, patting Emily’s knee. If you were going to open up the gates again, she didn’t want an army of white walkers marching in. They would pillage the little bit of you that was left. But the way pink traveled up Emily’s neck all the way to her ears told her that her best friend knew how delicate this situation was.

“We’re just friends Kell,” Emily muttered. 

“Whatever you say junior, and for the record, she didn’t text me about lunch,” Kelley laughed, patting her leg one more time as she stood. You two would figure it out on your own time. 

****

Emily smiled at Greg as she passed through the door to the little cafe you had chosen for lunch. He winked at her and pointed towards a table in the back, away from the windows twiddling your fingers nervously. 

All the security and fans staked out everywhere you went took some serious getting used to, as did your propensity for cheeseburgers over anything remotely fancy. Each time the two of you had done this over the past few months you had chosen somewhere with reasonable food and amazing milkshakes. 

The crooked grin you saved specifically for Emily broke across your face when you saw her, and you stood from your chair to greet her in a warm hug. You kissed her cheek and stepped back to pull her chair out for her, before handing her a beautiful (plastic) Rose. It had become a thing between the two of you. You didn’t like real flowers, they died, but fake ones stayed forever. 

“Hey superstar, I’m glad you could make it,” You grinned, pushing her chair in, and taking the seat across from her. 

“Well, you’re too cute to pass up,” She quipped back, enjoying the pink that dusted your cheeks. 

“I ordered you’re regular. Is that ok?” 

“You remembered my order?” Emily asked, her eyes widening in surprise. You felt the warmth in your cheeks travel up to your ears. The truth was that you had known her order after the 3rd time lunch the two of you had done, (and you ordered extra onion rings in case she didn’t want the French fries). 

“Well, we’ve done this a few times,” You shrugged, picking at the table. Her hand covered your own, and you smiled softly at the action, suddenly feeling shy. 

“You’re adorable,” She mumbled under her breath as the waitress set two milkshakes on the table in front of you. Noticing that yours wasn’t your normal chocolate peanut butter concoction and instead was the strawberry one she had tried last time. 

“Hmm, 20 questions?” You asked, sipping your shake (that you definitely didn’t get in case Emily changed her mind). 

It had become your go-to game with the woman, and both of you have always had a blast with the get to know you game. 

“Are you going to answer mine honestly?” She quirked an eyebrow up at you. The last time you had seen each other, you fibbed just slightly (not so slightly) about your new music. You were reluctant to give spoilers, and you told her your lead-off single was going to be a fun song playing off the saying sex on a beech (cake by the ocean). Instead, you had chosen something much sappier, about the start of a new relationship called Begin Again. 

Your fans had gone crazy, trying to put all the pieces together. It seemed they were divided on if you and Christen had gotten back together, or if you were finally moving on. You kept your lips sealed, and it had taken Emily more than an hour to finally weasel to real answer out of you. 

“Scouts honor,” You saluted, taking another drag of the strawberry milkshake. 

“You go first,” Emily grabbed your shake and took a sip, pushing her own chocolate one back towards you. You blinked, thinking for a second. You had never mastered suttelty in normal conversation, and you had no idea how to ask your question. 

“Are you dating anyone?” 

“Nope,” She smiled, popping the p. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Cool. I believe you’re now entitled to a question?”

Emily tapped her chin in thought, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Are the rumors true? Kelley won’t tell me,” 

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific babe,” You smirked, smiling kindly at the waitress as she set down your double cheeseburgers. Your life was plagued with rumors. That you were dating this celebrity, that Preath had broken your heart. 

“You dated Christen and all your songs are about her?” Emily asked, grabbing an onion ring off your plate and dipping it in your milkshake. 

“I think dating would be a bit of a stretch,” you snorted, shaking your head. You weren’t sensitive about it anymore considering the media shoved it down their throat every chance they got. Emily waved her hand as if to say go on, you sighed. Despite the media pressure, you hadn’t really told anyone (besides Kelley) about it before.“We were best friends, who occasionally slept together. I caught feelings, Christen didn’t. She wanted Tobin and I was her plaything until Toby was ready.” You said the midfield turned forward’s name mockingly, looking wistfully over Emily’s shoulder. 

She watched you for a moment, taking in the faraway look in your eyes. Her heart ached at the deep line in your forehead that hadn’t been there mere moments before. 

“That was only the first part of my question,” she said softly. You blinked back to yourself. 

“I write about what I feel, so some of them are about her. But lately they’re all about an amazing girl who makes me feel things that scare the crap out of me, things I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel again,” Your y/e/c eyes met her blue ones and you smiled softly.

Emily sat up in surprise, anxiety beginning to bubble up in her chest. She liked doing this with you, and she didn’t want it to stop. She opened her mouth to ask her, but your shaken voice cut her off. 

“Would you be my girlfriend?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Emily smiled, leaning across the table, cupping your cheek and placing a very sweet kiss on your lips. Your fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the back of her neck as you carefully pulled her closer. You pull away a second later, connecting your forehead and breathing heavy. You would take that as a resounding yes. 

“Does this mean I can hear the rest of the album early?” She asked, her breath fanning across your lips. 

“I’m sure we can work something out,” you said as you leaned in again. Gosh her lips were addictive. 

*****

Distance sucked, but over the past year, you and Emily had made it work. It was difficult with your music commitments and her soccer stuff, but as far as the two of you were concerned, it was worth it. 

Emily laid with her eyes closed, her phone resting on her chest and Kelley sitting beside her as the radio host introduced you to the audience. She was happy to relax and listen to you talk about the thing you were the most passionate about (besides her). 

It was nice to hear your voice, even if it sounded even more tired than it had when you talked the night before. 

She could tell how much the press tour for your new album was taking out of you, and it killed her just a little bit to not be able to comfort you. You hadn’t exchanged the words yet, but she was sure that you loved her as much as she loved you ou. 

“So I’ve got to ask, this album sounds so much different than both Heartbreak Hotel and Divinely Inspired to a Hellish Extent. There’s less pining and a lot more love,” The interviewer asked casually, but Emily could hear the smirk in his voice. The fans were going nuts now that your music had shifted from heartbreak to a blossoming love story. They all wanted to know who (Christen) had you writing sappy love songs. 

“Yeah, I’m in such a different place than when I wrote either of those two albums, and I think that’s reflected in the music,” You volleyed the question, twisting it around so you were answering it and not answering it all at the same time (a skill that Emily both admired and was terrified of). 

“So, it’d be safe to assume that you’re first two albums were about one relationship and this one is about another?” The interviewer pressed. And Emily groaned loudly. God, why couldn’t they just let it go? It had been nearly 3 years since you and Press were a thing. You had moved on and were finally happy, why wasn’t that enough? 

Kelley smirked at the outburst, side-eyeing the defender. She was thrilled that you had finally found someone who would treat you right. Both women were so caught up that they didn’t notice the couple entering the room and sitting on the bed opposite of them. 

“God, why can’t they just let it go?” Christen said loudly after yet another question from the interviewer. All eyes snapped to her, and Kelley raised her eyebrows at the outburst. “Don’t give me that look, I’m tired of them trying to get her to confirm that we dated,” She huffed, crossing her arms and leaning further into Tobin who began to rub her back. 

“I think dating is putting it loosely. If I was her I wouldn’t have just thrown you under the bus, I would have been the fucking driver,” Kelley rolled her eyes. 

“That was uncalled for,” Tobin grumbled. 

“You’re just upset because you didn’t know Forget You was about you,” Kelley snorted. Remembering how Tobin had walked around camp whistling the tune until she had broken the news. (Still, you found it hilarious considering the original lyrics). 

“You know what I meant,” Tobin grumbled. 

“I’m pretty sure she’s tired of it too,” Emily said softly, smiling almost sympathetically at the woman. You had gotten over most of your anger, and insisted that she shouldn’t be mean to Tobin. Love made you all do crazy things. 

“I write what I feel, and I think the only safe thing to assume from that is that I’m happy,” You added, bringing everyone’s attention back to the interview. Emily smiled softly at the phone. You were happy. You had gained your sunshine back, as Kelley put it, and she was glad that she was part of the reason for that. 

“And sickeningly in love?” The interviewer again tried to dig. 

“And in love,” Your smile was visible in your tone. Emily masked her sudden intake of breath. She knew, but it was the first time she was hearing it out loud. 

“I didn’t know she was in a new relationship” Christen’s eyes snapped to the phone in surprise. She knew you would move on eventually, but actually seeing evidence of it was causing all kinds of feelings to bubble in her chest. Feelings she didn’t have the right to have. She made her choice and she was happy too. You deserved that. 

“The new love songs are so sweet. It’s probably her best album yet,” Emily added with a shrug. It wasn’t just the music that was good, it was the knowledge that you were both falling together. That you would be there to catch each other was amazing. (And the memory of you strumming out a few of the love songs in your underwear in a concert just for her was a bonus too).it didn’t matter that the world was sure they were about Christen. Everyone in this room knew they weren’t. 

“I’ll have to listen to it, wonder who it's about,” Christen said thoughtfully. She shouldn’t deny that she missed you. Missed the friend part of your relationship. 

“Someone who knows just how lucky she is,” Kelley said, looking Christen in the eyes. It was no secret that she still harbored ill feelings over what happened between Chris and her best friend. Emily shrunk slightly. The two of you had agreed to keep the relationship on the down-low, and Preath were the last people she wanted to tell. 

Christen’s jaw dropped in surprise. You never talked about your relationships. Not even when you and her were involved. You weren’t good with emotions and it was a more ‘gentle-womanly thing to do’.

A barely audible “She told you?” left her lips. And Emily’s heart rate skyrocketed, thinking that this was about to become even more awkward than it already was. 

“My lips are sealed,” Kelley smirked, running her hand across her mouth in a zip it motion before throwing away the key. She wasn’t about the mess up the most stable relationship you had ever been in, and it was fun to watch Preath squirm. 

Emily took a deep breath. Some relaxing evening this had turned out to be. She went to swipe the radio app away on her phone when your name popped up next to a text. She couldn’t help the edges of her lips turning up. 

You really did have amazing timing. 

*****

Emily loved peaceful nights at camp. Early nights where the team bonding movie ended at a decent hour and they didn’t have early morning practice the next day. Sure her bed's cuddles weren’t as good as yours, but they still comfy. 

She had gotten to talk to you tonight, a long FaceTime. It bothered you how exhausted you looked, how your crooked smile hadn’t met your eyes. The chaos of touring was rough, made even more difficult by time zone differences. But still, you had made time to talk to her, to tell her how much you loved her. 

She idiot wondered what had pulled her out of her sleep, before the soft knock on the door sounded again. 

“Who the fuck is at our door at 3 Am?” Emily groaned loudly, rolling onto her back, and glancing over at her roommate in the other bed. She thought late-night pranks were banned at this camp, and she had been lucky to be roomed with her best friend. 

“I have no clue. Maybe if we ignore it, it’ll go away,” Lindsey mumbled, burying her face further into the pillow, moaning loudly when the knocking got even more insistent. 

“Fuck, I’m coming, cool your jets,” Emily huffed, throwing off the covers and marching towards the door. She flung it open, ready to yell at however the fuck had the nerve to bother them at this hour. But the words died on her lips the second she saw your very tired form leaning heavily against the doorframe, plastic Rose clutched firmly in your hand. 

“you’re here,” she said softly and you flew into her arms. You held her tightly, running your nose along the collum of her neck. She stumbled with the foot-wide, grabbing the doorframe to steady the two of you. 

“Sorry, I just. I missed you. I can’t sleep without you,” You mumbled into her skin, placing a kiss on the spot she loved so much. Emily wasn’t sure if you were apologizing for waking her up, or for nearly tackling her to the ground, but she didn’t care. It was so nice to have you in her arms after nearly 2 months of being apart. 

“Shhh, come in. It’s alright, I missed you too babe,” She hummed, stepping back and pulling you into the room, and closing the door. She grabbed the flower, smiling softly at it before placing it in her nightstand. She could tell how exhausted you were (you had probably flown in right after your show), and the last thing you needed was her teammates coming out to see what the commotion was. 

You mumbled something incoherent into her neck, following her as she sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Babe? Who is it, Son?” Lindsey Asked sitting up and taking in the sight of you basically sitting on Emily’s lap with your head buried in her neck. You looked up at the woman wide-eyed, and she gasped. “Holy shit, you’re Y/n L/n and Disani just called you babe,” 

“Surprise...” Emily smiled, and you huffed into her neck. She could feel your nose twitching, a telltale sign that you were probably about to fall asleep.

“How long?” Lindsey asked breathlessly, holding in the awe at how cute you two looked together. She never expected the big badass singer to turn into puddy in her best friend’s arms. 

“Like a year and a half?” Emily shrugged, shushing you again and running fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. Your schedule was brutal and you had a propensity to avoid sleep when you were stressed. But on the bright side, she had learned that you always got cuddly when you were sleepy Like a puppy. 

“Damn, That’s why you’re so obsessed with all her music. It’s about you,” Lindsey laughed. Emily’s cheeks turned bright red as she cleared her throat. You weren’t really awake enough to register that your girlfriend was still your number one fan. 

“Let’s get Y/n into bed. You must be exhausted,” Emily said softly, maneuvering so you were both under the covers. You hummed, leaning up to peck your girlfriend’s lips before settling back into your favorite hiding spot. 

The room was quiet for a few minutes, and Emily breathed a sigh of relief as your breathing evened out. You had never been a great sleeper, and she worried about how much you got while you were on tour. You were adorable, even more so when you were sleeping. Your face relaxed and you looked younger. Emily couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Christen ever let you go when you offer up the opportunity to see you so unguarded (a sight your fans rarely got a glimpse of). 

“You know the media is going to think you snuck into the hotel to see Christen right?” Emily murmured after a few minutes, not expecting you to reply. 

“Fuck the media. They need to chill with that Preath bullshit,” You huffed, burrowing deeper into the woman and placing a kiss on her collarbone, completely forgetting that you weren’t alone. You would call your publicist in the morning and have all the rumors squashed anyway (you didn’t want another disastrous interview like the one where Ellen had found pictures of you and Christen from college). 

“Wait you dated Christen?” Lindsey gasped, nearly falling out of her bed, and you groaned incompressible into your girlfriend. 

“A loose interpretation from what I’ve gathered,” Emily giggled, again comparing you to a puppy on her head. 

“It doesn’t matter, we all know who’s bed I was in tonight,” You huffed. 

“Damn right we do,” Emily tilted your chin up to kiss your lips. Emily wasn't the jealous type, but it was hard when the entire world was convinced you were with someone else. It also helped that you were always so sweet with her and made sure she knew how much you loved her. 

You pulled her closer, your fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the back of her neck as your tongue ran over her bottom lip. God, you had missed her. You moaned lightly when Emily’s tongue met your own. 

You were brought out of your moment by a very loud cough. You sat bolt upright, blinking owlishly around the woman in the opposite bed. 

“No sex while I’m here alright?” Lindsey smirked, amused by this you that few people ever got to see. This adorable side that seemed to be entirely taken with her best friend. No wonder you wrote her so many sappy love songs. 

“You’re no fun Linds,” Emily cackled, pulling you back down beside her. 

It would be a pain in the ass to get you out of the hotel without anyone seeing you, but the risk was totally worth getting to spend time with your girl, even if it was only for a few hours. 

****

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You had won 6 grammy’s the night before, and now you got to sit in the stands while your girl fought for the Shebelieves cup. You hadn’t been to a soccer game since Paris, and you had to admit it was slightly addictive watching your girl be a badass defender. It was one thing watching it on TV for the 3 years you had been dating, and an entirely different one to actually be here. God, she was gorgeous. 

You pulled your jacket tighter around you and shifted your hat down a little bit further. This was Emily’s moment, and you didn’t want to draw any attention away from her. 

*****

Tobin was freaking out, her normally chill persona nowhere to be found. Her hands were shaking and she didn’t know if it was fear or rage. Who the fuck gave you the right to show up at one of their games (sporting a jersey nonetheless) after you had released a song like To Make You Feel My Love. She thought that you had given up on chasing Christen years ago, but why were you here, seeming hiding in the stands. 

The media had been shoving the Preath narrative down your throat for months, maybe it had finally gotten to you. Yet, weren’t you in your own relationship? Maybe they had all read the signs wrong and you were still head over heels for Christen. 

If you were going to finally make a stand for her girl, why had you chosen this venue? She shook her head, heading into the tunnel for halftime, she needed to figure out how to stop your bid for Christen’s heart. 

“You didn’t tell me she was coming,” Tobin growled, passing Kelley as she made her way to her locker. 

Kelley shrugged, unable to suppress her smirk. “She’s not here for you anyway,” 

“She’s wearing a jersey Kelley,” She spat, glaring at the defender, who simply shrugged again. 

“Yeah, so? She wanted to do something nice, prove how much she loves her and all that,” 

Tobin opened and closed her mouth several times, her fist clenching as Kelley all but confirmed her biggest fear. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

*****

You found it incredibly amusing that your girlfriend couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off you during the second half. Hell, it was so obvious that at one point she had tripped over thin air cause she was looking at you instead of where she was going. 

And by the time the final whistle blew, you had garnered the attention of most of the national team, wondering why their frat daddy junior was so distracted. 

Lindsey got to you first, hopping up onto the railing to talk to you (as you had chosen a front row seat just behind the bench). 

“Hey rockstar, wanna come down and see your girl?” She smiled, leaning over the rail to tug you forward. You glanced behind her, wincing at the glare Tobin was sending you. You tugged your jacket closed again and shook your head. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Linessie,” 

“Oh come on, Kelley and I will protect you so you can serenade Sonnett,” She laughed goodnaturedly, remembering the many times you had convinced your respective best friends to help you surprise your girlfriend. 

“Haha, very funny,” you frowned, biting your lip. You really wanted to see Emily, but from the looks Tobin was sending your way, you weren’t sure if that was a good idea. 

Lindsey’s eyes softened at your hesitance. It was rare you let your softer, more shy side out in public. She knew you truly cared for Emily, and that you were worried your presence would ruin the night for her. 

You glanced at the railing, picking at the chipping paint. “She deserves to savor your win, not have me and my drama on the front page,” 

“Everything will be fine. Emily is super excited you’re here, and when they get a picture of your jersey, I think that all the preath shit will be in the past” Lindsey said softly, grabbing your hand and tugging you onto the field. 

You hid behind Lindsey as she navigates you through her teammates, intent on making it to the frat daddies who were across the field(who just happened to be standing next to Christen). That was until a very angry Tobin stepped directly into Lindsey’s path. 

“I can’t let you go over there Y/n. It’s over, just let it go,” Tobin said, crossing her arms like a petulant child. 

Lindsey rolled her eyes at the woman, attempting to take a step around her. “Chill Tobs, it’s not a big deal,” Tobin again stepped in your way. You frowned. This was why you didn’t want to come down in the field. 

“I think it’s a really big deal that she’s trying to steal my wife,” Tobin huffed, sniffing slightly. 

“What?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing. You weren’t here to see Christen at all. You were so busy staring quizzically at the midfielder that you didn’t notice your girlfriend sprinting in your direction until she launched herself into your arms. 

“I’m so glad you decided to come! I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” She mumbled into your neck, and you pulled her closer to you, tilting your head so you could place a kiss on her lips. This moment made everything worth it. 

“You said it was important so I’m here. I’d do anything for you superstar,” You said softly, kissing her cheeks and her forehead, drawing a giggle out of the girl. 

She shoved you lightly, catching you by your jacket collar to pull you back into a kiss. 

“I thought you were an Arsenal fan, not a Chelsea one?” She laughed against your lips, and you pouted. It had been the only jacket in Kelley’s apartment that fit you. You pulled away completely, shrugging out of the offending piece of clothing, revealing your jersey beneath it. 

“I just wanted to hide this until the right moment,” You smirked, ignoring the gasps of the women behind you. (Tobin had been watching dumbfounded from the moment you started hugging Emily, and the large Sonnett on your back had her even more confused. Why were you in Somnett’s jersey if you were trying to win Christen back?)

“God you look good with my name on your back,” Emily smirked, her hands on your hips, pulling you back in for yet another kiss. You smiled against her lips. This hadn’t been your plan, but everything seemed to be coming together. 

“What if it was our name?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at her and tilting your head to the side. She froze, blinking rapidly to process what you were saying. 

You barely registered the “Wait, what?” From behind you, and the slapping sound that followed. You could only assume it was Kelley as she added a “Shut up, she’s been planning this for months,” 

You had been planning this for months. Planning the perfect moment, and it couldn’t have been more perfect than this. You were both winners in your respective fields, and you wanted to be a winner in this too. You had never felt this way about another person. 

 Emily blinked at you again, asking a silent what, and you took that as your cue to continue. “Like, what if Sonnett was my name too, like minus a hyphen?” You shrugged, poking the 14 on her jersey and the matching one on yours before beginning to dig into your pocket. 

“Are you?” She stuttered as you dropped down on one knee, pulling out the ring you had stashed in your pocket. Yeah, this was much better than doing this in some back hallway of the stadium. 

You took a deep breath and looked up into Emily’s eyes, opening the ring box and asking the simple question “Marry me?” 

“Yes,” Emily is on her knees in an instant, cupping your face and kissing you again. She didn’t need a big long speech about how much you loved her (the two albums made your feelings crystal clear), and she loved you too. She couldn’t wait to be your wife. 

“Told you she wasn’t here for you,” Kelley laughed, nudging Tobin and Christen as they gaped at the two of you. How had they not known? 

Christen gulped down her feelings, leaning further into Tobin’s side. You weren’t hers anymore and she was somehow alright with that. 

#emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader

[passionate-hedgehog]

Sequins and Handcuffs

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader (fem)

Warnings:Languages and mildly suggestive content (a joke between friends, nothing happens lol. Ya girl is ace and writing that freaks me out. Ick.)

Word Count: 1117

A/N: I’m so glad I started this prompt fic series. It’s my way of journaling and it’s more therapeutic than I thought. I’ve spent the last year trying to bury emotions but I’m working on finding them again so my writing gets better. In the meantime, enjoy my robotic nature. ALSO----> If you have fic req’s that you want, send them to MEEEEEE!!!! I’ll write for more than SMOSH. I’m just doing SMOSH only because I feel like these are making a miniseries at this point lol ♥

Summary: Reader is preparing for a visit from her two best friend’s from back home and is ridiculously excited. Damien is interested, too, but for a whole different reason.

The table that Y/n was sitting at in the costume corner was shaking in rhythm to her leg. The container of purple sequins that Rochelle had collected to add to Sarah’s dress nearly crashed to the floor before the designer caught them. The woman put them back in their spot before tapping Y/n’s leg twice.

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to jostle the whole building down. You better get it together before your excitement ruins your stomach for the day. You know how you get.” Rochelle went back to sticking pins into the mannequin. 

Y/n tapped the tips of her fingers along the wood in place of bouncing her legs. The costume designer would have sworn that the other woman could have dented the table by the sheer force of her movements. 

“For the love of- Go run a lap or something. Better yet!” Rochelle grabbed a toolbox from the shelf holding bundled fabric and an assortment of scissors. “Go run this to Sarah for me? She wanted to borrow some things for a project. Maybe if you crabwalk, you’ll run out all of that energy.”

“Yes, Mom.” Y/n mumbled, dodging a ball of twine that had been thrown at her head.

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The producer was found standing behind a camera during a Try Not To Laugh Shoot. Y/n stood quietly in the corner and watched the antics of the cast. She found it particularly difficult to stay quiet when Jackie rolled around on the floor whining in a blue dress but absolutely lost it when Noah found himself stuck to Jackie’s stool. When Damien came out from behind the screen, she rolled her eyes and smirked. Of course the man would know how to get someone out of locked handcuffs.

After the shoot wrapped, Y/n approached the producer to finish the task she was given. “Hey, Sarah. Rochelle said to give you this toolbox?”

“Oh. yes! Score! I have some pillowcases I want to repurpose but I’m missing some things. I still gotta get Claudio’s head measurement...Tell her thank you when you go back. I’m SO EXCITED.” The producere shimmied with the box held up next to her face. “Tonight is gonna rock! Speaking of…”

“Nope. That’s my cue. Gotta jet!” Y/n turned tail and ducked out of the studio as quick as she could. When she made it back to the costume corner she found the door was locked. A sign that read “Y/n, you’re banished until after my Zoom luncheon. Run more laps. Chase a squirrel. Do SOMETHING that’s not destructive. Thanks, bby.” was taped on the locked door.

“Well, that’s harsh.” A man’s voice rang, right next to her left ear.

“God freaking dammit, Damien Christian Haas. I swear to-”

“You just did.”

Y/n  took the hand she had frantically placed over her heart and used it to swat at the man’s baseball cap. “I’m so close to fighting you. I don’t think you understand.”

“Yikes. So, what did you do to get banished from ‘Ye Ol Cloth Abundance’?”

“Ye Ol...the fuck…” The woman shook the words from her head. “I...might have been a disturbance...possibly destructive…”

Damien fake gasped. “You? A disturbance? AND destructive?”

“I said ‘possibly’, Dames. Possibly.”  

He smiled a toothy smile. “Yeah, that’s going to be an issue.”

Y/n cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly confused. “What? What’s going to be an issue?”

“Uh...nothing. I have to get something from the break room. Wanna join since you can’t get in there?” The actor pointed towards the offending sign on the door.

“Yeah, sure.” She agreed and they turned to begin their trek.

“So, what made you distracted enough to be a disturbance?”

“My two best friends from back home are coming to visit and I can’t freaking wait!” Y/n started bouncing through the next few steps. “I haven’t seen them in years. We had some time apart because of life and everything. But when we separately joined a forum for cat owners, we clicked all over again.I didn’t even know either of them were in it until I saw them talking to each other over the comments section. It was like we were never even apart.”

“Oh man, that’s a solid friendship right there. I’d be super jealous if I didn’t have Shayne.” Damien finished with a smirk similar to the one Y/n held after the TNTL filming.

Y/n jokingly nudged her elbow into Damien, The man, in turn, smoothly linked their arms together and then ran his hand down her wrist to lace her fingers with his. He slowly pulled her to a stop when they were in a quiet corner in the hallway.

“Do I get to meet them when they visit?”

“Of course! I’m going to introduce them to as many people as I can! They’re my babies. Of course I’m going to show them off.” The woman giggled.

Damien seemed to be thinking through his next words. “Yes, but what version of me are you introducing to them?”

Y/n shook her head. “I don’t...the human...one?”

“I mean like the co-worker version of me? Or the version of me that’s holding your hand in this quiet corner of the hallway?” He held up their hands as if to show proof to her that they were indeed linked.

After blowing out some air and making noises that made no sense, Y/n pulled her hand back and pointed down the hall. “Ya know what? I’m suddenly overtaken by a hunger that only Jackie and a coffee can fix.”

“You’re going to ask her for advice, aren’t you?” The actor called after her, since she retreated quickly.

“You don’t know my life!” Y/n pulled out her cellular device and opened a text as she briskly escaped the scene.

Y/n: Pree, Nat, if I perish from unsettled “romantic” sticky-situations before you get here, please feed my cat.

Nat: Did...did you mean to word it that way?

Pree: I’m sorry if you WHAT????

Y/N: NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT. HOLY BANANAS. I meant like...a situation I don’t necessarily want to be in...but don’t want to not be in. 

Y/N: Ja feel?

Pree: No. Ja totally don’t feel.

Nat: Sweetie, I think you need to use more words.

Y/N: It’s a stupid boy thing about a stupid boy.

Nat: Like how stupid?

Pree: Yeah like my son’s father stupid or like Nat’s husband stupid?

Nat: Excuse me what? I love my husband, even if he is sometimes stupid. Bless his heart.

Y/N: Okay yeah, Nat’s husband stupid.

Pree: O.o

Nat: ?!?!?!?!?!

Y/N: help.

#smosh #smosh fan fiction #smosh fanfic #damien haas x reader #damien haas #that ep of tntl killed me #jackie is pure talent #her whole self #just fucking talent #reader insert #but i think i inserted myself instead #god whoops #im sorry

[purrincess-chat]

Cat’s Not-All-Encompassing Character Ranking

Okay, so I have to admit that I omitted a lot of characters I don't have strong opinions on. Most of them were one-off akumas, so don't get your panties in a twist, your faves are probably still on here (and ranked lower than you think).

As a preface again, these are just my personal opinions. They can't hurt you. You can still like characters more or less than me. And I don't care how you feel about them. This list is for me. And the person that asked for it. So shut up. Go make your own rank list if you’re so butthurt. 

We're going in reverse order this time, starting from the bottom:

84. Gabriel Agreste- I mean, is anyone surprised? I am not private about how I think Gabriel should go to jail. Or fall off a cliff. Or be erased from existence. Rip to those that like him, but I’m different.

83. Thomas Astruc- Honestly, he’s down here on principle. Self-inserts are generally a no-no, and I just laugh every time I see him on screen because he really put himself in this show and said boohoo no one appreciates me XD

82. Bob Roth- I feel like this one should also be obvious. He’s just a dick. Terrible human. I give him 0 stars.

81. Tomoe Tsurugi- We all collectively hate her, right? It’s not just me?

80. Su Han- This mans has small peepee energy. And he bad mouthed Fu, so get FUCKED, my dude.

79. Rolland Dupain- Listen, I get it, he liked Marinette in the end, but I could do without the racism.

78. Nathalie Sancoeur- My opinion of Nathalie took a nosedive after the s2 finale. I just do not care that she is in love with her boss. Don’t care that she’s dying. Just do not have it in me.

77. XY- Justin Bieber ass wannabe.

76. Nora Cesiare- I didn’t care for Nora. I know Thomas loves her, but the overbearing sibling trope is tired.

75. Anarka Couffaine- I underestimated how much I don’t really like her. Like, it’s not full-on hate, but I just do not care for her.

74. Otis Cesaire- Got akumatized because a kid said he could outrun a panther. I’m still not over it, Otis.

73. Andre Bourgeois- No love for the crooked mayor. I hope your wife divorces you. 

72. Alec Cataldi- The real villain of Stormy Weather. Like fr why is he such an asshole?

71. Roger Raincomprix- Is Officer Roger just doing his best? Sometimes. But like sometimes this mans just needs to take a chill pill.

70. M. D'Argencourt- Please get out of the 1600s

69. Ella/Etta- These two are basically the same character, and I am indifferent to both of them.

68. KnightOwl/Barbara- Listen, I would have liked you more if you were less controlling.

67. Majestia- Same as above, but like I guess I like you more

66. Theo- *Mean Girls principal voice* Stay away from underaged girls!

65. Andre the ice cream man- I just want a scoop of chocolate, Andre. Is that too much to ask??

64. Amelie Graham de Vanily- We haven’t seen much of her, but she seems like a snake bitch.

63. M. Kubdel- I mean, if my son wanted to resurrect an ancient mummy and believed in aliens, I’d give the family heirloom to my daughter too.

62. Jalil Kubdel- Lolol, buddy, pal, dude, my guy. Chill.

61. Vincent (Adrien's photographer)- Head empty. Mom’s spaghetti. Idk he’s alright.

60. Manon- I don’t hate Manon. She just gets on my nerves every time she talks.

59. M. Ramier- This mans got akumatized a billion times because he gets emotional about pigeons. I mean, honestly mood.

58. Mme. Mendeleiev- She doesn’t put up with Chloe’s shit, and we respect her for this.

57. Baby August- Someone just give this mans some food. He’s a growing boy.

56. Santa Claus- If I were Santa, I too would list Ladybug as the best kid in the world.

55. Art Teacher- He doesn’t even have a name, but I vibe with him. He seems like he likes to paint scenes of nature with his pet squirrels.

54. Prince Ali- Lil mans just wanted to have a good time. I can respect that.

53. Duusu- Duusu, I get that your Miraculous was broken, but get with the program, girl. You is a hostage.

52. Other Kwamis- Idk, all the ones we haven’t seen as much. I don’t have real opinions on them yet. Just neutral.

51. Sass- He gives me dad vibes.

50. M. Damocles- You go, you funky owl man

49. Jean (Chloe's Butler)- He deserves a raise. What is your name, sir? We may never know.

48. Mireille Caquet- She’s pretty cute. No complaints.

47. Aurore Beaureal- Baby’s first akuma. I love her design. She’s a cutie.

46. Claudie Kante (Max’s mom)- This womans just wanted to go to space and live her dream. We stan a hardworking queen.

45. Hot Dog Dan- I like him more than Andre the ice cream fraud. Sure, my hotdog might turn me purple, but if I ask for chili on it, I bet he’d oblige.

44. Nadja Chamack- I mean, she’s doing her best.

43. Audrey Bourgeois- So, as I said in the episode ranking, I have a love-hate relationship with Audrey. She’s the worst, but that’s why I love her. I love her ironically. Like, yeah she’s atrocious, but I just want to watch her burn the world.

42. Luka Couffaine- Directly in the middle, like he’s always been.

41. Nathaniel Kurtzberg- My opinion of Nath improved after Reverser surprisingly. I ship it.

40. Chris Lahiffe- I like Chris better than Ella/Etta. He’s just a little mans out here living life wanting to grow up. Don’t believe it, Chris. Stay little forever. Being an adult suuuuucks.

39. Fang the Crocodile- The goodest boy.

38. Nooroo- I just want to give him a hug.

37. Mlle. Bustier- She’s doing her best, but I mean, when ya whole class keeps getting turned into supervillains, I’m surprised she’s not an alcoholic.

36. Penny Rolling- I just like her. I think she’s neat.

35. Ondine- Mermaid queen! She’s so sweet, and I love her with Kim. I hope we see more of her in the future.

34. Marc Anciel- Marc is a little cutie bean. Idc if he’s based off one of Thomas’s irl friends. He can stay.

33. Wayzz- He loves Master Fu so much I cry.

32. Felix Graham de Vanily- I know everyone hates canon Felix, but tbh he exudes massive chaotic neutral gremlin energy, and I actually kinda vibe with that. And he pisses with his uncle which is a whole ass mood.

31. Tikki- Tikki is very cute, but bby please work on the preaching. You don’t always know what’s right, babe.

30. Sabrina Raincomprix- Sabrina deserves better. I hope we see good things happen for her.

29. Lila Rossi- Surprised? I actually like Lila. The first fic I ever wrote for this fandom was a Lila redemption. I think she is a good antagonist and foil to Marinette. I absolutely want to see her get dunked on in canon, but that doesn’t mean I hate her.

28. Wayhem- I don’t know why, but Wayhem makes me laugh. I love him XD

27. Uncle Cheng- He’s just a good mans with a birb who wants to make you tasty food. What’s not to like?

26. Trixx- Trixx shot up after GoS. Chaotic bean make Eiffel Tower go bendy

25. Jess- She’s pretty cool. She’s a vibe.

24. Aeon- The cutest bean!!! She saw Adrien and Marinette and said yep. Those two are meant to be together. Jess, we gotta make it happen.

23. Ivan Bruel- Ivan is such a gentle bean. We love him.

22. Mylene Haprele- Smol

21. Fei Wu- I still have not watched the Shanghai special with subs, but I liked her.

20. Gina Dupain- The grandma I aspire to be.

19. Marianne Lenoir- I love her. She is good. She and Fu are so cute. And she seems like she would have kicked le ass back in the day. (and even now)

18. Rose Lavillant- I am so excited for Pigella!! Rose is too cute. We love her. 

17. Gorilla- aka Adrien’s real dad. If the series doesn’t end with Gabriel getting yeeted into the stratosphere and Gorilla adopting Adrien, I don’t want it.

16. Clara Nightingale- She’s in love with Marinette. You can’t change my mind. 16 is also how old I hc her to be, so don’t nobody come for me.

15. Tom Dupain- Most. Supportive. Dad. Soft bean. Just wants to make you fresh bread.

14. Sabine Cheng- Good mom vibes. We love to see her.

13. Juleka Couffaine- Shy goth bean. Just wants to have her picture taken. Definitely a lesbian. We stan.

12. Nino Lahiffe- The goodest boy. He’s just out here doing his best, loving his friends.

11. Chloe Bourgeois- Chloe is another one I have a love-hate relationship with. Her brattiness is funny to me. We had high hopes for her. Honestly, she ranks this high because I like to play with her in fic.

10. Max Kante- He smol and smort. And I adore his friendship with Kim and the fact that he made an AI himself at 14. What a legend.

9. Alya Cesaire- Rip to Alya salters, but I’m different. Outside of Chameleon, Alya is fine. She’s a supportive bff. All yall people that are mad she doesn’t kiss Marinette’s ass all the time need to go out and make real friends. I said what I said.

8. Alix Kubdel- I love Alix. I love how she is always so done with all the lovey-dovey bullshit. She is tiny queen, and Bunnix, while OP af, is still super cool. We love to see her.

7. Kagami Tsurugi- I will fight anyone who shits on Kagami. She has done nothing wrong, you guys are just haters. All she did was exist, and yall said, wow what a toxic bitch?? Disgraceful.

6. Jagged Stone- We are going to ignore the deadbeat dad trope that canon thrust upon him. He is a Marinette stan, and we love that.

5. Kim Le Chien- I really love Kim, you guys. Does that surprise you? Listen, my favorite male character types are sweet beans and himbos. Kim is both of these.

4. Master Fu- If you didn’t pick up on how much I love Fu from the episodes ranking, then idk what to tell you. I want him to be my grandpa. I would trust this mans with my life. He did his best. You paint those pictures, you funky little man. I love you.

3. Plagg- My galaxy trash man. Love him. 10/10 chefs kisses all around.

2. Adrien Agreste- The biggest Marinette stan there is. I just want him to kiss her on the face. And marry her. Idk, I just think that would be neat if he could do that. I just want good things for them.

1. Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Honestly, are you surprised? I have always been and always will be a Marinette stan. If you expected anyone else to be in this spot, then clown suit rentals are off to the left.

#cat speaks #cat spoils #character ranking #okay fr tho dont ever ask me for anything ever again #take your complaints to your dashboard button and off my blog #idc if you dont like my ranks #theyre not for you #heck off

[todokanai-suishou]

April 7th

Pairing Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 2,5k

Quality: Not yet golden Raspberry, but definitely rotten Tomato worthy

A/N: "April 7th, but it's longer now" finally managed to post the full thing TT_TT. It's still my first ff and I still apologize for the outcome of this, since I usually do music reviews and (bad) poetry:

Inspiration for it & pt2 were Sticky & April 7th by a Band called The Maine

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When you first saw him, he was dancing like nobody was watching

when in fact, everybody was.

You were no exception to the other people staring at him while they were shouting names, singing along to the lyrics sung by the 7 people dancing on stage, so stable and well.

And this man? This man didn’t seem to miss a beat. He moved so effortlessly through every song, having the time of his life, dancing and singing and rapping his heart out

- until he first spotted you in the crowd, watched in awe as you got lost in stereo, eyes shut to enjoy the music

- until you opened your eyes to look back at him.

And suddenly the man who was just dancing along to a fun song that luckily had no choreography, froze just like someone who’d be busted dancing with a mob.

He didn’t know what had hit him when your eyes made contact with his, but he just stood there, unable to move until the eldest came and hit him on the head jokingly, followed by the youngest jumping on both of them.

The Dancer snapped out of it at this point and you didn’t have a single ounce of understanding for what just happened. Usually it was Jungkook lagging, but not during performances and out of all the people you’d suspect to stop moving, Hobi would be the last one to.

Until he was. And he looked baffled when he came back down to earth, whispering to both of his friends as they were finishing the song before leaving to change clothes. He couldn’t help from looking back and subtly pointing at your part of the crowd a few times though

and as he kept on, you started to sense something. From the way he looked back. From the way he pointed in this direction..your brain meanwhile got the bizarre idea that it was you who got him that stunned. Maybe he saw someone else in you? Maybe a fansite? “Oh god please not a fansite.” you whispered, barely audible but turning the heads of the girls in front of you as you started shaking...or maybe an ex? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you also couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility that it was indeed you he reacted this way to.

and you were right about him freezing because of you, but dead wrong about him recognizing his ex, or a fansite, or anyone for that reason.

It was cliché but all the thought at that moment was that, even in this dimly lit room - you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever come across.

The way you danced like nobody was watching, because there probably really was no one watching you, all the while lip-syncing to boyz with fun, you were glowing and the way you suddenly stared at him, with adoration in your eyes, that had him overwhelmed.

“You really fell in love at first sight, huh?” Jin laughed in between changes as the younger one told him about what just happened. “I might” Hoseok fell into a stare at the realisation,. “This is crazy,” he whispered to himself. “You might never see them again though.” Namjoon exclaimed drily from across the room. “I’ll try...I guess?” - “What are you going to do, hunt that person down?” The leader raised an eyebrow and Hoseok sighed. “I don’t know.” It wasn’t until Yoongi - who currently fought with his leather pants - spoke up from the corner “just tell the staff to keep them here. Say Hi, see where it goes afterwards.” and while the leader and Hoseok agreed that this could come across as kind of creepy - the dancer gave it a try. He pointed to you, with the glowing green bracelet on your arm, gave them info of where you approximately were or could possibly come out. He did all he could do for them to keep you there and although you were confused, and quite frankly a little scared of what was happening, you stayed.

And god were you ready to fall on your knees and beg not to be sued with every second that passed, making up critical scenarios and what ifs in your head.

All of them were dead wrong.. You didn’t know how exactly he came to be there, but you remember him coming out in baggy pants, a loose shirt, hair that was still somewhat sweaty but at least brushed properly and he had the biggest smile as he came closer while you and a staff member were still jokingly debating whether ketchup was a smoothie or not. With a breathless “Hi.” he almost scared the living shit out of you.

“Hi” you replied, just as breathless and quite frankly confused. Both your Anxiety levels flew through the roof with each awkward second the two of you didn’t speak. It’s ironic how he wanted to tell you so much, but eventually when you were in front of him, sweat still somewhat glistening on your face and exhaustion written on it in tiny letters, he lost all his words.

It was you who, while still holding eye contact, spoke up. “So...you froze before...are you okay?” You nervously rubbed your arm, but he saw his chance. “Yeah, I’m sorry, it was kind of your fault” an awkward laugh followed from his side, making you nervously rub your arm and look down before he followed up “I got mesmerized by looking at you.” and boom, he had all your attention again. Eyes growing big at his comment. “Wait what?” - “I saw you vibe along and somehow, I don’t know. You just amazed me.” Everything after that was rambling as he tried to explain in a way that didn’t seem too forward or make you uncomfortable and apparently it worked when you let out a chuckle “You’re cute, you know that?” - “Cute enough to go on a date with me?” His sudden question left you as surprised as it did him. He didn’t think he’d do it like that, but judging from you freezing like a deer in the headlights, it was too straight forward and pointless. “Ah you kn-” - “Okay.” This time around he was the deer. And your answer? Just hit him like a car. “okay?” he replied in disbelief. “Yes, unless you don’t want to anymore?” you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. “no, I’d still love to! How does tomorrow sound?” he asked so cheerfully the change of Aura almost threw you off. “Tomorrow sounds great, I think. Afternoon or evening?” - “Brunch?” - “Could work, might not. I usually sleep in on weekends. My body just naturally ignores every alarm clock I have until 13:00…but... I could get my roommate to wake me up with water I guess.” You said sheepishly.

“So...in case your roommate DOES wake you, how does 11:30 sound?” he smiled, screaming on the inside, hoping, praying, putting all of his trust in your roommate. “Sounds great.” You smiled back and at this moment he was a goner. Almost literally, since Jungkook called for the living, breathing sun to come back, because he wanted to go already. “Wait, give me your number so we can figure more details out.” a phone was pressed into your hands. You didn’t take long to type in your number and call yourself, his smile only growing as you handed it back to him. He had your number. He did it. You gave him his number and if tomorrow was going well, he was convinced that he could die happily.

When JK called for a second time he went away though “Well, I guess I really gotta go. I’ll see ya.” he waved at you and you just copied the action, smiling widely at him. “BY THE WAY” he called out after you “YES?”- “Y/N.... The Name fits you.” - “How?” - “A BEAUTIFUL NAME FOR A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN” and with that he was out of the room, and you and the staff member went out in the other direction, with her clearly laughing as you turned as red as a tomato. A warm feeling spread all throughout you, as you walked into the cold air, excited for what was to come, while the man who just asked a total stranger out just ended up happy dancing the entire night, leaving Jimin internally screaming for deciding to room with the manic squirrel and in serious conflict of whether he was just gonna head into Taehyung's room instead. In Hindsight, he probably should have.

Back then, on that first April 7 in the Arena, you met the man who lights up even the darkest days of your life. You learnt pretty fast that it wasn’t all fun and games, and relationships with Idols are hard. Big Hit bought out dispatch when it came to you, but still, not being able to see each other properly..sometimes was difficult, when all you wanted was to cuddle.

So he left sweaters at your place, and you saw each other whenever the other was near, you two made the, partially rough, two years worth the wait and god does he love you for holding on like that.

But exactly you, or the lack of your presence, made it hard for him to concentrate on rehearsal today. Knowing it’s the same day, the same arena, but someone else in your place. You usually took the time for important dates, 100 day anniversaries and birthdays were shared. Hell, the first anniversary you took leave to visit him on tour, but the second one, you informed him you couldn’t watch from the stage like you did so many times before. “Important family stuff.” you told him and the boys knew he wasn’t his usual self. Still whooped the professional part - except for the facial expressions and while the younger ones tried to coax the sun into shining again after the first Rehearsal, it wasn’t until Yoongi snuck up behind Hoseok with a phone in hand.

While the younger ones were still occupying Hoseok, Yoongi facetimed you and held the phone close to Hobis ear and before he could register anything, he heard “HOBI!” from the other line. Resulting in the dancer getting half a heart attack before turning around, resulting in Yoongi just handing him his phone and leaving. “Baby..” you pouted as you looked at his face. “Jagi, I miss you” a pout leaving him too. “You’ll see me soon, baby. I’m sorry I can’t watch like we planned.” - “ I know, I know” he sighed on the other line and you could feel your heart break. Dying to see your man already.

“I’ll see you soon, baby, don’t worry. We can celebrate after the concert tonight. Just give your best today, and if you won’t, you know I’m gonna find out from Jimin, right?” he chuckled at that comment, giving you a bright smile afterwards. “I know, I know. I’ll try.” - “You don’t need to, you were born to do what you’re doing baby. You’ll do great as always. Just picture me in the crowd, I’m always with you in spirit when I can’t be there - and you’ll get endless cuddles and everything else in the world when we’re home so cheer up.” Needless to say, you weren’t the best in cheering people up but weirdly enough it worked as he sighed out “will do.” giving you a smile afterwards. “Good, now go practice and then - go get 'em. I’ll be off too.” - Wait. Jagi?” You raised an eyebrow. “I love you.” He grinned and you could barely get out “I love you too” before he hung up and brought Yoongi back the phone. Somehow falling into a happy dance again.

“What’s with him?” Namjoon cut in, seeing Hoseok dance between doors “Talked to Y/N” Yoongi just replied and the Leader just nodded. This was normal by now. If he wasn’t everyone else's vitamin e - on days like these you were his and while he was still bummed, the sadness was pushed back by him deciding to just do as you told and picture you there. You’d be off work or family duties or whatever emergency came in between by the time he was done. You’d still see each other. It wasn’t what he had planned and you knew it wouldn’t be, but he’d be happy either way. He was happy with everything as long as the end result was you.

So the rehearsals continued. You headed out the house shortly after facetiming him and he put on clothes, got makeup done and set on a smile, all the while still texting you “I love you” being reciprocated with “I love you too, have fun out there.” It was the last text you sent him before you shut your phone off for now. It was also the last thing he read before he got onto that stage.

And while he loved the crowd, he thought the only thing he wanted to happen tonight was for the concert to end. For now.

Until, suddenly, two years after that last April 7th, he froze up during the choreography when he saw a big green heart during Boys With Fun. He couldn’t help but giggle as he read “Hey, sorry I just got kind of mesmerized by you.”

You, ass, stood there, waving that big heart, with that same green bracelet from years ago. Leaving him as amazed and defenseless as you did exactly two years ago and the grin he had on his face as he came to his senses again was second to none. Neither was your surprised reaction as he suddenly came close to your end, jumping over the barricade and pulling you, who stood just close enough to touch, in his direction. Placing his hands on your cheeks, greeting you with a kiss as the people beside you gasped, awed and the Maknae who saw the whole thing just wiped away a fake tear whispering “they grow up so fast.”

That was definitely not how you planned on your relationship being outed, but then again, he didn’t plan to see you here tonight and you, you had a way of melting his brain and making him do things. “Hey” he then said, almost breathless, still entranced and only looking at you. “Hey” you replied smiling. “So, you kinda mesmerized me and..would you wanna..you know, date?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring the music.. “I’m sorry, I kind of have a boyfriend.” you whispered back, laughing afterwards. It was only seconds until your face was in his hands again. “Then what do you say about moving in with him?” Deer in the headlights hobi? More like deer in the headlights Y/N - and this time the truck hit you. You didn’t know much to say, just frantically nodded and he took the time to kiss you again, softly, with all these people still around, and yet, for him you were the only one.

You’ve been the only one for the last two years. You’ll stay the only one for this little eternity he gets to stay with you..

#hoseok x reader #bts fanfic #bts jhope #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok #hoseok fluff #I'm sorry for doing this to y'all #If youve made it to the end youre the goat #english isn't my native language #so Im sorry for any mistakes made #music

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

the friends we made along the way [1]

“A renowned adventurer, a wounded knight, her protégé, a fiery healer, an exasperated mage, an infamous thief, a squirrel whisperer, a double agent, a mysterious witch, a soft-spoken artist, and a perfectionist chef all go on an adventure to save the princess.

“It sounds like the opening of a bad joke, but no, rats are invading, the kingdom is in distress, and if this group of misfits don’t save the princess from the rat king, Grengresh, before he drains her magic and uses it against them… then they’re all pretty screwed.”

Y'all ever wake up and just write something completely unprompted that is 100% self-indulgent and that literally no one asked for?

Well, I do and here's the first part.

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[i] a dark and stormy night a rat scurried across the floor

The parchment remained bare, with only the exception of a wet ink dribble slowly spreading along the lower-left corner. 

Even with all the magic flowing in her veins, ready to ignite with a mere flick of her wrist, Violet still couldn’t make words pen themselves to the page. Somehow, writing a letter had become the hardest thing she’d done all day. 

First, she thought perhaps it was too stuffy within the bedroom, so she opened a window. The warm night air carried the scent of early spring-- blooming lilacs and cold soil from the gardens swirling with the early indications of rain, something lovely enough to clear her head, she thought. 

When that hadn’t worked, Violet paced about the room. With arms stretched high above her head, she then bent down to touch her toes. When that did nothing, she even spun around with as much grace as a land-stranded fish would. She thought if she could get the tension out of her shoulders, her focus would center. Then, she could write this letter. 

But, spinning around with nothing-- rather, no one to hold onto only reminded her of those long-gone days of dreaded dance lessons. 

Violet’s mouth twisted at the thought. The king thought it best she learn, as it’s something most princesses in other kingdoms excel at. 

Ben quickly realized Violet did better in other physical activities, such as archery, rather than dance. Then, once her magic grew stronger, there was absolutely no more time for dancing. At least, not that kind of dancing. 

Violet stilled, gaze stuck on the floor absently. 

Did Brody think about those days, as well? The days where after hours of archery practice, Brody took her sore hands in hers and spun them around as they laughed and embraced? Or was she too preoccupied with secret treasures hidden within abandoned caverns, with fighting off dangerous, mythical beings with the most renowned hunters? 

“You could come with me.”

A long, miserable sigh escaped as Violet plopped back down in her chair, knees brought to her chest for her chin to rest up as she stared out at the night sky, or rather, the disconsolate clouds that night sky hid behind. Judging by the dark color and the faintest rumbles of thunder, Violet predicted rain would fall over the lands of Erisonia quickly, within the hour. 

At least Ben would be pleased, Violet thought. King Ben had a thing about the rain. He saw it as a gift for their crops and gardens. While that may ring true for him, for Violet it brought bittersweet memories of that night two years ago-- the night Brody asked her to leave with her. 

Violet twirled her pen between her fingers, hesitating to dip back into the dark ink. More thunder grumbled in the distance as faint rain began to fall. Even so, Violet didn’t move to close the window. She welcomed the rain tonight. 

“You could come with me. With your magic and my grand sense of direction, we could travel the world together-- see everythin’ it’s got to offer.”

A bird with striking blue feathers fluttered in gracefully, perching itself on the window sill. It didn’t shy away when Violet reached out, instead drawn to her. The bird kept its balance on her fingers as she admired it. 

Two years, she thought. Two years since Brody left Erisonia in search of excitement, adventure, and treasure. Brody left everything and everyone behind--including Violet. Her leaving was premeditated, of course. Brody always knew she would become an adventurer one day, having let Violet know years in advance that one day she’d walk out of this kingdom in search of something greater. 

What had been a shock was that Brody wanted Violet at her side. 

At first, Violet thought it to be a joke, that surely Brody knew she could abandon Ben, the kingdom, and her other companions. 

“Why not? It’s not like we’ll never come back, and if King Ben needs ya, which knowin’ him, he will... then he’ll call.” 

Violet wanted to agree. As they stood close together, seeking shelter from the rain under the garden’s gazebo, Violet wanted to look Brody in the eye and agree. 

She wanted to go back to the castle that night and pack all her essential belonging, inform Ben that she would be leaving with Brody and that nothing would stop her, say her goodbyes to Clementine, Louis, and the other knights and companions she’s grown to love over her years, then get on Brody’s horse and ride out of the kingdom just as the sun began to rise. 

That’s not what happened, though. 

Violet made it clear that she couldn’t go-- her brother needed her by his side to run this kingdom, and the most selfish parts of her hoped that would be enough to keep Brody there with her.

But, her love’s mind was already made long before they had ever met. 

Brody, while hurt and anxious at their impending departure, didn’t push further. Instead, she took Violet’s hand in hers and pressed a long, delicate kiss against the inside of her wrist. A silent promise, they both knew. 

A promise that Brody would return for her.

She left that very next morning. 

They exchanged letters, but as time went on, Brody wrote less and less. Sometimes, Violet’s letters would be brought back as Brody wasn’t anywhere in the area she addressed anymore, and she’d have to wait weeks for her to write with apologies and a new contact address. 

Many rumors and stories began to surface about the girl, stories of the things she’s conquered. If they’re all to be believed, then there isn’t a doubt in Violet’s mind that Brody’s time was hardly wasted on letters to her. 

The bird chirped at her, fluffing up its feathers in a huff before taking flight. It moves about the room in a panic before soaring out the window. Something heavy takes hold of her gut, squeezing as she watched the bird disappear in the distance. A bright flash momentarily blinds her, and only seconds later, a deafening clap of thunder growls. The rain had gone from light to a downpour, so Violet finally closed the window to prevent her parchment from getting soaked. 

“Be safe,” she murmurs, thinking of the little blue bird who paid her a visit, then once more of Brody. 

Her empty letter mocks her, so she starts with something simple-- Brody’s name. 

Brody

Easy enough, but if only the rest of her words flowed so nicely. 

Sure, she could describe the mundane weather the past few weeks brought them, or update her on how much her archery had improved, or even detail the story of Ben accidentally firing off all the fireworks gifted to him from the kingdom of Richmond during his birthday celebration, setting the food court aflame and angering chef Omar, who then proceeded to chase Erisonia’s king around the yard with a ladle.

Violet grew tired of paint-by-number letters, but every time she sat in her chair ready to pen her feelings, it’s as if she forgot the entire language altogether. And as Violet sat there, watching rain droplets trickle down her window and listening to the angry thunder, it occurred to her that if the feelings for Brody hadn’t run so deep-- if Violet didn’t still love Brody as much as she did even after all this time-- then she could find the words, could write an easy letter inquiring of Brody’s adventures the way old friends did. 

It was that thought that terrified her.

Violet crossed Brody’s name out, then crumpled the paper. 

An erratic banging startled her, forcing a curse to pass her lips as she jerked her leg right into the hardwood of the desk.

“Violet! Vi, get up!” a familiar, muffled voice calls from the other side. Violet, that sunken feeling returning to her gut, hurried from the desk to across the bedroom and unlocked all three locks. Before she could even pull the handle, Louis forced himself in, knocking into her. 

Luckily, she was able to catch herself. Before she could open her mouth to chastise him for bothering her so late, Louis slammed the door shut, relocking it. He panted heavily, unable to catch his breath as he wheezed out her name. 

“Vi, thank God, you’re okay!” Louis wheezed out, turning to press his back against the door. “We gotta go! Grab your bow, pack up- gotta get to the tunnels!”

“What?” Violet interrupted. “No, what’s going on? What-” 

She noticed the blood caked along his forehead. The gash wasn’t too deep from what she could tell, still oozing fresh blood. Upon further inspection of his overall appearance, Louis was a mess. Blood smeared across his armor and stained the sword at his hip, his face somehow both flushed and pale all at once, and his dark eyes wide with a million thoughts. 

“Louis, what the hell happened to you?”

Louis ignored her question and checked the door once more. After a moment, he moved in closer to rest his hands on her shoulders, and that regretful look in his eye uneased her.

“Vi, Grengresh is here- there have to be about thirty rats, I-” Louis took another deep breath as tension overtook Violet’s form. “King Ben sent me and Clem to get you but- but we got jumped and she stayed behind with the others to make sure they don’t get here- They’re back for you and we- we need to go! Get you somewhere safe!”

The blood ran cold within her, but the magic flared. With teeth sunk deep into her lip, Violet searched for any indication on Louis’ features that this wasn’t real. At another clap of thunder, he flinched and peered behind his shoulder with a fearful grunt. That was more than enough for Violet. 

Grengresh-- or rather, King Grengresh, as the rats knew him-- was back for her. After his last unsuccessful attempt to steal her away in the dead of night many years ago, he came back with reinforcements. There had been word that more and more rats were showing up in the mountains, that Grengresh was forming an army, but--

Memories of that night come flooding back, paralyzing her where she stood. 

Claws digging into her thin arms, the hot, rotting breath along her neck that woke her, lips curling over fangs, and those horrifying yellow eyes staring delightfully down at her-- Grengresh’s tail whipping around to knock her down as she cried for help--

“Vi, hey,” Louis spoke, lightly shaking her shoulders. “I know. I know, but we need to move. The rats know where we are but he’s not going to get you again, we just need to- we need to get through the underground tunnels. C’mon.”

He let go of her, moving over to the closet where she kept her bow and quiver with specially handcrafted arrows. 

“Ben-” Violet choked out. “What about Ben?”

“With Clementine,” Louis answered, and his voice trembled with obvious unease. “They’re buying us time, but there’s only so much--”

“We can’t just leave them,” Violet took the bow and quiver of arrows from him, gripping them tightly. Small sparks left her fingertips, running along the bow. “We- we should help. This isn’t like last time. I’m not a kid anymore and with my magic--”

“I know, trust me, I tried to stay behind. I said the same thing but we can’t let him get ahold of you, Vi. Clem made that perfectly clear,” Louis told her. “Look, I don’t doubt you, but you know what’ll happen and I- I can’t-” he wiped at the blood dribbling down his brow, unfocused, “-they’re strong. With Clementine leading them, the rats have no chance, but we will have no chance if they take you away.” 

Something deep swelled inside of her, some sort of toxic concoction of fear, rage, and bravery that fueled the magic to spark in her palms, illuminating up her arms as she secured the quiver on her back. This caught Louis’ attention. 

“Violet, please, we have to move. Open the passageway and we can-”

The hardwood floors beneath them rumbled as an explosion vibrated through the castle. Violet’s breath caught in her throat, unable to move at the sound of crumbling walls and faint cries. 

“Oh no,” Louis panicked, unsheathed his sword, and rushed back to the door. “No, no, no, Clem-”

He froze only when the voice that haunted Violet’s nightmares drawled close from behind the door. 

“Oh, sweet princess~” Grengresh chuckles in a scratchy, singsong voice. “I can smell you hiding in there.”

The sparks grew brighter, vibrating with her accelerated and angry pulse as Violet glared at the door. 

“Even now your sweat carries your fear, sweet princess… and the boy, your protector, he cannot hide the terror and anguish. How is your heart, boy?” 

Louis gripped the handle of his sword tight, dark eyes wide. 

“How is your heart? Heavy, no doubt!” Grengresh sneers. “To leave a lover to her doom with not even a kiss goodbye- Oh, how is your heart, boy?”

The other rats joined in, laughing as they continued to claw the door. 

From beside her, Louis cursed weakly, head hung low as tears threatened to spill over. With no time to crumble under the rat king’s cruel mockery, he grabbed Violet’s free hand and winced as her magic burned him. He tried desperately to pull her back towards the wall where the secret passage was to open through her magic. 

But Violet couldn’t think of such things-- all thoughts of escape were long gone. Now, all Violet could think of was getting her hands around Grengresh’s thick, furry throat. 

“You could make this so easy for us,” Grengresh continued. 

Enthusiastic scratching tore at the door, loud and frantic. They would be through soon, and the irrational, furious side of Violet longed for Grengrash to appear for when she got her hands on him-- 

“Come with me and no more of your people have to die tonight. Not that you have many left… your poor, poor brother is going to have such a mess to clean up, and so many new knights to hire… well, assuming he’s not already dead, of course.”

Violet rushed the door, but Louis’ arms wrapped around her, jerking her back towards the other side of the room despite the sparks of magic shocking him. 

“No,” he begged in her ear. “Violet, please, we have to-”

“It’s not all bad though,” Grengresh continued, a heavy bang-- possibly from the full force of another rat’s weight-- punctuating his words. “My fellow rats have many limbs to snack upon for the ride home now!”

The other rats cackled with delight, and Violet saw nothing but white. 

The door flew off the hooks, bouncing off the bed and into the wall with a deafening sound. 

The rats were quick, but Violet was quicker, drawing her bow and charging an arrow. It flew and hit the first rat inside, now on the floor jerking about with the arrow sticking from its neck and blood staining its brown fur. 

"Vi, go! I'll-"

More rats of various colors and sizes-- five, perhaps-- all with bared teeth and nasty grins, swarmed them. Louis leaped ahead, his sword piercing a speckled rat with a broken fang who cried out and attempted to lash at him. Violet shot her charged arrows swifter than ever before-- if Brody could see her now-- and she managed to take down two more before a smaller white one tackled her to the ground. 

Drool spattered over her face at the rat nipped at the air inches from her face, only being restrained by her arm against its neck and legs kicking into its belly. Violet focused the liquid hot magic into her palm, shoving her fingers into the rat’s blood-red eyes, sending pulse after pulse into the rat’s brain. It cried out in agony before the skull shattered, and the rat fell limp over her. 

“Shit!”

Louis’ sword got stuck in the belly of a rat that pinned him against the wall. Its tail whipped around, cracking against the cement walls. Louis pushed, shoving the rat away. However, the rat gripped the sword, and with its final bits of strength, thrust its claws into his shoulder, piercing the armor. 

Louis staggered back and pushed the rat off him. The body fell, the sword sticking up for Louis to grab, but Grengresh himself got there first. The rat king’s pointed nails threatened to break the skin as he wrapped a hand around Louis’ throat, forcing him back against the wall. Another rat leaped forward and pinned the rest of his body down.

His gagging caught Violet’s attention, and in seconds she was back on her feet and lunging at Grengresh with fiery white magic swirling around her.

“Violet, no-!” Louis choked out. 

Violet was so close, but the other reminding rat intercepted, tacking her to the ground. Though she shocked him, the magic frying its insides, she couldn’t get away fast enough. Grengresh’s tail cracked along the back of her head, and Violet’s vision went in and out of the darkness. 

Grengresh smirked down at her, his yellow eyes wide and merry as he sunk his teeth deep into Louis’ shoulder, getting a tight grip before ripping away, breaking away a chunk of armor and flesh.  

Grengresh dropped him to the ground and whipped his hard tail across the back of his head. 

Louis laid there, unmoving.

“Louis! Fuck, shit- Louis!”

More rats surrounded Violet, clutched onto each of her limbs, and held her down as she struggled. Her magic, though weaker, still managed to hurt them until Grengresh’s tail slapped down on her stomach, knocking all the breath from her lungs. 

Something cold and heavy locked around her wrists, and within moments, the magic sparks fizzled out. What felt like lead weighed down her bones-- the cuffs, Violet realized much too late. They're enchanted!

“Get off!” she demanded. “Get the fuck off me!” 

“Now, now,” Grengresh cooed, amused. “That is not the language used by a princess.” 

Violet spat at him, her spit landing on the dark fur of his chest. 

“Unladylike,” Grengresh shook his head, sending his tail down against her stomach once more. “That won’t do.”

Violet coughed, hacked up what tasted like blood. Grengresh’s nose twitched high in the air. He hummed, eyeing the door.

“Help comes for you, sweet princess. Too bad they’re too late for you and the poor boy,” Grengresh said. “Don’t worry, you won’t be killed. You’re far too valuable for that.” 

Grengresh moved down on all fours now, creeping closer to her. Despite herself, Violet felt as though she were a child again, and the monster beneath her bed had come to take her away. But this time… this time Violet knew the guards wouldn’t make it in time, and Louis--

She glanced at his body, still unmoving. Blood pooled around him.

Even if her head were clear, she couldn’t describe aloud the pain she felt both within her, and along her skin. The metal cuffs soaked up all the magic she had, and with the bodies of the rats holding her down, everything burned. 

“Shredard,” Grengresh addressed the rat on Violet’s left, with dark eyes and pure black fur. “Give that concoction of yours a whirl.”

“Yes, sir,” Shredard said. 

Only a moment later, a cold cloth was placed over Violet’s nose and mouth.

No matter how hard she struggled, darkness took her. 

#[the friends we made along the way] #twdg violet #twdg brody #twdg briolet #twdg ben #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg clouis #twdg omar #twdg fanfiction #twdg fanfic

[sasarahsunshine]

Soak Up The Sun - Fun Things/Facts

My favorite thing about writing my fic so far is exploring the relationships between my OC and the team. For example, I LOVE writing Emily and Derek the most, because they definitely have brother/sister vibes, and they remind me of my relationship with my own brother. I also want that for Kassidy: to have them there as her older “siblings” in a way. I especially love how close Kassidy and Emily are becoming. 

(I’m going to be writing a lot about Kassidy’s relationships with the team so I’m gonna put a read more thing here now.)

Emily and Kassidy stay up too late talking on the phone, talking about boys (and girls) they used to like when they were younger, telling stories of embarrassing things they’ve done. They go on breakfast dates all the time, sometimes inviting the other BAU girls along, but sometimes it’s just the two of them. Emily convinces Kass to adopt a cat so her apartment won’t feel so lonely. The two of them like to go to pet stores and buy matching sweaters for their cats. They also constantly text each other dumb things that are on their minds. “I saw a fat squirrel today” “!!!no way!” Kassidy helps set up a private facebook for Emily so they can share pictures to each other (this is placed in 2010/2011 so they don’t get instagrams just yet). They love taking selfies with their cats, as well as taking pictures of the sunsets they see when on the jet. They start collecting postcards from the towns they visit and write them to each other, so when they get home they have fun mail to look at. Emily’s ringtone is the Kim Possible theme song.

And then there’s Rossi, who’s one of the team Dads(TM). I like to think Rossi sees Kassidy as the child he never had (SPOILER ALERT before Joy gets introduced to the story LMAO), so he’s extra sweet on her- and spoils her rotten. She never asks him for anything but eventually he starts buying stuff for her and paying for groceries to be delivered to her apartment and she’s like “???? what are you doing?” And he’s like “you’re my daughter now I am taking care of you.” LOL. Of course later on when Joy joins the BAU fam Rossi introduces her to Kassidy like “Joy this is my other daughter” and Joy is like “Cool I have a sister!” And Kass is like “I’m not actually his daughter tho-” “shush Kass you’re my kid, now smile for the camera.” She puts up with it and accidentally calls him “dad” once in front of everyone and it’s that whole scene from Brooklyn Nine-Nine and she’s like “no i didn’t why would I do that” lol. Rossi puts her in his phone as “Sunshine” since he’s the first one to ever call her that. She has him in as “Team Dad.” His ringtone is That’s Amore by Dean Martin. “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore~”

And then Hotch is like the other Dad(TM) who just wants to watch Kassidy and Spencer succeed at life and must protect them at all costs. Kassidy babysits for him a lot and freaking LOVES Jack. She becomes his unofficial “big sister” and lives for it. She loves taking Jack and Henry to the movies and park and is the best babysitter JJ and Hotch can find. Hotch has found her sleeping on his couch one to many times and just puts a blanket over her and lets her stay the night. He gets her coffee in the morning as a thank you for watching his son. At first she was embarrassed but eventually she gets a key to Hotch’s apartment, since he has a key to hers, and she just shows up sometimes just cause she can. She’s bad at buying groceries for herself but you bet your last dime she’s buying healthy foods for Hotch and Jack. She stocks their pantry FULL with foods, often showing Aunt Jessica where she hid the snacks so Jack (and Hotch) don’t try to get to them. She ends up with her own drawer in Hotch’s room that has some of her clothes and shower stuff in it cause of how often she’s over there. Her ringtone for Hotch is the COPS theme song LMAO.

Morgan is Kassidy’s certified Big Brother(TM) and he will hurt anyone who hurts his baby sister. He takes on the role so naturally around her and loves her for making him feel life can be normal sometimes. He has to tease her a lot about her crush on Reid, but that’s what big brothers do, ya know? The two of them like to go out for drinks and dancing when they get home from cases. Gotta remind themselves that life is beautiful and fun too. She buys Morgan a bunch of books and DVDs that she thinks he’ll like, and he always promises that he definitely read/watched them, but she knows he didn’t. Except when she buys him Tangled on DVD, telling him that it’s her FAVORITE Disney movie of ALL TIME. She knows he watched that one because she hears him humming some of the songs that got stuck in his head. They also hav the complete opposite taste in music, often fighting over what station to listen to when in the car. Usually Hotch or Emily has to tell them to knock it off or they’ll end up hitting each other (nicely). Kassidy HATES running, but she gets up at 6am on Saturdays to run with Morgan. She’s getting more stamina because of it, but she won’t admit it. Her ringtone for him is her favorite song, “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow. 

Penelope and Kassidy are besties for sure. They have girls night once a week when they can, binging on ice cream and watching lame rom-coms (Kass can’t handle secondhand embarrassment movies but she’ll watch them if Penny asks- hiding her face in her hands when those scenes are on). They like to go shopping together, hyping each other up in dressing rooms and picking out cute/colorful clothes. They always do brunch when they go shopping. They spend a LOT of money when they’re together, and have no filter whatsoever. Kassidy tends to get drunk by the end of the night if she was with Penny, which is always odd considering at the beginning of the day she swore she wouldn’t drink anything. She ends up taking a whole small chest for herself at Penny’s apartment, keeping clothes and toiletries in there. Penelope joked once that Kassidy had her stuff scattered all around the state of Virginia. She wasn’t wrong. Kassidy’s ringtone for her is “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina & The Waves. They also text cute pictures of baby animals to each other a lot. 

JJ and Kassidy love getting mani-pedi’s together. And when they’re together it’s either a whole spa day, or they’re at the firing range- there is no in between. No matter what they do, a lot of money will be missing from their accounts at the end of the day, much to Will (and Rossi’s) dismay. Kassidy see’s JJ as a sister too, but more like a twin/super close best friend type of sister, not an older sister like she see’s Emily. She’s totally a Jemily shipper (as a joke, but like <w<). They like to lay in the grass in JJ’s backyard and stare at the clouds, talking about all the places they’ll visit someday. One time they planned a whole trip to Greece, pulling out their phones and looking up ticket prices for the plane ride, hotel, sight-seeing and more. They haven’t fulfilled that trip yet, but they sometimes mention it to one another, reminding themselves that they will go. Someday. JJ’s ringtone is the opening Disney theme to every movie ever.

And then there’s Spencer <3 From the beginning she felt kind of drawn to him, his mannerisms, his love of knowledge- all of it. They like to get coffee together on their days off and trade books (Kassidy had to buy a bunch of new books recently so she had more to trade with him). She’s been to his apartment quite a few times, watching French movies and Earth Documentaries. They just like being in each others company (uwu). Kassidy probably texts Spencer the most, even though he detests texting- but that doesn’t stop him from replying. Her text tone for him is R2-D2 beeping (even though he says he’s not really a fan of Star Wars). During cases they’re almost always paired up together to work on geo-profiling and victimology, sitting close at the table with their legs just barely touching, their feet lightly pushing into each other every once in a while to remind the other that they’re still there. They’re totally NOT playing footsie (they totally are). Her ringtone for Spencer is the Star Trek opening theme. “Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship, Enterprise.”

Kassidy hasn’t met some of the other fun characters of the show yet, but eventually she’ll love all of them too <3 This fic takes place in season 6, after Hayley dies and right before Emily “dies,” ;) ANYWAYS I wanted to rant about this a little so um, thanks if you read it? LOL. Let me know what you guys think? <3

#Kassidy Hughes #Criminal Minds OC #Criminal Minds #Aaron Hotchner #Hotch #David Rossi #Rossi #Derek Morgan #Morgan #Spencer Reid #Reid #Dr Spencer Reid #Emily Prentiss #Prentiss #JJ #Jennifer Jareau #Penelope Garcia #Garcia #Jennifer JJ Jareau #BAU #The BAU #Criminal Minds fam #Original Character #Spencer x OC #AO3 fanfic #AO3fic #AO3 #Criminal Minds fanfic #Slow burn fic #Soak Up The Sun

[yangyeet]

Is This Heaven (pt. 1)

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (ft. friends!Jisung & Donghyuck)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished. Preview Here; Part 2 Here; Part 3 Here!

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate's name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Word Count: 3K

You didn’t really know the reason why, but the predicament seemed to be boiling at the back of your head more than ever before. No one had answers for you and every time you would try to ask questions, someone would always be there to brush you off. 

It was always, “you’re too young to know,” or, “don’t ask questions and just do what the universe says.” The same repetitive mantras were circling around your head like the pestering birds that would spin around a cartoon character’s head.

Rolling off your bed, you got up once again and walked up to the mirror in your room. Almost as if in a trance, you raised your arms up to inspect them. There was nothing. Not a single mark or tattoo. 

Lifting your leg up as far as your flexibility allowed you to, which you admittedly needed to work on, you checked for any signs there. Nothing. Was there a spot that you or your parents had missed over the years? Apparently not.

You had always hoped that it was a mistake. Maybe the heavens had something different in store for you. Perhaps you’d be one of the YA novel heroines who would break the odds and be the rare individual who’d be special. At least that’s what you’d say to console yourself. 

Disappointment was the only real emotion that was keeping you company right now, like a deviant who covered you with a warm blanket and attempted to coax you by telling you how different you were from everyone else.

You had always imagined what it would be like having a soulmate assigned to you. Girls around your age would always brag about who their soulmate was. They’d proceed to pull out their sparkly, diamond rings and boast about how lucky they were. But that would lead you to always wonder: what if you got paired off with some stuck-up, nosy asshole? You wouldn’t put it past the universe to pull a trick like that if it had been given a chance. 

In fact, the scenario was pressing down on your mind so much that you couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to contain your agitation, you plopped back down to your bed and dialed your best friend, Jisung Park. You appreciated Jisung’s presence and hoped that he would be able to provide you some comfort. 

Although you could tell that he also had his own worries and thoughts swarming around his mind, you often felt relieved that he was willing to listen to you and console you every single time. This wasn’t the first time you’d contact him for this issue either.

In the rules for soulmates, there was no exact command about sharing your status with a friend, or your own immediate family for that matter. Therefore, it made sense that Jisung had known about your situation ever since you had met. You’d trust the boy with your own life if you had to. 

After the first ring had passed, Jisung picked up the phone. “I was in the middle of Tiger King?! What do you want?” Although he was acting annoyed by your call, you could tell that he was just joking around. 

“Finally got to that movie?” He hummed. “Um, well, it’s about my situation.”

“Oh…”  His voice softened down several tones and you could hear him shift on his sofa. The only thing that was heard on the line for a bit was soft breathing and the sound of the door slamming. “Stay on the line with me. I’m coming over with some popcorn I made.”

“You? Make popcorn?” You tried to joke, although your heart really didn’t feel as into it. 

He whined on the call. “Listen, I only burned the kitchen down once! Once, alright?” 

Jisung’s house was down the street from yours so you immediately kicked the sheets down and tumbled off the bed, nearly falling down in the process as you stumbled to your front door. The bell rang several times when you opened the door and you frowned, seeing Jisung smirking at you. 

“I hate you,” you said before eyeing the popcorn bowl in his hand. “Plain?” 

“Love you. And cheddar,” he answered before handing you the snack. 

“Upstairs?” You nodded as you guys headed up to your room. Jisung made himself comfortable, jumping onto your bed and wrapping himself in the blankets like a caterpillar. “What’s up?” He asked as you snatched your pillows from under him and laid down. 

“Well...I’m just scared. It’s...scary. Just thinking that maybe I’ll be lonely forever. You know what the legends say about people without tattoos who confessed to someone they liked,” you shuddered, imagining the horrors you’d heard. Jisung nodded. 

“So don’t fall in love.” 

You deadpanned. “You’re saying that like it’s the easiest thing in the world. What if I do? What’s it like, falling in love?

Jisung’s eyes sparkled at your question so much that he broke out of his cocoon and soared to the bowl of popcorn in your arms.  “(Y/n), it was the coolest thing ever! I didn’t expect myself to get paired with anyone good, but I was little so I really didn’t care as long as I could eat whatever. We do have our ups and downs though so it’s not always the best. But we manage.” His closed his eyes and put his hands over his heart in a melodramatic way and you couldn’t help but to chuckle in amusement. 

“Cute.” Before he could move away, you pinched his cheeks. He puffed them out and then stuck his tongue out playfully, moving back to his little blanket. “You know, you look like a squirrel when you do that.”

“Do I really? Jaemin says the same thing.”

“Who?”

“My best friend.”

“I was unaware of this...Jae dude. I thought I was your best friend,” you scoffed, slightly looking off to the side. 

“Drama queen. You are, sometimes.”

Taking the nearest pillow, you threw it at him and held your arms to shield your head at the retaliation that was surely to come. When you didn’t feel the impact of a pillow, you slowly lowered your hands, peeking to see if he was playing a trick on you. Instead, you were met with a camera flash. 

“You look perfect,” he snorted before showing you the picture. If you could determine anything by looking at the picture, it was far from perfect. Your hair was ruffled messily from lying in bed, eyes squeezed shut, arms hovering over your hand, and- ooh was that an old pizza stain on your shirt? You peered down to see that yes, it was a stain. That wasn’t very flattering. You groaned and tried to rub off the mess, before turning back to the boy on your bed. 

“Um, I hope you aren’t sending that to someone.”

“Maybe...it’s fine, he doesn’t know you and your face is covered!” He hit send before you could refute and childishly stuck his tongue out at you. 

“I called you over to make me feel better,” you groaned. Now, whoever he sent that to would forever know you as the girl with the pizza stain on your shirt. That wasn’t a very appealing title to be known for. Honestly, you would’ve preferred something like The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It sounds majestic and more stylish than whatever gig you had going.

There wasn’t much time to overthink, however, as his phone vibrated only seconds after he sent the picture. You looked at him. “I wanna see.”

Feeling guilty for his early actions, he scooted over to move beside you and opened up the snap, seeing a black screen in response. The captions below had you choking on air. “Who’s that girl with the pizza stain on her shirt?”

You glared at Jisung who raised his arms defensively. “Hey, not my fault! Gotta keep the streak going, you know.” He snatched his phone above your head and typed a response before sending it. It didn’t take long for the other mystery boy to reply. 

This time, the phone was within your sight and you looked at his snap. The boy had sent a side picture of his face, just enough so that you could see his pink, cotton-candy dyed hair and his dark eyes. He had written one line under his picture. “Don’t worry, I’m not going for her. I’m just tryna know who took my baby away from me.” Following his message, you could see variations of heart emojis spammed throughout the snap, which made you wonder how fast the boy has his response ready.

“His baby?” You scoffed. “Excuse me, I knew you first.” Possessively reaching over, you fluffed his hair and pulled him into a quick hug. 

“I’m don’t belong to any of you. And he chose to call me baby before you,” he defended himself and then began to smirk. “Also, wanna mess around with him?” Nodding, you took his phone from him.

You turned the camera around to focus on yourself and decided to send a picture of yourself in the same manner that he had. Positioning the camera to capture the side of your face, you ruffled a couple of strands of your hair as fake side bangs. To add an extra twist, you put the index finger of your other hand on your lips. Jisung just watched with humor at your actions. 

Taking the picture, you showed it to him. “Good?” 

He smiled. “Oh my god! My little child, all grown up! Damn~” 

You playfully shoved his shoulders and then focused your attention back on the image. Deciding on a caption was difficult in general, but you came up with one pretty quickly. “This is Pizza Stain Girl. Can I see your face?” You nearly patted yourself on the back for the bold approach and hit send. You didn’t really know why you were playing around with this strange boy, but he seemed interesting enough. At the very least, he was distracting you from your predicament. You’d take this any day over being stressed. 

As expected, the mysterious boy sent you another snap almost immediately. Jisung craned his neck over your shoulders to look at the response. Unfortunately for you, you opened the notification only to see the boy sending a picture of the bottom half of his face with his mouth in a grin. “I’ll send it only if I see you first.” You read the caption aloud before slamming the phone on your soft blankets. Owner of said phone nearly slammed into your hand, grabbing for his phone. He cradled it as if it were the baby from the lion king. 

“No! My phone!”

You were covering your face with your hands. You had only seen two pictures of this boy, not even decent pictures, and you were nearly whipped for him. Even with your eyes closed, you could imagine his soft pink hair bouncing with each step he would take, his smile bright enough to blind the sun. His skin looked slightly tanned from the angle of the photo he had taken. And his lips - oh god, his lips. They were slightly glossy and a darker shade of pink in comparison to his hair, as if he had applied chapstick right before taking the image. You could almost imagine how his lips would feel. Almost.

Jisung snapped his fingers in front of your face and you looked at him. “Stop daydreaming, beauty queen. You gonna reply to him?” 

He handed you his phone again and you took a selfie. Or rather, you took several selfies and chose the one that you find to be the best. It was a process of trial and error that had your best friend rolling his eyes back and sighing heavily. “It’s just a picture!”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “iTs jUsT a PiCtuRe,” you mocked him. He huffed a quiet drama queen under his breath before laying back and watching you contemplate what to say. “Ok, I’ll just say hi and hope for the best.” Taking a deep breath of courage, you sent the message and shoved the phone back to Jisung. “I can’t watch.”

He laughed. “It’s not that deep. Oh look: a reply. It’s his face. Here, look at it.”

Slowly, you dared yourself to look at the screen and felt blood rush to your face. Oh dear god, he was so handsome. You could now clearly see him in the image before you. He looked like he was sculpted by god himself, created for the heavens itself. The caption below convinced you even more. “You’re gorgeous, baby.” The nickname had your heart fluttering, even though you probably should’ve been repulsed by a stranger flirting with you. It seemed so natural though. 

“Jisung Park. Who is he? I need to know for a friend.” 

He backed away from you, looking slightly disgusted. “Ew, first of all, he’s my friend. Second, you don’t wanna get involved with him. Trust me.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

He glanced down at your arm before shaking his head. “I just want you to stay safe and not do something stupid. Also, he’s Jaemin. Na Jaemin.”

 Before he could even finish saying the boy - Jaemin’s - name, you fished out your phone from the depths of your pocket and pulled out snapchat. “Share.” 

He sighed again, turning his phone off. “No, this is dangerous. You’re falling for him.” 

You shook your head. “Falling? In love? You know I can’t do that. I’m just admiring him from a healthy distance.” 

“Listen, find him if you want. I’m not going to be responsible.” 

You huffed and sat back on your bed, grabbing the discarded bowl of popcorn and sitting back. Although you’d give up when it came to Jisung, knowing how stubborn he was, you had other sources. 

You sent Jisung off the next day after an abrupt sleepover. Things weren’t as awkward after the last interaction thanks to you dropping the subject, but you weren’t done with it. You knew some of Jisung’s friends back from when you were in school and you knew that they might be willing to provide you a little more info, especially considering they didn’t know your little situation. 

Putting on your coziest outfit, you did a once-over in front of the mirror, checking to see if any marks had appeared in the night and then frowned at the obvious let-down. Putting your hair into a quick bun, you ran down to put on some sneakers and raced out of the house to the person who you knew could help you best: Haechan.

Haechan’s real name was Lee Donghyuck but he preferred to go by what he referred to as his “super dope, completely original street name.” He was always the life of the party and a social butterfly who knew just about everybody. However, he was pretty observant and you knew you had to be cool with your little game around him. He was great at keeping secrets, so you knew you had chosen the right person when you showed up to his door, noticing him leaning comfortably against the frame with a lazy smile.

“What’s bothering you, darling?” He asked sweetly, the words flowing out of his mouth like honey. 

You felt warm at his concern and walked into his apartment. “Well, there’s something I want to ask,” you started. 

“Hm. I’m listening.” 

You plopped down onto his couch and took one of the sugar cubes in the bowl on the table next to you.

“I’m trying to find someone. Socials, status, anything,” you confessed. 

He raised his eyebrows. “You? Want dirt on someone?”

“Not exactly dirt,” you responded. “More like...I want to know about this person.”

“Oh, okay. What’s his name?”

“Jaemin.” 

His mouth nearly dropped at your response. “Darling, why-I mean, what do you want to know?”

He seemed to show a similar reaction to when you had asked Jisung, which set off a red flag in your mind, but you ignored it thinking that it was nothing.

“Like I said, any kind of info you have. Lay it on me,” you responded. 

“Well, his name is Na Jaemin. Korean. Born on August 13, 2000. His instagram...here, give me your phone and I’ll give his snapchat and number to you too,” he swiftly recited, as if the whole statement was scripted and burned into his memory. 

You handed him your phone and poked his shoulder. “Damn, you know his whole autobiography. You know him?” 

“No-” He denied quickly, shoving your phone back to you. “If that’s all you want…”

“Wait, you know where he’s from?” 

He stuttered and you lowered your eyes. Haechan definitely knew something he wasn’t telling you. It was odd that he was showing you such a weakness so soon and you could feel the strange feeling engulf the room. You never felt this vibe around him. The air turned cold and the boy suddenly started to scare you. 

“No. Now, I gave you what I know. I have a client coming over soon.” His voice was firm. The message he wanted to convey echoed clearly in the room. I’m done. Go away. 

But clearly, you came too far to stop. In fact, why would he not tell you more if he gave you everything else?

“Donghyuck,” you used his real name, “What are you hiding?” 

His aura was intimidating, but you wouldn’t back down. He looked like he was about to say something else, but you both jumped when you heard a loud noise outside,

A shiver ran down your spine as you heard the apartment door behind you guys unlock. 

“Shit, hit me up with some gauze man.”

Turning around, you nearly passed out. There, right in front of you, was the man who you had been inquiring about, in the flesh. His pink hair was just as you imagined. Fluffy, soft, and looking as if it had been pulled on a lot. His nose was scrunched and his teeth bit down on his lower lips. You took a deep breath and looked further down to see his arms wrapped around his waist as he hobbled over to the couch you were sitting in. 

Haechan looked just as shocked at his appearance and looked back and forth between you guys. “Ugh-let me get it.” He ran to the bathroom, mumbling curses and insults at the timing of the boy. 

You didn’t care much about your mumbling friend. The injured boy sat down beside you, slightly wincing in pain before shining you one of his award winning smiles.

“Baby, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jaemin.”

#nct #nct dream #nct au #nct dream au #na jaemin #nananana #BATMAN #jaemin yay #is this heaven #kinda an intro #i know jaemin didn't get a lot here #but you get a bit of a backstory #also best friend #park jisung #and #lee donghyuck #or haechan #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #park jisung is that best friend we all need #watching netflix but will drop it for you #i wrote this at like 10 pm someone help lol #this is the most i've written #part 2 coming out on sunday #fair warning #it will be angsty #and action filled #did i give anything away in the story yet? #theories appreciated #also criticism like plz hit me up fam

[ninjakasuga]

Sonsal Celebration Year 2, Day 7

On the seventh day of the Sonsal celebration hosted by @boundforfreedomsonsal we have the prompt of peace. Something I’m sure many of us would have loved to have seen the Freedom Fighters get to enjoy when their respective series came to an end. Sadly the screw-ups of Archie Comics, Ken Penders well being Ken Penders, and a little of Sega’s own mishandling caused us to never truly see Sonic, Sally and Co. have their day of peace canonically. Luckily we fans can fix that.

PEACE: 

“...It brings me great pleasure to formally announce the end of the war started by Julian Kintobar, aka Dr. Robotnik, and perpetuated by his counterpart Dr. Eggman. Any and all allies of the two Empires created by these evil men have also been dealt with, leaving no one seeking to resume their mantle. Not only has this long, and difficult conflict finally over-.” Pausing in her speech, Sally took a lungful of air, but her smile never waned, as she also purposefully dragged out the pause to reign in the audience more. “All the nations of Mobius, be they any species of Mobians, or Humans have signed a hopefully lasting peace accord to not only end any potential future conflict but bring all the peoples’ of Mobius together as they never have before.” Despite prepping herself to keep her emotions in check, Sally found her eyes moisten but she kept a straight face, save for the smile widely forming as she couldn’t hide her joy. “We don’t have to live in fear anymore, and our world is truly free from tyranny. Everyone gathered here or not, thank you for your contributions. Now… LET’S CELEBRATE WE ALL EARNED IT!!”

At Sally’s last words, the crowds gathered before the stage in front of Castle Acorn hollered and cheered. After ten-plus years of living in fear of an evil scientist and his armies; the planet Mobius was free at last. Watching her people be happy made Sally’s heart glow with a warmth she didn’t know she needed. Bowing her head she turns from the podium and walks over to where her friends waited for her; especially a certain Hedgehog with a matching wedding band on his finger just like hers. As she wiped her eyes Sonic took a few steps to meet the distance, instantly his arms were around her for a hug and their lips met for a quick, but sweet and loving kiss.

Once it broke, her dear childhood friend, lover, and husband all rolled-into-one flashed one of his well-known grins. “Way past speech Sal.” “I started to nearly cry at the end.” She giggled, rubbing her eyes some more. “You’d think after all my practice I could have nailed it better.”

A familiar hand rested on Sally’s shoulder, with a soft southern drawl reaching her ears. “Aw heck Sally-girl, so you started to mist a little. Nobody will blame ya’ I mean fer’ Pete’s sake you did just announce the end to a nearly thirteen-year war we’ve been fighting since we were kids.”

Bunnie’s husband, Antoine moving to stand beside his wife, and as always holding her hand, gave a nod with his own smile. “Oui, as my dear beloved put it, no one would be zee upset at you being over the joy with the war’s end.”

Moving over a young two-tailed fox wrapped his arms around Sally’s waist, giving a squeeze before looking up so his gaze could meet Sally’s. A smirk mirroring Sonic’s adorning his face. “I think what we’re getting at Sally is, you did great, so don’t think you messed up the speech for getting misty-eyed.”

With a loud, merry chuckle Rotor merely crossed his arms as he walked closer himself, the old gang gathering once again. “I think I’m going to have to stand by the others in saying you did great Sally. Personally, even after my stint as a council member, I’d have choked up half-way through that.”

Unable to help herself, Sally giggled, enjoying the banter as she looked at her husband and friends with a playful smirk. “What is this, pick on Sally after her speech day?”

As if on cue, Nicole materialized from a nearby emitter, and reached over to pet Sally’s head. “Maaaaybe, we all just love you and wish you still are too hard on yourself. Your speech was lovely, to the point, but also if I may add, the start of the tears I think helped the audience accept this was ‘finally’ over.”

Looking at the faces of her dearest friends, Sally internally acknowledged they were right, and simply held her arms out. “Freedom Fighters… one last group hug? As a team?”

Without a word, the band of friends all formed a group hug with Sally at the center. A multitude of emotions coursing through each of them as their bond as friends and Freedom Fighters held them together and steered the course of their lives as much as the war that forced them to grow up so fast. One by one, not an eye was dry as happy tears began to leak from everyone and their mutual holding of one another tightened but never enough to cut off oxygen.

“D-do you think now that the fighting’s over we won’t see each other much anymore?” Murmured Tails in a soft voice as the thought crossed his mind. It was one that briefly flared when they first thought they won after Robotniks’ defeat. Of course, now things were so different than it was back then. He had his parents whom he was still making up for lost time with. Rotor still had family in the Tundra waiting for him. Sonic, Sally, Bunnie, and Antoine were married and could now start their own lives. Nicole was probably gonna be busy since she now had a bio-nanite living body and could have her own life beyond the administrator of the city and the nanite colony.

Reaching over, Sonic ruffled the head-fur of the fox he deemed his little brother affectionately. “Heck to the no there li’ bro. We all might do our own things for a bit but we ain’t gonna just treat the other like strangers.” Eye twinkling he eased from the group hug to wrap his arms around Tails and give him an affectionate noggie. “Plus don’t forget you’re big brother to Manik and Sonia. That means you’ll see us plenty since Sal and I are also on tap babysitters from time to time like you are.”

This seemed to assure the fox while smiled and wiped his eyes, his expression much cheerier now. “Heh, good point, us big brothers gotta help teach the li’ sibs right?”

“That’s the spirit!”

Giggling, Bunnie smiled at the scene of brotherly love and looked over to Antoine, a crafty, yet loving gaze sent his way. “Now that we know no boogie-man is gonna pop outta th’ ground. I’m all for enacting our plans for extended second-honeymoon Sugah-Twan.”

At the mention of this idea, the coyotes’ eyes twinkled as he held up his wife’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Oui, oui  my love, I am how do you say..? ‘All-in’ on this idea.”

The rabbit’s own eyes sparkle with love and plans, lots of future plans. “Maybe we could start planning for our own li’ brood?” When her husband’s only response was to blush but nod his head vigorously, Bunnie laughed and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you, ya’ you big sweetie!”

“Going for kids already?” Inquired Rotor with a raised eyebrow, and a smile.

“We’ve been discussing it a lot, and frankly being a Mom is something I wanna be, so why not?” Bunnie giggles, her cheeks flushed as she rubbed her belly longingly. “I got all mah parts flesh again, and we don’t gotta fight, so dreams and rest of our lives here I come!”

“Speaking of extended honeymoon’s…” Sally walks over and hugs Sonic from behind. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Nodding, Sonic rested his hands over hers around his waist. “Yeah, we didn’t exactly get to have one. Just a long weekend to ourselves.” Rubbing his chin, Sonic began to ponder on where they could go. With the planet free now, sans any areas in need of rebuilding the sky was the limit.

Then a thought hit him, with a grin he urges Sally to follow him. The two make their way over to another group of friends who were like they had been, celebrating. “Yo Knux’!”

Hearing his nickname, Knuckles the Echidna looked away from the discussion he was having with Vector and Julie-Su. Spying the Hedgehog and Squirrel-munk coming his way. “What’s up Sonic?”

“Can Sal and I borrow your island for our proper honeymoon?”

“Excuse me?” His spines bristled mostly on reflex to anyone mentioning doing, well anything with his island.

Knowing how easy it was for Sonic to antagonize Knuckles without trying, Sally interjected. “What he means Knuckles, is could we visit Angel Island and just… have our honeymoon there? We’d stay out of the way, we’ve just never, been there without some crisis going on. All the different biomes and vistas just scream to be explored and enjoyed.”

“Plus given it flies over the planet the views off the edge are gorgeous.” Quipped Sonic, who now clapped his hands together and bowed his head humbly. “C’mon Knux it’s the perfect place for newlyweds to get lost and have a good time.”

Covering her mouth, Julie-Su snickered. “Oh, you bet it is.”

Picking up on this, Sally smirked widely. “Oh? Maybe you can give us some tips?”

Running with the topic, Julie kept on still smirking widely if her cheeks were now a bit pinker. “Well, not per se Knuckles and I’s make out spots but I can recommend some. Although one mutual spot I must, ‘must’ recommend is this tiny waterfall that has a small spot where an overhanging rock creates this gap big enough for two people to stand inside without being constantly pelted with water. Hmmm..” Her cheeks brightened and her body fidgeted with the memory. “Nothing like standing under the falls with your man behind you, wailing-.” Putting a hand over his ears, Vector turned away, loudly and in a very grumble-y voice chanted. “La-la-la-la I can’t hear youuuu!”

“Walkers alive Julie!” Knuckles exclaimed his muzzle beat red as he gently grasped his girlfriend by the arm. “I don’t think anyone needs to know those details!”

Both Sally and Sonic snicker, and yet also mentally filed away this idea and would get the exact location from Julie later. Refocusing, Sonic reached over to pat Knuckles on the shoulder. “So joking aside, whaddya say Knux? It’s your call but it’d be a way-past cool favor. You know we won’t disturb anything nor go where we shouldn’t.”

“Please? We’ll owe you and Julie.” Sally added, trying to sweeten the deal with the cute-eyes routine and a pouty lip.

After just staring at the two with his usual impassive expression, Knuckles let out a long sigh but then smiled. “What the heck, sure. Consider it a done favor anyway since you guys helped bail me and the island out a number of times-OW!” At a sudden pinch, he looked at Julie. “What was that for?”

“They were gonna owe us a solid and you dismissed it? Knuckles, honey, my one and only…” She cups his face, and pinches his cheeks. “You always accept being owed a favor back! Think about the possibilities!”

“Ow, ow, ow sorry!”

Laughing, Sonic waved a hand. “Consider the favor still on, and thanks a million!” He insisted, figuring he should offer if to help Knuckles out of his situation with Julie in thanks for letting them stay on Angel Island.

“You won’t even know we’re there! Promise!” Sally quipped, giving both Echidnas a hug. “Thank you so much!”

Rubbing his nose, Sonic couldn’t help but smile as he looked around at his friends and the gathered crowds all celebrating. It took a long time, and probably more sacrifices than he would have liked, but finally, they had peace.

He closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer to the fallen, those he knew and those he didn’t. He wasn’t a religious sort but the departed were owed respect. He hoped they could rest easier now, just as those still alive could now truly live their lives to the fullest.

#Sonsal #Sonally #Sonsal Celebration #boundingforfreedom #boundingforfreedomsonsal #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Archie Sonic #Bunnie D'Coolette #Antoine D'Coolette #Tails #Rotor Walrus #Knuckles the Echidna #Julie-Su #Vector the Crocodile #Nicole the Holo-Lynx #prompt #peace #Sonsal Years 2

[hillstonhq]

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 !

things said in our discord chat, taken entirely out of context and compiled by chris. let your creativity really flow with this one !

what did i do last night?

she was being a lil savage last night.

second of all, he's needy and STUPID.

holy dick? 

he really labelled his own nipple.

now i have an organised headache instead of a regular headache.

i am not their homie, i gathered that real quick. 

he went dark, but in the not-sexy way.

hey demons, it’s ya boi.

assholes are seldomly missed when they are dead.

they’re covered in blood and i still wanna lick them clean.

i beg you to stop.

next time die alone, demon.

i can’t take another day in hell.

i don’t even like his music but i’m sticking around for the drunk mess.

lasagne on a sandwich? god tier.

iI’m getting drunk, it’s all i can do.

i don’t do nuts when they’re not on a man, sorry.

his best friends and a middle age man.

this is the sin place.

we need to say stupid things faster.

welcome to hell.

snitches don’t get sex.

{name}’s literally caught with {pronoun}/‘re pants down.

lifeboat from heathers came on and i got triggered.

i thought he had some bland white boys name like thomas.

she/he/they was drunk and she’s/he’s/they’re very stupid.

what’s a dumb kiss between friends in kindergarten? 

don’t talk about cross fit in my house.

you’re underestimating how weak i am.

sometimes you gotta take a writing break and do a handstand.

but i said larry, i love it.

i bought a bottle of lime soda water and honestly, this stuff looks radioactive.

i'm looking through a gay lens is all.

be a sinner, {name}, come on.

but now he is sending me audio files of him singing the ratatouile song.

i’m not sure what they expected. insults? physical violence?

all i remember from their last fight is {name} claimed they birds stopped singing because {name} walked in the room.

he had the snacks and drinks planned and everything.

good night, demon wife.

i won’t succumb to his pelvic sorcery.

it’s just a dull ache now, finally.

they’re pure of heart, dumb of ass.

it’s crackhead hours for me right now.

i fell down the stairs and my cousins told me to shhhh.

i did have to trash my own child.

i’m cursive singing.

{name} is old playboy/girl magazine trash.

it’s called a case of the straights.

you’ve heard of squirrels in my pants now get ready for {your text here}.

i would have murdered you in your sleep and you know it.

{name} broke her/him/them, but not in the fun way either.

go up the stairs backward, pretend you’re possessed.

literally, murder is the way right now.

okay leprechaun, you good?

i literally locked my phone again after reading that.

i didn’t intentionally start it, okay?

#hillston.meme

[angelofhell-666]

Hail Hydra part 2

words- 1,687

Warnings- none.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Slowly I open my eyes and notice that somehow during the night I ended up lying down. I move my head around and rub my eyes and when I take my hands away I look up and notice I feel asleep in Buckys lap. He must still be asleep because his head is thrown back with his mouth open.

I look down and see that also at some point there was a blanket thrown over me and I notice a heavy weight on myside. Of course it was Buckys metal arm draped over me. How the hell am I supposed to get up.

As I tried to slide of the couch towards to floor I start to push his arm back at the same time trying not to wake him. I started to feel him stir a bit and that’s when I slipped and completely fell onto the floor between the couch and coffee table. Must have been a loud thud because both boys woke up.

“Why you gotta be so loud? Cant you tell people are sleeping…” Sam’s husky voice stirred as he pulled the blanket over his head.

As I sat up I noticed Bucky’s hands were down in front of me, “Here let me help you.” I looked up at him.

I took both his hands as he pulled me back onto the couch. “You alright doll?”

“Yea I’m fine. I just didn’t want to wake you.” I laughed.

“Your fine doll. I’m a light sleeper anyways.” He smiled.

“I’m uh sorry I fell asleep on ya.” I looked down.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about. It was actually comfortable.”

We both sat there just starring at one another until I broke the silence. “So uh wanna go eat?”

“Screw it.” I looked at Bucky in confusion as he came forward and pulled my face towards his as our lips crashed.

I closed my eyes as I brought my hands up to grab his face as we both got lost. He then slowly pulled away as we were both out of breath and I rested my forehead against his. As we pulled away there were a few stray sparks of lightening between us.

We both laughed. “Wow…well that was…great.” I spoke up.

“It really was. Sorry I just couldn’t wait anymore to do that.” He spoke up as his eyes opened and met mine.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about doll.” I mimicked him as he laughed.

“Breakfast is ready…if you guys eat that sorta thing.” Gramps spoke up from the kitchen.

Sam pulled the blanket down from his head as he yelled back, “Hey man that was my line!”

Bucky and I got up and walked towards the kitchen. As we were passing Sam still in the recliner he pulled the blanket right off him. “C’mon Sammy that hangover won’t get any better without food.”

“C’mon man it’s cold!” he yelled as we walked away.

~~

After breakfast and we got all dressed all four of us sat out on the back deck with my laptop trying to figure out where this hydra base could be.

Gramps made us lemonade and Bucky brought out the tray with glasses and the pitcher of it.

“We need to go back to the tower and get our gear before we raid any base first.” Sam said as he sat back with his arms crossed. “And in all honesty, I’m not sure how we’re going to do that.”

Not looking away from my computer, “Gramps you have any ideas on how to get into that tower unnoticed? I mean it’s not like they will kick us out but hydra probably has eyes all over it.”

“There is a way. Not sure if you guys will like it though.” Gramps spoke up as he lifted his lemonade to his lips.

“Anyway is better than being shot at.” Bucky spoke up.

“Going underground through the sewers is your best bet.” A women with dark hair pulled up into a tight bun spoke as she came walking from the gate of the backyard.

I took my eyes off the computer and stood up moving in front of Gramps with lightening coming from my hands.

“Maria! It’s been awhile girl!” Sam said as he stood up and moved towards her as she came closer to the deck.

I looked at her confused and glanced back at Gramps. “She’s an old friend. You can trust her.”

I nodded my head as I relaxed and my lightening went away. She approached me and I noticed she had a briefcase with her. She held out her hand in front of me. “Maria Hill. It’s finally nice to properly meet you Y/N. Your Gramps here talks a lot about you.”

I extended my hand and shook hers in return. “I wish I could say the same.” As I laughed.

Bucky got up and grabbed a chair from the other side of the deck and brought it to the table for her to sit. “Thank you.” She sat down and put her case on the table in front of her.

“How much do I owe you for fixing it up?” Gramps spoke up.

“Nothing Captain. Anything for an old friend.” She smiled softly.

“So you suggest that we go underground? Will they be expecting us to?” Sam asked.

“They shouldn’t. Tony and the team are pretty much the only people that knew there was an emergency tunnel system just in case. So you guys should be in the clear.” She spoke up. She opened up the case and pulled out a blue print and shut the case back up.

She laid it out on the table in front of us to look at. “I’ll be the eyes up top to make sure you guys get in and out undetected.”

“I sure hope we can get in and out. Because all we have for weapons is Sam’s small pistol. Which is basically for women.” Bucky laughed as he looked over at Sam.

“Hey man don’t hate. This helped us yesterday.” He laughed back.

“Y/N you have to make sure you don’t use your power because they have high tech stuff that can detect that.” Maria looked at me as she spoke.

I nodded. “So we pretty much have Sam’s pistol and Bucky’s metal arm. I mean I have strength but it’s nothing compared to Gramps.”

“And you did those martial arts classes and stuff growing up so make sure you use those skills if need be.” Gramps spoke up.

“True.”

I could sense Bucky get tense next to me. “We can’t let any of us get captured. We won’t make it out alive this time. And if they find out my brain is clear of the Winter Soldier, they will for sure kill me. We have to do this as carful as possible.”

I looked over at him and grabbed his hand with mine. “I won’t let that happen to ya.”

We both locked eyes. We then got interrupted by Maria. “There’s also something else you guys have to grab. If you go to my office on the 54th floor there’s gifts in there for you guys.”

All three of us looked at one another, “Gifts? What is this Christmas?” Sam spoke up.

“No. It’s your new tac gear. I’v been making them for you guys since I found out Sam took on the role of Captain America. Y/N, yours is there to. I made a few new adjustments to yours since it got ruined.”

I nodded. “Grab what you need and we can head out in 10.” The three of us stood up as we walked into the house.

I went into my room to grab a few tac knives I had and I sat on my bed putting them in my boots as Sam walked in and took a seat next to me.

He must tell I’m nervous. “It’ll be okay Sparky. I know this is pretty much your first time working with others but you can trust us. And Maria. She’s a great person,”

“I’m not nervous about working with you guys. I’v heard a lot about you guys from Gramps. I pretty much trust you guys with my life. I’m just worried about Buck. What if they get ahold of him again?”

I looked down with my legs jumping up and down. “They won’t. You and I will make sure of it. We can’t let them take him. I know his Winter Soldier is gone but he’s right. If they find out it’s gone then they will kill him.”

I looked at him, “We can’t let that happen. He just got his life back.”

He smiled at me, “I know Sparks. But he has something he didn’t have before that will keep him fighting.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“You. I can tell you already keep him grounded. Hell, last night was the first night he hasn’t had nightmares since I’v known him.”

“I see how you guys are with each other already. Even if you both don’t know yet it is love.” I felt my cheeks get hot as I looked down. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re a good kid Sparks. Even if you don’t know it yet you both help each other. Almost like your both meant for each other.  Your Gramps is real proud of you.”

“I know. I just don’t want to let him down. Either of them.” I looked back at him.

“You won’t. Plus how do you think I feel?” he laughed, “He handed his shield off to me.”

We both laughed. “Yea I feel like a squirrel would be better than you.”

We both got up and hugged one another. “Everything will be alright today Sparky.”

Little did we know Bucky was listening outside the door with a smile on his face. She might do anything to protect him but he will do anything also to protect her. Not just because she’s Steve’s granddaughter but Steve was right, she is the love of his life.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel imaine #marvel fan fic #marvel fic #reader insert

[issabakugodrangeel]

9 Dorks SKZ 10th Member Au

Summary: Lisa meets the boys and gives Chan her answer

Warnings: none 

Lisa’s P.O.V

After talking to Chan about him letting me in the group. He wanted me to meet the other members before I make up my mind. He told me to get ready at 7PM and gave the place they’re eating at.

Of course, I made sure to shower and dress casually. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I was never really good at being in groups and making friends. I've always been independent.

I looked up my phone and it read 6:40 PM. Decided to leave my place early just too see who the other members look like. I doubt they'll like me tho. I don't look anything like them.

-----

It's a good thing I left early there was an accident around the corner, slowing people down. By the time I made it to the restaurant, it was already 6:58 PM.I texted Chan saying I was here and he would meet me in the front door.

"Hey, glad you can make it." He opened the door and had a huge smile on his face, like the one where he told me that he wanted me in his group.  

"I did promise I'd showed up didn't?" I told him walking in.

"You did. Come on, the guys are waiting." His hands told me to follow him. He lead me to a rounded table were I saw 8 other younger males. To be honest they were all pretty cute now, I'm questioning my sense of fashion.

"Guys, this is Lisa, Lisa this is the boys." Chan introduce me. They all were looking at me. "Um, Hi." I bowed down to them feeling a little nervous. "Hi." they all said bowing down as well. For some reason I had this good vibe coming from them like I've known them my whole life.

I then notice someone familiar. Well they all were I've seen them in building time to time but one stood out to me.

"Felix?!" I looked at him confused.

 “Noona!?:" I'm guessing he was confused on seeing me too.

"You two know each other?" One that looks like squirrel asked us.

"Uh yeah, we have private Korean classes together." Felix mentions. JYP thought it would best if we both were thought by the same teacher, since we're both foreigners. JYP also thought it would help Felix more too since he was new too. I didn't mind it, it was just the two of us and we both helped each other outs. At least I know one other person in the group, who doesn’t hate me. I think. 

"Anyways you can sit next to me, Lisa." Chan scooted over so I can joined. "Thanks." I smiled placing my bag down.

"Hi, I'm Woojin." The guy that was sitting on the other side from Chris greeted.

"Hi, I'm Minho." the guy next to him winked at me. I didn't think too much of it. I heard from others that he's a good dancer.

"Hi, I'm Changbin dark rapper."

"I think I heard you rap before, you're really good." I complimented him. "Ah! Thanks!" He blushes.

"Hello, I'm Hyunjin."He spoke in english I gotta say his english was good and he was so handsome too. Like god damn, he could be a god damn model.

"Hi, Han Jisung." wow he does really look like a cute squirrel.

"And you already know ya boi Felix." His deep Australian voice always shook me. Like he's 17 and he has the voice of 40 year old.

"Hi, I'm Seungmin." This one also spoke in english well. Damn can they all speak english?

"Hi noona I'm jeongin, I'm the youngest here." He was so cute smiling with his braces. My heart went Uwuw like I need to protect this child at all cost. 

"Noona?!! How old are you?" Jisung asked me.

"Oh, I'm a 97liner." I smiled nervously.

"Wow you’re tiny for a noona." Hyunjin jokingly teased me.

"Bro" Felix nudge him.

"sorry." Hyunjin apologized

"It's fine I'm used it." I assured him I can tell he still a bit guilty. I didn’t really like it when people teased me for my height but I’ve grew to get over it. 

"Join the club." Changbin took a sip of his drink.I laughed.

"It's okay she can be our big, tiny noona." Minho smiles at me giving me a new nickname.  

"I like that." I smiled at the name. 

"Looks like you're the same age as me and Chan. Finally another parent to help keep these kids in check." Woojin teased. We laughed.

“EH, wouldn’t be too sure about that hyung. She may be older but she acts like a child sometimes.” Felix corrected I eyed him. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Last week you were crying because you couldn’t find your airpods.” He chuckles. I frown giving up. The rest of the boys just laughed. 

"So, what's the age range here?" I asked after the waiter brought me my drink.

"16-20" Chan pointed out. I almost choked on my drink as they all chuckled. Damn they are young.

"You, me and Woojin are 97lines, Minho is 98, Changbin is 99, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix and Seungmin are 00, and Jeongin here is 01." Chan put an arm around him. What the hell!!Damn I feel old.

"Don't worry Chan and I both feel old too." Woojin giggles. I hope I didn’t say that out loud. 

"So, noona, you must be the girl Chan Hyung keeps talking about." Jisung mentions going back to that topic. I'm surprised that he talk about me.

"You talk about me?" I tried to tease him. Which worked cause I thought I saw him blush. He just let out a laugh.

"We-Well, like I said... I always had you in mind to our group. I wasn’t just gonna choose any girl." Chan played with his drink. Does he really think I'm that good. I just smiled.

“Thanks for being my personal stalker.” I teased he froze, causing the guys to snicker. “I’m joking.” I elbow him. He relaxed again. 

"Noona, what position are you in for?" Hyunjin asked me.

"Oh, um...."

"She everything, does sing, rap and dance. Oh she also produces her own stuff right Noona?" Felix rambled.

"Bro how do you know this?" Minho questioned him. He froze for a minute.

"Uh, Korean classes duh." He smily says trying to avoid it. Felix is always good listener. We all just shrugged it off.

“Cool, so you write lyrics too?” Changbin asked me. I nod. “But, they’re not the good.” 

“Are you serious. Your lyrics are amazing.” Felix points out. A smile appeared on my face. These guys are really something else. 

“So, I guess you can be on the production team with Changbin, Jisung and I. we call ourselves 3racha.” Chan mentions. I kinda like that idea. Back in B.A.P the music producers wouldn’t let me or Zelo help out with productions.

"Noon, tell us a bit about yourself seeing hyung and Felix already know you." Seungmin suggested. I nod.

-----

After a few hours pass we all got to know each other very well. It's ironic how we all have something in common. All this time talking we kept on laughing our ass's of seeing much of dorks these kids are. They each showed me their talents and I gotta say they might young but y’all they got talent. I can see why Chan picked them out. He picked the right people. 

Since I've been here I didn't have anyone judge me or say something rude about my race. I think it was Changbin that asked my race but they didn't seemed bother by it. Jisung commented saying I don't look Mexican at all lol. To be honest I love hanging out with them. It feels like we've belong together.  I haven’t felt this way in such a long time. 

"What do you say, Lisa wanna join our family?" Chan asked as everyone locked eyes with mine. At first I didn't know how it'd would work out 9 guys and 1 female. But after today I think if I say no I know I'd regret this. They're a bunch of lovable dorks.

"Say yes noona." Jeongin clapped his hands together giving me the puppy eyes. They all this look in their eyes of pleading.

I bit my lower lip before giving out my answer. I can feel the tension in the air.

I take one good look at each of them. "Looks like I have 9 brothers now?" I brightly smiled at them. 

Once they heard my answer they grew huge smiles on their faces.

"Are you saying yes?" Seungmin questioned me one last time.

"I couldn't ask for a better team." I laughed.

Chan placed his hand in the middle as the other's did to I place mine last. "Lisa welcome to Stray Kids." everyone shouted the name of the group as we lifted our hands up and cheered.

"Stray Kids. I like that."

"We all thought about it. We would've waited for you but I was just too nervous to talk to you." Chan admits.

"The names perfect don't worry. Everyone will like it. I'm sure." I was still confused as to why he would be confused to talk to me.

"I always wanted a sister." Minho said. He told me he was an only child so he never had any siblings other than his cats.

"yeah. I feel like having you in our group, I mean family is going to be special." Changbin nods.

“Very special.” Hyunjin points out. 

"I promise you guys, I won't let you down." I'll show them the best I have to offer them.

"Don't worry you'll be fine." Woojin places his hand on top on mine giving it a squees.

I then remember about Ryujin her friends. I knew how much they wanted Chan to pick one of them if they find out I was the one he picked my life will be a living hell.

"Noona, you okay? Your face went pale?" Felix raised his eyebrow at me. I can't tell them about what's happening me with them. Since Jisung are friends with them. I was surprised he didn’t bring them up. I don’t know if they talked about to him.  I'm new so they probably won't believe me of the things they have done.

"Oh, uh yeah. Actually, can we not tell anyone that I'm the 10th member. I know there were rumors going around Chan looking for a female member and they've all been excited about it so i don't wanna crush the news just yet." I explained to them without telling them that the girl trainees haven't been really nice to me.

They all looked at me funny. "Well, JYP already know who was going to be our 10th member but, yeah we won't say anything." Chan pats my shoulder. Damn he really wanted me to joined that bad huh.

"We should get going it's getting late and we practice tomorrow, I bet you do too." Woojin looked at the time on his phone. I looked at mine he's right.

"Wow I didn't even realize it was getting late." I said surprised.  

"Hey, noona can we exchanged numbers to contact you." Jisung asked me. Oh right I for got about that. We need to be in touched now.

"Sure here." I wrote my number down on a napkin and they all besides Felix took our their phones to add mine. I passed my phone around so they can enter theirs. Felix has mine from class.

"I'll text you more info about when we're on the survival show." Chan mentions picking up his coat.

I nod in response as we all got up and bundled up. it was fall time here in Korea and just like Chicago weather it's freakin crazy.

--------

"Is your dorm far from here? We can walk you? It's late after all." Hyunjin asked as being outside.

"You guys don't have too, it's a few blocks around the corner." I pointed to the direction.

"That's where our dorm is too." Seungmin mentions shivering from the cold.

"Come on guys we're walking our noona home." Minho locked arms with me. Taking me on ahead.

"You really don't have too." I tried to protest I didn't want to bother them.

"Nonsense. You shouldn't be walking by yourself out this late anyways. We gotta protect our sister from the bad guys." Chan announced. 

“Oh, my knights and shinning armors.” I teased. 

"Wait hyung!" Felix shouts, catching up to me and Minho and locked my other arm. I just smiled. What a bunch of dorks honestly. I’ve know I said it so many times but they are. 

This is going to be fun!!! I love my new 9 brothers.

Lisa SKZ 10th Member Masterlist

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids 10th member #stray Kids 10th member au #bang chan #kim woojin #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #Lee Felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

[subasekabang]

Echoes

Rating: T Word Count: 7,738 Pairings/Characters: Beat & Eri & Joshua & Neku & Rhyme & Shiki, side Joshua/Neku and Eri/Shiki Warnings: None Summary: This is how it goes:

Five children are born in Shibuya. Not all at the same time, not all the same age, but five children are born, and a shimmering figure, cloaked in glowing white, visits each child as they enter this world.

A reincarnation AU: Neku, Shiki, Beat, Rhyme, and Eri are all born again, having died after spending over 50 years all living together with the sixth member of their family, Joshua. They all start without their memories, but one by one, the past comes knocking on their door.

Luckily, they all have a guardian angel to keep these troublesome kids safe.

Partner: Zyo, Maro Author’s Note: This was really fun! Glad to participate in my 5th year here! Amazingly, didn’t become another multi-chap WIP this time!

Cross-posted to Ao3 Here

There is a boy, born in a Shibuyan hospital room, to two loving parents and a supportive family.

A boy with bright blue eyes and flecks of gold scattered within.

A boy who will have messy orange hair, except for one stark white streak on his left side.

A boy with two birthmarks, two circles with cracks that spiderweb out. One on his forehead and the other over his heart.

A different boy watches from the windowsill, unseen. A smile graces his lips at the sight of the baby, and Music fills the room as he laughs to himself. Parting words hang in the air, almost-heard, as he disappears.

“Silly Neku, did you really think Shibuya would let go of you that easily?”

This is how it goes:

Five children are born in Shibuya. Not all at the same time, not all the same age, but five children are born, and a shimmering figure, cloaked in glowing white, visits each child as they enter this world.

Beat, the oldest. The first to die, the first to live.

Shiki is next. Born under the sun, died with her three remaining friends by her side.

Eri, second to last, broken heart hanging on no more. Born anew, middle child of the group.

Neku. The last to die. Slipping gentle into that good night, with the whisper of words against his ear, I’ll see you again soon, my dear.

Rhyme, who followed Beat soon after in death. They’re born with stars in their eyes, and a big brother waiting for them. Born ready to greet the people they once knew.

They waited. They all did, of course they did. Departed Souls hanging in the air, to be reunited with each other. Holding hands as they take the plunge, back into the river, back into the world they belong to.

Together.

Save one. Standing to guard them, guide them, a promise on his lips: You’ll be safe. You’ll be happy. You’ll know each other, and someday, you will know me once more too.

“Come on, Neku darling,” his mother calls, smiling down at him as she holds his hand.

Sandwiched between his parents, they walk on to something cool. Or so he’s told. He doesn’t know what they plan to show him. Something about a dog? Or a statue?

Either way, his parents said it’d be cool, so it must be!

A few steps later, and they’re standing in front of Hachiko! The dog statue! Yes, that’s what it was! How could he ever forget Hachiko, the meeting place, reunions, waiting–

“Se̢e̛ ͝yǫu̧ ̀ther҉e?“̛

The burst of TV static leaves Neku clutching his head, falling to his knees. He struggles against the booming pain, the electricity against his teeth.

Hands grip him, worried voices punch through the Noise, as his parents kneel beside him and help steady him. And he’s thankful they’re there, thankful for his parents, but they’re not who he wants, who he needs–

There’s holes, deep in his heart. Dark, empty chambers, desolate wind whipping through them. Echoes of missing pieces, broken, stolen away. Chunks taken from him, people taken from him. His Soul calling out and receiving no response. Anguish no seven year old should know.

And he doesn’t know, does he? Staring out at the statue with tears pooling in his eyes…

What do these feelings mean? Why am I missing something?

A flash. A memory not his own, buried deep, burned onto his eyes, there and forgotten at the same time. An illusion.

He’s there–He’s there, tall and gangly and older, smiling. Surrounded by friends. People he should know but doesn’t. One of them glows.

The second of clarity is met with another burst of agony. Neku pulls pulls at his hair, bites his lip to hide the sounds he wants to make.

Fingers settle on his head, stroke through his hair, and the vision fades, the pain dulls.

Whispered words meet his ears. A glimpse of purple eyes, of white hair. “Rest, my dear.”

Joshua?

A flash of light fills the air.

Neku looks at the dog statue, standing hand in hand with his parents, confused. There’s fuzz in his head, puzzle pieces gone missing. His parents look confused too.

“Hey! Rhyme! Where are you runnin’ to!?” A voice calls out from behind him, and Neku pivots, scrubbing at his eyes–why was he crying?–to look for the source of the noise.

Only to come face to face with another kid, maybe a couple years younger than him.

They stick their hand out and say, “Hi! I’m Rhyme! Our hair matches, cuz we’ve both got a white stripe! Wanna be friends with me and my big bro, Beat?”

“Sure!” He smiles, and takes their hand to shake it, before looking at the other person who stops nearby. He looks closer to his own age. “I’m Neku!”

“Sorry ‘bout Rhyme, yo,” Beat says. “They just love t’ run off. Ya don’t gotta be friends if ya don’t want.”

“Hmph.” Neku crosses his arms, eyeing Beat. He looks nervous, not annoyed so Neku rolls his eyes. “Too bad. We’re friends now! All three of us!”

“More like five of us,” says one of the two girls who show up, holding hands as they trail behind. “I’m Eri, and this is Shiki!”

Shiki nods and waves. “Rhyme did the same thing to us a couple weeks ago. I think they’re trying to collect big siblings. As if Beat isn’t the biggest doting brother there is.”

Everyone else starts to laugh as Beat huffs, so Neku deems it safe to join in and laugh too.

“I just thought you all looked like good friends! And we all match with our hair and cool goldy eyes! That’s all!” they say, still laughing.

It’s at this point that Neku remembers he’s still here with his parents, when he feels his dad settle a hand on his shoulder. Neku looks up at him, a question in his eyes.

His dad just laughs, and nods. “Why don’t we head to the park? You all can play there while us adults keep watch.”

Some of the empty space starts to fill.

“So tell me, Joshua,” Rhyme says, looking at him from their seat at a WildKat booth as he walks in. “Why don’t the others know yet?”

“First off,” he says, settling down across from them, “I don’t think five year olds should be drinking coffee, so that’s mine now.” He takes the cup and drinks, much to their annoyance. “Secondly, do your parents know you’re here?”

They shrug. “They trust Mr. Hanekoma to keep me from getting into trouble.”

That gets him to laugh. “A foolish notion, he just gave you a large.”

“I am a very persuasive child. And you are dodging the question.”

He takes another sip of their coffee while they stare and cross their arms. If they weren’t waiting for answers, they’d go make Mr. H give them more.

“It’d be cruel,” he says finally, “to force their memories to return. It’ll happen naturally, eventually… If it’s meant to happen at all. Yours didn’t come back peacefully, did they?”

Staring out into space–static in their brain. Static–. A car. A shark. A squirrel.

Static.

Needles dragging them to the grave.

Beat but not.

Others?

Static.

A scream escapes their throat, tears its way free, as they fall to the ground, memories pounding in their skull like footsteps on the pavement of the Scramble.

Beat is by their side–but no, he’s dead–but he’s there. Holding them tight, running fingers through their hair.

Tears streak down their cheeks, as seventy-five years of boiling memories pour across their Soul, scalding, burning them to the core.

Static.

They don’t speak for three weeks. Surrounded by animals the others can’t see. Noise flocking to their pain, except not feeding, not taking the negativity. Recognizing them as one of their own.

The first words that break the silence are “Can we go to Hachiko?”

The too-fresh wounds on their Soul, their heart, and the expression they must make, must speak for them, without ever needing words to pass their lips, because Josh just nods.

“If I tried to force memories before they were ready, it’d be worse. If done poorly, there’s a chance they could die. They’ll remember when they’re ready, but I refuse to do that to them.” He sighs, and hoists himself up onto the back of the booth, feet resting on the seat.

“You could still join us! I know you can fiddle with your form, Mr. Composer,” they say, deflecting the conversation away, burying the pain.

“I’m still here,” he says, tired eyes meeting their own. Old eyes, purple far deeper than their memory can recall. The Noise fear of being near the Composer has long worn off, but his presence still prickles at the back of their mind, when they take a step back. “I never left. And I will keep watch over all of you, but it’s not my time to return yet.”

Rhyme nods, listening to his explanation. “Fine. I’ll let that be, for now. But no isolation, Mister! Come hang out with me! See the others when they get their memories back!”

That gets Josh to laugh, a spark returning to his eyes, and he nods. “Alright, alright, I get it. No hiding away from everyone or Rhyme’ll come to the penthouse and drag me out of it by my hair.”

“You bet I will!” They grin, and reach over, swiping the coffee back and taking a huge gulp of it.

“I’m so glad I am not your actual parent right now, or I’d have to do more to stop you. Which is a task in futility, I am well aware.” With a wave of his hand, the coffee cools, and the burning in their mouth fades away.

The burning of their Soul fades too. A cool aloe salve settling over their wound. A soft tune to guide the discordant Music back to the familiar melody.

Sure, the ache of it had dulled before, no longer throbbing, demanding to be felt. But the pain was still there. The presence of the others made it fade, as it stubbornly refused to completely go away.

Rhyme slumps back in their seat, setting the coffee down and letting out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

Joshua smiles, so soft and fond. Nostalgic like the fresh bread they’d all make together. Flour ending up on shirts and in hair, dough stuck to hands and foreheads. Sunshine filtering through the windows and the smell filling the apartment.

“Of course,” he replies. “Pain is not allowed to touch you while I’m around.”

By the time the conversation ends, Rhyme has a new necklace. A white feather, dangling from a silver string.

Parents talk, of course.

It’s odd, they all agree, how fast their children became friends, but ah well, kids will do what they do. It’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened.

Rhyme’s three-week silence was weirder, but that happened before this.

(They were a case of their own.

Staring off into space is normal. Speaking and giving advice like an adult is not, no matter how many books they’ve read by five. Books far beyond their reading level.)

The fact that all five kids have a matching white lock of white hair mixed in with their natural color is strange. As is the fact that they all have flecks of gold in their eyes.

But the icing on this cake of weird is the luck.

Children get sick, that’s what they do. Children get into danger, and scrape their knees or break their bones. Or they get lost. Children do dumb and stupid things and learn the consequences. Even parents with the eyes of a hawk can’t protect them all the time.

But.

When their children go missing, and they all panic, it’s for nothing. The kids come trooping back to Neku’s house, with grins on their faces and stories to tell. Safe.

When they fall off bikes or out of trees, there’s never a broken bone, though the skin might be bruised. Miraculous safe landings occur more often than they should.

And sure, they got sick, germs spread when they all insisted on piling on top of whoever fell ill this time, but it didn’t stick. Flus shaken off in a day or two.

It’s like they all have a guardian angel.

Shiki is twelve when it happens. A weekend morning at the park, Beat and Rhyme not yet there.

Twelve year old girls, so full of fire and rage. Protectiveness and spite. Some of the most creative people in the world.

The bark of her words is not the only damage she can deal. The sting of claws, teeth meant to bite, feet and fists can bruise the skin. A rough-and-tumble girl, no fear in her heart when her friends of five years stand by her side.

So when people make fun of Beat for the way he speaks, or Neku when he bounces in place and talks about art and music for an hour, or Eri for being vain for liking fashion, they get an elbow to the face.

“And what’s up with that creep you all keep around! The know-it-all baby who acts like they’re better than everyone! Maybe you freaks wouldn’t have so much trouble being normal if you stopped bleaching part of your hair!”

“Shut! Up! What do you get from being mean? You’re just mad because you think you’re better than us! We’ll you’re not, and I think you know that already!”  She throws her hands to the side, glaring up at the older boys as the wind starts to swirl the fallen leaves around them. Picking them up, circling the group, and even if they’re all too old (or too young) to believe in magic, they know when to run.

It’s sharp. The wire buzzing under her skin, the rope she walks, careful not to fall into the unknown. Tension just beneath the surface, a shark’s fin cutting the water.

The wire snaps at the contrast. So different from the past. Surrounded by friends and family that have made her brave.

She f a l l s …

                        F̲͙̠̎̅͋̒̓̈́͌

                              Ȁ̭̳̝̗̺̠͓ͮͨ̓̉ͬ

                                     L̺̠͙͇ͤ͛ͦ̃ͧ̂̈

                                        L̤͚̫̽͛ͯ̈̌̔ͅ

                                           S͎̝̻̺͎̰̃͛͑́͒̾ͅ

Plunged deep into the arctic abyss, reaching, grasping up at the glimmer of light above the surface. Back stinging from contact, struggling to pull up. Frozen heat burning as the ice clings to her skin, sinks to her bones, strands of hair already turned to frost as they sway in front of her face. Darkness closing in as the water claims her soul.

The bubbles leaving her mouth float up, though, and she uses that to orient herself, pushing, dragging her body and world-weary soul up and up and up into the sunlight.

There’s hands. Hands pulling her back up, helping her sit, and she blinks away the vision in her eyes. She’s not plunging into the oceanic depths of Shibuya’s Soul, she’s flat on the concrete, body scraped up and in pain, but it’s no more than an echo of the ache in her Soul.

“Shiki, oh my god, Shiki? Are you okay? Did they hit you, cuz if they did I’ll mess em up. Can you hear me? Do I need to call an ambulance? Your parents?” Eri is fretting at her side, holding her steady, as Neku talks on his phone. No doubt already explaining to her parents what happened.

They’re both so young. So tiny and fragile. Age rests in her bones, as she looks at her friends with weary eyes.

Except–That’s not right. She’s just as old-young as the rest of them.

“I’m–I’ll be fine,” she says. And her voice feels wrong. So high pitched and scratchy. Different from before. “I just wanna go home and sleep.”

Neku hangs up and walks closer, putting an arm around her, as Eri takes the other side. With their help, she stands, and the world only spins a little bit.

“Your parents are on the way, too. We’re going to meet up with them,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was a bad fall.”

Shiki shakes her head, and then freezes, a wave of nausea hitting as she does that. So she focuses on Neku, taking in his unruly spiky hair, no hair gel needed right now. His depressive emo phase hasn’t hit this time, and she hopes it never will. It won’t, if she has anything to say about it. Blue eyes so light and full of concern, but not of pain. Not of age weighing him down.

“I’m okay,” she says. “I’m gonna bruise, but I don’t think I’m concussed. Just… Tripped over my own feet and took a bad fall.”

And that’s that. They both take her at her word, and carry on until they meet up with her parents. She manages to convince them not to take her to the hospital, just to take her home.

Even more impressively, she manages to get Eri and Neku to leave her alone, gets them to go back to the park, to play without her as she crawls into bed and rests.

(She’s older than her parents, even if this body isn’t. She knows things they never will.

Shiki knows how it feels to die. Twice. The energy buzzing under your skin as you fight to regain life.

Dying the second time and knowing this is it. Because Death is sitting at your bedside, holding your hand as the sweet darkness closes in. As your Music unravels into the city that holds your Soul.

Knows the soft ache as your Music cries out for lost loved ones and receives no response. Knows it must’ve been worse for Eri and Neku.

Shiki also knows why their parents think they all have a guardian angel.

Oh, he must’ve hated it when they first called him that.)

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the heart of Shibuya, she is safe.

Safe enough to close her eyes. To rest, until she uses her voice and the silence breaks.

“Joshua, I know you’re here.”

“This is Shibuya, I’m everywhere,” Joshua says, voice old and soft, an ache buried beneath the familiar smirk.

Shiki laughs, and sits up. He looks the same as all those years ago, when she first met him. Small and 15 years old, bigger than she is now but so much less than the last time she saw him. Josh aged with them all, on the surface, maybe to keep them from being weirded out, or maybe to feel like he belonged, she doesn’t know. Neku probably would.

“I suppose I should be thanking my guardian angel, though, because I don’t have a concussion?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

That gets him to scowl. “Of all the things to call me! An Angel I am not! But…” He looks at her again, and softens, smiling. “Yeah. I did my best to keep you little miscreants out of trouble.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

Reaching out, Shiki tugs him closer, pulls him down and under the blankets too, so she can flop across his lap. In this life, with all her friends and family, she’s not touch-starved by any means, but the comfort of having him here is nice, as he runs his hand through her hair, and… It’s been years for him, watching from the sidelines.

“Tsk tsk, what would your parents say, Miss Shiki?” Josh grins. “If they catch me in here, a 15 year old boy snuggled up in your bed.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she says, “cuz you won’t be letting them catch you.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” She can hear the smile in his voice, even without looking. “Get some rest, Shiki. You’re still in pain, and the memories aren’t fully slotted in yet. But I’m here, I’ll help with this.”

She nods, weariness sinking into her as he speaks, and that must be some bullshit magic, but whatever. He’s allowed to do that, it’s been ages since she had an issue with casual use if it helped.

Shiki never could quite hear the Music the way some of the others could, and her UG sight was always blurry, but… She could feel the threads. A seamstress has to know the way things are sewn together, and those bonds? She could sense those.

Even without her memories, those bonds ached, reaching for memories and people that weren’t there. Or those that might’ve been there, but obscured. No understanding of what she felt when she tried to pluck them, or follow them. No knowledge of the hair-pulling pain she felt.

Not until now, curled up against Joshua’s chest, listening to the drumbeat of Shibuya. Senses unexplored blooming back, and she knows these ropes.

Shiki had lost her life, lost her home, and it’s still not all back, but she knows where all the pieces are. She knows they’ll all return.

It just might take some time.

When Shiki wakes, the roaring migraine has settled into a minor headache, and Joshua is gone. The only sign he was ever there is a necklace, one white feather dangling from its cord.

But there’s someone else in his place, sitting in a chair by her bed.

“Rhyme?”

Shiki’s voice cracks, dry throat begging for water, but Rhyme perks up and grins, looking away from their journal to hand a cup to her.

“Shiki!” they clap their hands together. “I’m glad you’re okay! I was worried, you know? I heard about what happened, with you suddenly passing out! So today we all came over–the others are outside–and we’ve all been taking turns keeping watch!”

Shiki drinks, and sets the cup down, raising an eyebrow. “Everyone else is over? You all… Didn’t need to be that concerned. I’m fine!”

“Yeah, I know!” They shut their journal, and lean forward. “It’s only been a day, so I gotta say, you’re handling this waaay better than I did, like five years ago. I wasn’t ready to leave my room for like, three weeks.”

Rhyme’s energetic, rapid-fire talk never ceases to amaze her, but it’s a struggle to keep up right now, dazed as she is. “Handling… what?”

Rhyme frowns, looking Shiki up and down. “What I thought this was. I’m gonna be sad if I’m wrong, actually. Tell me, does the name Joshua mean anything to you?”

And oh– The shock in her eyes must give her away, because Rhyme lets out a sigh of relief. “Cool, awesome, I’m not alone anymore. Not that… Not that I was ever totally alone. I mean, Mr. Hanekoma and Josh are both cool, but I was the only one of us with memories, and it was soooo frustrating!”

“When did you…”

“Five years ago, just before we met,” Rhyme says. “I hunted everyone down, it wasn’t just the similar hair. Though that made it easier.”

Shiki nods, glancing around at her room. She spots one of her sewing projects, and picks it up, working while they talk, so she has something to do with her hands.

“It must not’ve been fun, getting all those memories while so alone,” she says, looking at the small squirrel she’s sewing. Pink, Noise-y. A choice she made without knowing, before. It was going to be a gift for Rhyme.

“Yeah,” they sigh, deflating. “Like I said, three weeks. I didn’t talk, didn’t leave my room, didn’t do anything. The first words I spoke were can we go to Hachiko? They were all so happy I was doing better that they took me. And then I found you.”

She smiles. “You did. I’m glad you did, Rhyme. You found all of us.”

“I did, and… That helped, it really did,” they say. “It hurt though. It felt like someone had poured boiling water on my Soul, and the only thing that helped me deal with the pain was keeping you all close.”

The words make Shiki wince, though that might be the slip of the needle poking at her skin. “I wish I could’ve been there for you more.”

“It’s okay! I’m better now. Joshua eased the pain.”

Josh.

Shiki sits up straighter, and nods. “He–he visited me. He did that for me too, I think. Because I’m not in much pain.”

“He visited you?” they ask, reaching out a hand to help steady her.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “Let me tug him around, and I got to fall asleep on top of him. It was nice. Like those times we all just turned into one big pile of people together.”

Rhyme gasps, faking shock. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“Take that up with Josh! He’s the one who knew you remembered. And also the one who wasn’t dying of a migraine.” Shiki laughs, and offers a hand to Rhyme. “But you’re welcome to join me now.”

Rhyme takes it, and she pulls them up onto the bed. They smile, and curl up against Shiki’s side, while she slings an arm around them.

“You know, the others are gonna come back soon for the shift switch, to check in on you, and they’re gonna get super jealous.”

“Who says they’re not invited to join us?”

“Your bed’s weight limit.”

Shiki snorts. “As if the laws of physics apply to us.”

They both laugh, and the bonds holding them together strengthen. Threads of Music finding one less response to search for, one less empty echo of the past.

When the door next opens, and the others find Shiki awake, there’s a mad dash. Shouts fill the air as they catapult themselves onto the mattress.

Shiki is right, and the bed doesn’t break. She thinks a small thank you to Joshua for that.

In the end, Rhyme has settled on top of her, with Beat to her right, Eri to her left against the wall, and Neku sprawled out across their legs.

They all have their various projects with them. Shiki and her sewing, Eri and Neku with their sketchpads (one for designs and one for art, still following their passions even now), Rhyme with a notebook for writing, and Beat with a video game. Brought along in case she wanted quiet company.

They know each other so well.

Even without memories of times just like this, they follow their heart and fall into the same patterns as before.

And if it feels like there’s a wing wrapped around her, or fingers carding through her hair, well.

Josh knows these patterns too, and falls into them like they all do.

For Beat, it happens when he’s 15, just a few days after his birthday.

It happens not out of imagination, or anger, but fear.

Terror gripping his heart in a steel vice as he watches. A car swerving around a turn far too fast, as Rhyme crosses the street.

Feet pound the pavement as he sprints forward, futile even in all his efforts to try and beat a speeding car.

A scene plays out before his eyes. Jumping in front of Rhyme, trying to save them. Getting killed right along with them, nothing but paste on pavement.

A flash of white, and different scene happens instead.

Rhyme yells, and jumps back, slamming into Beat. Neither of them fall, neither get crushed by tires and metal. Instead, they make it back to the sidewalk, and terror shakes in his limbs.

“Rhyme! Be careful!” he says, voice on the edge of tipping into a forest-fire panic. ”I dunno what I would’a done if I lost ya like that again!”

Rhyme, always calm, even in the face of death, flinches. Eyebrows scrunch together, as they look up at him.

“Beat… What do you mean, again? When did I get hit by a car?” they ask, calm. Even, despite the near-miss.

“I– You– When our parents were mad– We– We died?”

He stumbles, falling to the concrete sidewalk as pain roars in his head. There’s something missing. An incomplete deck of cards, a lost puzzle piece.

Except the ace has been found. The puzzle is complete, as the picture slots together.

He vomits. It feels like he’s been hit by that car again. Or maybe by one of Minamimoto’s attacks, and fuck is that dude still around too? Kariya’s definitely ruffled his hair a couple times.

It’s information overload, as over seventy years of life rush back into his brain, pushing at his skull. A torrent of rain flooding the pavement. But Rhyme, always by his side, is there, a steady anchor in the storm.

They hold him up, and help him walk as he stumbles forward. His little sibling, they’d watched him die again. Sat at his deathbed as life faded from him. No doubt confused by the unknown memories tormenting their brother. Scared out of their mind from this turn of events.

“Beat? Beat breathe!” he hears them say, and that helps him focus, but it’s like someone’s shoved his own skateboard through his head.

“Oh, fuck this,” they mutter, and if he could operate his mouth, he’d scold them for their language. But what they shout next makes it hard to focus on anything at all besides the shock.

“Joshua!” they call out, loud and clear. “Get the hell over here and help!”

A flurry of feathers, and then there’s a hand on his back. Soft and steady, as the pain leaks away, flowing out of his body.

“Better?” asks a voice that’s oh so familiar, on the edge of his consciousness. Lilting its way back into his life–his new life. Second–no, third chance at this world.

He blinks, and they’re in a room. His room, except not.

A room he hasn’t seen once these past 15 years, but it’s one he knows in his heart. One he now knows in his brain, too, as he collapses onto the well-worn bed.

“I’ll get you home in a bit, when this subsides. Rhyme, you can tell your parents that you’re spending the night at Shiki’s, yeah?” They must nod, because that’s the end of that discussion. He closes his eyes, trusting these two members of his family to watch out for him.

The next thing Beat knows, he’s warm. A heavy weight on top of him, and more at either side. He must’ve fallen asleep because when he opens his eyes, the sun has shifted, morning light filtering in through the window.

There’s also three extra people crowded on this bed.

Shiki is using his shoulder as a pillow, one arm sprawled across his chest, and Rhyme is passed out on top of him.

The third has wings curled around them all, and is leaning against his other side.

Josh smiles, opening his eyes as he senses Beat wake up. No doubt he was tuned to Shibuya, Composing his–their–city until just now. He looks the same as the day they first met, young and 15 again.

This time Beat knows it’s a lie. But he also knows he doesn’t look his age either, anymore.

“As you can see, they were both very concerned for your wellbeing,” Joshua says. “I mean, I was too, but I knew you’d be fine.”

Beat snorts, but doesn’t move. “Thanks, for whatever ya did. My head’s a lot clearer now, thanks’ta you no doubt.”

“Of course.” There’s a light, fond tone there, and Beat knows he wouldn’t recognize it if it hadn’t been for the fifty years he spent living in the same space as him.

It’s nice to hear that tone again.

“So… Rhyme and Shiki…” His head still hurts, distant pain compared to the cracked-head-against-the-pavement feel he had earlier.

“They’ve both remembered already. That’s why they’re the ones here. The others haven’t yet, but they will.”

He nods, and uncurls his arms from around Rhyme (it’s where they always end up, when he falls asleep with them, in both lives now). “It was when… When they collapsed, ain’t it? Rhyme, back when they was five, an’ Shiki like three years ago, yea?”

“Mhm, spot on. Bravo.” He grins. “That’s how Rhyme knew what was going on, and why they called me. I’m glad they did, really. I’ve been trying to keep the pain you all go through to a minimum.”

Beat leans into the touch as Josh pets his hair, and if this were anyone outside his circle of friends, maybe he’d blush. “Guardian Angel, huh?”

Josh snorts, rolling his eyes. “I swear, all of you are going to be teasing me about that. But yeah, I guess.” He softens again. “None of you deserve to endure more hurt than you’ve felt already. I think you’ve had quite enough of that.”

“Yo, thanks man, really. Ya saved us from that car ��gain, didn’t you?”

For a second, the only noise is the sound of breathing from three of them, two fast asleep. The echo of his own wings hangs heavy on Beat’s back in the silence. None of them escaped the UG, not really, not in that life. And in this one, with their memories and Josh around, it looks like they might get pulled back in again.

Beat finds he doesn’t care, as long as they’re all together.

In the end, Joshua nods, and takes out a necklace. Simple, one single feather. As he strings it around his neck, he says, “The Game would take you, but you don’t need it. You all already shine, there’s no need for you to face it again. I want you all to be happy. With one last life for you all, if that’s what it takes.”

Eri worries about her friends. There’s a pit of unease that sits in her stomach as she watches them, listens in.

At first, she wasn’t concerned. Sure Rhyme has always been a bit off, but that’s just Rhyme!

But then it spread.

Shiki (wonderful, beautiful Shiki), passed out. And came back different. She’d thought Shiki had just been freaked out by the event, Eri sure was, but no… Something else happened then, and Eri didn’t know what, but Rhyme did.

Still, she lets it rest (even when Beat falls into the same oddness). For a little while, at least.

Curiosity is a dangerous thing.

This is how it goes: Eri is 16, and Shiki is chilling with her in her room. Eri sprawled out on her stomach, across her bed and Shiki’s lap. She’s working on some designs, doodling across her homework instead of doing the dreaded math. Shiki, meanwhile, has given up entirely on said homework, and is stitching together a soft lavender dress, with white feathers embroidered along the edges.

But questions weigh on Eri’s mind.

“Hey Shiki, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

She can feel Shiki tense under her, even as she says, “Of course, why do you ask?”

“Because, I know something’s up. You and Rhyme and Beat all have a secret.” She sighs, and pulls herself in, to sit up and look at Shiki properly.

Shiki’s eyes meet hers, and Eri can see the war waged inside. Conflict in the crash of waves against the cliff, beating away at her resolve. But Eri knows, feels it in her bones that she can’t push too hard, or the whole thing will come falling down.

Dealing that sort of damage isn’t in Eri’s plans. It’s what she hopes to avoid. But these same burning questions are eating away at herself, too. And maybe if she knew, they’d be stronger as two.

“I’m sorry, Eri, but I can’t tell you,” Shiki says, breaking the silence hanging in the air.

“Why not?” It comes out much more petulant than she expected.

A fond smile crosses Shiki’s face. “You’ll find out in time, alright? Just, trust me when I say it’s nothing bad. It’s actually very good. Most of it, at least.”

“Well, alright. But me and Neku are both worried. We’ve talked, you know?” she says. “You’re all important to us, you’re important to me, Shiki.”

This is how it happens.

Eri blushes at her statement, and Shiki grins, leaning in.

Fireworks don’t go off in the background, sparks don’t fly. This isn’t a movie. True love’s first kiss doesn’t change the whole world.

But for Eri, it does change hers.

There’s no air in her lungs. Her brain is a rubber band, stretched thin, trying to hold all the information that’s been shoved in. At risk of snapping, falling apart and into the abyss, into the weightless world around her. Gravity pulls from all sides, tugging at the strings binding Eri to the mortal coil.

Shiki is solid, though. The focal point in this overload. Shiki is real, and solid, and here. As atomic collision rearranges her brain, she clings to Shiki, pulls her closer, an anchor to keep her from joining the clouds in the sky.

A flare of heat burns against her chest as the feather necklace Shiki has been wearing for four years glows. As the white light pulses through the room, through them both, a wave of exhaustion hits Eri, and lulls her into the land of dreams.

Emerging from sleep is another matter altogether. A soft haze has settled over her, cotton around her brain. She’s warm, she’s safe. Shiki is still here, she can tell.

Memories make jumbled, distorted dreams, as they try to all play out at once, but the cloud keeps her from processing this yet, letting her past life slot into place in her timeline.

There’s voices, just above the surface, muffled but understandable.

“Did you really have to knock her out like that?” Shiki says, disgruntled, and oh, her voice is still so nice to hear, even in this life.

The other voice, one that is soft, like remembering the stories you made with friends out of cloudspun pictures, speaks. “If I hadn’t, she would have been in much more pain. I doubt your makeout session would’ve lasted much longer, anyway,” he says with a laugh, bright wisps of air curling around his words in Eri’s mind.

“Wasn’t like tha’,” Eri mumbles, exerting the herculean effort of lifting her eyelids, clearing her vision of the fog dulling the world.

Eri finds herself wrapped in Shiki’s arms, using her as a pillow. They must’ve tilted over together when she passed out.

She also finds Joshua sitting, perched on the edge of the bed, with a grin on his face. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. I see true love’s kiss has cured you of the dreaded amnesia. The power of love prevails once agai–oof.”

He’s cut off when a laughing Eri kicks him off the bed. “If that’s all that’s needed, then go kiss Neku, nerd. Or else I will for ya! He’s the last, right?”

A pillow Joshua’s hands never touched hits her face, but that’s fair retribution, so she swats it away, before sitting up. Josh’s face is red, but he’s laughing too. “Hey, that’s my boy to woo! You’ve already got Shiki!”

Shiki takes the time to sit up, and pulls Eri close. She appreciates it, really, because without the fog, her head hurts. Nowhere near as bad as before she was forced to nap, but it’s still annoying. “It’s not like Joshy-boy here is gonna even attempt to woo our Neku. He’s waiting for the memories to return and do the work for him.”

Eri sighs, pulling the blanket over herself and Shiki. “That is a question I have, why wait? You could’ve found a way to hop right on into this group, I’m sure of it.”

The smile on Josh’s face slides down a few notches, more subdued, grey settling into the clouds. “I can’t… I’m Composer still, you know. My very presence is risky to those still without memories. Being forced to remember could do permanent damage, and that’s not something I’d wish on any of you.”

“Mm, this isn’t that bad right now, though? I feel fine, ‘sides a bit of a headache,” Eri replies, eyeing him. No doubt Shiki’s already done this, but Eri needs to hear his reasons too. She knows him, knows his tendency to run away rather than face the difficult things. Sure he got better about it, but it still took him half a year to see Neku, and another half before meeting any of the others.

“Shiki’s got one of my feathers right now, like how I gave you all one before. I’m sure you felt it, because it’s meant to protect. There’s not enough essence in it to trigger memories, but it is part of how I noticed so fast when you went out too.” He hops back onto the bed, sitting on Eri’s other side, sandwiching her in. “It kept the backlash to a minimum.”

As he says that, he takes another necklace out from thin air (Eri figures he’s had this prepped for ages back in the Room of Reckoning, or maybe the apartment, assuming he kept it–and who is she kidding, he totally kept it). With a swift motion, he hangs the feather around her neck, and the warmth settles on her skin.

“There,” Joshua says, so gentle, and yet there’s the threat of lightning that any cloud brings, thunder hiding just below the surface of soft, pretty things, “to keep you safe. If that isn’t enough to save you from whatever danger, then I’ll be there, and it’ll have to face me.”

There are very few things that scare Eri in this world. Maybe she should be more afraid, but having a city-god guardian tends to make one feel invincible.

But standing on the other end of Joshua’s protective wrath?

She’s glad she’ll never have to fill that spot. For her, his wings are a shield, not a symbol of impending doom.

On a beautiful day, the anniversary of Neku’s first death, a day like any other, 18 year old Neku wakes up with a headache.

(No, not that kind of headache. It’s not quite time for that.

But it will be. Soon.)

He dons his new pair of headphones. A pair he found sitting outside his apartment when his parents were on vacation, with a note addressed to him, just two weeks ago. CAT exclusives. Mint condition. They must be almost a century old, but Neku swears they work better than anything he could get these days.

Besides, there’s something familiar in the weight, resting on his head, or against his neck. A long-lost piece of life slotting back into place.

Or maybe he’s just a sleep deprived teen. He needs some mystery to spruce up this life. People’s reactions to his eyes and hair has gotten boring, especially since he doesn’t know the true answer himself.

Maybe he wants to know why Eri’s joined in on the secrets club, leaving him as the odd one out. No white feather hanging from his neck.

Maybe it’s getting to him. The apologies wearing thin.

So if he decides to take a walk down to the Udagawa backstreets alone, music blasting, really, who can blame him?

Well, the robber with a gun against Neku’s head in front of the old CAT mural would probably blame him. But he doesn’t count.

Terror climbs up his spine like a swarm of spiders, molten lead weighing down his limbs before the bullet’s even hit. It’s cold against his forehead, as he stares into the eyes of this man, knowing without a doubt that he could end up dead.

The robber removes his headphones, and Neku holds still. One wrong move and he’ll be g o n e.

The worst part of this isn’t the terror, or the loss. No.

It’s the familiarity.

He’s always been scared of guns. Fear clogging up his lungs at the sight of one. Hiding from fireworks that sound like gunshots ringing out.

Words are being said, orders, but Neku has turned to ice, unable to close his eyes to hide away from this reality, unable to move, unable to think as the gun stares back at him.

He has two thoughts. The first is: This is it, this is how it ends.

The second: What’s one more bullet meant to do, when I’ve already taken two?

A shot rings out.

A deafening crack echoes through the air, and Neku falls back onto the concrete street.

The robber crumples to the ground in front of him, as the smell of ozone sears his nose.

But not the smell of blood. There’s no pain blinding him, no hole in his head.

Neku’s not dead.

His vision splits, and so does his head, a tectonic rift jumping two halves of one whole out of alignment. Lightning strikes, spider-webbing through his vision, the after-images burned into his eyes.

There’s someone else standing nearby, a cloud of white hair and sharp, violet eyes, staring on in concern, one arm outstretched. And Neku knows, deep in his Soul, that he should not be seeing this person while still alive, but the mirage is a welcome sight.

He knows this person. Familiar like the words to an old song, one you used to know by heart, returning to you as you once again hear the tune.

“J–Joshua…?” he manages to get the name past the charred lump in his throat, as the world blurs, webs of darkness creeping over his eyes.

The last thing Neku knows is two gentle hands lifting him, and soft arms to rest in.

Neku Sakuraba opens his eyes, and finds a feather hanging from his neck, and five smiling friends crowded around his bed.

This is how the story goes:

Five people, five sixths of a family, die.

But they’re born anew.

Born into a kind and caring world. Looked after by the sixth. Led through life until the time for their memories to return came.

Once all the missing pieces were found, put back into the right place, and the picture became clear, the sixth joined the group of five.

Laughter rings out from the apartment, pillow fights and movie nights and crashing together on the couch as the sun comes up.

The family decides then:

Let this cycle repeat.

Let none of us be left alone.

Let’s move forward, but not forget the echoes of the past which have led us here.

Let us be together.

Because we can face anything so long as we have each other.

#TWEWY #TWEWY Bang 2019 #The World Ends With You #composeregg #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #submission #fanfic

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We Move Lightly - Chapter 6

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: swearings and fluff.

Word count: 3.361

A/N: due to Tumblr’s links problems, I’m not going to put here the link for previous chapters, masterlist and my ask (which my inbox happens to be OPEN for requests <3) but you all can keep up with the link for my masterlist in my bio! I hope this problem gets fixed soon @staff 

I had a great time too, you text Ivar back in the morning. Sigurd’s band is really cool, I wasn’t expecting that. Amy is completely baffled by Ubbe, she loved the night.

Ivar’s response came immediately.

Morning, Y/N, how did you sleep? I gotta say, Ubbe’s getting in my nerves; he can’t stop talking about Amy. He keeps asking when she’ll left, so we could do something before that.

You giggle at Ivar’s message.

Well, that’s good to know; I like Ubbe, I don’t think he’ll harm my beloved best friend. She’ll leave on monday evening. You sent it and you realize you hadn’t answered Ivar’s first question, so you quickly added: I slept well, it was a fun night. You?

Yeah, I could hear you little girls screaming. Have you watched any horror movie?

Ivar, we didn’t scream.

No? Oh. I guess then it was just Hvitserk at the sight of him in the mirror, my apologies, you laugh out loud. I heard that, Ivar added in sequence.

Good.

Maybe we should do something again tomorrow then, what do you think?, Ivar texts.

That sounds great, I think Amy will like it. But, I have to say, she’s not really the type of girl who… well, yeah, sometimes, but…

What is it? Did she not like Ubbe that much? I don’t want to force her to anything.

No no no, it’s not that. She liked him, but… just for fun, you know? Maybe you should already prepare Ubbe for that, I don’t know him the way you do.

Oh… yeah, right. Ubbe falls pretty easily.

“Ivar!!” you hear someone screaming from your neighbors’ backyard.

Have you heard that?, Ivar asks.

Oh, I have. It sounded angry.

It’s my father, I haven’t finished something he asked me to.

How disappointing, Ivar Lothbrok, you mess with him.

Sorry, ma’am.

Go help your father.

Will do. Talk to you later, girl. Enjoy your day with your friend.

You smile at Ivar’s last text, deciding to leave it like that, locking your phone. Amy walks into the kitchen, scratching her head, her hair a messy nest.

“Did I just witnessed your neighbors’ famous screams?”

“Oh, this is nothing, it gets worse.”

“You weren’t kidding. It’s 9 am.”

“Here, I made one for you.”

“Oh god, it’s my favorite!” Amy squealed and sat by the kitchen island, admiring her bowl of blueberry smoothie. “Did you do groceries just for me?”

“Maybe I did,” you went to the sink to wash your own bowl. “How you spent the night?”

“At our made up bed? From our teenagehood? I almost cried of nostalgia - don’t you worry, this has a good meaning,” you laughed.

“I was talking to Ivar.”

“Really?” Amy said with a playful look.

“He said Ubbe’s being a pain in his ass - all he can talk about is you.”

“I told ya: predator side,” Amy got a big spoon of smoothie, filling her cheeks and looking like a squirrel.

“Ivar thought that maybe we all could do something tomorrow, before you leave.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of him. What will we do?”

“I have no idea.”

“You two could arrange a party.”

“Amy…” you reprimand her, not being completely serious.

“Hmm, what? Don’t you wanna party?” you give your best ‘don’t-wanna-party’ look. “A club then?” you continued to give her your ‘don’t-wanna-party’ look. “Oh, do whatever you wanna do,” she laughs. “Just arrange me a good night with Ubbe.”

“Will do,” you say raising your eyebrows and getting back to the sink.

“Plans for today?”

“What you wanna do?”

“I don’t know, it’s your town. What do you suggest we do?”

“I could show you around.”

“Then we go where I want to? Like old times?”

“Do I have to babysit you?”

“Always, honey,” you laugh and agree.

*

What do you suggest for us to do tomorrow?, you text Ivar in the middle of the afternoon.

You were waiting for Amy outside the store she had entered. One block driving in downtown was enough to make her go nuts and want to go shopping. You knew her enough to know that you didn’t want to enter in those stores with her - she always took very long, so you decide to appreciate the view.

And at some point you texted Ivar, but you knew he probably wouldn’t answer quickly, since he was helping his father out.

“Y/N!! You gotta come over here!” you hear Amy calling for you from inside the store. You enter. “What you think?” she asks, wearing a whole complete pack of a red lace lingerie.

“Wow…” you stutter. Red suited Amy very well, with all her dark colors, her hair, her eyes. It made her shine. “Are you planning on using that with Ubbe?”

“I’m planning on using that, no matter who. What do you think?” Amy spins.

“I think this is so gorgeous; you’re looking so gorgeous.”

With a big smile on her face, Amy changes to pay for her lingerie.

You two got out of the store holding each others arms, you helping Amy with her bags. You start to worry a little with your friend - you knew Amy enough to know that sometimes she got a little too much excited and lost control over things.

“Ames, aren’t you saving money for your own place?”

“Yep!” she responded happily, looking around.

“Are you supposed to spend that much on clothes? I mean, I’m not in place to tell you what you should do with your money, but… I’m concerned, and I want you to have your own things…”

“Y/N, turns out I’m very good with money. I… it’s not being easy, but I have two jobs, and I don’t spent a cent by living with my parents, so I can have one day of selfcare. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Thanks for caring, but I’m good. Actually, I just used all the money that I was so supposed to with clothes, so we can walk around now,” Amy kissed you on your cheek.

*

You and Amy were laid down on the grass looking at the sky and trying to put the clouds into forms, just like you did when you two were kids when your phone rang at a message.

“I think it’s Ivar,” Amy said.

“You’re correct, as always,” you said after looking at your screen, seeing Ivar’s response.

“Aren’t you gonna answer?” Amy asked when you put the phone down.

“I can talk to him later. I’m with you, now, and you’re not always next door.”

“You’ll make me cry that way,” Amy said in a high tone, rolling on the grass to get closer to you and hug you - you and her were always that close. “I like it here,” she said holding your hand, looking up at the sky again. “It’s so calm, and beautiful. It’s a lovely little town.”

“Well, the only not so calm place is my neighbors’ house,” you two laughed.

“I still can’t believe the way you met Ivar,” your heart felt warmed at the sound of his name and you smiled a bit, looking at the blue sky. I can’t believe it too, you thought. “You’re here for six months, living next door, and you had never seen any of them before.”

“Hey, in my defense, their mess and screams weren’t very welcoming,” Amy and you laughed.

“I know you so well. You denied to meet them until the last moment.”

“Actually I was still denying, but I was pushed into it.”

“I’m sure their father’s eyes made an effect on you that made you wanna go to their house.”

“Don’t you dare to start, Ames.”

“I think I might have a dad predator side.”

“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your hands, trying to hold your laugh. “He’s married.”

“The predator side don’t give a damn about that,” Amy said, messing with you. That was why she was born for, she used to say. I was born to hunt you down and give you laughs until the doom of times.

“I’m seeing a sheep,” you change the subject.

“Y/N, I’m afraid to say that what you’re seeing is a cloud. All clouds look like sheeps.”

“I’m seeing a sheep,” you insist.

“I’m seeing a sheep too,” she goes with it.

*

Amy and your mom were preparing dinner, so you decide to jump in the couch and use that time to answer Ivar.

That depends on what Amy likes to do, Ivar had written.

Amy loves parties. Crazy parties. Heavy parties.

It took precisely five minutes for Ivar’s answer to come.

Not your thing, I suppose?

Nah. Yours?

No way. Totally Hvitserk’s way, Ubbe too.

She suggested a club.

Do you like clubs?

Nope.

Me neither; I don’t think it’s a good idea to left your friend alone with my brother, since the plan it’s all four of us to do something together.

I was thinking that maybe we could go to the movies, but that’s too cheesy.

I like cheesy, this message past unseen to your eyes and you continued to type.

I thought that maybe we could do a barbecue, but…

But…?

But it would be rude to make a barbecue and invite only you and Ubbe.

I think it’s super fair, you laughed.

Of course you think that.

Hvitserk wouldn’t go anyways, he decided to shave his other eyebrow, you laughed out loud, not being able to hold it. Yeah, that meant I lost the bet with Ubbe, and I don’t think Sigurd would go, he’s Sigurd. Sometimes I wonder if the nurses didn’t picked the wrong baby and gave it to my parents, you laughed once again.

You are terrible, Ivar Lothbrok.

;)

Can I let the barbecue at your and Ubbe’s hands? I’m not very good with it and you guys at the end would only eat ashes.

It would be my pleasure to eat ashes made by you, you smiled. Lucky yours that I happen to be a great cooker.

Why do I have the impression that you told me that once?, you texted remembering the night when Ivar knocked on your door with a plate of brownies made by Aslaug.

Because it’s the truth, milady. Okay, be here with Amy by 7 pm. Let me and Ubbe take care of everything; he was the one who suggested it anyways, nothing more fair than that.

Cool.

Cool.

You and Ivar went silent, both looking at your phone screens. It went like that for a couple of minutes before Ivar sent something.

Don’t forget to be out all day tomorrow, or you will see the preps for it and it wouldn’t be fun, you laugh.

What, are you planning something special?

No, it’s just… I don’t want the magic of it being ruined.

Okay okay, your magic will be untouched and unruined.

Cool.

You keep looking to Ivar’s message, smiling; you lock your phone.

*

Ivar’s POV

“It all has to be perfect, you idiot!” Ivar screams at Ubbe.

“Gods, Ivar, everything you do to that girl has to be perfect,” Ubbe mocked his brother. “You’ll grow old that way, it will get you tired.”

“I don’t want her to have a bad impression of us.”

“As you always says, but that’s too late. She’s fond just of you, my brother,” Ubbe said while carrying a wooden table to the backyard with some difficult. Ivar blushed a little at Ubbe’s saying.

“You keep carrying the things while I’ll go and start to make the dessert.”

“Let mom do it, she said it’s okay.”

“No! I’ll do it. Our timing is perfect if everyone do their jobs well.”

Ivar then went to the kitchen, all prepared to do his ‘perfect ice cream pie’, as it was said in the recipe.

“You look like a Disney princess, Ivar, all worried about this girl and making pies.”

“And you look like an alien, but do I say that to you, Hvitserk?”

“Hey, I’m gonna find out who did that to me, okay? And I’m gonna have a comeback ten times worse.”

“Only ten?” Ivar asked while preparing the kitchen island. Hvitserk got a hand full of white flour and threw it at Ivar’s face, making him close his eyes and coff. Ivar took a deep breath before cleaning his face and went back to his work.

*

“Hvitserk, gimme a hand here!” Ubbe screamed over his brother.

“Yeah, sure,” they both moved the heavy wooden table. “So, what’s this all about?”

“Y/N and her friend. Me and Ivar went out with them on Friday night, at Sigurd’s concert. We’re dropping this before Amy goes back to her town.”

“Amy?”

“Y/N’s friend.”

“So you two…”

“Yeah, we had a great time at Bragr’s.”

“Brother?”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t live here.”

“I know.”

“You don’t know how to deal with this kind of thing.”

“I do.”

“Ubbe, no,” Hvitserk dropped his side of the wooden table, making Ubbe do the same. “I know you, bro. You’re gonna fall for this girl.”

“You’re only saying that because you want her.”

“How could I?, I never saw her.”

“You don’t need to, your dick can do that job for you very well,” Ubbe got the table back, making Hvitserk help him again. “How’s Margrethe, anyway?”

“We don’t see each other anymore.”

“Hm.”

“It’s not me who she loves.”

“Well, we didn’t work out together, so I guess that’s it.”

“Just… don’t be blind, Ubbe.”

“Got it.”

*

When you and Amy stepped at the Lothbroks’ backyard, Amy sighed.

“Wow… this looks so beautiful…”

The decoration was somewhat familiar to you - just like when your father went back home and he had a barbecue dropped for him; it was only missing the ‘welcome back’ balloons. The smell of barbecue was amazing and you saw Ivar at the griller, flipping hamburgers.

“Look who’s here!”, Ubbe shouted, coming closer, a bottle of beer in hands. “Welcome to our humble home, heart,” Ubbe said to Amy. “Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” Ubbe hugged you, then went with Amy inside the house. “Let me show you around,” you heard him saying.

You look over at Ivar, who smiles at you.

“I’m here,” you say to him.

“I’m glad, then,” Ivar places a hand in your cheek, his thumb making small circles in your skin while he kissed your other cheek, slowly, taking your breath out. You close your eyes at his touch and lips. He holds your chin, making you look up at him. You stare his eyes, shine dark blue at the night’s, moon’s light. He only smiles and goes back to his food.

“I thought that maybe me and Ubbe would be exchanging places here, but he’s too busy with Amy right now…”

“I can’t believe she’ll have sex with him right now,” Ivar lets out a laugh from down his throat.

“Gods, no. Ubbe is just showing her around, relax. His game isn’t that fast.”

“Oh, but Amy’s is,” Ivar chuckles.

“Trust me, Y/N. You don’t have to worry.”

A couple of minutes later Ubbe and Amy were back, and Amy had a bottle of beer in her hands.

“Their house is just so cool, Y/N!” you only nod your head at her.

“Yo Ivar, lemme take care of that now.”

“With pleasure,” Ivar goes to your side, letting Ubbe finish the meal. “Wanna drink anything?”

“Huh… yeah, okay.”

Ivar hands you a beer, taking one for him as well. You sip the bitter liquid, trying to not make a funny face.

When Ubbe served the food it was like magic: Hvitserk showed up at the backyard, a plate in hands. “I’m here just for the food!” he announces happily. You notice that he was wearing a baseball hat in order to hide his lack of eyebrow, or to switch the attention from it.

Ubbe and Ivar were messing with their brother, trying to make him go away, all three of them laughing. “Take that hat off, man!” you heard Ivar insisting, laughing. You saw his big smile, his white and pointy teeth. It didn’t matter how much they fought, it was obvious that they loved each other. Ubbe was in a failed attempt to take Hvitserk’s hat off.

Among all of that, you notice Amy looking at Hvitserk.

You knew that look.

And it wasn’t good.

Amy wasn’t the type of girl who easily fell for guys but, when it happened, it was a serious deal.

Hvitserk left looking at her, surprised at first but then amused.

Discreetly you step on her foot and she got the message.

As the night passed, Ubbe and Amy drank more and they excused themselves.

You kept drinking beers at a slow pace and Ivar was following you, but he definitely was drinking more than you.

“Come here,” he said, reaching out for your hand. He was going to an enormous tree at the end of the backyard. “That’s our beloved one, right here. Father said it was already here, this big, when he bought the ground. You know I’m pagan, right?” you nod.

“You worship the norse gods. I saw in your house, and this,” you touch the little hammer hanging around his neck.

“Mjölnir, the hammer of Thor. Do you know about the Yggdrasil?”, you nod.

“Not much.”

“Yggdrasil is an immense ash tree that is the axis of the world. It’s located in the center of the universe and connects all the nine worlds.”

“That’s nice,” you say sweetly, smiling at him.

“It’s very holy, and that’s why we have so much things made of wood here; the old Norse Folk considered every wood sacred because of the Yggdrasil. But I’m not here to tell you about my Gods. I just… I just wanted you to know about it. This tree is very important to us,” Ivar sat near the tree, leaning his back against its trunk. “It’s our Yggdrasil. Come, sit here,” Ivar taps at his side.

You do so, very clumsy due to the beer.

“Here is the best spot,” Ivar says and you look up to the sky, to the tree’s branches, its leaves growing inchmeal as spring arrives slowly. You can see the dark sky between it, a couple of stars. You keep staring at the night sky until you shot:

“I’m so drunk right now,” you giggle, putting the half empty bottle of beer on the ground. Ivar laughs, drunk as well. “I drank only three beers while you drank what?, five?” Ivar laughs a little more.

“I drank eight, Y/N. I’m not sober, but I’m not even close to be drunk; I need much more to get like that.”

“Well, I’m not a drinker,” you laugh and Ivar follows you. You look up again at the dark sky being cut by the branches. You feel Ivar’s gaze on you, but you don’t give him attention.

“You’re so beautiful,” you hear him saying. You frown.

“That’s just the alcohol saying.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” you smile at the sky.

“No, I mean, yes,” you laugh, confused.

“What?”

“I’m not saying that because I’m drunk, I’m saying that exactly because I’m drunk,” you look at Ivar, bursting out laughing. He had a serious expression on his face - the type of drunk-serious expression.

“Ivar, what the fuck?” you said laughing.

“The alcohol got me the balls to finally say that to you, that’s it. You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

“You are so beautiful too, Ivar,” you said, burying your face in his shoulder, you both looking to the night sky.

“I guess the word you’re looking for is ‘handsome’.”

“Maybe,” so after a pause you add: “You are so handsome, Ivar.”

Ivar’s hands search for yours, squeezing it slightly. “I’m so glad Sigurd left that day and all that big fight happened, otherwise I would have never met you,” you draw random lines on his knuckles.

“This is good. Here is good,” you said sleepy, getting closer to Ivar and burying more your face on his neck, where you fell asleep.    

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[sampaii-ca]

Everyday Fiends (Klance Drabble)

Everyday adventures in the life of two demon boyfriends and their three headed dog.

“What the hell!” The man looked down at his suit, scalding hot coffee seeping into his crisp white shirt and all over his shoes.

Keith snickered behind his hand, looking at the man. “Is that the best you got?”

Lance flashed him a wolfish grin, “You KNOW I can do better than that. That was just a warm up.” He laced his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front, rolling his neck to get the mock kinks out.

With a flick of his finger, the skirt of the girl standing in line at the coffee shop, flew up and over her face. A high pitched shriek rang throughout the shop. Lance shot Keith a wink and he rolled his eyes.

“Only you enjoyed that one. And it was still lame.” Keith muttered under his breath.

“Aww is my baby jealous?” Lance wriggled his eyebrows at him, leaning over the small table they were sitting at. “Don’t worry babe, I only have eyes for you.” His eyes closed as his lips drifted towards Keith’s, but before they touched, Keith snapped his fingers and he was suddenly falling out of his chair, it being swept out from under him. Lance let out a yelp as he landed on his ass. The few people in the shop turned to look at them.

Keith couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and let slip the most undignified snort. Hiding his face behind his hands. Little short snorts escaping as he tried to control his breathing. “Y-your face!” Tears were prickling at his eyes and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

“Owwww BABE!” Lance scowled at him from the floor, “That hurt!”

“You’re such a baby.” Keith stood up and walked around the table, holding out his hand to help Lance up.

Lance pouted but took the offering, Keith pulled him up on his feet and Lance immediately draped himself over Keith’s back, putting as much of his weight on him.

“Oof, you’re heavy.”

“Ya, well, I’m injured Keith. INJURED...cuz my boyfriend is an ass.”

“Heh, ya but you love this ass.”

Lance reached down and gave him a little pinch. “I DO love this ass.”

Snorting in response, Keith grabbed his hand and they walked out of the cafe into the late afternoon sun.

“What should we get for dinner tonight?”

“Hmm I’m kind of feeling Thai.” Lance wrapped his arms around Keith from behind, kissing the side of his neck.

“Lance.”

“What?”

Keith leveled him with The Look, “You know what.”

“You love Thai! Why can’t we get some?”

“Babe, you literally breathed fire from the spiciness of your curry and ended up setting the table cloth on fire last time we were there. I’m pretty sure they unofficially banned us from their restaurant. We’re also lucky no one saw the fire come out of your mouth.”

Lance grunted, “Worth it, that curry was sooooo good. I love it spicy! Can’t we just order out then, you can go pick it up so they won’t have to see me.” He started to run his hands along Keith’s sides, sliding under his shirt.

Despite running at a warmer temperature naturally, Lance’s touch sent goosebumps across his skin.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll head there now but you need to take Kosmo on a walk when you get home.”

“Deal!” Lance loved Kosmo so this was an easy trade off.

At the next corner they stopped, Lance held Keith’s face between his palms and he pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Then he turned Keith around and smacked his ass so hard it echoed throughout the intersection and took off running towards their home. “See you later babe!”

Keith was momentarily stunned but regained his senses when he started to feel a dull throb coming from his ass cheek. “That little fucker…” he mumbled under his breath and started to walk in the opposite direction towards the restaurant.

Lance skipped up the steps to their front door with a grin on his face. He shook his hand out to get the feeling back into it, a slight stinging sensation spread through it from slapping Keith’s ass so hard.

Hehe, worth it!

“Ooooo Kosmoooo! I’m hooooooome!”

Not two seconds after he threw his keys on the entryway table, a giant blue/black blur of fluff barreled into him. Almost knocking him over.

“Hey buddy.” He wheezed out. Kosmo started licking his face, all three tongues spreading slobber up his face and into his hair.

“Hahahah ok ok! Stop stop! Please!” He pried Kosmo from his face, it was a little difficult when there were three heads attacking him at once.

Eventually Kosmo stopped and hopped off Lance, sitting beside the coat rack where his harness hung.

“You want to go on a walk?” Kosmo’s ears perked up and his tail started to wag faster.

“I bet you do. Yesss who’s a good boy!” Lance scratched behind one set of ears and dropped a kiss on each snout.

He grabbed the harness from the coat hanger and wrapped it around Kosmo’s body. The leather was worn and faded from many outings in the sun and rain but the runes etched into it were still there. A friend had come up with a spell to camouflage Kosmo’s two extra heads while he wore the harness. Humans weren’t accustomed to seeing a Cerberus walking casually down the street so they had to hide his two extra heads somehow. To them he just looked like a normal Husky when wearing the harness.

The harness also helped “ground” Kosmo so he couldn’t teleport while they were out in public. They learned their lesson when he was a puppy and couldn’t control his jumps every time he got excited. Pretty sure that’s why their neighbor hated them, Kosmo kept teleporting into his backyard and eating his flowers.

A year later, multiple apologies to the neighbor and after a lot of training, Kosmo only ever teleported when called or told to.

Heading outside, they followed their usual route around the neighborhood. Making a stop in the local park. It was a beautiful day, a few families playing lawn games or just chatting while sitting on the grass.

Lance sat down on a bench, Kosmo by his side watching a family nearby throw a frisbee around. The frisbee ended up at Lance’s feet and a young boy jogged over to retrieve it.

“Sorry about that.” The boy said as he jogged up.

“No problem.” Lance bent down to pick up the frisbee and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” The boy glanced at Kosmo, “Is this your dog?” Lance nodded in response.

“Cool, can I pet him?”

Lance chuckled and Kosmo’s ears perked up. “Ya, go ahead. He loves behind the ear scratches.”

The boy beamed and began cooing at Kosmo and scratching behind his ears like Lance said and Kosmo’s tongue immediately lolled out and his eyes shut in pure bliss.

“He’s a Husky right?”

“Ya, a rare breed you could say.”

The boy looked at Lance in confusion but didn’t say anything because Kosmo abruptly turned his head, ears turned forward towards a tree a ways away from the bench.

“Hmm—“, seeing the boy’s confusion, Lance looked to Kosmo just as he took off into a sprint. Unfortunately, the clasp underneath the harness snapped under the force of Lance still holding onto the leash, breaking the concealment spell hiding his true appearance. And in his excitement, Kosmo teleported across to the tree and started chasing a squirrel with all three heads shimmering into existence, out for all to see.

Lance was stunned into a stupor but was jerked back into his body when the boy screamed and started pointing frantically towards Kosmo, running in circles around the trunk of the tree, barking up at the squirrel who had taken refuge in the branches.

“Uhhhhhhhh--GOTTA GO!! BYEEEEE!!” Lance sprinted towards Kosmo, leash and harness still in hand and practically tackled Kosmo to the ground trying to get the harness back on. Both rolling around in the grass, Lance getting smacked in the face with Kosmo’s paw (or maybe it was his tail) a few times When that failed, he did the only thing he could think of.

“Take us home Kosmo.” He whispered in the wolf’s ear. There was a tingle along his skin, a crackle of electricity in the air and in a flash they were gone.

The hardwood floor met the back of Lance’s head with a loud thump as he landed, Kosmo landing right on top of him. Knocking the breath from his lungs.

A soft whoosh of air escaped, “Bud--dy..I’m gunna need you to get off.” Trying to push against Kosmo was like trying to move a small car, especially when three large wet tongues started licking all over his face.

Lance accepted his fate of not getting up anytime soon and just laid there on the floor giggling, giving Kosmo’s scratches to wherever he could reach.

A few moments later, keys were jingling in the lock and Keith stepped through the door, carrying multiple bags of food.

Kosmo immediately raised his heads and bounded towards Keith, kicking the breathe from Lance’s lungs for the second time.

Kosmo collided with Keith’s legs. “Whoa! Hey there boy!” Keith held the bags of food above his head so Kosmo couldn’t reach them. “Lance? Lance where are you?” He rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw Lance sprawled out on the tile.

He set the food down on the counter and peered at Lance from above, “Whatcha doin on the floor babe?”

“O you know, just inspecting the tile.”

Keith snorted and began to pull plates and silverware out. “Did you guys go on a W-A-L-K?”

“Ooooo ya we did. Boy do I have a story to tell you.”

Keith’s mouth tilled up into a charming smirk. “Do tell.”

Lance picked himself off the floor and dusted his pants off. Feeling the excess slobber on his face, he swiped if off with his sleeve.

"Well, lets just say we need to find a new park to go to.”

I'm going to make this a series, already have an idea for the second chapter :3

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Pretty Reckless

CHAPTER SIX

Summary: Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When they’re connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Pairing: Dean x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Warnings: hand feeding, hair pulling, rough sex, ass play, no condoms, lap sitting, prostate massage, magical bond

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

*graphic by @icemankazansky​

“So…” Faith's brow was fully creased in question as she glanced at the men surrounding her. “You’re friends. With the King of Hell.”

When Dean had told her who Crowley was and briefed her on their complicated history she had remained fairly indifferent. There wasn’t much that surprised her in her line of work. When the red-eyed demon showed up in the bunker library, however, she was slightly surprised at how at ease, almost chummy, they all were.

“I wouldn’t say friends,” Sam said with a cringe.

“Best friends,” Crowley asserted with an arched brow.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Crowley, do you have the crap we need or not?”

“So impatient, Squirrel,” Crowley chastised, producing a small bag from the inside pocket of his overcoat and dropping it to the table before turning to approach Faith. “I haven’t even been properly introduced to this lovely new addition to Team Free Will.” He eyed Faith with interest and she arched a brow. “She’s even prettier than you, Dean.” Crowley took her hand in his, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it, lingering, holding her gaze.

Faith chuckled. “Smooth,” she said with a head tilt, openly checking him out. “Guess it’s no secret how you got to be king, huh?”

“Oh, love, if you only knew,” Crowley smirked, still holding her hand.

“I bet,” she laughed.

“Okay, are you flirting? With Crowley ?” Dean asked, incredulous. Then he held up his hands in surrender and shook his head. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know. Cas, double-check that we have everything we need for the spell, would ya?”

The room was a flurry of movement, then – all but Crowley, who watched Faith and Dean dance around one another, drawing each other in and touching light. He was curious about the girl, but even more curious about what she was to Dean and what Dean was to her. It was clear that there was something between them, and the thought of what it was exactly further piqued Crowley’s interest.

Dean linked his fingers with Faith and pulled her into his side as he browsed the necessary texts to take with them. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear before latching onto its lobe with her teeth in a playful nip and sliding her hand under his t-shirt. Dean turned his face toward her and then they were kissing, abandoning their task at hand.

Crowley shot a look to Castiel and Sam, each of them looking downtrodden and helpless. Disbelief colored the demon’s face before he cleared his throat loudly, earning him the very edge of the couple’s attention.

“Darling,” Crowley called, hoping to distract Faith from Dean, and it worked. He gave her a placating smile as he crafted his next words. “As much as I’d love to be front and center for you and your boy toy’s live sex show, we haven’t the time.”

Faith shifted uncomfortably, and Dean dropped his hand from where it was gripping Faith's elbow, none too lightly. “Watch your mouth,” Dean growled.

“For the love of my beloved Juliet, am I the only one in this room who respects the mechanics of time?”

“I’m not arguing,” Castiel replied, garnering looks to kill from Dean and Faith, and an eye roll from Sam.

Dean set his eyes back on his companion. “I hate to agree with this pompous pile of dicks, but,” he hesitated, regret clouding his eyes as they focused on hers. “At least three of the ingredients for this spell have a shelf life of, like, 12 hours. We gotta get movin’.”

Faith sighed and nodded, then shot Crowley a scowl as if it was his fault that they had such little time. To that, Crowley responded with an indignant huff.

“I’ll pack up,” Sam said, getting the team back on track. “Faith, wanna help?”

She reluctantly dragged her gaze from Dean’s movements to meet Sam’s eyes. “Yeah,” she replied, nodding slowly, looking a bit dazed. “Sure, yeah.”

Dean pulled her in for a quick kiss to her temple, then. “I’m gonna get the car ready for the trip,” he muttered before releasing her and shooting Crowley a nasty look.

Crowley smirked then turned his attention to Faith and the younger Winchester as they packed books and the spell ingredients. Once they’d carefully zipped the packed bag shut and it was set aside, Sam announced that he was going to pack his own bag and check on Dean, leaving Faith and Crowley alone, but for Castiel who was re-reading about the Descendents' Blade, ensuring they hadn’t missed anything.

Assured that Castiel was sufficiently distracted, Crowley crossed the room and focused on Faith once again.

“What is it with you two?” he asked quietly, leaning against the bookshelf in front of her.

Faith didn’t answer right away, but he could see that she heard the question. She seemed to be weighing her answer carefully. “The Mark,” she answered simply, keeping her voice low to match his, and her eyes on her hands as she shelved the volumes they’d decided to leave behind.

Crowley tilted his head and continued to study her. “You’re a descendant?” he wondered aloud, and she nodded, her shoulders tensing slightly. There was more, so he attempted to fill in the blanks. “You’re of the descendants.”

Her eyes flicked to the side to briefly meet his. “You know?” she asked, hazarding a glance at Castiel. “About the antidote?”

Crowley shook his head in answer. She wasn’t sure if she should believe him – not that it mattered now that they finally knew and had a plan.

“I’ve only ever heard rumblings of a possible line of descendants who could – maybe – somehow reverse The Mark’s effects on its bearer.”

She turned to face him fully and crossed her arms over her chest. “That would've been good information to have, like, a week ago.”

Crowley shrugged and stood straight to meet her eyes. “How was I to know?”

“You weren’t,” she sighed. “You couldn’t – never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

He narrowed his eyes and she squirmed. He watched her busy her hands again with the books and the facts were clear, but he liked to peel the onion slowly.

“Your mere presence calms the incessant pull and burn of The Mark,” he said, and she nodded in agreement. “And,” he leaned back against the pillar, sliding his hands into the pockets of his overcoat. “I’d venture to guess that your… touch does even more to soothe his quandary.”

Faith stopped what she was doing, sighed heavily and peered up at the ceiling.

“That’s about the size of it, Sparky.” She turned her gaze on him again, and surprisingly found something close to compassion.

“You’re in love with him,” Crowley stared into her eyes, and she flinched, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she shrugged.

“Overrated emotion, if you ask me,” she said, remaining aloof.

“Well,” Crowley paused, studying her further. “Take care that your… emotions don’t get the better of you, love.” She held his gaze. “We’re all invested in this operation.”

After a few beats, Faith pursed her lips and nodded. “Copy that,” she answered then turned on her heels and left the room.

~~~~~~~ 

Faith was relieved that Crowley didn’t ride with them to the farm. His keen observations had her squirming in her boots and she didn’t like it. She had feelings for Dean, there was no denying that, but there was no sense in discussing or exploring it. Once they killed Cain, she was gone – end of story.

When they reached their destination, they climbed out of the Impala as Crowley appeared from thin air. Faith wondered what Crowley had to gain from knowing about her feelings for Dean. She had to focus on Cain first and foremost, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have an eye on Crowley.

“Faith, you and me’ll take the perimeter,” Dean said, checking his pocket for the First Blade just as Faith checked for her own. “Sammy, you and these two get the spell ready.” Dean didn’t really need to check for the Blade – he was glaringly aware of its location at all times – but the habit was a comfort of sorts.  

“Got it,” Sam answered, already organizing his supplies.

Dean nodded and turned to head toward the barn with Faith at his side.

“Crowley knows more than he’s tellin’ us,” Faith spoke abruptly but quietly. Waiting to tell Dean her discovery about Crowley was grueling, but she hadn’t wanted to alarm the rest of the group with the knowledge she’d gleaned earlier in the afternoon.

“How d’you know?” Dean asked without missing a beat.

“He knew about the antidote in my bloodline,” she answered, and Dean shot her an arched eyebrow. “He told me.” Dean nodded and came to a stop then turned to look down at her fully. “He’s also real curious about you and me.”

Dean scoffed at that. “Yeah, well,” he pulled a wry smirk. “Crowley’s always been a lot more interested in what I do with my dick that he should be.”

Faith laughed. “Why does that not surprise me?”

Dean shook his head, chuckling, then quickly scanned their surroundings. “Okay, ready?” They each nodded with deep breaths. “Let’s take this fucker down so we can celebrate.” He smiled at her and winked, and she grinned. “Just like we talked about.”

“Right on,” she said and they parted ways.

Faith rounded the back of the barn scanning and ensuring the perimeter was secure before scaling the side of the building and rolling into the hayloft. She scurried through the rafters until she could hear Dean and Cain below her. Dean was confronting Cain, and she could feel the tension from several feet above them.

When they began to fight, Faith sent up a silent prayer for strength and focus. She watched and listened as Cain told Dean that it was no use to fight the pull of the Mark. He told Dean that there was no cure, and she knew Cain was lying through his teeth.

She felt his malintent and the war in Dean’s mind and fought to endure that war as both tore at her. As Cain’s words shredded Dean’s psyche, she felt it in her soul. Cain’s telekinetic power and his supernatural strength were unaffected by the Devil’s Trap, but Faith was able to remain behind the magical veil that hid her presence from him.

Just when Cain had Dean on his knees and was about to deal the killing blow, Faith dropped from the rafters, knocking Cain aside and Dean prone in a bed of hay and dust. She threw a roundhouse kick to Cain’s face and he fell to the ground, sliding through the debris. Then she straddled him, raised the Descendents' Blade high in the air then sunk the blade alongside his sternum straight through his heart.

~~~~~~~

Out of all the times he’d been inside her, he’d never really felt her. They’d had a mystical connection that had intensified with every stroke, every breath, every nip and lick. That connection had become its own entity, overshadowing who he was and who she was, redefining reality in a way that he had come to rely on as his new normal.

“Dean,” she whispered as her back arched, pressing her soft breasts into his chest. He was above her, looking down on her as if it were the first time he’d seen her or touched her; that thought couldn’t be further from the truth, and the fact of it broke him a little bit.

He’d spent seven days with her, inside her, tasting her, fucking her every possible way known to man – and demon. Yet it was that sliver of a moment, watching her take down Cain, graceful as a lioness and her prey, that gave him the full picture of who she really was.

She was a woman in her own right, whole and courageous, full of passion and strength, and god, she was beautiful.

“Dean,” she breathed again, her honey eyes dark with want and longing.

He pressed his lips to her throat, open and wet, pushed up onto his hands and slowly slid inside her. He sighed loud and long, dropping his forehead to hers as she brought her legs up around his hips.

“This’s real, right here,” he whispered, waiting for her eyes, then holding her gaze until she nodded in agreement, her brow beginning to crease. He shook his head and dipped in to kiss the frustration away for them both. "This is us."

They’d killed Cain, the Mark was vanquished, and the magical amplification of their connection languished accordingly. Crowley had watched with undisguised fascination when Faith dragged Dean’s limp form from the barn, the previously more than obvious heady charge between them dwindling, leaving behind simple care and concern. Dean was satisfied that Crowley’s interest in he and Faith's relationship was benign, if annoying as fuck.

Dean moved in and out and around, and Faith gripped his shoulders, licking inside his mouth and pulling his soft, curved top lip between her own full lips. Neither of them was going to let go easily. Just because The Mark had been severed didn’t mean they were immune to each other; it didn’t mean they could just forget.

It took longer for her to come, longer than the ever-looming orgasms he’d grown used to feeling from her, but he wouldn’t argue because it felt good just to really feel her. There was a layer removed, giving him access to all of her – her unique smell, her taste, every change in her pitch and tone along the way – and it was almost too much.

Yet, the sounds and movements she made when she finally came spurred him on. He wanted to hear more, wanted to give and take more.

Once her breathing steadied, he pulled out of her body. He was hard and wanting, but no longer drowning in the painful, maddening need he’d had so desperately mere hours before. He slowly slid down her body, memorizing every inch and curve until he was at her feet, sitting back on his own, stroking her skin and listening to her sighs.

“You’re too far away, Winchester,” she said, sounding wistful, reaching for him.

Dean took her hand in one of his and with the other he clasped his fingers around one ankle, lifting it to kiss her arch, the top of her foot, her ankle, her shin, knee, the inside of her thigh. He hovered over her cunt, that leg draping his shoulder as he braced his weight on his forearms and kissed and licked her soft belly. His mouth wandered down and down until he could lick her where she was wet and smelled like sex – hers and his.

His tongue was flat but firm against her damp skin and along her slit. He pushed his legs out behind him, feet dangling off the foot of the bed, her hips cradled in his hands, so he could savor her. He took it slow and easy, licking her skin, kissing the tender insides of her thighs, dipping his tongue inside her cunt on each pass.

She rested her feet on his shoulders, and he kept her lips spread with his thumbs, his thick fingertips tipping her pelvis at just the right angle for his access. He moaned and sighed into her, latching onto her clit with his full lips as he snaked one big hand from under her to press over her lower belly and finger her clit. He shouldered her thigh then thrust his thick tongue inside her.

“Shit,” she huffed, breathlessly as he fucked her with his tongue, his teeth scraping over her clit. She pushed up into his mouth and gripped his closely cropped hair with her fingers, sliding her other hand behind his head, fingering the fine hair at the nape of his neck. He hissed when she twisted tuft on top of his head and blew puffs of air across her wet, sensitive skin. His gaze flicked up to see her smiling, eyes rolled back, and neck arched.

He had her right on the edge again but backed off. Splaying his hand over her belly and letting her hips down onto the bed. She wasn’t meek or mild, she wasn’t a delicate flower, but Dean wanted to be sure that nothing would ever hurt her.

“Look at me,” he said, and she did. He held her dark eyes with his, slowly stroking the curve of her belly with one hand. “You ever need anything. At all.” He gave her a pointed look as he dropped his lips to her wet slit for a kiss.

Faith drew a shaky breath and nodded. “You too,” she said, closing her eyes when he returned to his ministrations with greater intensity. He pushed her legs up and open wide to lick her from ass to clit, circling then dipping inside her cunt, sealing his lips around her and sucking. “Dean,” she whispered.

He held her open, his fingers wrapped around the backs of her knees, pressing them to the mattress on either side of her torso, and Faith stretched her arms above her head, doing that cat stretch he’d come to know and appreciate. She really was the embodiment of sex – but that wasn’t the only reason he’d miss her.

He made her come again, this time on his tongue, then pulled her up by her wrist, settled back on his haunches and helped her to straddle his lap. “I’m gonna miss this cock, that’s for sure,” she said with a grin, guiding him inside and bracing herself on her knees.

Then he snagged her eyes and they sat silent and still for a moment. “I’ll miss you,” she said, cradling his jaw in her hands.

Dean nuzzled into one of her palms and closed his eyes. “Me too,” he said, and she began to move.

~~~~~~~ 

The door to the Uber slammed shut and the car rolled away from Sam and Dean. Sam silently pondered what had transpired overnight between the departing female hunter and his brother – other than the obvious.  

“We got each other on speed dial,” Dean broke the silence, a distant smile playing on his lips.

Sam’s own lips twisted into a soft smile as he watched his brother wave goodbye to another woman he surely loved. “And if she calls?” Sam asked, having a feeling he knew the answer.

Dean shrugged. “Cas’ll beam me to Boston,” Dean answered plainly, catching Sam’s eye before turning to walk to the Impala.

Sam stood and watched the car that carried Faith away until he couldn’t watch it anymore, wondering if they would ever have a life approaching normal.

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Off the Beaten Path I Reign:

Chapter 3: True

New Major Character: Sheriff Jody Mills.

Warnings: Language, **MENTION AND DEPICTION OF RAPE**, SMUT (nothing to do with the aforementioned rape), Dean’s “Sex Is...” monologue (yes, that’s definitely a warning), fake engagement.

Trigger Warning: RAPE. Mentions and depictions of it. 

A/N: I’m not joking about the rape warning, if that bothers or triggers you, PLEASE don’t read. That’s my final warning. Other than that, I hope you guys enjoy the 3rd installment of this series!!! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, but the pics are not. This is another long one, so grab a snack and/or a drink!

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“I've waited all my life to cross this line, to the only thing that's true. So, I will not hide, it's time to try; anything to be with you. All my life I've waited; this is true” ~ Ryan Cabrera

“This is a bad idea,” Kat said as she stood out in front of the church, waiting for Sam and Dean to pull up “A really, REALLY bad idea.”

She chewed nervously on her lower lip as she leaned against the Mustang's passenger door; she'd taken Sam's advice and dressed more conservatively than normal. Instead of a comic book shirt or a shirt with something silly written on it, leggings and combat boots; she wore a floral blouse with a gray cardigan to cover her tattoos, khaki pants and ballet flats. She normally favored red lipstick and black eyeliner; but she swapped it out for a nude pink lipstick and minimal eyeliner and had pinned her hair back into a simple ponytail. The engagement ring sat in her pocket, she'd found it at Wal-Mart for around ten bucks. She smiled to herself; she knew Dean had no idea she was here and imagining the look on his face when he saw her was enough to make her giggle. She heard the familiar roar of the Impala's engine and looked up to see Dean's jaw nearly on the floor when he saw her and the Mustang. Sam, however, looked pleased as punch. Dean put the Impala in park and they got out.

“Hey boys!” she greeted them and walked over to them.

“Thanks for coming.” Sam said and hugged her.

Dean looked her up and down, his heart racing. Even dressed like a Stepford Wife, she looked drop dead gorgeous. She smiled as she made her way over to him and hugged him, planting a kiss on his lips.

“How am I supposed to pay attention to anything when your ass looks like THAT in those pants?” he asked in her ear, making her laugh.

“This is the house of the lord!” she said feigning shock.

“Technically we're on the sidewalk so this is fair game.” he said with a mischievous grin as he kissed right below her ear.

Sam cleared his throat and they looked at him.

“Sorry!” Kat exclaimed and straightened her blouse and cardigan as she turned to Sam “So, what's the story?”

Sam filled her in on the crimes, six missing people in a month and the only connection was that they attended the same church, the one they were currently standing in front of. The only witness was a homeless guy who said he saw the most recent victim vanish in a blue, fiery glow.

“So, anyone talked to the victim's families?”

“Our friend, Jody Mills, is on it,” Sam said “I figured we could check out the church and,” he trailed off, a sly smiled crossing his face.

“And what?” Dean asked and Kat rolled her eyes

“He wants us to pretend to be engaged.” she said, which was why she knew this would be a bad idea. No way Dean would go for this. They hadn't been together that long and now they'd have to pretend to be engaged? Talk about putting pressure on the poor guy.

“Look, if you won't be her fake fiance, I will.” Sam said “But we need a believable story.”

“Hey, hey!” Dean exclaimed “She's MY girlfriend, I can pretend to be engaged to her!” he huffed in annoyance and then looked at her “I didn't know we were getting engaged, I'd have gotten you a ring otherwise.”

She blushed deeply, she had said they didn't need a label, but he'd just addressed her as his girlfriend, which made her heart pound and flutter all at the same time.

“Got ya covered.” she said and pulled the ring out of her pocket.

He rolled his eyes

“This is so backwards.” he said, a blush creeping up his neck “Marry me?” he asked.

“Sure.” Kat said and slid the ring on her finger “Yay, the proposal every girl hopes for, let's get the freak show on the road.”

Something made Dean's stomach turn a little. He hadn't imagined proposing to anyone since Lisa and that seemed like a lifetime ago. Now that it just happened, albeit only for a case, it just felt wrong. He linked arms with Kat a decided that if he ever proposed again, he'd make it a good one.  

They walked into the church and were greeted by a thin redhead, about the same height as Kat, with red hair and brown eyes.

“You must be the Winchester party!” she said excitedly “I'm Bonnie Flitchgo.” and stuck out her hand.

“I'm Sam,” Sam told her and briefly shook her hand “this is my brother Dean and his lovely fiancee, Katlynn.”

Bonnie shook Dean's hand and then Kat's

“So, engaged, congratulations!” she said “let me see the ring.”

Kat stuck out out left hand and Bonnie looked at the ring on her fourth finger with a smile.

“Oh, it's beautiful, you picked this out all by yourself?” she asked

“We picked it out together,” Dean said, and held Kat's right hand “we do everything together.”

“Sure do!” Kat said with a smile.

“Sam, you mentioned that they were planning a fall wedding?” Bonnie asked

“Yes, at least, that's what they told me.” Sam said, looking at them for reassurance. Bonnie looked at Dean, who looked at Kat and she quickly said

“Yes, absolutely; we started dating in the fall and it just seemed,” she said as she thought and then looked up at Dean, who was smiling at her “perfect to get married in the same season we met.”

“Aw, well that is just too precious.” Bonnie said “Right this way, I'll give you folks the tour.”

Bonnie lead them through the church, which was indeed remarkable, and if Kat were the church going type, she could see herself getting married here one day. She quickly buried that thought in the back of her mind as she glanced up at Dean. He hadn't let go of her hand since the tour started, his fingers intertwined with hers. He caught her gaze and smiled down at her before placing a kiss on her temple.

“I'll give you two a moment, Sam, why don't you and I discuss some details while the love birds look at the chapel?” Bonnie suggested.

“Sure.” Sam said and followed Bonnie out into the main foyer of the church.

“Lips to yourself there buddy.” she chided him as she looked at the stained glass windows, admiring the artwork in them.

“But we're engaged and in love remember?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his green eyes “gotta sell it if we want her to buy it.”

Kat grinned and shook her head.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” she said.

“No, I'm being serious,” He said “fake it until you make it right?”

Kat nodded

“Yeah, I guess.” she said and let out a sigh “I mean it IS a nice church,” Dean's eyebrows shot up this time and she took notice, her cheeks flushing red “I mean, objectively.”

“So, you don't want to get married in a church?” he asked

She shook her head

“I mean, I never really felt a connection to religion in the Abrahamic sense,” she said “I'm more of what would be considered pagan or wiccan. Nature based stuff.”

He shrugged

“After everything I've seen in this line of work, I don't rule out anything.” he said and looked around. “It is nice though.”

“I agree,” she said “let's go tell her.”

They walked down the aisle, holding hands as Dean grinned

“This is the closest I've ever gotten to marriage.” he said and she laughed

“You and me both buddy.” she told him as they walked into the main foyer.

Bonnie turned to them and said

“Right this way,” motioning them into her office. They filed in and she brought in another chair for Sam “I hope you enjoyed the tour. So, any questions before we get you all registered?” Bonnie asked as she sat down at her desk.

“Yes, honestly Miss Flitchgo,” Kat said

She tilted her head to the side

“Bonnie will do just fine.” she corrected Kat with a smile. Kat mirrored the smile and said

“Okay, Bonnie, we love the church, we really do.” Kat said “but we've heard that a few members have gone missing and,” she looked at Dean who made a slightly freaked out face “it kind of scares us.”

“Let me assure you,” Bonnie said, placing a hand on her chest, “with our increased security, Good Faith has never been safer. And those people that are missing?” she asked with a smile “They are front and center in our prayers.”

Kat resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of prayer.

“What a relief,” Dean said and adjusted his position in his chair “now, you must've been close to them.”

“Well,” Bonnie said as she adjusted her position as well “we do share the APU bond.” she added a fond smile.

“APU?” Sam asked

“Our chastity group,” Bonnie said with a nod “Abstinence Purifies Us.”

Kat snorted and nearly cracked a rib from stifling her laughter. Sam kicked her ankle and Dean squeezed her hand as she bowed her head, covering her face as Bonnie made a shocked face.

“It's a nervous tic.” Dean said, covering for Kat.

“Oh!” Sam said in surprise “Well, do you mind if we sit in on that and see if it's for us?”

Kat bit her lip so hard to keep from laughing that she swore she tasted blood. Dean gave Sam a quick look as Kat tried to compose herself.

“I'm afraid it's members only,” Bonnie said, looking at Kat and then at the boys “sorry, it can get pretty personal.”

Kat had just gotten to where she could sit up when Sam said

“Then count us in!” in an enthusiastic tone. Kat smashed her lips together, her shoulders shaking with tears nearly rolling out of her eyes as Dean looked like someone had told him there was no bacon left on the planet. Sam glanced at both of them, then Kat and Dean nodded.

“Well, I'll be a squirrel in a skirt!” Bonnie said “I'll be back in a jif with the papers.” she patted her desk and got up quickly. Dean and Kat looked at Sam, who shrugged.

“A chastity group?” Dean asked.

“You can't be serious,” Kat said, finally having collected herself “you know that's a vow we can't keep!”

“Yeah, but if all the victims were members of APU, then whatever took them is probably stalking virgins.” Sam told them.

“The homeless guy, Slim, said he thought he saw fire, so you thinking what I'm thinking?” Dean asked

“What has that kind of juice and kidnaps virgins? That's just mean.” Kat asked

“A dragon.” Sam and Dean said in unison as Kat's eyebrows shot up in to her hairline.

“You wanna run that by me one more time?” she asked

“Dragons,” Dean said “I'm talking fire breathing, winged, scaly, hatched from eggs by Danyeres Targaryen sons a bitches.”

Kat's eyes went wide as she swallowed nervously.

“You'd think in this line of work, I wouldn't be surprised, but every once in a while something punches you in the gut.” she said as Bonnie came back with three clipboards and pens.

“Alrighty,” she said and handed them each a clipboard “just sign at the bottom and your purification can begin.”

Kat glanced down at the blue paper that had a golden cross at the top and dark blue vines around the border and read.

Purity Pledge

A Commitment to My Virginity

Today, I make a commitment to God, to myself and to my family and friends

to stay pure until I enter a biblical marriage relationship.

This is the promise I make to the Lord,

and I know when I succeed, my blessings will be plentiful.

I believe true love waits.

“Purity pledge?” Sam asked

“It's a commitment to your virginity.” Bonnie told him.

Kat's eyes went wide as she looked up from her paper, her stomach dropping.

“I don't think we can really un-ring that bell.” Dean said with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Yeah,” Kat said and shifted uncomfortably in her seat “have to agree with him on that one.”

All four of them exchanged looks and Bonnie said

“Ah, I see. Well, if you just ask for God's forgiveness for you sins and make a new vow of chastity, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes.”

“So, you just hit the virginity do over button and it's all good with the man upstairs?” Dean asked and Bonnie smiled, looking sad as Kat held back a groan.

“It's not a button,” she told Dean “and this is not just a piece of paper. This is you clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage.”

Kat pursed her lips, holding back making a face as she, Sam and Dean exchanged looks.

“Isn't it important for you to gift your virginity to your husband?” Bonnie asked Kat.

Kat suddenly felt all the eyes in the room on her and she shifted in her seat again; with all the attention on her, she started to sweat.

“Sure,” she said nervously “definitely, and what a beautiful gift that will be. Right honey?” she asked Dean.

“She had me at clean slate,” he said and popped the pen “let's do this.”

They each scratched their names on to the paper hand handed it over to Bonnie. She looked down at the papers and said with a smile “Congratulations, Sam and Dean Winchester, Katlynn Roberts; you are all now virgins.”

Sam and Dean let out uncomfortable laughs while Kat slumped in her seat.

Bonnie had informed them that there was an APU meeting later that afternoon, so the three of them left to grab some food at a Mexican place they found before going to the meeting.

“This is why I don't like Abrahamic religion,” Kat said grumpily “you had sex and enjoyed it? Shame the fuck on you.” she shoved nachos into her mouth and drank from her margarita glass.

“Come on Kat, it's just for the case.” Sam said as he mixed up his salad “You don't actually HAVE to be a virgin until marriage.”

“I see what she's saying,”Dean said as he finished chewing his burrito “if you're happy and you know it, it's a sin right?” he asked Kat and she nodded

“Exactly.” she said and took a bite out of another chip that was covered in melted cheese.

“How DID you lose your virginity?” Sam asked Dean as Dean swallowed another bite of his burrito.

“I was fourteen,” Dean said “Becky Hansen, in her parent's basement. Three thrusts and half a beer later, I was the best sex she ever had.” Sam laughed at this “You?”

“About that age,” Sam said “Abby Dunlap. She was fifteen and it was at her friend Rachel's house on her little brother's bed.”

“On the little brother's bed?!” Dean asked as Kat laughed and Sam nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yep, Power Rangers sheets and everything.” Sam said, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“You?” Dean asked looking at Kat, who shook her head.

“Nah, I'm out for this one.” she told him and took another drink from her glass.

“We told, come on!” Dean encouraged her and she shook her head again.

“I'd really rather not.” she told Dean, shooting him a warning look.

“What? Because it was THAT bad?” Dean asked, missing the look.

“Dean, come on. She said no.” Sam said as Kat's face set in annoyance.

“Come on Kat, we told ours, it can't be any worse than that.” Dean badgered.

“Yeah it can be.” she said, now angry. She dropped her tone so only they could hear “I was raped.”

They both stared at her and she stood up

“I'm going to the bathroom.” she said and finished the last of her margarita before leaving the table. Dean's stomach bottomed out as he watched her walk away.

“Shit,” he said under his breath and set his burrito down “I don't mean to-shit.”

“I'm sure she knows you didn't mean anything by it.” Sam said “Plus you didn't know, did you?”

“NO!” Dean said “If I knew, I would've brought it up. God, I feel like such an asshole.”

“Give her a minute,” Sam said “then go and apologize.”

“Yeah, I will.” Dean said and got up, finding their waitress “Would you mind getting her another margarita?” he asked her

“Not at all.” the waitress said and walked toward the bar as Dean walked toward the ladies room.

Kat's hands shook as she washed them in the sink, the ice cold water splashing over her palms as her shoulders began to shake. She could smell it, clear as day; a mix of cigarettes, awful cologne, and window cleaner.

“No, stop please,” her own voice echoed in her mind “please, please stop” she begged, tears running down her cheeks. She felt a hard slap right on her cheek near her eye, making her go temporarily blind.

“Quit crying bitch, or I'll give you something to cry about!” the man's voice snapped as he tugged on her hair, giving him better access to her neck. He kissed and bit her flesh as he pushed into her, pain radiating from between her legs.

“No, stop!” she squeaked as she tried to squirm.

“You like it you little skank,” he said fiercely in her ear “you like my big cock in you.”

Tears splashed down her cheeks, her cries falling on deaf ears. Eventually, she shut down, let him take what he wanted, feeling a piece of her die as he came deep in her. He chuckled as he got up.

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” he said and ran and finger from her hole to her clit “you liked it. Look how wet you are.”

She looked at him as he licked her juices off his finger and disposed of the condom in the trash.

“Fucking cock slut.” he called over his shoulder as he zipped up and left the room.

As a grown woman, a tear fell out of Kat's eyes and she brushed it away. She heard a tentative knock on the door and she swallowed before calling

“Yeah?”

“Kat, it's Dean.” she heard him say. She took a deep breath, steadying herself and she walked toward the door. When she opened it, he was standing there, looking sheepish.

“I'm sorry,” he said “I didn't mean to”

“It's okay,” she cut him off, not looking at him “You didn't know and I don't want to talk about it.”

“I should've just kept my fucking mouth shut,” he told her, tilting her face up to his, using his thumb and forefinger “I'm really, really sorry.”

Her eyes met his and she instantly softened; he looked like he felt awful.

“I know you are,” she told him and kissed him “just next time, when I say I don't want to talk about something, I mean it. Okay?”

He nodded and kissed her again, before walking back to the table with his arm around her shoulders to find another margarita waiting for her.

After lunch, Sam, Kat and Dean went back to the church and gathered in one of the classrooms with the other members of APU, which were all women. She silently chuckled to herself as they took their seats in a circle when a blonde woman wearing a teal hoodie and jeans walked in. Kat and Dean both cocked their head to the side as the woman sat down and said

“Good afternoon everyone, I'm Suzy,” the blonde said as she sat down. Everyone quietly greeted her and she went on “I thought we'd begin with a silent prayer for our missing friends.” The other women smiled and bowed their heads as Kat and Dean kept staring at Suzy, exchanging glances. Sam cleared his throat and brought them back to Earth and they realized everyone else was praying. They quickly bowed their heads and closed their eyes

“I never know what to do when someone tells me to pray,” Kat thought “I know I'm supposed to pray for the missing people, but I don't know them. Can I pray for something else? Like the Falcons winning a Super Bowl? I hear you laughing God, but a girl can ask. That's my Dad's team. Make it happen, please.”

“Amen,” Suzy said and everyone looked up “now does anyone have anything they'd like to share?” she asked, motioning to the group.

“I wrote a new piece of verse!” a woman with curly hair said, she reached into her jacket pocket and stood up. She explained that it was a metaphor about sex being a racquet and the ball was in God's court. Suzy said that could be saved for later and the woman, Tammy, sat down.

“Why don't we hear from our new friends?” Suzy asked and she motioned to Sam “Sam, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?”

Sam, put on the spot, shifted in his chair at Kat and Dean turned their attention to Sam

“I uh,” Sam said “it guess it's because every woman I've uh,” he stammered “ever had relations with it uh, hasn't ended well.”

“He ain't lying.” Dean quipped and Kat stifled a laugh while Sam gave Dean a bitchy look.

“Well, we're glad you're here Sam,” Suzy said “stay strong, stay pure.”

The rest of the group; save Sam, Dean and Kat chimed in

“Stay strong, stay pure.”

“And you Katlynn?” Suzy asked “What prompted you to reclaim your virginity?”

Dean's hand automatically clamped over Kat's and he gave her a cautionary look. She sent him a reassuring smile and said

“Kat, everyone calls me Kat.”

“Sorry” Suzy said.

“It's okay,” Kat said and went on “Well, I have to admit, I was a bit of a skeptic, I mean to me, sex is sex right? No big deal. But today, after touring this beautiful church,” she looked at Dean and then at Bonnie “Bonnie opened my eyes and helped me realize that giving my virginity to my husband is probably the best gift I can give him.” Bonnie's face lit up with pride “I mean, that's better than half a beer and three thrusts right?”

Sam held back a snort while Dean's cheeks turned pink and she squeezed his hand.

“We're glad you're here Kat.” Suzy said with a smile. Kat couldn't help but register that Suzy looked familiar, but couldn't place her. Again, the group echoed the “stay strong, stay pure” affirmation before Suzy turned her attention to Dean.

“Dean, what led you on the path away from sin?” Suzy asked

“Hard to say, exactly.” Dean said with a chuckle “Sex has always been, always felt, I don't know, good. You know, really, REALLY good.”

Kat resisted the smile threatening to form over her mouth.

“Damn right it is,” she thought “especially with him.”

“But, uh sometimes, it just makes you feel bad.” He went on “you know, you're drunk; you shack up, then it's the whole morning thing. You know “hey, that was fun”? And then adios, always with the adios.” when he said this, he looked sad and Kat squeezed his hand. He gave her a half smile and went on “And when you get down to it what's the big deal? I mean sure; there's the touching and the feeling ALL of each other.”

Kat froze, her heart rate increasing and her eyes going wide as he went on “My hands every where, tracing every inch of her body.” she let out an involuntary sigh, picturing just that. Those rough, calloused hands running over her bare back and thighs as he deeply kissed her. Her eyes shifted over to him and he kept talking. “The two of us moving together, pressing and pulling and grinding.” The words came out of his mouth as smooth as honey; her hand going clammy in his as she pursed her lips. He glanced at her, their eyes meeting and he smirked. He was doing this on purpose, she realized as her mouth dropped open a little bit. He knew the effect his words were having on her, and frankly every woman in the room, but this was for her. Each and every word that fell like eloquent, but dirty, poetry from his sinful lips was for her. “Then you hit that sweet spot and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just-” he made and exploding noise as Tammy's hand clamped around the paper in her hands. Sam cleared his throat, breaking the trance between Kat and Dean, who had been eye fucking for the last few seconds. They both looked up and realized each pair of eyes was on them. Kat rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand and Dean reigned it in as he cleared his throat “Yeah,” he said and looked away from Kat “but the whole thing was just a little too,” he trailed off, looking for the right word “sticky.” he added “So, I got my v-card back,” he slapped his knee with a proud smile “the end!”

It was then Kat realized, that Dean Winchester would be the death of her, but it would be a sweet, sweet way to go.

After the meeting, Sam pulled them to to side and asked

“Bit of an over share don't you think?”

“Hey, I was purifying.” Dean said as Suzy walked past them

“And basically reading Fifty Shades of Grey out loud in front of a chastity group counts as purifying?” Sam asked and Kat let out a snort

“I enjoyed it.” she said and nodded toward Suzy “Does she look familiar to ya'll?”

Sam rolled his eyes

“Not you too.” he said

“She does.” Dean said and looked at her “but I can't place her.”

“Me neither,” Kat said “I'm gonna go find out.” and let go of Dean's hand and walked over toward Suzy as Dean watched her go.

“Are you checking out her ass?” Sam asked

Dean shrugged

“She's my girlfriend slash fake fiancee, I can look all I want.” Dean said as Bonnie came over to them.

“Are you sure we've never met?” Kat asked “Because you look SUPER familiar.”

“No, I'm pretty sure we've never met.” Suzy said “So, you and your fiance and future brother in law are new in town?”

“Yeah,” Kat said “we've got a lot of newness going on in our lives right now, just getting used to being a virgin again.”

“Well, I provide individual counseling if you, Sam or Dean ever need to talk.” Suzy told her.

“So, everyone in the group dishes to you?” Kat asked

“Keeping your virginity can be really challenging without support and guidance,” Suzy said and a look dawned over her “you know, I have some books at my place on the vow that really helped me. If you guys want to wait here, I'll go get them really quick. I live close.”

“With a crazy kidnapper on the loose?” Kat asked “Nah, Dean and I will walk with you. It's totally cool.”

“I can handle myself.” Suzy insisted

“Please? I insist. I'd feel a lot better.” Kat told her.

“Well, if you insist.” Suzy said and Kat nodded and then walked over to Dean and Sam as Bonnie walked away from them.

“We're taking the teacher home.” Kat told Dean and his eyebrows wiggled up and down.

“Well, I didn't think you were one for sharing, but I'm game.” He said and she shot him a look.

“Trust me,” she said and looked him up and down “THAT I don't share. Under any circumstances. Ever.”

Dean looked away awkwardly while Sam explained that Tammy, the poet, knew all kinds of dirt about Honor, the latest missing victim.

“You find out everything you know, Dean and I will get Suzy home safe.” Kat said “meet you and Jody at the motel in like an hour?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam said with a nod. Dean and Kat held hands and walked back over to Suzy, who gave them a smile and a nod as they left the church.

They entered Suzy's modest apartment; it was simply decorated with plain paintings and plain furniture. She turned to them and said

“Make yourselves comfortable.” as she turned to them. She unzipped her hoodie to reveal a light blue tank top and white racer back bra under it. Kat rolled her eyes, but couldn't shake the feeling that she knew Suzy from somewhere as she sat down on the couch.

“Suzy, do you mind if I use your ladies' room?” Kat asked

“Go ahead,” Suzy told her “go to the hall and make a left, first door at the end of the hallway.”

“Thank you.” Kat said and gave Dean a nod as he released her hand. Kat wandered into Suzy's bathroom. Once the door was shut, she swiftly dug through Suzy's medicine cabinet, hoping to find some clues as to who this girl was and why she looked so familiar. She didn't have anything interesting in her cabinets, save for a couple of nearly empty painkiller bottles. Kat rolled her eyes and flushed the toilet, making it sound like she had done her business. When she came out of the bathroom, she found Suzy loading Dean's hands up with books.

“Oh, good you're back,” Suzy said “I was just giving Dean some books to skim through, these REALLY helped me when I was starting out on my journey.”

Kat stepped over as Dean showed her the titles to the books which included “A Guide for Chastity” and “The Way To Purity”.

“I'm sure they will.” Kat said as Dean handed her a couple of books while Suzy shifted through her bookshelf. She piled a couple of more books into Dean's arms and said

“Why don't you two breeze through those while I use the little girl's room?” and she went toward the bathroom. Once they heard the door shut, Kat rolled her eyes and set the books down.

“My spine aches from the weight of all this righteousness.” she said and looked at the covers of the books.

“Who are you telling?” Dean asked as he walked over to a shelving unit and looked at the books on it. “They're giving the guy that's been to heaven, hell AND purgatory a clean slate? Something stinks.”

“Wait, what?” Kat asked

“Long story,” Dean said “I'll give you the gory details later.” he spied an open drawer and pulled it further open as his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it as he looked into the drawer and saw a couple of DVD covers. Much to his surprise, Suzy's face was looking back at him; she had on her underwear and not much else; Dean's eyes went wide as he yanked open the drawer.

“DEAN!” Kat hissed as she watched him. She walked over to him and saw what he was doing and he faced her; he held up two porn DVDs with Suzy's picture on them. Kat's jaw hit the floor as she read the titles.

“She's Carmalita?!” Kat asked in a shocked whisper.

“Yeah, copy that.” Dean said into the phone and hung up, his eyebrows arching.

“YOU know who Carmalita is?” Dean asked and Kat nodded vigorously.

“EVERYONE knows who Carmalita is.” Kat said. “She's a legend!” she turned the DVDs over and asked

“That scene with the tacos? I tried to recreate that once.”

Dean stared at her open mouthed

“And?” he asked, his voice going up an octave

“Didn't turn out as well for me as it did for her,” Kat said “plus the guy wasn't into it.”

“Wait, what?” he asked, confused.

“Come on Dean; look at her,” Kat said and held up the DVD cover “and look at me.” she made a motion up and down her body “No contest. She wins.”

“I AM looking at you,” he said “and you're right, it is no contest.” she looked crestfallen as he went on “Any girl willing to recreate something they saw out of a porn for a guy? That trumps anything she has going for her.”

Her gaze met his as he licked his lips

“At the meeting?” he asked as her turned to her; his body heat rolling off of him as he stepped closer to her “You saw what I did?”

Kat nodded

“Every woman in the room saw that.” she told him, her heart pounding.

“Yeah,” he said, their bodies only inches apart and his eyes practically black with lust “but it was only meant for one of them.”

“You're a bad, BAD boy; aren't you?” she asked as she took a step backwards and set the DVDs down.

“I don't know,” Dean said, his voice was low and quiet enough to where it sounded like a primal, sexy growl “why don't you ask me that in Spanish?”

Kat cocked her head to the side, half closing her eyes as she stood up on the balls of her feet

“¿Eres un chico,” she cooed in his ear “malo?” she ended the sentence by lightly biting the shell of his ear.

He shuttered under the gesture and pulled back from her; his gorgeous green eyes lust blown and determined.

“Si.” he answered and their lips smashed together just as they heard the toilet flush. Dean was beyond thinking straight, he grabbed Kat's arm and they ran out of Suzy's apartment before she had a chance to come out of the bathroom.

They hurried to Kat's motel room where they practically ripped the door of the hinges just to get inside faster. As soon as the door was shut and locked; they were in an iron lip lock as they clawed at each others clothes. Buttons from their shirts were flying in every direction as Dean picked Kat up and laid her on her back on the bed. He kissed all over her chest and neck as she gripped his hair, the thick locks tangling in her fingers.

“Dean!” she cried, his name coming out of her mouth in quick secession.

“We're virgins remember?” he asked as they made eye contact and she nodded

“But who gives a fuck?” she asked and kissed him hard.

“I do. We're doing this” he sat up and got off the bed “and you deserve it to be done right.”

“Dean, come on!” Kat groaned in frustration. Why was he picking right NOW to be her knight in shining armor? Couldn't this wait until later?

Dean kicked his boots and socks off as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a candle.

“Where the hell did you get that from?” she asked as she propped up on her elbows.

“Technically, I got it as a present for you but,” he said with a shrug. He quickly lit it and shut off the lamp; only the light from the candle shone as he set it on the night stand, its fruity scent wafting toward her “here we are.” he said and he climbed on his knees above her.

“What're you doing?” she asked as she sat up, her hands sliding up his arms as he tugged her shoes off.

“I'm doing it the right way for you.” he told her, pushing her hair out of his eyes with his fingertips “You deserve better than what you went through and you're better than three thrusts and half a beer.”

She grinned and he kissed her gently, his lips taking their time on hers. He slowly kissed her, tucking her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail through her hair as he laid her back on the bed. The subtle touch behind her ear, his fingers winding their way down the side of her neck and her shoulders. The light from the candle danced over his tanned, freckled skin; making his defined muscles stand out even more as he placed light kisses on her cheeks, forehead and nose. His knuckles ran over the swell of her breast as he pushed the cup of the bra down. Her nipple instantly hardened against the cool air as he took it into his mouth, giving it a gentle suck. Kat threw her head back as he flicked his tongue over her nipple, making her whine. He did the same thing to her other breast before used his free hand to unhook her bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders and slid it the rest of the way off. He quickly pulled his own t-shirt off and she kissed him.

“Do I get to undress you?” she asked mischievously

“In time,” he said “for right now, I want to focus on you.”

She bit her lip and nodded as he kissed down her chest and belly before unbuttoning her pants.

“I ALMOST feel bad taking these off of you,” he said “your ass looks hot in these.”

“Thanks.” she told him as he slid the pants off of her, leaving her in a pair of lacy, pink panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned and looked up at her “you have no clue how sexy you are, do you?” he asked. She shook her head as he kissed her again, the bulge in his pants grinding into her hot core.

“Mh, you're wet for me aren't you?” he asked and she nodded. He slid his hand down her body and into her panties to find her core practically dripping.

“Jesus Kat,” he said and kissed her as his fingertips dipped into her, bringing her slick all the way to her clit “you're so fucking wet sweetheart.” His mouth sealed over hers as he pressed his fingers into her clit, moving in a slow circle, her nails dug into his shoulders as his hand continued to work her, making her sigh and moan against his mouth. He started to kiss her neck; leaving sweet, gentle kisses in his wake. She started grinding her hips into his fingers as he slid them down and inside of her. She whined as he sucked on her pulse point. He smirked; each little sound she was making was because of him and he was relishing in it. He looked up and saw her head thrown back and her eyes closed; her skin was flushed pink and her breaths were coming at a rapid pace.

“Sweetheart,” he said quietly and she looked at him; her eyes were so lust blown he could barely see the green color in them.

“Dean I'm gonna,” she moaned

“I know,” he said, curling his fingers and making the 'come here' motion “look at me.”

Under the intensity of his gaze and his touch; her heart pounded as her body gave in. With a loud cry, she soaked his fingers as she finished, not breaking eye contact with him.

“That,” she breathed as he pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean “that was hot.”

He smirked and kissed her, she could taste herself on his mouth. She quickly undid his belt and then the button and zipper on his jeans, pulling them down and off of him. Her light touches on his skin made goosebumps appear and he let out a shaky breath and slid her panties off.

“Are you okay?” she asked him and he nodded as he supported his weight on his knees and elbows.

“I'm fine,” he said “just feels good.”

She smiled as she lightly ran her fingertips up his legs and hips and then his back as he kissed her neck and throat, slightly shaking under her touch. He pushed her legs further apart using his knee as her hands came to a stop on the sides of his face. She tilted his gaze up to meet hers as he easily slid deep inside her. She let out a combination of a gasp and a whine as he easily nailed her sweet spot, making her back arch.

“Oh god,” she moaned quietly as he began to move “right, oh god, right there!”

She kissed him, her hips moving with his; he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rolled on to his back, bringing her on top of him. They kissed hard and heavily as their rhythm increased; he slid his hands up her thighs and back as she placed her hands on his chest for balance. He gripped her hips and moaned against her lips, his tongue winding its way into her mouth. She met his tongue with hers, tasting everything he had to give her. When his tongue was back in his mouth, Kat opened her eyes to see him looking back at her. They pressed their foreheads together and then kissed again. He sat up, his arms wrapping around her and holding her flush against him. She planted her feet flat on the bed and kept up their rhythm, from this angle he was hitting her sweet spot mercilessly.

“Oh god!” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders “OH GOD YES!”

“You gonna come for me sweetheart?” he asked as he playfully bit her earlobe, making her yelp in surprise.

“God, yes Dean!” she cried, their thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Come on baby,” he told her, gripping her hard “come for me.”

After a few more thrusts, they were both calling out and finally stilled before collapsing on the bed, breathing hard and still wrapped up in each other.

“Weren’t we supposed to do something?” Dean asked after he caught his breath.

“Yeah,” Kat said “meet up with Sam and Jody.”

“When was that supposed to happen?” Dean asked. Kat grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch.

“Like twenty minutes ago.” She said and dropped his arm. They looked at each other and laughed before kissing. They untangled themselves and Kat got dressed in her usual clothing; a pair of gray leggings, a maroon top and black combat boots with a blue jacket over that.

“I forgot to mention,” Dean said as he pulled his pants on “Sam said it isn’t a dragon.”

“Then what else do we know of that kidnaps virgins?” Kat asked as Dean zipped up and buckled his belt.

“Something pretty powerful,” he said “Honor’s Jeep was ass over elbows according to Jody, and there’s the light show it put on too.”

“Maybe a god of some kind?” Kat wondered out loud “it fits if you think about it.”

He tugged on his shirt and listened as she went on

“Super strength, wants virgins and a light show? Sounds like Zeus or Thor.” She said

“I’ll go with the god thing but I doubt Zeus or Thor would make an appearance without lighting and thunder; respectfully.” He said as he tugged his socks and boots on, her eyebrows raising and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Color me impressed,” she said “I didn’t figure you for a mythology buff.”

“I refreshed myself after meeting a couple of gods and goddesses,” Dean said “I like to know what I’m up against.”

“Very nice,” she said “you know, the more I learn about you, the more I like you.”

“Is that right?” He asked as he stood up and walked over to her. She nodded and he placed his hands on her hips as she placed her hands on the back of his neck. He leaned down and kissed her, he could feel her smiling through the kiss. When he pulled back, he grabbed his jacket and said

“Let’s go meet Sam and Jody before we break that chastity vow again.”

Kat laughed as he extended his hand to her and she took it. Before they could figure out what was going on, they both saw a flash of blue light as the door burst open. Dean stood in front of Kat, putting himself between her and the light. A force stronger than anything they’d ever felt overwhelmed both of them and flung them across the motel room, smacking them against the opposite wall and knocking them out.

Kat felt her head hit the ground and her vision was whited out. Pain radiated from her shoulders, back and ankles; like she had been roughly dropped. When she was able to, she opened her eyes and realized she was looking up at a ladder and what looked like a manhole cover. She groaned as she rolled to her right side, seeing Dean's legs in her line of sight. She saw a dim light and gasped as she sat up into a sitting position; looking to her left, she saw three frightened people. One was a young lady with long brown hair, holding a lantern. The other was a woman, it looked like she was wearing a nightgown. She had blonde hair and her hand was badly bleeding. The last was a guy; not as tall as Dean, but taller than both women he was with. He had short dark hair and looked like he was wearing his pajamas.

“Are you okay?” the girl with brown hair asked.

“I'm fine.” Kat groaned and she looked at Dean's face, his eyes were still closed. Kat pulled herself up onto her knees and shook Dean's shoulders “Dean, come on, wake up.” she said and his eyes immediately shot open and he sat up.

“What the?!” he asked as he looked around “Where are we?”

“Hell.” the guy answered.

From the dim lantern light and the light given off by the candles; Kat could see that they were in some kind of tunnel, it smelled like mildew and must. A few feet from them, she could see that the tunnel opened up into a cavern like area where a table and chairs had been set up. The rest of the tunnel was lined with bricks and cement, no way they'd dig out of this with bobby pins and two sticks of gum. Dean stood up first and offered Kat his hands, which she took. She gingerly stood and he tilted her face up.

“You okay?” he asked

“I think my shoulder is jammed and my ankle hurts like a bitch,” she said as she winced when she tried to move it “I'm fine other than that.”

Dean looked up, saw the manhole cover and then looked at the young girl, holding the lantern.

“Can I see that?” Dean asked, motioning to the lantern.

The girl nodded and handed it over to him. Holding the lantern in one hand, he climbed up the ladder and knocked on the cover, which he realized was sealed from the outside. This was no man hole, this was meant to be a prison.

“We tried,” the guy said “there's no escape.”

“We're not gonna run out of air are we?” Kat asked, casting a worried glance at Dean.

“Doubt it,” he guy said and motioned to a vent on the wall “someone wants us to die nice and slow.”

“And then it'll take us,” the young girl said “like it did Pastor Fred.”

“What took him?” Dean asked, still on the ladder.

“We didn't see exactly,” the young girl said “it was so bright, it was like it was on fire.”

Kat and Dean made eye contact; an conversation silently flowing between them. Dean tried with the cover again, smashing the side of his clenched fist into the metal, but it seemed to mock him as metal ground against metal. Rust fell off of the cover and on to him as it refused to budge.

“Son of a bitch.” he grumbled as he climbed down from the ladder. The young girl limped away and sat at the table with the couple.

“Maybe,” the blonde woman said “God wants us down here, to punish us.”

“Why would God punish you guys?” Kat asked “What'd you do? Forget to put some change in the offering plate on Sunday?”

The blonde woman and the brunette girl looked at her, the brunette's eyes were widened with fear as she looked at the couple.

“Did you guys?” she asked and the blonde woman nodded as her eyes welled with tears.

“I told you,” the guy said “it didn't count because it was under thirty seconds!”

Confused, Kat asked

“I'm sorry, what?”

“We-” the blonde woman said tearfully “we broke our chastity vow.”

Kat's eyebrows shot up and she looked at the brunette

“You too?” Kat asked and the brunette nodded

“With Pastor Fred.” she said and the couple didn't look surprised. Kat and Dean looked at each other and shrugged.

“Well that lasted a good, what? Few hours?” Kat asked a Dean nodded as he patted himself down.

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed “that thing took my phone.”

Kat patted her pockets and realized her phone was missing too, which she told him.

“Luckily,” Dean said as he tore open the lining of his jacket and pulled out a basic flip phone “I keep a spare.”

“You gotta teach me how to do that.” Kat said with a smirk.

“You go sit,” he told her “I'm gonna try and get a hold of Sam.”

Kat gave him a look and he leaned into her ear

“I may need you,” he murmured “so save your strength for right now.”

She nodded and did as he requested, sitting beside the brunette girl, while Dean walked around the tunnel looking for a signal.

“I'm Kat,” she told the brunette and motioned to Dean “that's my boyfriend, Dean.”

“Honor,” the brunette said “My name is Honor. That's Barb,” she said and nodded to the blonde woman, who looked even more frightened as the guy talked rapidly in her ear “and her fiance, Neil.” she flinched in pain and Kat said

“Here, let me look at that ankle.” as Neil and Barb stood up. He pulled her to the side and began rapidly speaking to her in a hushed tone. Kat kept one eye on them and looked at Honor's ankle as best as she could in the dim light.

“It's probably just a sprain,” Kat said “get it looked at when you get home, but for right now, keep it elevated to reduce the swelling.”

“If I get home.” Honor said, looking sad.

“Hey,” Kat said and placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her “this may not sound like much right now, but this is what Dean and I do for a living. Whatever this thing is, we're gonna find it and kill it, okay? Plus, we have friends who'll come looking for us; if he and I can't take this thing out, they will.”

Honor looked a little more hopeful as Dean's voice broke the silence.

“Sam! SAM!” Kat heard Dean shout as he walked over to the air vent “Sammy, can you hear me? We're underground!” on the other end of the line, all Dean could hear was Sam's broken voice and then nothing. “Damn it!” he yelled and put the phone away.

“Don't Neil, don't! Please!” Barb pleaded with her fiance as he shushed her.

“Barb, come on, it's the only way.” Neil reassured her.

“No what Neil?” Dean asked as he looked at his phone.

“Mind your own beeswax pal!” Neil snapped at Dean.

If looks could kill, Neil would've dropped dead before Dean snapped his phone shut and said

“Hey, we're all stuck down here together, so if you got something to say, say it.”

“Okay look,” Neil said “whatever that fireball thing was it's taking the weakest, and I'm not gonna be next.”

“Uh oh.” Kat thought as she watched Dean's shoulders tense.

“So the way I see it, her leg's busted anyway,” Neil said, motioning to Honor “we serve her up, it could buy us some time.”

Honor's face twisted in disgust and outrage.

“Oh, SCREW YOU Neil!” she yelled

“It's just a sprain!” Kat shouted

“If not you, then her!” Neil shouted and motioned to Kat. At this, Dean grabbed Neil by the collar of his shirt and pushed him into the wall.

“Nobody's serving ANYBODY up!” Dean shouted, he then dropped his tone and looked Neil square in the eye

“We are under the gallows,” Neil said, a foreboding tone in his voice “all of us. Give them over and it'll save our necks, unless you have a better plan.”

“Maybe I do,” Dean said, staring Neil down “maybe we'll give him you.” Neil visibly flinched and Dean went on “Oh what? You don't like that idea? Then SHUT UP.” he then dropped his voice to a low tone “you touch one hair on the redhead; you'll be dead before you hit the floor.”

“What? You gonna carve me up?” Neil challenged

Dean smirked

“I'm not the one you should be worried about,” Dean said “it's her. I watched her slice open a wolf like it was birthday cake.” Neil's eyes went wide “and if she leaves anything behind, trust me, no one will ever find it.”

Neil's eyes flicked from Dean to Kat and back again as Dean released him. Dean walked over to Kat and Honor. Honor gave Dean a smile while Kat looked confused, Dean gave her a jerk of his head and she got up, hobbling over to him.

“What exactly did you say to him?” Kat asked as Neil gave her the once over, looking as white as his pajama shirt.

“Just that I watched you sliced open a wolf like it was cake.” Dean said with a shrug.

“That was a werewolf in Denver like three years ago,” Kat reiterated “you just found out about that the other night.”

Dean shrugged

“Details,” he said and kissed her temple “how's your ankle?”

“Fine,” she said “the less weight I put on it, the better though.”

“I'll do what I can on my own, okay?” He asked and she nodded “But you're my backup, so rest please.”

“I will.” she told him and squeezed his hand before sitting back down next to Honor, who took notice of the ring on her finger.

“I thought you said Dean was your boyfriend?” she asked

“He is.” Kat told her as Dean picked up a candle and looked through the bars of the vent to see if they might budge.

“Then I guess you broke your promise too?” she asked, indicating Kat's ring. Kat looked down at it and said

“I try not to make promises I can't keep,” Kat said and looked at Dean, smiling fondly “but for him? I'd break the world in half.”

“You really love him don't you?” Honor asked, a sweet smile crossing her face.

Kat's cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat

“I don't know about all that just yet. We haven't been together that long.” Kat stammered, the back of her neck and her ears feeling hot as her heart started racing.

Honor smiled at this

“But you do, I can tell.” she said

Just then, there was a knocking above them, coming from the cover and they all tensed.

“That's it!” Neil yelled at Dean “It's back, you should've listened to me!”

Dean moved away from the vent and set the candle down on the table

“Shut up!” Dean yelled “I know that knock!”

Kat looked at Dean hopefully as Dean dashed over to the cover, she could hear Sam's muffled voice shouting to Dean.

“Sam? Sammy?!” Dean yelled back as he went up the ladder. Kat jumped up, adrenaline and relief pumping through her system as she ran to the base of the ladder while Dean climbed up it, the lantern clutched in his hand. Once he reached the top, he pounded on the cover

“Dean, we're here!” Kat heard Sam yell “We're gonna get you out!”

Above them, there was a loud commotion, like someone had been thrown across the ceiling above them.

“Sam?!” Dean shouted “SAMMY?!”

“Who's Sam?” Honor asked Kat

“Our reinforcement,” Kat said “Dean, maybe there's a way to pry open the lid?”

Dean looked around the cover and found a large screw, hidden by rust.

“Screw driver anyone?” he called.

Honor grabbed the medical kit in front of her and sifted through it, finding a pair of scissors.

“Here,” she said and got up, she ran to the base of the ladder and gave them to Dean “from the first aid kit.”

Dean nodded and used the handle of the scissors to turn the rusty old screws loose.

“Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself as he heard quite the ruckus going on mere feet from his head. He heard Jody scream and Sam yelling which only made his imagination kick into over drive with what awful things were happening to them. The last screw came loose as he heard another scream and saw a flash of blue and white light. Dean shoved his shoulder into the cover once and then twice before it popped loose and he climbed half way out of the hole, only to see Jody with a bloody nose, blood on her shirt and Sam looking like he'd rolled in hay and dirt.

“What'd we miss?” Dean asked.

“Um, HELLO!?” Kat yelled “Is anyone dead?!”

Dean looked around and saw Bonnie on the floor, not moving

“Yeah, but no one important.” Dean yelled down to her. Dean crawled out of the hole and Kat sent Honor, Barb and Neil up before she climbed out.

“So, it was BONNIE?” Barb asked, seeing Bonnie's corpse on the floor “This whole time?”

“Technically,” Jody said before Sam cut her off

“Yeah, it was Bonnie,” he interjected “she was pretty pissed about you guys breaking your chastity vows.”

Dean helped Kat climb out of the hole before looking her over.

“You okay?” he asked, cupping her face in his hands and she gave him a gentle smile.

“I'm fine,” she told him as Sam shepherded Honor, Barb and Neil out of the barn “really, I am.”

“I'm sorry, but who is this?” Jody asked when she saw Dean holding Kat's face in his hands, her brown eyes sparkling with delight. Dean cleared his throat, dropped his hands from Kat's face and stepped to the side.

“Jody, this is Katlynn,” Dean said “Katlynn, Jody.”

Kat's eyes lit up in recognition.

“YOU'RE Jody? Jody Mills?!” Kat asked enthusiastically

“I guess my reputation precedes me?” Jody asked

“Sam and Dean have told me so much about you!” Kat said excitedly “I'd hug you, but you look pretty banged up and I don't want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you got that right.” Jody said

“Let's get her back to the motel,” Kat suggested “I'll patch her up and you guys can fill us in on what we missed.”

Back at the motel, Kat was able to patch up Jody with almost no problems. Kat set up a makeshift table on the roll away bed they requested for Jody and Kat was sitting in one of the chairs while Sam held Jody's hand and Dean looked on.

“This one is a keeper,” Jody said weakly as Kat finished sewing up her wound “good bedside manner, gentle, and she supplies whiskey.”

Dean's chest puffed out a little with pride as Kat smiled.

“I do what I can,” Kat said “So, a goddess named Vesta huh?”

“People laid virgins at her feet like flowers back in the day,” Sam said “as long as her fire was lit, Rome would have a good harvest.”

“Let me guess,” Dean said, sipping his beer “they let her fire go out and she was pissed?”

“All because of a hippie from Bethlehem,” Jody said as Kat tied off her stitches “her words, not mine.”

“All right Sheriff Mills,” Kat said “good as new.”

“Thanks, really.” Jody said and sat up gingerly.

The next morning, after putting Jody's arm in a sling, Kat watched as the boys hugged Jody good bye.

“Here, I'll help you with your stuff.” Kat offered and took Jody's bags from her hands.

“Well these knuckleheads won't, so I'll take you up on that.” Jody said and Kat laughed. They walked outside together and Kat loaded Jody's things into the back of her truck. “Thanks again for the patch job,” Jody told Kat “You did a great job.”

“Thanks Jody.” Kat said and stuck her hand out.

“Nah, anyone that sews my skin back together gets a hug.” Jody said and wrapped her free arm around Kat's shoulders, squeezing her. Kat hugged her back, careful not to squeeze her too hard. “Those boys give you any trouble, you call me.” Jody said and Kat laughed

“You're first on the short list,” Kat said and they parted “it's nice to meet another female hunter.”

“Hey, I'm new in the game,” Jody said “but if you ever need an ear, you have mine.” and she handed Kat one of her cards.

“Thanks, again.” Kat said and hugged Jody one last time before walking back to the motel room. She nearly ran into Sam, who had his bags in his arms. He gave Kat a tight lipped smile and walked past her. Slightly put off, Kat backed away before seeing that Dean was still in the motel room. Kat walked in, the door automatically shutting behind her. She looked at Dean for a few long seconds, seeing the look on his face properly for the first time. He looked scared and upset. At first, he wouldn't meet her gaze, he kept hurriedly packing his things. Kat didn't press him, she finished stuffing the last few things into her bag as she heard Dean zip up his bag behind her. She heard him walk up behind her and could feel his body heat behind her. She turned around to look at him; his expression had changed. He still looked scared and upset, but there was something else lingering in his eyes. Something that begged for reassurance. She reached up and gently cupped his cheek in her hand, giving him a soft smile.

“I'm here if you need me.” she told him quietly.

His lower lip trembled for half a second before he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

They stayed like that for a little bit before they gathered their bags. Kat walked out of the room, ahead of Dean and when he turned around after closing the door, she was taking the ring she'd been wearing off her left hand.

“Forget something?” he asked, nodding to her hand and she laughed

“Yeah, I did.” she said and stuffed it into her bag.

“What're you gonna do with it?” he asked and she shrugged

“Put it in a jewelry box I guess? I don't know, it's a cheap-o ring from WalMart so it doesn't really matter.” she said, but something in his eyes made her stop. “Does it mean something to you?”

He fidgeted, but didn't answer her right away.

“It was just nice,” he said with a sigh “that's all.”

“What?” she asked, “The ring or seeing it on my finger?”

“The ring.” he quickly answered. He knew he was lying to her and himself when he said it. But he couldn't bring himself to say the words. “It shouldn't go to waste in a jewelry box is all I'm saying.”

She grinned and took the ring out, placing it on her right hand.

“There,” she said “it won't go to waste any more.”

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