#I *may* do it someday cause it sounds like a good movie apart from that but gahhh

[deeneedsaname]

Joe Johnston I hope that every pillow you sleep on is uncomfortably warm because you didn’t think that Sam Neill and Laura Deron were hot together. No one cares YOU didn’t want to see them together, everyone else did!!!

Contrasted with Trevorrow, who is a wonderful wonderful person <3

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

Love Me, or Let Me Go (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello!

Double Lizzie!

Um... No comment other than brace yourselves. Enjoy! :)

“Do you have to go?” You mumbled into Wanda’s collar bone, smiling slightly at the way she absently ran her fingers up and down your spine. “I think your skills will be better utilized here. With me.” You added, softly kissing the base of her neck.

Her body shivered as her hands began gently stroking through your hair. “I’m sorry, krasivaya. I have to.”

Curiosity blossomed in your chest when the foreign word fell from her lips. “What does that mean?”

“Beautiful.” She replied without hesitation. Your cheeks flushed at the term of endearment.

Making your way up her neck, you allowed your lips to linger teasingly at the corner of her mouth. “Is there a way I can convince you to stay?”

Once again, Wanda shivered, and you felt pleased at the way her breathing became uneven. “Y/n…” She whispered, gently tugging you forward to meet her lips in a heated kiss. A moment later she rolled onto you, her lips moving passionately against your own.

You easily wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, so close that you weren’t sure where she ended, and you began.

The moment was interrupted by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. Wanda began pulling away, but you chased after her lips. “Ignore it.” You mumbled against her lips.

For a moment it seemed like she was going to ignore the call until the ringing started again. “I have to get that.” Wanda said quietly with a small smile. She pressed three quick kisses to your lips before she rolled off of you.

You groaned in displeasure and Wanda just laughed at your response.

As she stepped away to take the call, you pulled on your sweater that was carelessly thrown on the floor. For the first time since the day before you picked up your phone, noticing a few missed messages and calls. You decided to open the messages from Leigh first.

Is it socially acceptable

to throw hot coffee at

men when they whistle

at you? Asking for a

friend.

Sent 9:02 AM

You couldn’t help but laugh at the message as you scrolled on, seeing she had sent two more following the first one.

Jules said to bark at

them. Would that scare

them away or get me

institutionalized?

Sent 9:27 AM

Do you maybe want

to come over tonight?

Sent 2:46 PM

Reading over the last message surprised you. After the talk you had at your office you had begun to see glimpses of the Leigh you knew was hidden by the walls that she had built.

That’s not to say she changed overnight, but the hurricane had settled into a storm. You could navigate that.

Just as you were about to reply that you had plans, Wanda walked back into the room. A sheepish smile spread across her lips as she took a seat next to you. “Let me guess, you’re smiling like that because you’re staying, and we can watch movies and cuddle?” You murmured sarcastically.

Wanda leaned forward and once again pressed three short kisses to your lips. “Unfortunately not, dorogaya.” She took your hand in her own. “I actually have to leave now instead of later tonight. I should only be gone for a day or two though.”

You sighed, and Wanda smiled back at you. “I’m going to miss you.” You admitted. No time with Wanda ever seemed to be enough.

Without a word, she pulled you to your feet, tugging off the sweatshirt she was wearing in the process. All you could manage to do was stare at her in awe. She laughed and reached out to pull off your sweater as well which you easily complied with.

This woman isn’t real. There’s no way she’s real. Your thoughts screamed at you as your mind short-circuited at the sight of her. Wanda giggled.

Your brow furrowed in confusion when she pulled a sweatshirt back over your head. “What are you doing?” You asked with a puzzled smile.

Wanda put your sweater on before answering. “Now you have a piece of me and I have a piece of you. For when I miss you.” She leaned forward and lightly pecked your lips. “And you miss me.”

You melted at her words.

Once you had heard someone say that you don’t remember days, you remember moments and this moment here, with Wanda… This moment you’d remember forever.

Three words hung on your lips, but you forced them back down. It was too soon to say them. “Hurry back to me.” You whispered, giving her one final kiss.

“As fast as I can.” She promised with a soft smile, lingering in the doorway. Wanda always lingered before she left, as if it would be the last time she saw you. Butterflies filled your stomach with the way she looked at you before she sent you one final smile and closed the door behind herself.

With a content sigh, you threw yourself back on your bed, smiling up at the ceiling for a moment.

After a few minutes you pulled out your phone, erasing the reply you had begun to type out to Leigh and sending a new one.

Hey. I’ll be there.

Should I bring anything?

Read 3:11 PM

Institutionalized yet?

Read 3:12 PM

Not institutionalized

YET… but it’s still early.

Sent 3:13 PM

Can you bring flour?

We’re making pizza

from scratch tonight.

Sent 3:14 PM

What an accomplishment!

Cooking? I think you

forgot how terrible of

cook I am.

Read 3:15 PM

It really is, be proud.

It’s flour and water. How

hard can it be? Come over

at 6.

Sent 3:15 PM

If you say so. See you then.

Read 3:16 PM

_______________

It turned out making pizza from scratch was a lot harder than Leigh made it seem. “Why is it so… slimy?” You mumbled, poking what was supposed to be the dough with your finger. You made a face when it jiggled.

“I told you to follow the recipe.” Leigh called in a sing song voice from her place by the stove.

You rolled your eyes. “I did!” She pursed her lips but didn’t comment further. “Hey, there will be no judging!”

A small smirk spread across her lips as she stirred the sauce in the pan. “But I’m so good at it.” She quipped back sarcastically.

Petulantly you poked the dough again. “But I’m so good at it.” You mocked under your breath.

There was a soft click as Leigh turned off the stove, her eyes squinted at you slightly. “Are you mocking me?”

You shrugged challengingly. “What if I am?”

Leigh tilted her head slightly, her lips pressed together in an amused smile. “I don’t know…” She began walking towards the counter slowly as you eyed her wearily. You knew that look. She was up to something. “I might have to do this.”

Before you could react, she had tossed a hand full of flour your way. You gasped. “You didn’t.” Leigh bit her lip to fight back her laughter. “Oh, it’s on.”

As you reached for one of the tomatoes, she sprinted around to the other side of the counter. “Listen, Y/n, we can talk about this.” A short laugh fell from her lips as she mockingly held up her hands.

“What was that?” You grinned, raising the tomato slightly. Leigh’s eyes widened. “I couldn’t hear you with all this flour in my ears.” Quickly scrambling over the counter, you reached out and smashed the tomato into the front of her shirt.

That action unleashed chaos as you and Leigh chased each other around the kitchen with various items that were originally supposed to be for the pizza. When there were no ingredients left, you leaned against the counter, laughing at what disasters you both were.

Leigh laughed along with you and you felt your chest tighten when you heard the sound you had spent so long adoring. She looked so carefree. You missed that. “Alright. I’m going to go change now. Thank you for turning me into the beginnings of pizza dough.”

You playfully squinted your eyes at her. “Says the one who threw flour first.” She opened her mouth to retort. “Go change!” You playfully shouted with a laugh.

With one final teasing glare, Leigh walked off to her room. When she left, you turned to face the kitchen, wincing at the mess you two had made. With a one final grimace, you grabbed a rag and began wiping down the counter.

“Boo!” Jules said loudly, causing you to jump in surprise.

The shock of your friends sudden appearance made you clutch your chest as you shook your head in amusement at her. “Was that necessary?”

Jules shrugged as she leaned against the counter. “You look like a mess.” She commented offhandedly. You just laughed, not offering an explanation for your appearance.

A short moment of silence settled in the air as you continued cleaning up the mess. “Don’t give up on her.” Jules said suddenly.

You froze slightly. “What?”

Even though you didn’t turn you could hear Jules sigh. “On Leigh. Don’t give up on her.” She repeated quietly. “Last year was a nightmare for her. She lost Matt in more ways than one and learned some pretty painful things about him. And to be honest… I don’t think she ever really recovered from losing you either.”

You clenched the rag tightly in your hands before begrudgingly turning to face her. “I’m not giving up on her, Jules. Why do you think I’m here? I want to be her friend again. To be there for her.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Look, Matt was amazing, and Leigh loved him so much. We all did… but towards the end they had drifted apart. They weren’t on the same wavelength anymore. She had to compromise herself. I don’t think she's ever had to do that with you.”

You sighed, but Jules continued on. “Leigh isn’t used to being loved anymore. That’s why she pushes you away. That’s why she said what she did on her birthday.”

The tightening in your chest made a reappearance. “Yeah, well, Leigh made her decision two years ago.”

Jules subtly shook her head. “Someday she’s going to realize that your what she wanted all along... It may not seem like it, but she’s happiest when she’s with you.”

The weight of her words rendered you speechless as you stared blankly at a spot on the counter. “Jules, I-” Wanda’s name was on your lips when she interrupted you.

“She’s a lot, trust me, I know better than most… but don’t give up on her.” She repeated once more in a hurried voice. She stood up just in time for Leigh to walk back in. “Alright, have a fun night you two!” She called out as she rushed out the room, sending you one last meaningful look before she disappeared.

Leigh chuckled as she turned her attention to you. “What was that about?”

Through the fog in your mind you managed a weak, “Nothing.”. Leigh’s eyebrows raised curiously but she didn’t question it. “I’m going to go wash my face.” You mumbled rushing out of the room.

When you reached the bathroom you quickly splashed your face with water, trying desperately to shake Jules’ words from your mind. After a few minutes, you felt calm enough to make your way back to the kitchen.

Leigh was cleaning up, but she looked up when she heard you wander back in. “Hey, I ordered pizza. I didn’t think there was a way for us to salvage… this.” She gestured vaguely to the final creation left standing, your slimy pizza dough.

You shuddered at the sight. “We need to destroy that before it grows legs and walks out of here.” Leigh laughed as she dropped the ball of dough into the trashcan. “What’d you order?” You asked as you leaned your forearms against the counter.

Leigh mimicked your stance and tilted her head to face you. “Extra pineapple.” You stared at her in disbelief for a moment. “I’m kidding. I got spinach and sun-dried tomatoes. That’s still your favorite, right?”

A small smile spread across your lips. “Yeah… it’s still my favorite.” You said quietly. You knew she hated those toppings, but she ordered them anyway. The small action confused you.

________________

After you had both finished eating, you were both sat on the couch, talking casually when your phone buzzed. When you opened the message, you were greeted by a picture of Wanda with a goofy smile, wearing your sweater.

Miss you.

Sent 9:53 PM

The message was simple, but you couldn’t help the adoring way you smiled at your phone. Leigh quirked her eyebrows curiously. “What’s got you so smiley?” She peeked over before you could move your phone out of her sight. The smile on her face fell immediately. “Seriously?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips at her tone. “Leigh-”

“What? So, are you dating now?” She asked, her words clipped.

Your gaze fell to the floor. “Yes- No- I don’t know? We haven’t talked about labels.” You admitted quietly.

Her lips pressed in a line as she shook her head disbelievingly. “Right. Well, tonight was fun. I’m going to bed now.”

As she stood you followed after her. “What’s your problem?” You demanded. Tired of all the back and forth.

“I don’t have a problem.” Leigh called over her shoulder, feigning disintrest as she continued making her way towards the staircase.

“You obviously do because every time I mention Wanda you shut down.” You grabbed her hand and spun her back around to face you.

Leigh yanked her hand out of your grasp. “Because you’re using her as a placeholder to get over me!” She shouted, making you flinch.

The heat of the moment made it impossible to process your words before they tumbled from your lips. “I’m not, I love her!”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at you in shock, the fight leaving her system. “…What?”

You pushed a frustrated hand through your hair. “I’m in love with her. With Wanda.” You sighed. Your gaze falling to the floor because you weren’t sure you could handle another minute under her scrutinizing stare. “With the way she plays with her fingers when she’s nervous. With the way she scrunches her nose when she’s excited. With the way she lingers in the doorway every time she has to leave. With the way she lets the world move around her because-”

“Why her?’ Leigh interrupted quietly. You tried to ignore the way her eyes glistened.

“Because whenever something happens, she’s the first person I want to tell.” You replied without missing a beat.

For a moment Leigh just stared at you. You noticed the way her lip quivered ever so slightly. “Did you love me?”

The shock of the question rendered you speechless for a moment. “You can’t be serious.” The way she blinked back at you made it clear she was serious. “I loved you to the point of ruin, Leigh. I loved you so much that I had to build myself from the ground up again because all that was left of me was ashes after you chose him.” Your breathing became ragged as you fought to push your words out. “I loved you enough to let you go but you keep pulling me back.”

Her gaze fell to the floor, but she didn’t respond. “Why do you even care? You don’t want me. You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

She paused and took a breath, her eyes never meeting yours. “Y/n, I never-… I l-… If you're going to leave then go.”

“You can’t keep doing this to me.” You sighed. “Love me or let me go, Leigh.”

You winced at your word choice but didn’t take them back. When it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything else, you nodded slightly, accepting the silence as her answer.

Unable to take it anymore, you turned and left.

_______________

Hours later you had fallen into a restless sleep until repetitive banging on your front door startled you awake. You were surprised to find Leigh on your doorstep, the bags under her eyes were more apparent than ever. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but worry.

The worry faded when she spoke.

“I hate you.”

A disbelieving laugh fell from your lips. “Wow. Okay, that’s great, Leigh. Thank you for driving all the way over here at 1 in the morning to tell me that.” You began closing the door when she put her hand on it to stop you. You didn’t fight her.

Leigh continued as if you hadn’t even spoken. Her eyes glistened brightly under the light of the moon. "I hate you because every time I’m around you it feels wrong.”

You fought desperately to ignore the pain that bloomed in your chest at her words. “Alright. I get it, Leigh.” You mumbled staring down at the floor. You couldn’t understand why she was doing this. “You can go now.”

“I hate you because you make it so fucking hard to be around you and not love you.” Your eyes shot up to meet hers just as tears began falling down her cheeks. You couldn’t breathe. “It feels wrong because nothing about it feels wrong and it should. It feels wrong because everything about you feels right. You shouldn’t feel right, and I feel so fucking guilty, Y/n.”

All you could do was stare back at her, all your words wiped entirely from your mind. Her lip began to quiver once again. “Say something.” Leigh pleaded. You opened and closed your mouth, but no words came out.

Eventually your frustration took precedence because why now? Why not two years ago? “What do you expect me to say to that, Leigh?”

Leigh used her palm to wipe the tears that flowed steadily down her cheeks. “Say that you haven’t given up on me yet.” She whispered.

Jules words rang in your mind as you struggled to keep your breath steady. “Why now?”

“Because you’re like oxygen to me and I’ve been holding my breath for too long… Because I don’t want to lose you without knowing that I tried.” Leigh took your hand and held it to her chest, much like you did the day of her wedding. “Does it feel like this to you?”

Your breath hitched when she repeated the words you once told her back to you. “I love Wanda.” You whispered, feeling her hand slacken slightly in your own, but her eyes continued to shine with determination.

“Do you want us to be done?” She asked, holding her breath.

The way she was looking at you was unbearable as you shut your eyes to avoid the emotions that came with meeting her gaze. “I don’t- I don’t know.” You stuttered out.

“Well, I don’t. I don’t want us to be done.” When you opened your eyes again Leigh gently wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

For a moment you both stared at one another, the emotions making the air around you feel heavy. Leigh gently took one of your hands and slowly brought it up to her cheek. She lightly kissed the inside of your palm before she leaned into it. Your chest clenched as you watched her closely.

You allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of her skin under your fingertips. Her lips parted slightly as you saw her eyes fall to your lips, her chest rising and falling unsteadily with shallow breathes.

A moment later, Leigh slowly leaned into you, her lips tentatively pressing against your own. You had kissed Leigh dozens of times before, but none had ever been like this. It was as though she was trying to pour all her emotions into this one kiss. To make you understand how she felt with this one kiss.

When you realized what was happening you quickly pulled away. “Leigh, stop. I can’t do this to Wanda.” You stepped back, putting a fair distance between you both.

Leigh’s eyes filled with sadness, but she nodded faintly. “Please, just think about what I said.” You nodded, not feeling up to saying anything else. “I’m not giving up on you.”

With a final nod, Leigh turned and got into her car which you watched drive away. All you wanted to do was scream in frustration.

____________________

Even though you were expecting it, the knock on your door made you jump. Anxiety quickly overcame you as you rushed over to open the door. Your heart thudded guiltily against your ribcage when your eyes fell on a smiling Wanda. “Hi, krasivaya.”

All you could do was leap into her arms, quickly pulling away when you felt her flinch. “Are you okay?”

Wanda managed an unconvincing nod as she pulled you back in. “Just fell on the trip, I’m okay. Holding you is worth it.” As gently as you could, you wrapped your arms around her and breathed in her sweet scent. The anxiety you felt earlier easing slightly in her presence.

“I missed you.” You said quietly, as you pulled her in and led her to the couch.

“I missed you too.” She replied back without hesitation. Your gaze fell to your lap and you could feel Wanda’s concern without even looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

Her fingers slid against your palm as she squeezed your hand gently. You had to tell her. Everything. “There’s something you should know.” You said quietly. The concern in Wanda’s eyes grew.

Part 5! Um... it had to happen. Also I feel like this part was particularly important because we got to see a different side of Leigh. Sure, she's a lot sadness most of the time but if you watch the show, she's actually kind of dorky when she's not mad or sad. Hopefully this showed more of her depth.

How's the team Leigh vs. Team Wanda debate?

I hope you all enjoyed! I am so excited to read all your comments about this part! Remember, thoughts and comments are always welcome. :)

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[divinefireangel]

au: vampire Hwiyoung x human reader, lovers?

Finally doing this.... ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧ʸᵃʸ

Ok tbh I think I went wayyy to overboard with it but I love vampires and SF9 so eh. Also I have no clue what's going on in here 💀💀💀💀💀. Sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted op 🥺. I tried *pouts*.

Warnings: Fluff mostly. Vampirey stuff. Sex stuff 👀. Blood drinking. Angst? Death. Sickness. Puking. Like 2 lines. Ahh very long 😂. Should've probably written it as a fic but oh well 🤷🏾‍♀️. I think this also is kind if like a soulmate au. Lmk if I need to add more.

So cocky.

That's all I'm seeing 😂

He's the kind to have any human or vamp do anything for him, with him, etc, etc.

A fairly famous vampire, amongst all of the ones who exist

Loves travelling the world

Meeting new people

Trying new things like food, kinks, new blood types too.

Lives for the thrill of almost getting caught

Flashes his red eyes when he wants to peak someone's curiosity in him

He's all mysterious and that's just so infuriating to not want to get to know him

But he doesn't let anyone get close

He knows it's not right to turn someone into a vampire

He'd never do that

Also he took a vow with his first and last love, to be each other's only forever

But alas, first loves never last

And neither did his

The vow however, lasted longer than the life of his first love

It was to never fall in love with a human again

For he was the one who had completely drained his first love, of their blood, to complete his transition

The realization of what he'd done hit him too late

So the vow was kind of an untold tension hanging in the air, that just grew with every passing second as Hwiyoung drained his lover's blood

He masks his sorrow, with cockiness

But all of his resolve wavered when he saw you

Just laughing, minding your own business

Talking with your friends in the cafe

Your hair flowing with the wind

Laugh echoing it's way to his heart

For once, in his long long life, he didn't just want someone, he longed for them.

After centuries of sad loneliness, he saw you

He heard your heart beat steadily as you spoke with much enthusiasm

Intriguing everyone around you

Not that you noticed

He felt like shedding a tear, his heart hurting the longer he looked at you

But he just couldn't look away from your sweet smile & bright eyes

The next few days pass by him looking at you from afar

Now you weren't one to not notice and do nothing if some random creep followed you everyday

So naturally you confront him by cornering him

He honestly didn't think you had it in you to trap him

Something about being so close to you, even when you are interrogating him just makes him want you to be his even more

That's when he sees you, like actually sees you

Your angry yet curious eyes, the lovely tint on your parted lips, your tongue in between your teeth, and so much more

Never thought this would happen, but he's speechless

So bound by your beauty he isn't even able to defend himself and his actions

When you're about to leave, he grabs your elbow and exchanges your positions

Cornering you and towering you as he introduces himself

The way he is so close to makes you breath hitch and heart beat faster, blood pulsing through you at a greater speed

He knows he's peaked your interest in him

He knows that you're conflicted

He knows that he will be too, sooner than expected

He will try not to showcase his vampire abilities

But how long can he go for you know?

What will happen when he gets a scratch and it heals soon? You'll think it's a little suspicious

What will happen if you get hurt and bleed? Will he be able to just tend to your wound without letting his strength get in the way?

So many questions

So many doubts

But they fade to nothing, when he looks at you

When he looks at you, he sees the most perfect human

Compassionate, caring, kind, sweet, absolutely adorable

He almost feels human too, when he's around you

And just to feel normal again, he starts to spend all his time around you

Roaming with you, circling around you like a buzzed bee does with a flower

And that's when you start your courtship

With him doing so many things with you

Helping you with your work/studies

Taking you on multiple dates

So many getaways

Getting you so much jewelry

Matching Jewelry!!!! 🥺

Falling in love with you

Regular movie nights in

Falling in love

Moving into an apartment together

Falling in love

Doing all your domestic things like cooking, laundry, grocery shopping, getting a goddamn job, and what not

Falling in love

Discussions about adopting a pet together

Oh and falling in love.

Yup.

You have a totally lovesick vampire head over heels completely in love with you with his cold dead heart

When the realization that he hath fallen hits him, he couldn't help but cry

Because he knows that you love him too

He knows that you'd want him to propose to you soon

He knows that eventually you're gonna wanna start a family with him

Even if you don't, which is okay, he knows that you are gonna die in a few decades

What will he do when he can't avoid the inevitable question you'll ask him about not aging

About not getting sick like ever

About having so much money

About having so much knowledge and minute details about historical events which just slip out his mouth from time to time

But

What he doesn't know is that you were already suspecting something was up

You don't know when you started to notice the subtle things he did, things that no one in your time does

The way he talks so casually with everyone

His peculiar usage of words at times

How he doesn't have a single wrinkle on his surely flawless face

How he never grows a grey hair

How his skin is so pale and cold to touch

But his tongue is always so pink

How his eyes look a different colours at random moments

Your first instinct, was of course, you were being delusional.

But then you thought about your life since you met him

How everything was going so good, too good for a human and human relationship

Pain.

That's what you felt when you started to see everything

And not just emotional pain, physical too

You could feel your heart breaking

You didn't know why

Was it because you've given your heart to someone you don't even know what species is?

Or because you've wasted the best time of your life on someone who won't be with you till the end?

You're not stupid, of course you confront him

Even if it meant you'd go from being someone he loves to someone he might hate

When the question flies out of your mouth

He just looks at you with pity

Was it for you or him, he doesn't know

Swallowing, his Adam's Apple bobs in his throat

He'll gently grasp you hands

Making you sit on a chair and he'd come clean

Yes

That simple

Because he can erase your memory if you threaten him 💀

He, for the first time, has no clue how you'd react

Chewing on your finger you look at him

Saying okay

Cause you love him

And him being a vampire doesn't change the fact that he is a good person

Well was or whatever, it's complicated

He just falls on the ground

Crying and thanking you 🥺

Hugging him you realize that you're crying too

The next day is like you're both reborn

Nothing actually changed much lol

He quits his job and you quit yours

And you both just travel the world

Go to different places, new places

Find secluded spaces to fuck, just for the adrenaline

Oh yes sex with vamp Hwiyoung!!!

Uses his strength to mark you.

Uses his powers to multiply the feeling of your high

Uses his speed to fuck you senseless

Of course he goes raw, not like you can get anything from him 💀

He has good control on his hunger for blood

So he won't actually hurt you if he bites you too hard till blood comes

Everything is going, perfect, to say the least

Until you catch a bad stomach bug

You get sick till your guts come out

He hates hates hates it so much

That you're so vulnerable to such things

And that he isn't

That he can't do anything about it even when you reassure him it's okay

He hates knowing that someday you may leave him

When you do get better, he feels so relieved

You know what's coming

So you thought about it a lot

To be honest, you've been thinking about it since he confirmed your doubts about him being a vampire

He is so shocked when you say yes to him

When he asks if you want to, only and only if you do, he's ready to make you a vampire too

The idea of you also becoming a vamp just sounds perfect to him

Cause then it'd mean you'd never get sick or get hurt or die

So you can be together forever and ever 🥺

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 14

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“It was so good to see you, Will,” Valerie says in a muffled voice against his chest as he has her wrapped up tightly in a bear hug.

“I know, I’m so glad I ran into you,” Mulder replies, brushing his hands over her back. He pulls away and kisses her softly on the cheek.

“It makes me really happy to see you so happy,” she says with a smile, her long brunette hair lifting softly in the breeze, brown eyes holding affection that can only be held between two people who have the type of bond that can withstand a breakup and then a transition from lovers to friends.

“Likewise,” he says, nodding towards the small swell of her growing belly.

“I’d love to meet your girlfriend someday, if you think she’d be okay with that,” she says, collecting her purse.

“Yes, I’d really like that. I think you two would get along really well, actually,” he says, and she smirks at him.

“You’re not afraid we’ll bond over having to sit through your shitty movie collection?” she teases, and he laughs good-naturedly.

“Hey, Scully likes my shitty movies, that’s why we’re a perfect match,” he retorts.

She squeezes his arm.

“Call me sometime, okay?”

He nods and watches her walk away, feeling like he’s on cloud nine. A great friendship with his ex-girlfriend, a promising new love with the woman of his dreams; he can only imagine what lies in store next. He practically skips on the walk back to his car, wondering if Scully might let him come by tonight, hoping that he won’t have to wait until the weekend to see her again. He decides to call her as soon as he gets home.

The first few times he gets her machine, he assumes she must be at her mother’s. When she still hasn’t answered or called back by 9:00 pm, he’s confused. When he emails her the next morning and still hasn’t gotten a response at 10:00am, he’s officially worried.

Something is wrong.

———

She had eventually turned off the ringer on her phone and put the volume all the way down on her answering machine so she wouldn’t have to hear his increasingly obsessive attempts to get ahold of her, then slept fitfully all night.

She knows that she needs to give him some kind of response or he’ll show up on her doorstep, but she can’t bring herself to face him, even in voice. Every time the image of him with that woman pops back into her head, she feels a lump form in her throat immediately, a sick sadness welling in her belly. She’s pored over every memory in her mind, every interaction they’ve had, searching for signs. Signs that he was seeing someone else, that he wasn’t interested in anything other than getting in her pants, that he was lying to her. Her thorough inventory brings up next to nothing, which almost makes it worse; how adept he must have been at creating a false reality for her to exist in. Perhaps he’s garnered some tips from the sociopaths he studies, or maybe his background in psychology allowed him to manipulate her.

When she arrives at work, she is unsurprised though still dismayed to see an email waiting for her.

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: May 5, 1997 7:57 am

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: Where are you?

Scully, you’re freaking me out. Are you okay? Please respond.

She deletes it immediately and tries to focus on work. She performs an autopsy and teaches a class, both welcome distractions from her emotional torment. Just before 11:00 am, the phone rings.

“Autopsy bay, this is Trudy…yep, she’s here, one second.”

Trudy turns and opens her mouth to speak, but sees Dana waving her arms and shaking her head. She makes a confused face and puts the phone back to her ear.

“Oh, actually she just stepped out, sorry. Can I take a message?”

She watches as Trudy scribbles something on a piece of paper.

“Uh huh…yes. Okay, I’ll tell her…you have my word.”

She replaces the phone on the receiver and hands Dana the paper with a sympathetic frown.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asks rhetorically.

Dana looks down and deciphers Trudy’s messy scrawl.

Call Mulder immediately. Send a sign of life.

She crumples it up and tosses it into the trash can.

“You wanna talk about it?” Trudy asks.

“Nope,” Dana replies, turning back to the computer.

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: May 5th, 1997 11:03am

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: PLEASE RESPOND

Scully, I don’t know what the hell is going on, but if you don’t reply to this within an hour I’m driving down there.

Please respond

She feels fresh tears well in her eyes. Why is he trying so hard if he’s seeing someone else anyway? Why is he doing this to her? With a surge of anger, she hits reply.

From: dscully@fbi.gov

Sent: May 5th, 1997 11:05am

To: fmulder@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:PLEASE RESPOND

I’m fine, Mulder. Please just give me some space.

With that she closes her email, begs someone to take her second class of the day, and goes home.

———

He feels like he’s stepped into an alternate universe. He’d left her happy and satisfied, and out of nowhere she’s shutting him out. What does she need space for? Space from him? Why? Did he come on too strong and freak her out? He thought they’d moved past that. He picks up the phone again.

“Autopsy bay, this is Trudy.”

“Trudy, it’s Agent Mulder again. Look, I don’t want to put you in an awkward position, but is Dana there?”

She pauses. “No, she went home for the day. She seemed pretty upset.”

“Do you have any idea why?” he implores.

“No, other than the fact that it seems to be directed at you.”

“Yeah, that much I gathered. Thanks, Trudy, sorry to bother you.”

“No worries, good luck.”

He slams the phone down, grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and leaves.

———

She is half expecting his knock, but it still makes her jump, nearly causing her to spill her wine. She wants to just ignore him until he goes away, but she knows his proclivity towards persistence won’t let him do that. Better to just get it over with, she thinks as she slumps towards the door.

The second she lays eyes on him in his slacks and dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie discarded, she feels her chin pucker and tears threaten her eyes. As angry as she is, she immediately wants to go to him, to curl up within his embrace so he can comfort her. The problem is, what she needs comforting from is him.

“What is going on?” he says with a mix of frustration and fear.

She stands in the open doorway, not making space for him to enter.

“I saw you,” she says, her voice strained with emotion.

“You saw me...what?” he asks, his face a mask of confusion.

She lifts her chin, clenching her jaw and summoning strength.

“I saw you with her. Yesterday, at the Bluebird Cafe. After I had lunch with my family.” her voice holds steady, anger carrying her through.

His face falls and her gut twists. She wishes she didn’t have to watch this.

“THAT is what this is about?” he asks, but there’s no shame or regret in his voice. If anything, he sounds a little mad.

She nods curtly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he spits out, and she recoils a little at his vitriol. “Let me in, Scully. Right now,” he demands, and against her better judgement she moves aside.

He pushes past her into the apartment and she closes the door softly, leaving it unlocked in case either of them decides to make a hasty exit.

“Did you consider,” he begins, his back to her, “maybe, I don’t know, asking me about what you saw?” He turns to face her, one hand on his hip and his face contorted with anger. “Or were you just planning to avoid me until I gave up and went away again?”

She doesn’t know what to say. She’s confused about why he’s yelling at her when he’s the one who did something wrong. She just looks at him, expressionless.

He juts his chin out expectantly, waiting for an answer, but gets none. She averts her eyes.

“Is that all this is worth to you, Scully?” he continues, “you’re ready to throw this away over a simple misunderstanding, without even talking to me?”

She lifts her head and looks at him with a pained expression. “Okay then, talk,” she gets out.

He drops his head in frustration. “The woman you saw me with,” he says flatly, lifting his head to meet her eye, “was my ex-girlfriend, Valerie. I ran into her while I was running errands yesterday, and we had lunch. She has a boyfriend and is three months pregnant. We spent the majority of our meal together talking about you.”

She shakes her head gently, her throat closing as a tear rolls down her cheek. “I saw you kiss her,” she whispers, her jaw quivering.

“You saw me kiss her on the cheek? I also kiss my mother on the cheek, Scully, it’s hardly an intimate gesture.”

She feels a new wave of sickness pass over her, but this time it’s entirely different. This time it’s the sick feeling of realizing that she was very, very, wrong, and that she has, yet again, hurt the man who loves her. She opens her mouth to speak but she can’t find the right words.

He steps forward but doesn’t touch her. When he speaks, his voice is softer, more defeated than anything else.

“I’m sorry that you saw something that upset you. But if you actually thought for a single second that I want to be with anyone but you, you’re fucking insane. I meant what I said the day you left my apartment last year. I felt it then, and I feel it now. I want this to work more than anything, Scully, but for that to be possible you have to trust me. I can’t live with the knowledge that you might just shut me out at a moment’s notice when you get scared.”

She keeps her head down, overwhelmed by a combination of shame, embarrassment, and gratitude that he wouldn’t let her walk away. She does not deserve this man, but she wants to.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, still unable to meet his eye.

“I know you are,” he replies, moving towards the door. “Take the space you need, and let me know when you’re ready to trust me.”

When she hears the click of the door closing behind him, she collapses to the floor, sobbing for so many reasons she couldn’t possibly name them all. When it’s faded to snivels and hiccups, she stands and goes to the hallway, picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Missy,” she chokes out, “Can you come over?”

———

He’s not sure if leaving was the right thing to do. The risk that she might not come back around is one that sends his stomach into knots, but at the same time he finds it hard to accept that she wasn’t even going to give him the opportunity to explain. He’s been actively working to temper expressing his feelings so he doesn’t overwhelm her, but then she gets it in her head that he’s not invested. It feels like he can’t win.

He goes back to work and stops by Kirkbride’s office to apologize for disappearing. Kirkbride just gives him a quizzical look, clearly not having noticed he had left. The rest of the day he buckles down on his caseload, distracting himself from the catastrophic thoughts that dance through his head, and gets more work done than he has in quite a while. When he leaves the office just after 5:00 pm, he feels melancholy and grouchy, and annoyed that he left the ball in her court.

The elevator dings to announce his arrival on the fourth floor and he steps out with a takeout bag in his hand, eyes downcast. Halfway down the hall, he readies his key and looks up, startling when he sees Scully sitting on the floor against his door, knees tucked up against her chest and her forehead resting on her kneecaps. She’s very still, and as he gets closer he realizes that she’s asleep. His heart aches knowing that she’s been waiting that long, that she didn’t want to leave without talking to him.

He crouches down beside her, setting his dinner on the floor, and gently touches her shoulder. She jerks, her head snapping up and her eyes wild for a moment while she tries to orient herself. When she focuses on him, she immediately starts crying, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. He’s surprised by her uncharacteristically emotional response, but says nothing and just holds her until his knees start to ache, at which point he sits down on the floor and pulls her into his lap. They stay this way for several minutes, long enough for one of his neighbors to walk by and politely avert their eyes, entering their apartment as though there was nothing out of the ordinary happening in the hallway. When the crying seems to have subsided a bit, he gives her a little squeeze.

“Wanna go inside?” he asks, and she nods against his chest, his shirt damp from her tears.

She stands unsteadily and he follows her, grabbing the takeout bag off the floor. They enter the apartment and Priscilla plods up to them with an excited meow. Scully leans down and picks her up, tucking the cat against her neck as they nuzzle each other. Mulder smiles at them with a bemused expression.

“She was talking to me through the door,” Scully says with a small smile, “she heard me knocking and was meowing from the other side. We had a conversation.”

Affection swells in his chest and he steps forward to kiss her. Her shoulders drop and she lets Priscilla down so she can get closer, threading her arms around his waist and kissing him back in earnest. Desperate, thought I’d lost you again kisses that are as arousing as they are a relief, because he knows that they will be okay.

He pulls back a little and she makes a whimpering sound in protest.

“I’m gonna go change really quick, okay? Then can we talk?” he asks, and she sighs and nods. “You can have half my Chinese,” he adds, and she gives him a tight-lipped smile.

When he sits on the couch beside her five minutes later, she scoots closer so they are pressed against each other, and he gathers that she needs physical closeness right now. He loops an arm around her shoulder and she crawls right back into his lap, curled against him as though trying to fuse her body to his own. Her head tucked beneath his chin, she holds one of his hands in her lap, fingers laced tightly together, and begins to speak.

“After you left, Missy came over and we talked for a long time. I’ve come to realize how much I’m still affected by...what happened last year. I harbor a lot of guilt for being unfaithful to Ethan, and that’s actually largely why I married him even though I knew my heart wasn’t in it.” She pulls in a deep breath, pressing their joined hands tight against her belly, trying to get even closer. “When you and I reconnected, in a way it felt like a chance to validate it. As though things working out with us would mean that what I did wasn’t as bad, because there was something real between us. But at the same time, a big part of me doesn’t believe that I deserve to be happy.” Her voice remains steady, but he feels the wet drop of a tear on the back of his hand.

He tightens his arm around her waist. “I’ve always been a person who values doing the right thing, and integrity was something that was very important to my father. It was his measure of a person’s character, and that’s something he instilled in me as well.” She sits up a bit so she can look at him, and his heart breaks at her red-rimmed eyes, her icy irises so mournful. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Mulder. You haven’t given me any reason not to. It’s just that I don’t feel like I deserve this, especially with you, and I’m waiting for the moment it all comes crashing down. So when I saw you with that woman, it was almost like I’d been waiting for it, expecting it. Getting what I deserved.”

He brings his palms to her cheeks, brushing away the tears with his thumbs.

“Thank you for telling me that,” he says softly. “I wish I could change how you feel, but I know that I can’t. I do know how it feels to spend your life harboring guilt over something you could have done differently, and I can tell you that punishing yourself won’t make it any easier. It makes me really sad that you’ll always regret how we met.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head gently. When she opens them, her expression is more tender than it is mournful.

“I don’t regret it, Mulder. I do feel guilt, and shame, for not ending it with Ethan so we could have done things the right way, but I could never regret meeting you.”

He pulls her back into an embrace, her arms wrapping around his ribcage, and plants a kiss to the top of her head.

“Are we okay?” he asks softly.

“I hope so,” she says hoarsely.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that Valerie wants to meet you sometime?” he asks, and she laughs.

“I don’t know, did you tell her that I freaked out on you because you had lunch with her?” she replies, and he can already hear her tone shifting back to their typical lighthearted banter.

“No, of course not. That’ll be our little secret. Well, plus Trudy. I think Trudy knows too much honestly.”

She laughs again, and god he could spend the rest of his life trying to make her laugh. In fact, that’s exactly what he hopes to do.

“Speaking of meeting people,” she continues, “Missy mentioned you to my mother yesterday and she wants to meet you.”

A grin stretches across his mouth, but he doesn’t say anything. She pulls back to look at his face, to gauge his reaction, and smiles softly in response.

“You want me to meet your mom?” he asks, the delight on his face carrying over to his voice.

Her mouth screws up shyly. “My little brother will probably be there too, and Missy. Is that too much?”

He shakes his head. “Sounds perfect. But, there are some friends I’d like you to meet too, if we’re meeting people.”

“The Lone Gunmen?” she asks with a skeptical lilt.

“Those are the ones. They’re my only friends, actually. Aside from Val.” Just then, Priscilla hops up onto the couch beside them. “Oh, and you Priscilla, sorry,” he adds.

Scully smiles at the cat, and then at him. “Can I bring Missy as a human buffer?” she asks hopefully.

“Of course. You may set a record for the highest number of female visitors to their lair in a day.”

“Lair?” she asks with wide eyes.

He chuckles. “They’ll grow on you, I promise.”

[ryqoshay]

Happy Life: Fallen Angel vs. Little Demon

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~3.4k Rating: G AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Between Riko’s 2nd and 3rd year and Yohane’s 1st and 2nd year of high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: Inspired by a somewhat recent SIFAS Daily Theater translation. I will link to said translation in the follow up post.

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A knock sounded at the door.

Riko quickly shoved the doujin she had been reading under her pillow. “Yes?” She responded, grabbing some sheet music from nearby on her bed.

“Riko, dear.” Mrs. Sakurauchi said, as she opened the door. “Your friend, Yohane-chan, was it?”

“Yoshiko-chan?”

“I believe she left this.”

Riko recognized the device in her mother’s hand as Yoshiko’s phone and sighed. “Yes, that’s hers.”

“I tried calling her mother already, but it seems she was called in to work and is unable to get ahold of her daughter to tell her.”

“I see…”

“So, I was hoping you could bring it to her?”

“Me?”

“I’m not sure how else to get it to her, or even tell her that it’s here.”

Riko sighed. Perhaps some of the fallen angel’s luck rubbed off on her. It was probably bound to happen at some point or another, what with the two of them spending more time together as of late.

“Alright.” Riko agreed, sliding off her bed.

As she made her way down the stairs to the front entryway, Riko considered the events leading up to her needing to deliver the forgotten item. Yesterday, she had noticed Yoshiko a bit out of sorts, even for the purported fallen angel. In an effort to cheer up her friend, Riko had offered to have her come over to visit Prelude. Thankfully, the tactic had worked well. Yoshiko had perked up immediately and had been quite enthusiastic in her time with the young dog.

The three went for a walk before returning to Riko’s home for a warm meal prepared by her mother. From there, the two girls watched a movie together, while Prelude spent the entire show curled up in Yoshiko’s lap.

At some point, Riko had noticed the time and wondered aloud if Yoshiko would be able to make the last bus back to Numazu. Yoshiko was confused by the question and had to check the schedule. Riko had wondered if the younger girl had bothered to check the schedule earlier. To Yoshiko’s dismay, she had already missed her bus. Thus, Riko had ended up offering to let her stay for the night and pulled out the guest futon.

After another movie, the two turned in for the night. Riko had noted, with a bit of jealousy, that Prelude chose to sleep on Yoshiko’s futon instead of Riko’s bed or her own dog bed. In the morning they went for another walk and enjoyed a quick breakfast before Yoshiko headed back home. Unfortunately, without her phone, it would seem.

At least it was early enough in the day that Riko wouldn’t have the same problem returning home as Yoshiko did yesterday, she thought as she took a seat in the bus.

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“Ah, Riko-chan.” A voice called from behind her.

Riko startled and spun. “Oh, uhm… M-Mrs. Tsushima.” She said upon recognizing the blue-haired woman. “I thought… My mother said you were at work?”

Yoshiko’s mother paused for a moment. “Oh dear, I believe there must have been a miscommunication. I said I was on my way home from work. It was just a minor emergency that I was able to address quickly before returning.”

“Oh, well… I came to bring Yoshiko-chan’s phone.”

“Yes, I figured as such. That was very kind of you. My daughter should be grateful to have such good friends. Elsewise she would have had to retrieve her lost belongings on her own.”

“She’s helped me in many ways as well.” Riko said, remembering the events leading to her getting past her fear of dogs.

Mrs. Tsushima smiled. “Well as thanks for today, why don’t I make something for lunch, if you don’t mind eating a little early, or later, if you intend to stay for a little while.”

“I can stay for a little while.” Riko said. “I don’t have any other plans until later this afternoon.”

Mrs. Tsushima nodded and let them into the complex. Inside, they took the elevator up several floors and walked down the hall to the Tsushima apartment.

“My daughter is likes to stream when she is home on the weekend.” Mrs. Tsushima explained as they removed their shoes in the entry. “So she’s probably in her room.”

“Thank you.” Riko nodded and headed toward her friend’s room. Streaming? She thought to herself. Perhaps she shouldn’t stay until lunch. She was about to interrupt Yoshiko’s session and wanted to keep the interference to a minimum if possible.

Upon arriving, she knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again.

“Yeah, Mama, c’mon in.” a voice called from within.

“Uhm, actually, it’s…” Riko started as she opened the door.

“Wha?!” Yoshiko startled from her seat at her desk. “Riri?!” She dropped the controller she had been holding. In her attempts to catch it, she fumbled, causing it ricochet off the edge of the desk and hit her in the face as she leaned forward. “Kyaa!” She cried, recoiling in such a way that her chair spun, and she slid off onto the floor. “Ughn….” She groaned.

“Yoshiko-chan!” Riko rushed forward and knelt beside the younger girl. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m…” Yoshiko pushed herself up enough to see her screen and sighed. “I lost…”

“Lost?”

“My match.” Yoshiko accepted Riko’s hand and pulled herself up to her feet.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Yoshiko shook her head before smiling strangely. “Though perhaps as punishment, Yohane should have Riri play a match.”

“Eh? Me?”

“Kidding.” Yoshiko chuckled. “Unless…”

As Yoshiko straightened her skirt and halo, Riko turned to the screen. Sure enough, the words “You Lose” were displayed in English overlaying a camera slowly orbiting what Riko assumed to be the two competitors in the match. The one on the ground was surely Yoshiko’s character and the one posing was whoever had won.

There was also a flood of text scrolling up the side of the screen.

“Eh?” Riko blinked as she recognized her name among the scrolling text. Or rather, Yoshiko’s nickname for her, accompanied by a myriad of emojis and other icons she didn’t readily recognize.

“Hey!” Yoshiko suddenly said, leaning forward toward the camera. “What have I told you all about Riri? Only Yohane is allowed to use that name bestowed upon one of her favored little demons.”

For some reason, Riko wasn’t surprised when the text sped up and the frequency of her nickname being typed increased.

Yoshiko growled something Riko didn’t understand but retrieved her controller and took her seat again. “Sorry, Riri, the horde sometimes doesn’t listen to their mistress when they get too excited.”

“And they’re excited… to see me?”

“Of course!” Yoshiko grinned. “Who wouldn’t be excited to see someone as wonderful as Riri?”

Riko felt heat rise in her cheeks. “A-and they know about me and that… nickname?”

“Well yeah, Yohane takes great pleasure in telling her little demons about those she favors most, such that some may ascribe to ascend to such greatness as well someday.”

Riko couldn’t help wondering what sort of details about her friends Yoshiko might share with her followers. Hopefully nothing too private. Still, despite the embarrassment, she couldn’t deny that it did make her feel good that Yoshiko held her in such high regard.

“A-anyway, you forgot this at my place this morning, Yoshiko-chan.” Riko held out the phone.

“Wahhh!? I didn’t even realize!” Yoshiko grabbed the device. “Thank you, Riri! Thank you!” She paused for a moment, apparently realizing she had once again dropped her persona. She cleared her throat. “And as a token of gratitude, Yohane shall rescind the punishment.”

“I thought you were just kidding about that.”

“Well… the horde seemed to think it was a good idea.” Yoshiko admitted, jutting a chin toward the screen. “But Yohane doesn’t want to force one of her favored little demons to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

“I never said I didn’t want to.” Riko pointed out. “I was just a little surprised by the offer. And, I’ve never played a game like that before, so I’m not sure how good I would be.”

“It’s not a matter of how good you are.” Yoshiko said, pulling open a drawer from her desk where she retrieved a second controller. “It’s about having fun.” She handed the device to Riko.

“Oh, uhm… alright.” Riko accepted the controller.

“Go ahead and grab that chair.” Yoshiko motioned in the general direction. “I’ll get things set up for a local game.”

Riko nodded, slid the chair next to the other girl and sat down.

“Alright, quick rundown of the controls.” Yoshiko indicated each button, named it function and added a small tutorial about combo moves.

Riko swallowed down her nervousness, telling herself it was little different than being on stage in front of an audience. Except the audience was watching through a camera. So maybe it was more like a PV? Except it was live. So… somewhere in between?

“Yohane shall go easy on Riri for the first couple matches.” Yoshiko said as she selected a character, an angelic girl with one black and one white wing. “Oh, the next guy over is a good beginner character.” Yoshiko pointed toward Riko’s selection.

“Alright.” Riko made her choice of a muscular man with classic anime-esque spiked hair and a very strange sword.

“Ku ku ku.” Yohane chortled. “Fallen Angel Yohane verses Little Demon Riri! Heaven or Hell! Dual 1!” She intoned, mimicking the game’s announcer surprisingly well. “Let’s Rock!”

Riko fumbled through her first combo and was disappointed when Yohane blocked the first blow and followed up with a counter. Yoshiko giggled and tripped Riko before backing off.

“This is Riri’s first match, so of course Yohane is going easy.” Yoshiko said. “I thought I already made that clear.”

Riko assumed she was responding to something she saw in the endlessly scrolling chat but wondered how the other girl was able to read it while concentrating on the game.

Riko made another attempt to attack and got a little excited when the first two hits managed to connect. But, no surprise, Yoshiko turned things around quickly and delivered a devastating combo that wiped out more than half of Riko’s health bar. Riko grunted and attacked again, only to be countered yet again.

“Slash!” the game and Yoshiko said in unison.

“But…” Riko started to protest.

“Yohane said she would go easy.” Yoshiko explained as though reading Riko’s mind. “But she didn’t say she would just let Riri win. And besides, that was just Round 1. Oh, here we go…”

Round 2 proceeded in a similar manner to Round 1 and it wasn’t long until the overall match was won by Yoshiko.

“So, do you wanna keep using that guy or try someone else?” Yoshko inquired as the character selection screen came back up. “Oh, you can also choose alternate costumes by using different buttons.”

“I see.” Riko took note. “I think I will use him a little while longer, until I learn more.”

“Alright.” Yoshiko nodded. “Well, I’m going to change things up and use her.” She moved her selection box to a short girl wielding a ship’s anchor as big as her. “She’s one of the hoard’s favorites.”

The second match, not surprisingly, went about the same as the first. However, Riko did find herself highly amused by the colorful sea animals that appeared during the special moves Yoshiko used. She could see why the audience liked that character.

Then it happened.

Riko’s eyes widened as a huge pink whale, breached across the screen to crash down over her character, along with a tidal wave of water. The remainder of Riko’s health bar was destroyed and the match was over.

Hearts, whales and other emojis flooded the chat and Yoshiko giggled.

“Heh, managed to actually pull it off again.” Yoshiko said with a toothy smile, seeming to forget her fallen angel persona again.

“What was that?” Riko asked.

“One of her super moves.” Yoshiko explained.

“It was very… cute.”

“I know, right?”

“Even if I did take a lot of damage from it.”

“Well, again, it is one of her super moves.”

“Can I try her next?”

“Of course!” Yoshiko excitedly turned her controller toward Riko. “It’s not the most complex combo, but I sometimes struggle to get the timing right when in active play.” She demonstrated the button sequence.

Riko nodded, selected the anchor-wielding girl and the next match began.

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“Oh, is that the time?” Riko asked, happening to notice Yoshiko’s alarm clock out of the corner of her eye.

“Hm?” Yoshiko turned her attention to where Riko was looking. “Oh… heh… I guess we have been playing a while, haven’t we? Time flies like an angel when you’re having fun, huh?”

“Mm…” Riko nodded.

The two girls had been playing, almost nonstop for over three hours. Riko barely remembered Mrs. Tsushima delivering a lovely, light lunch of mini sandwiches and crudités; easy finger food for gaming, as Yoshiko had described it.

During the session, Riko had started to learn how to skim chat with the side of her vision as her primary focus was on the game. As such, she was eventually able to join in on the conversation. She wasn’t nearly as good as Yoshiko, and missed some things and misunderstood others, much to every else’s amusement. Still, she found that the interaction enhanced the overall experience. And she now had a better understanding as to why Yoshiko loved streaming so much.

“I suppose I should at least get up and stretch a bit.” Yoshiko said, standing and raising her arms above her head.

Riko grimaced as she heard several joints pop.

“Eheh… Sorry, Riri…” Yoshiko offered an amused apology before twisting her shoulders to cause a cacophonous cascade up her spine.

“That… can’t be good for you…” Riko mumbled.

“This mortal shell can get a bit rickety at times.” Yoshiko finished by cracking her neck. “I look forward to resuming our practice sessions as it provides a good reminder to stretch properly. Though I do wonder who will take up Dia’s place as taskmaster.”

Riko chuckled. “She wasn’t that bad.”

“Hrm…” Yoshiko leaned forward to check something on the screen. “Ne, Riri, do you have any plans for dinner?”

“Yes, Chika-chan and I were going to write get some early drafts in so as to possibly have a new song or two before the new school year.”

Was it Riko’s imagination, or did Yoshiko’s expression change, strangely, for the briefest of moments? If she had blinked, she may have missed it.

“Ah. That sounds like fun.” Yoshiko’s normal…? smile returned. “Maybe sometime later.”

“If I may ask, was there something in particular you wanted to do or somewhere you wanted to go?”

Yoshiko pointed to where she had been looking a moment ago. “That’s the total donations I’ve received this stream. It’s more than I normally make. A lot more. And I believe that is because Riri agreed to join us today.” She paused and read several messages affirming her theory. “And I wanted to show my appreciation.”

“I see. Thank you for the offer. Uhm…” Riko reviewed her weekend plans. “Tomorrow night, I’m having dinner with my parents… But I’m free around this time, so…”

“I can do lunch.” Yohshiko offered quickly. “I was going to stream again, but I can move that to any other time.”

“Or we can eat lunch again like we did today.”

Yoshiko blinked. “You… want to stream with me again tomorrow?”

“If you’re alright with that, yes.”

Now that was unquestionably a genuine smile. Yoshiko’s eyes sparkled and her shoulders drew up with excitement. “Of course!” She cried joyously. “Riri is always welcome as a guest… no, better yet, co-host!” She turned to the camera. “Didja hear that everyone!? Riri is gonna come back tomorrow and join us again!”

The chat exploded again with emojis.

Riko couldn’t help smiling as well. It was a little embarrassing being the center of such commotion, but Yoshiko’s excitement was as contagious as it was adorable. And she wanted to see more of it. She liked seeing this side of Yoshiko.

Not that the fallen angel thing was bad or anything, but… Right now, Yoshiko was her happy human self. She wasn’t getting hurt or sick, losing or breaking anything, or anything else the fates decided to torment her with, and make Riko worry about her wellbeing. Yoshiko was happy. And that made Riko happy.

“Anyway, I had a lot of fun today.” Riko said, getting up. “Thank you for that.” She turned to the camera. “See you all tomorrow.” She offered a small parting wave.

“I’ll see you out.” Yoshiko popped up as well. “Be right back, my little demons. Then we’ll see who else is brave enough to face Yohane in combat.”

Still giddy with excitement and bubbling about plans for tomorrow, Yoshiko escorted Riko to the door. From there, Riko bid her farewell to the Tsushima family and headed home for the day.

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Riko’s brow furrowed and she grunted in frustration. Another match lost. She sighed and set her controller down on her desk.

Or rather, it was actually Chika’s controller. While the two of them were composing in Chika’s room, Riko had noticed the device and asked if Chika had the game she had played earlier that day.

Chika did not actually own the game but had been able to show Riko where to obtain it for herself, as well as order her own controller. In the meantime, while awaiting delivery, Riko was able to borrow Chika’s device, which Chika also showed her how to pair with her laptop.

So now, several hours later, Riko was practicing for the next day’s stream.

Suddenly, a notification popped up in the lower corner of her screen. Riko leaned forward and moved the cursor to click on it. A new window came up with a message.

Sventa: Greetings

Sventa? Had that been Yoshiko’s screenname? No, Riko was pretty sure it had something to do with a fallen angel. Actually, that literally was her screenname, Riko remembered, TheFallenAngel. Perhaps this was one of her other friends? Maybe Chika? She didn’t have the game, but she had the program through which it was installed and run.

YuriYoukai: Hello

YuriYoukai: Is that you, Chika-chan?

Sventa: No

Sventa: I do not believe we know each other

Sventa: But I am a fan of Yohana-sama’s streams

Sventa: Are you the same little demon Riri that appeared on Yohane-sama’s stream today?

Riko paused, wondering if she should confirm.

Sventa: If you are, I wanted to say that you made for a very fun stream

Sventa: We got to see a rare side of Yohane-sama because of you

Sventa: You are obviously someone she cares for deeply

Sventa: She talks about you and some of her other friends a lot

Well, Yoshiko had admitted as such earlier. Riko wondered again what all Yoshiko talked about with her followers.

Sventa: But this was the first time she’s brought one of you onto her stream

Sventa: And it was fun to see her having so much fun

Sventa: So thank you for that

YuriYoukai: You’re welcome.

Riko wasn’t quite she sure had really done anything worth thanks, and she had fun as well, so… Well, she had thanked Yoshiko herself, so maybe this individual just wanted to do the same.

Sventa: And now you are playing this again

Sventa: Practicing for tomorrow?

YuriYoukai: I didn’t win a single match against Yoshiko-chan

Sventa: That is true

Sventa: But Yohane-sama is an experienced player and you only started playing today

Sventa: Still, I must say you showed great potential

YuriYoukai: I still can’t win now

Sventa: But you are having fun, right?

YuriYoukai: Yes

Sventa: That is good

Sventa: And more important that how good you are or how much you win

Riko chuckled as she remembered Yoshiko saying something similar.

Sventa: Still, perhaps I can offer some advice?

Sventa: The character you used today was my first favorite when I first started playing

Sventa: And I would be happy to recommend some other characters as well

Sventa: Even the one I know Yohane-sama struggles against

Sventa: Perhaps you can catch her off guard

YuriYoukai: There is a character Yoshiko-chan struggles against?

Sventa: The game is a complex set of Rock Paper Scissors, with every character having strengths and weaknesses

Sventa: Some of these strengths can be exploited against the weaknesses of others

YuriYoukai: I see

Sventa: A skilled player can still work around it all and win

Sventa: But if they are not expecting their opponent to know certain things, they will not be ready for them

Sventa: I think it would make for a really fun stream if you were able to surprise Yohane-sama like that

Riko smiled. That did sound like fun.

YuriYoukai: Alright

YuriYoukai: Teach me what you can, Sventa-sensei

The other player invited Riko to a network game and the two started playing.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

[ivyglow]

up all night | Mat Barza NYI

Author notes: So it’s my first piece here, hope you guys like it. If there are some grammar mistakes please tell me so I can fix it. Feedback always appreciated and requests are open.

Word count: 2.580 -sorry, I always get carried away- 

Summary: y/n is the new and loud neighbor at the building, what can you expect from someone who listens to music like she does? Well, Mat Barzal wasn’t expecting too much until they start talking...

Opposite.

She was the opposite of everything people usually expect from a psychology student. 

Y/n wasn’t even close to being a calm and centered person. In fact, she was agitated and always talking, still, she knew exactly the time to listen and pass some safe sensation to people around her, something that her friends loved. 

She used to share an apartment with a British Music major but he had to go back home and so, Brianna, one of her classmates/best friend, suggested y/n move in with her and another friend. Share space with two girls would be amazing, especially since her last roomie was cool, but it’s not the same experience life with a man and with two girls between the same age. 

That’s how Mathew Barzal, a professional hockey player, found himself trying to sleep while the neighbor was listening to music in a not so social volume. This was odd since he knew the two college students that lived next door (and by knew he meant he used to say “good morning” to them every time they bump at the corridor or the elevator. He didn’t even remember their names). It was a Thursday night so they probably have class in the morning, something that demands a good night of sleep in the same way that having to work as a player does. 

When Mathew notice that all the pieces of music played was from Bon Jovi he was ninety percent sure that whoever we’re listening to that loud sh*t was going to listen to the whole album or the whole music career from the rock star. Convincing himself that they would not stop, he got up, put a shirt on and headed to the corridor, having to click twice the doorbell to be heard through the loud screams of You give love a bad name. 

It took y/n more than expected to notice someone was at the door and when she finally did, her first action was to run and open the door. Probably it was Brianna pissed cause she lost her keys or something, she thought.

“God, calm down, I’m going!!!!” she finally opened the door. 

“I’m not God” Mat answers when the door was finally pulled open.

It took y/n only three seconds to reply “I see, but you definitely look like one” and five to realize what she just said. 

“Fuck, just kidding, sorry.” not the best apologize, actually Mat would laugh (if he wasn’t mad with the noise) cause it wasn’t even something to really apologize for, she was just...involuntary flirting (?). 

So he took his time scanning the -apparently- funny girl in front of him. He hasn’t bumped in her in the corridor or said ‘good morning’ in the elevator if so he would remember cause she had these big eyes and the corner of her lips looked like she was always about to say something comic. Y/n seemed like some character from a rom-com movie wearing sleep shorts, a polka dots t-shirt and face mask color blue, which made Mat smile and lose focus. 

“I...I’m the neighbor next door” 

Yeah, but what about the noise?! his mind beats him. 

“Nice to meet you, I guess?” Y/n stretches her lips forming a smile. 

“You’re not from here, are you?” 

“By here you mean the planet, the country or the apartment?” she jokes. 

“I mean the planet since I never saw blue human beings” he tries to sound as funny as her.

“Fuck!!! I forgot about the face mask!!! I thought my cheeks were burning cause I was shy or something” and just like that y/n runs inside the house letting the door wide open while Mat stands there and Bon Jovi sings Misunderstood from her loudspeakers.

I stumbled like my words, did the best I could

I 'm hanging outside your door

I've been here before

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not as blue as I seemed to be five minutes early” and there she was joking again. This time a towel hangs around her neck while some strands of her hair are wet from the water, the rest of it in a messy bum at the top of her head. 

“Still look pretty, to be honest”

“These dark cheeks are not from you flirt just so you know, they’re from the face mask” y/n points to her cheekbones and gives Mat a funny smile.

“Am I flirting with you?”

“I don’t know, you tell me” she raises her brows. 

She was smart, he pursed his lips. Y/n knew exactly how to take the truth from someone. 

“First you gotta turn down the music, I’ve been trying to sleep for hours…” he scratches his cheeks and old habit of his. 

“Omg, sorry!” she took her phone from her back pocket and stopped the music turning to him again. “I used to share space with a music major so our apartment had these really really good soundproof walls. I guess I’m gonna take some time to get used to the fact that they’re not the same here.” 

“No, no, don’t bother, it’s just...I guess my room is really close to the area where you had the music playing so it seemed extremely loud for me.” he purses his lips again, Mat didn’t want to look like these annoying neighbors who would only complain about anything, especially to the new girl in front of him.

How old was she? 20? 21 maybe? He wondered. In fact, he caught himself questioning a lot about her inside his mind, like what kind of chocolate she likes, if she was a heavy sleeper or if she would listen to something besides Bon Jovi.

“Yeah, I get that. I usually listen to loud rock music when I have a long day, it gets me calm again...don’t know about the magic these music have” 

“Nice way to handle the stress, I would probably skate around the ice until I felt like the ground and my feet were the same thing.” He does not know why, but all he wanted to do was keep talking to her.

“Healthy way to handle stress, I would do the same if I knew how to skate” she states, her friends said she couldn’t even walk properly without dropping or hitting something. Clumsy. 

“My friends used to say I’m a good teacher...”

“I guess I should take my own impressions then.”

They both smile at each other, the silence between them being nothing but comfortable. Y/n thought he had this kind of eyes that says a lot to you when there’s nothing left that the mouth could translate. 

“I should...get back to end my assignment for my class tomorrow…” she points behind her back and he nods.

“Good luck”

“You too, in your sleep I mean”

“Thank you…” he scratches his cheeks. “I didn’t get your name.”

She stretches her hand. “Y/n. And yours?” 

“Barzal, Mathew Barzal.” 

“It was nice to meet you, Barzal” the shook hands. 

“Good night, y/n.”

“Night, Barzal” 

…

They bump into each other somedays along the week, always exchanging more than the simple ‘good morning’, usually Mat would ask how was university and she would take the whole elevator ride with her long reply full of jokes. 

Next week, on a Friday night, that’s when Mathew finds himself in her door again. This time she wasn’t listening to Bon Jovi but Arctic Monkeys. So he grabbed a shirt and his car keys. 

“Hey, Barzal” it was not y/n who answers the door, that was probably Bridgit if he were correct witch he was not. 

“Hi...umm...Is y/n home?” maybe this time wasn’t her listening to rock out loud after a rough day, it could be any of her roommates...he felt stupid for some seconds. 

“Yeah, she’s the only human being in this house to handle rock music this loud. Are we bothering you?!” Mat shakes his head no “Thank God, so let me get her for you…” the blond smiles and turns back inside the house.

The music doesn’t stop even when y/n reaches the door. Her lips curled but the smiled didn’t reach her eyes if Mathew could guess right. 

“Hey, Barzal, I’m sorry, I’m going to turn down the volume...told you I would take some time to get used to the walls here.”

“No, no...I-I didn’t come to ask you to turn down the music, I was actually wondering if you wanted to walk around and talk since you told me that only listen to rock in this volume when you had a bad day.”

She pondered for a minute before grabbing her slippers and closing the door. Tonight she was wearing sweats and this groovy beige t-shirt, her hair falling around her shoulders into soft curls and a pair of glasses.

They walked to the elevator in silence and stayed this way until entering the car. 

“I may not be the funniest person tonight, sorry, my day was really really long…”

“It’s okay, we can talk about it if you want to or we can just listen to loud music together...if you don’t mind the company, of course”

“I don’t” she smiles small and reaches for the seat belt. 

Y/n looks for the radio this time while Mat starts driving. Mean It by Lauv starts playing and she chuckles.

“My music taste is not as sophisticated as yours, sorry” he glances her way and she shakes her head no.

“I like it, it’s okay”

“Oh, so you into pop music?” 

“I’m into almost every kind of music” she states simply. “What about you?” 

“I usually listen to pop and what comes next into these random Spotify playlists.”

“Can I follow your account?” she asks out of the blue and he smiles.

“Yeah, sure” Mat hands her his phone that has in the center console.

“I asked cause music says a lot about people, some aren’t too much into sharing it. I mean, I usually am very specific with my playlists so, yeah, not everyone has my username” she unlock her phone as well and opens the app.

“I never thought in that way…”

He keeps driving while the music rolls and y/n sits comfortably beside him.  

“Where are we going?” 

“There’s this really cool ice cream shop I like to go when I want to be alone…”

“Oh, you’re showing me your secret place” she smiles and he rolls his eyes jokingly. 

It was ten more minutes until Mathew park the car and undo his seat belt. 

“Sooo we’re here” he looks at her and her glasses are reflecting some of the lights from the shop in front of them. 

“Looks cozy,” y/n says simply.

“Take this” he reaches for the backseat and hands her a hoodie. 

She was overwhelmed with the day and Mat’s invitation sounded like a good way out so she ended up forgetting her sweatshirt. 

“Thank you.”

They walked in and y/n felt a little warmer at the place, the tables in the wall, the beige and brown color giving it some calm message while the colourfull decorations like the menu or the spoon holder told people it was an ice cream shop.

“Not only look but feels cozy” he smiles at her while they stop at the freezer, Mat going straight to the bubblegum flavor something that didn’t pass unnoticed by y/n. 

“I mean you got amazing flavors like chocolate, mint and even strawberry but you choose bubblegum?!” she furrows her brows and he shrugs holding back a laugh. 

“Did you at least give it a chance?” 

“No, thank you.” she shows him her tongue and goes to the spoon grabbing a handful of chocolate chip mint and another of peanut butter.”

“C’mon, you’ve got to be kidding me…”

“What?” she looks up at him knowing exactly what he’s talking about. 

“Peanut butter?! You don’t have the right to talk about bubblegum when you eat that...I didn’t even know it was a flavor” 

“Now you know” they walk past the cashier and Mats hangs the teenager a 20 dollar bill while smiling. 

They sitting side by side while y/n tells him about her day and eventually eats her ice cream, they get into a discussion about which flavor was the most “normal” one and end up exchanging some spoons and laughing about how silly that was. 

Mathew was able to talk about his own day too, while y/n gave him the space to speak and fell comfortable. 

“If you could choose some music to play now, what would be playing?” that was a way of asking if she felt better and she knew it, so she smiles. 

“Probably fallingforyou by the 1975” and she had this mysterious look in her face. Before Barzal could ask what’s the meaning of the song she’s speaking again, “what about you?” 

“What do you mean, Justin Bieber?!”

“There’s actually some meaning behind your choice of song or are you just trying to ask about the meaning of mine?” she uplifts her brows and he shrugs with a little smile in the corner of his lips.

“Have you heard my song choice at least?” he shakes his head no.

They keep talking about random things until their bodies ask for some rest. The way back home was with more talk while Mat showed her some pop music he had in his favorite playlist to drive to. 

Just when the car came to a stop y/n puts fallingforyou to play. Mat probably wouldn’t notice it was the song she told him about. That was the kind of music she would listen to after a moody day, she would be more relaxed and slightly happy. 

He undid his seat belt turned to look at her.

“Thank you for the night” 

“Anytime” he smiles “you sound more relaxed.”

“You’re sound correct” she undid her seat belt too and gives him a toothy smile. 

“I think we should do this more” Mat clicks the button to call the elevator and y/n nods with her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. 

As they walked in the corridor she could only think about how spending time with him was comforting and knowing about him was as fun as her dance playlist. Mathew seemed like the mix of all of her favorite tapes that she never ever gets tired of. 

“So...see you tomorrow?” 

“See you tomorrow, thank you for the talk and the ice cream.”

He leaned for a hug and she holds him by the neck breathing in his perfume. They stayed in the hug for more seconds than the socially considered normal before y/n let go, but Mat keeps the hold on her waist.

She appreciates his face this close and smiles, incapable of keeping her hands to herself and reaching for his cheekbones. 

“I wanna kiss you” he states simply holding her tight against his body. “Can I kiss you?” 

She smiles reaching for his neck again and pulling him into a kiss. His lips tasting like bubblegum, cold and soft against hers just like his hands were now in her waist. 

“You taste like my favorite ice cream flavor” he jokes pecking her lips again and y/n holds him closer.

“You sound like my favorite song.”

[missnxthingg]

Hi beautiful! You're amazing and I love what you write. Pls, continue what you're doing. 🖤 Can you do something for Peter, like him knowing he's gonna marry the reader since they first got together until they finally do it? I think it will be pretty cute. Thank uuuu!

Summary: Peter told his best friend, Ned, he’d marry the girl back when they started dating. Even though some things got in their way, they finally got where they always wanted.

A/N: I’m sorry I took a little while to get to your request but considering that I always take forever to get to your requests, this was actually okay. And I LOVED that I got a wedding request because tbh I’m in such a mood to write/read about it (send me your fic recs to read about it). I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did.

Also, I’ve been kind of bummed out that I haven’t got much feedback on my fanfics lately. An anon left me a pretty message and thank you for that one. I dedicate this one for you (idk if you’re also the one who requested this one haha).

Words: 5.5K (a biggie)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, a little angst, crying, mentions of death, Endgame spoilers (?, dude it’s been more than a year).

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MARRY ME

“Peter, I think you’re rushing into this.” Ned was helping Peter sat the table for their traditional movie night with a bunch of snacks. “You just met her and you’ve been dating for less than a month. You’re already inviting her to our movie nights.”

“Look, Ned. She’s cool and I really like her. You’re gonna like her too.”

“But this is our thing. Do you really think she’s gonna like sticking around us, watching Star Wars and eating extremely unhealthy food.” Ned showed some salty pretzels he just poured in a pot. When the doorbell rang, Peter rushed to the door.

“Just… be nice to her, okay?” He opened it and found you just standing there, the prettiest girl in the whole world - under his eyes. You were looking so cute wearing your jeans, a big hoodie that probably belonged to him and a slight blush on your cheeks, that only increased once Peter opened the door. He gave you the biggest and shiniest smile in the world, enough to warm her heart.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” You glanced down to your hands a big pink box. “I went to get some cupcakes in our favourite store in Manhattan and got a little late.”

“Totally worth it.” He cupped your cheeks and softly pressed his lips against yours with a foolish smile on his face. “Come in.” He gave you space to come in and took a good look around the room.

Peter’s apartment was cosy. You loved to hang out there because it was always so good and you loved it since the first time you even set foot inside it to meet his aunt and have dinner with them. Right now it was a little different because May wasn’t home and the whole living room was a mess, full of blankets, pillows and snacks. Ned was sitting in the corner making himself busy with salty pretzels.

“Hi, Ned.” You greeted with a smile and he smiled back.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Sorry, I’m late. I hope you like cupcakes because I brought many of them.” You opened the box and Ned’s eyes shinned.

“You brought blueberry lemon? It’s my favourite!” He grabbed one with such excitement, making you giggle.

“Pete told me which one you liked it. I brought everyone’s favourite.”

“Pinneaple cream.” Peter picked his cupcake and gave her a pick kiss on the cheek.

“Also May’s red velvet cupcakes and my chocolate ones.”

“You need to hang out with us much more.” Ned said, making you giggle even more and rest your box over the table. You pulled the pretzel pot over and sat on Peter’s lap, resting your head on his chest. He involved you two with a blanket, making you both comfortable.

“What are we watching today?” You asked and the boys shrugged.

“We usually spend a full hour looking for something new to watch, but we end up watching Star Wars again.”

“So let’s skip straight to Star Wars.” You said chugging a bunch of pretzels on your mouth.

“You like Star Wars?” Peter frowned and you chuckled.

“Babe, we’ve been dating for almost a month and you don’t know my favourite movie?”  His mouth fell slightly opened and Ned got excited, getting up to start the movie.

“So Star Wars it is!”

Peter couldn’t be happier than his girlfriend and his best friend were getting along. He loved to have you in his arms during the whole movie, just to feel you a little bit because you haven’t been this intimate in more than a week and he missed you. He loved when you and Ned started to argue about the movie and just rambled for some minutes and falling into laughter after a long discussion. It was a long night and they had a great time together.

“I have to leave now. My mom’s downstairs to take me home. But I had a good time with you guys today, I’m sorry for ruining the guy’s movie night.” “You’re invited to every single following one, (Y/N).” Ned said and Peter smiled to see that he changed his mind.

“Thank you, Ned. I left some cupcakes, and please don’t eat May’s.” You pleaded and they both nodded. “Good night boys, I’ll see you in school.”

“Nigh, (Y/N).” Ned said walking to the living room to give them some privacy.

“Good night, my love.” Peter said leaving one last kiss on her lips, making her smile widely. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will.” You waved at him and he waited until you disappeared from his sight to close the door. He returned to the living room with a stupid smile on his face, sitting next to Ned who was enjoying another cupcake. 

“Oh, I love her so much.” He mumbled looking up to the ceiling. “Ned, I’m gonna marry her someday.” “Dude, how can you be so sure?”

“Because if it isn’t her, I don’t want to get married at all. She’s my everything, she’s perfect.”

“Aren’t you rushing into things? The last time you went this fast it ended up with Liz Allen breaking your heart.”

“This time it’s different. She isn’t Liz Allen. She’s my angel and I’m gonna marry her someday.” Peter smiled own himself and thought about how much he loved that girl and how special she was to him. He wanted more than anything to be with her forever.

“She’s just a High School girlfriend, Peter. Those relationships never last.”

“Wow, Ned. Very nice, uhm? I thought you liked (Y/N).”

“I do like her, but I’m being realistic.”

“Well, I don’t know. I hope you’re not right. I love her so much it hurts.”

“Whatever. Let’s play Dungeons and Dragons.”

(...)

“Uhm, you smell good.” You mumbled against Peter’s neck. He smiled and pressed a kiss on top of your head. You were cuddling together on a small seat back in the school bus coming back from a field trip. You were holding onto Peter’s arm while your legs rested over his and you gently rested your head on the crook of his neck, with his resting on top of yours.

“You sound tired.” He mumbled and you nodded.

“I’m very tired. And starving.” You looked up to him and he pressed a small kiss against your lips.

“Why don’t we go over to my apartment? We can buy a couple of Delmar’s along the way and just cuddle for the rest of the day. Maybe you could sleepover…” He suggested, blushing slightly since he never invited you to a sleepover before.

“I’d loved that.” You rubbed circles on his face and gently kissed his lips again. Once you pulled away, you got your head back in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes to get a little nap since you were so comfortable that way.

You and Peter have been dating for several months now, you weren’t sure how many, but you knew it’s been a long time. And you were glad that you were finally growing into a more mature relationship and you were proud of what you’re becoming. You couldn’t wait to see where you were going next and it was exciting.

You were almost snoring with Peter’s arms involving you into a comforting hug and slightly rocking you, but you felt his arms tense up and you shot your eyes open to look at him. Peter was staring outside the window with a worried expression and you sat straight to meet what he was looking at. A giant circle was flying over New York and you could feel he knew something was wrong.

“I guess we’re not doing Delmar’s and sleepovers tonight.”

“I am so sorry, baby.” He kissed your lips and you nodded.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded, turning around to see Ned sitting next to MJ, who was too distracted reading a book.

“Ned, I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter pointed his head to the circle and Ned’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE, THERE’S A SPACESHIP…” Ned ran for the back of the bus making everyone follow him to see what was going on. Peter gave you one last look while putting his web-shooters on and opened the window before grinning to you with concern.

“I love you.” He said and your heart ached because something about it seemed wrong.

“I love you too.” He shot the window and got out of it, disappearing in the New York skyline. You leaned against the window and watched him go again with a sharp pain in your chest.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Ned mumbled standing next to you in the hallway and you nodded, too worried to say anything. He sat next to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “You could stay in my apartment for a movie night until he gets back. We can watch Star Wars.”

“That would be great, thank you. I could use a distraction.”

“He’s amazing and you know that. He’s gonna be back home in time to join us for the movie.”

But he wasn’t and you were starting to get concerned. You managed to get quickly to Ned’s apartment and not get any harm. You parents were still at work and stuck there, so they were glad you were with someone to make you company. He tried to cheer you up, even made snacks and got a new Lego for you to build, but you were too worried about Peter. 

You sat down and watched the chaos on TV and there was even footage of Spider-Man, Iron Man and some other heroes fighting bad guys and it made your heartache to see your boyfriend in such dangerous situation. So you cried over a pot of ice cream offered by Ned and just rambled on to him about every concern you had until he managed to make you calm down with funny movies and some snacks.

“We ran out of salty pretzels.” You said once you realized it was all gone.

“I have chocolate pretzels if you want it.” He suggested and you nodded.

“Pretty please.” He chuckled and went to get some in the kitchen. You kept on watching the movie until you heard a shattering glass sound as if he dropped the bowl on the floor. “Ned, are you okay?” You stood up and went to find him in the kitchen, meeting nothing but a broken bowl, chocolate pretzels all over the place and a pile of dust lying next to it. “Oh, God.”

You tried to reach for your phone but it fell from your hand as you watched it turning to dust. Your eyes widened and even though you wanted to scream or say something, you couldn’t. All your mind was thinking of was Peter and all you could do was pray that he was okay. And suddenly you were gone.

(...)

When you woke up you felt a little dizzy. Your vision was blurry and you could throw up right there if you had anything on your stomach. You head was in such a huge pain and your muscles were all tensed up. You were very confused and you just lied until your vision was okay again and you could sit up, finding a very strange place. An adult woman was standing in the living room with a shocked face, a glass up water broken on the floor. You frowned, trying to recognize that woman or the place you were, which were not unfamiliar. This was Ned’s house.

And then you remembered everything. The field trip, Peter, being in Ned’s apartment and turning into dust. Your eyes widened and you stirred in your heels to look around the room, finding Ned sitting on the floor, rubbing his eyes, just confused as you. Nobody dared to say a word until Ned himself said.

“Holy shit!” He cursed and shot up quickly. “Mom?”

“Ned! I thought you were dead.” The woman ran across you and hugged her son tightly, sprinkling kisses across his face.

“What happened?” He asked and the woman was soaked in tears.

“They called it The Snap, at least that’s what the Avengers told us when they came back. And half of the population of the universe turned into dust, including you and your father. I was the only one left.”

“(Y/N).” Ned said and got off his mom’s embrace to meet you in the living room, pulling you into a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

“I guess so. I’m a little dizzy, though.”

“I’m gonna get you something to eat and some medicine to take.” The woman said and you followed Ned the living room, where he changed channels to the news one, showing that everyone was back. You sat there, trying to process the whole thing and trying to remember what happened until you remembered the most important thing.

“Peter…” You whispered and looked at Ned. “Where’s Peter, is he okay?” He shrugged a little hesitant and his mother came back with two sandwiches.

“Peter died with you all when it happened. But since you two came back, maybe he’s back too.” She said and you nodded, taking the sandwich.

“Thank, Mrs Leeds. But I should go home, my mom must be looking for me.” You said and she nodded. “Ned, if you hear anything from Peter, call me.”

“I’m sure he’s gonna get to you first.”

“Don’t care, bye!” You ran out of the apartment and quickly walked to your own, which wasn’t so far away from Ned’s.

The street was chaos, people appearing out of nowhere and reuniting with their loved ones, it was almost getting in your way home. You ran on the streets, trying to get there as quick as possible, even though you were eating a sandwich and your head was hurting a lot. Your mom and dad were standing in front of your building and you ran for their embrace.

“Sweetheart, you’re okay!” Your dad said, pulling you tightly into a hug.

“I am, dad.” You said hugging them ever tighter. “What happened to you guys?”

“We stayed alive, you were the only one who was snapped and we were… devastated.” Your mom started to say and she was crying more than anything right now. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“What about Peter? And May?”

“They both snapped sweetie.” Your father said and you were lost in tears. “But I’m sure they are fine now, just like you are.”

“God, I’m praying for them to be.” You said and your mom nodded.

“Let’s get you upstairs, you look horrible, we’ll take care of you.” 

Thank God your father was a doctor and had everything you need to be okay. He got you an IV access for serum and medicine, lied you down in your bed and had your mom making you something to eat.

“I want burgers. I’m so hungry.” You said and she smiled nodding.

“I’m gonna make as much as you want them. I’m not sure if they are delivering food today.” Your mother winked and you chuckled. 

Right after she came back with two burgers, they just filled you in with everything. Five years had gone by and half of the universe was wiped from existence and they even had a funeral for you, a small one since there weren’t many people left, but they never got the courage to pack all your stuff and give it away. Your mom was three months pregnant because, after years of mourning for you, they decided they needed to try having kids again and now you were gonna have a sibling. And they told about the battle and the day Steve Rogers came to television to clear everything up for everyone. You found out that now your parents knew about him being Spider-Man, that they met Tony Stark because he visited them to meet the family of Peter’s gorgeous girlfriend and he made them swear they wouldn’t give Peter’s secret away. Oh, you missed him so much and you wish he was there so you could take care of each other.

After a long night catching up on each other’s life, your parent’s decided you needed some sleep because even though you were gone for five years, you must be tired, so they removed your IV and left the room. You tried to phone May, but she wasn’t getting your calls, neither was Peter and you started to worry. That’s why you didn’t sleep at all when your parents left, you stood wide awake, worried about your boyfriend and trying to reach him somehow. You gave up when tiredness started to hit you and it was almost four in the morning, you needed some sleep. That’s was when you closed your eyes and seconds after it, you heard a noise on your fire escape.

Spider-Mans suit was much different from the last time you saw it, since before it was much more subtle and now it is an iron suit, just like Iron Man’s. Peter looked just the same from the last time you saw him, except that he had many bruises and dry blood all over his face. He looked tired and hurt, but especially sad, with tears in his eyes. You stood up in a heartbeat and ran for his arms without even saying a word. Peter relaxed one you held him and it felt like the whole world’s weight left his shoulders.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here.” You whispered in his ear and he gasped. “I thought I had lost you.”

“Me too.” He leaned back and cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb and taking in every detail of your face. He kissed you and it was… magical. So needy and the only thing that mattered right at that moment. Peter leaned against the wall and pulled you by the waist. He pressed a button to contract his suit so he could feel your skin, making him moan in your lips. “Baby, you have no idea what happened.”

“You can tell me about everything. Just let it all go.” You rubbed his back and he started to cry even harder.

“Tony died. He died saving all of us.” He started to sob and you pulled him into a tight hug. “He died right in front of me and I did… nothing.”

“I’m so sorry Pete.” You could feel his pain exhaling to your body and you wanted it more than ever to go away.

“All I could think about was you, from the second I came back. I fought for you, to get back to you.” He moved some strays of hair from your face and kissed you again, with much more intensity. “Marry me.” He whispered against your lips.

“What?” You were drunk in his kisses and he kept them happening.

“Marry me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He whispered again between kisses and you broke them off.

“Peter, we’re still in High School.”

“I don’t care, I just wanna be with you for the rest of my life.” He said it again, initiating another kiss. “All of this only made it more clear, that you’re the love of my life and the universe gave us a second chance to be together and I don’t wanna waste even one second of it. I wanna be with you forever because if it isn’t you, there’s no point at all. I wanna marry you, (Y/N). And I’ve never been so sure of everything before in my life.”

“Then marry me, Peter Parker.” You smiled and pulled him into another kiss. “But can we at least wait until we graduate?” He nodded with a small grin on his face.

“We don’t need to rush. I’ll just keep asking you every day until the wedding.” You laughed and pulled him to bed.

“What about May? Is she okay?”

“Yes. She’s in the hospital, a little dehydrated. Uhm, we lost the apartment and we don’t have a place to stay right now, so I guess she’s fine there. I’ll just crash at the Stark Tower in Manhattan.”

“Hell no! We haven’t seen each other in five years and we just got engaged. You’re gonna stay here and I’ll get you something to eat and take care of you.” He smiled softly and you left the room to get some things to take care of him.

Eventually, your parents woke up and your father took care of Peter’s wounds and got him an IV just like yours. You all filled in each other’s lives and now everyone knew what had happened during this time you were gone. Peter got so happy when he heard that your mom was pregnant and he was happy that at least in your life everything was okay. He didn’t know how he’d recover from this, but he knew there would always be someone to help.

“Oh, Peter. We have a spare bedroom that soon is gonna turn into a baby’s room. But there’s still furniture left in there and we can keep it that way for some more months. Why don’t you and May stay with us until you find somewhere to stay.”

“That would be great.” He smiled and nodded. “I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“Not at all! You’re family Pete.” Your mother caressed his face just like you do. “I guess you’re gonna need some rest. No funny business you two, but you can share the bed tonight.”

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

“Good night, kids.”

“Good night.” They mumbled watching them closing the door. 

“Feeling better?” You asked and he nodded, pulling you closer to lie with him.

“I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a kiss on his nose and turned around to be spooned.

“Good night, future wifey.”

“Good night, future hubby.”

(...)

You wanted more than anything to just shut your computer down and do something else to relax, but exams were close and you needed to study harder than ever. You knew college wasn’t easy, but you didn’t know it was that hard. After many years of struggling with the end of semesters and many essays to do, now you had your apartment instead of living in a small dormitory on campus. Taking care of it and having to deal with college stuff was hard, but that was just being a grown-up.

First, it was easy because you shared the apartment with your boyfriend Peter. You decided to move in together since you were in Harvard, he was in the MIT and maybe moving in together would make you guys see each other more often, which was a big lie. Peter stopped doing his Spider-Man duties when he wasn’t in New York, but still was working on Stark Industries inside the MIT and it was consuming most of his time, so he was never home.

After a while fighting tiredness, it finally won and you decided to stop studying to lie in front of the TV, maybe drink some alcoholic drink and order pizza because you were too tired to do anything other than procrastinating. You missed Peter more than you could express and you wish he was there to lie with you and just watch a full season of Parks and Recreation with you and doing silly Ben Wyatt impressions just because he knew you liked it. But the door never opened and he never came back home.

“Hi, darling. I’m so sorry I’m late.” Peter entered the apartment holding a big pizza box. “I ran into the pizza guy when I got here and got it for you.”

“Uhm, my hero.” You opened your arms to hug him and he pulled you up into a koala hug, one you very much appreciated. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” He kissed her temple and she leaned back to analyze his face, grinning. “What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, baby. You’re beautiful too.” He kissed her again and settled her back in the couch. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Uhm, not really. Kind of tiring, I spent the whole day studying. And you?”

“Well, I’m not exactly thrilled today.” He said and leaned back into the couch, taking you with him.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“It’s Tony’s death anniversary.” You nodded, knowing how hard this was for him.

“Oh. It’s okay, I got you.” You said and he smiled weakly.

“I don’t know. I just spent the whole day working and suddenly that whole day couldn’t get out of my head. I know it’s been years, but I remembered every detail of it, the battle, seeing him dying in front of my eyes. And then I remembered coming back to you.”

“The night we…”

“The night we got engaged.” He finished your sentence and you nodded. “I’m just kind of bummed that I keep asking you to be my wife over the years, but we were too young, and then we didn’t have money. But now I have a job, we’re almost out of college and I think we’re old enough to get married now.”

“Babe does this means…”

“I want us to finally get married.” He said and you widened your eyes.

“Oh my God, are you sure?”

“Yes! But I want to do this right, you know… Buy you an engagement ring, find a new place for us in New York, get that big wedding we’ve always wanted.” He said and you nodded excitedly.

“Are we really doing this?” You asked and he nodded with a big smile on his face.

“Only if you want to.”

“Of course! I want this more than anything in the world.” You jumped into his arms and kissed him hungrily. “Ugh, I love you so much. You sure know how to make my day.”

“I love you too, bubs.”

(...)

“Hey, everyone’s waiting for you. Are you ready?” MJ knocked softly on the door and found you checking yourself out in the big mirror in your room.

“I don’t know. Do I look alright?” You turned to check the back of the dress and MJ smiled.

“You look amazing, as always.” She chuckled and you smiled at her. “So I think you’re ready.”

“I think I am.” You were shaking and nervous, which MJ noticed and rested a hand on your arm to calm you down.

“Your father is waiting for you.” She left after she said those words and you glanced at yourself in the mirror to breath deeply one last time.

“Let’s do this.” You whispered to yourself and walked out of that room, nervous as fuck. Your dad was fixing his tie by the time you got there. 

“Oh my God, sweetheart. You look… stunning.” His eyes watered once he saw you. “I loved the dress.”

“Thank you, dad.” You smiled at him and gave him a big hug. “Do you think Peter’s gonna like it?”

“He would like it even if it was the worst dress in the world. The only thing that matters to him is the girl wearing it.”

“So, you’re not giving me a ‘don’t get married’ speech like every father?”

“No.” He smiled tenderly and kissed the top of your head. “I trust Peter and I trust you. And you belong together.”

“Thank you, dad. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You entwined your arms and the music started to play. Making your heart beat faster and you swear you could just throw up right there.

You and Peter decided to have a wedding over the Starks lake house once Pepper offered you the place the day you both visited her and told her the good news. You were both thrilled to have an outdoor wedding facing a pretty lake. It was the perfect place to make everything official and you couldn’t be happier.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You said and they opened the front door so you could step out in the porch and meet everyone waiting for you.

Peter was waiting down the aisle and his eyes watered to see you wearing a wedding dress and he was the lucky guy you were getting married to. He just couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get the girl of his dreams. You cried too, he looked to beautiful as well and it was like everything around you disappeared when you were both in the room and that was all you needed. Your dad shook his hand and walked to join your mom in the front row. Peter smile was bigger than you’ve ever seen before. He leaned in and kissed your forehead before pulling you to the small stage. 

You got to finally take a good look at the crowd. Lots of superheroes and their families, some friends you made over the years, a few families, including your mom and dad sitting next to May, Morgan and Pepper. Your best friends were also sitting in the front, always giving you the biggest support. You smiled to see everyone there, in the most important moment of your life. The ceremony started and the minister got to say a few words before you could start your vows.

“(Y/N), my pretty girl. I don’t think you remember this, but years ago, back when we started dating, I invited you over to my apartment for a movie night with me and Ned. You brought cupcakes and watched Star Wars with her. We already knew you were the coolest person in the world and that we had a great time that night. But there’s one thing you don’t know. That was the night I first said that I was going to marry you someday, and I kept that promise. We got engaged when we were only 17 and I kept asking you to be my wifey over the many years that followed. Thank God we finally got here.” He was holding your hands and looking directly in your eyes, that were watering with every word he was saying. “I had long nights awake thinking about what to say to you when we started to plan the wedding and to be honest, I still don’t know what to say. “ You all chuckled, but you squeezed his hands to comfort him. “I guess I just wanted you to know that you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world and that I love you more than life itself. It’s been years since I first said I wanted to marry you and nothing ever changed. I love you with every cell of my body and I will love you through all eternity.”

“You dummy.” You chuckled and he took a deep breath.

“Life tried to tear us apart and when we finally got a second chance after the snap… I just knew it was meant to be and I’m really glad we’re doing this today. I vow to always take care of you, just like you have taken care of me through all these years. And I promise to try making you happy every day and to always be by your side when you need me. I love you, wifey.” You mouthed an ‘I love you’ back and he smiled.

“(Y/N), your vows…”

“Pete. I don’t even know where to start. Okay, let’s just start with our first date. We were so raw and we talked about a lot of intimate stuff on the first time we went out and I just knew I trusted you with all my heart and you trusted me back. You told me you wanted to start a family of your own someday because you wanted to make a kid have a good life with their parents like you never had. I was already so head over heels for you that in already knew I wanted to be the person you created your family with.” He was crying much more than you were at that moment. “I thought I had lost you many years ago and thank God we got a second chance because I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you and our little family. I love you since that one, and I love our story, how we got here and the battles we fought together. They are just as important to me as you are. And I’ll love you until my last breath, just like I did some years ago, and just like I will when the time comes. I’ll love you through all eternity, hubby.”

“Peter, do you accept (Y/N) as your wife?” 

“I do.” He said looking you in the eyes and you couldn’t be happier.

“(Y/N), do you take Peter as your husband?”

“I do.” You repeated his words and if he could, Peter would have just kissed you right there. You slipped your rings in each other’s fingers and kissed your hands.

“I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Peter took you in his arms and kissed you as he had never done before, and to be honest, it was the first time you kissed as a married couple. You were over the clouds and proud to be right there with him, you couldn’t be happier after all those years trying to get to that place. It was the perfect timing and meant to be.

“I love you, hubby.”

“I love you, wifey.” 

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Rhythms & Blues

        Everyone may have heard of a music genre called R&B (Rhythms & Blues), but many people don't know where R&B came from. With more melodies and rhythms founded, R&B is a music genre that focuses on the lyrics, the genre of love, and playing with the right rhythm. The music is a little brighter, but still not as bright as Pop. The musical instruments are not limited in style but often use a little sound effect. R&B originated in the '40s. It evolved from the Blues that black people sang in churches to release the suffering caused by the abuse and persecution of white people. Blues music has another meaning: sorrow, depression. Therefore, Blues has mostly sad rhymes and melodies, or sounds like a singing of the prayer in a church to seek blessings from the Lord (Gospel) itself. The R&B genre is a mix of African-American music from Pop, Jazz, and Blues. As the times change, more and more R&B music has evolved and mixed with other genres. Since the 90s, R&B music has infiltrated more and more music genres to become another genre. One example is that R&B can go along with Pop music which introduce many R&B stars such as, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Jennifer Lopez, Celine Dion, Beyonce, Brian McKnight, Chris Brown, and more. It can also mix with Hip-hop music as well which appears in Afrobeat’s work. In addition to Pop and Hip-hop, artists like Davido and Wizkid blend R&B and local melodies to the mainstream.

        R&B music is a music genre that can reach audiences with a wide range of rhythm, catchy content, reflecting stories. Therefore, it is the music that no matter how much the times change, R&B is a song that people still listen to.

 The famous artists and their works.

1. Beyonce

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles, also known as Beyonce, became famous in the 1990s as a key member of destiny's child, the all-female R&B band of that era. In June 2003, during the suspension of Destiny's Child, she released her first solo artist with “Dangerously in Love” album. It was one of the most successful albums of that year. The album was a huge success in both sales and criticism, leading to a hit song such as “Crazy in love”. Later, Destiny's Child officially decided to disband. and she continued to work on music as a solo artist.

The examples of famous songs by Beyonce.

1. “Crazy in love” (2003) is a song that truly suitable for lovers because the content of the song says "Got me looking so crazy right now, your loves" which indicates how much you love someone until you are crazy about him and hope that he only calls your name.

2. “Listen” (2007) is a song that wants to convey other person to listen her voice and dream. Since, she has always followed others in the past but it's time for others to listen to her voice, her desire, and her dream.

2. Whitney Houston

Whitney Elizabeth Houston is an American singer, actress, and filmmaker. She is named the most awarded female artist of all time by the Guinness World Records.  She is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, with approximately 200 million records worldwide.  She is also an influencer for many African American female artists.

The examples of famous songs by Whitney Houston.

1. “I will always love you” (1992) is a song that wants to say goodbye painfully and deeply. The lyrics present a true love that we unable to stop loving even though we are far apart unless we discover later that the person we love is not what we think.

2. “I have nothing” (1993) is a song about deep and confusing love that arises between lovers due to the different feelings of women and men when it comes to their bond with their lover.

3. Mariah Carey

         Mariah Carey is an American singer, songwriter, music producer and actress. She made her debut in 1990 under the direction of Columbia Records executive Tommy Mottola. She became the first artist to have the first 5 singles hit the 1st chart on the Billboard Hot 100. She has a lot of hit songs, making her the best-selling artist in Columbia. According to Billboard magazine, she was the most successful artist of the 1990s in the United States.

The examples of famous songs by Mariah Carey.

1. “Hero” (1993) is a song that wants to convey to the audience that loving yourself is the most important thing.

2. “We belong together” (2005) is a song that reminds many couples very well. This song teaches you how powerful words are, no matter how much you do well or be honest with love. Speaking without thinking, it can ruin a relationship.

4. Jennifer Lopez

Jennifer Lynn Lopez is an American singer-actress. The owner of many famous songs whose past albums have sold more than 80 million copies worldwide and the movies that reach $ 2 billion.

The examples of famous songs by Jennifer Lopez.

1. “If you had my love” (1999), the lyrics are about the beginning of a new relationship with Jennifer Lopez during her confrontation with her crush.

2. “All I have” (2002) is a song that interacts between women and men., In this song, the woman is the one who breaks up and the man does not want to believe that she really leaves him. So, he tries to hold back but it is impossible to be the same. This song is a soothing melody but it expresses the pain of a man.

5. Brian McKnight

Brian McKnight is a talented artist with a wide range of singing and performance and he can play the music that ever nominated for a Grammy.

The examples of famous songs by Brian McKnight.

1. “One last cry (1993)”, the lyrics present to the people who are upset or disappointed about love, feel sorry, and want to cry. It will be the last time and don't let the same person come back to hurt us again. Tomorrow will start over, you have to tell yourself that you will have a new life and new things are waiting for you. When our thoughts and ourselves are good, we are always attracted to the good things, smiling brightly and strongly open for the something good coming in.

2. “Back at one” (1999), the lyrics present the good love that a man has for the woman he loves if he is like a bird perched on a branch and never afraid that the branches will break and fall because he believed in his own wing power.

6. Ne-Yo

Shaffer Chimere Smith, better known as Ne-Yo, is an R&B singer, songwriter, music producer, and American actor. He is famous for composing music when he composed Mario's “Let me love you”. This success leads Ne-Yo to meet with the head of Def Jam and sign a contract.

The examples of famous songs by Ne-Yo.

1. “So sick” (2006), the lyrics present that to forget about the old love are often very hard thing for many people, only time that can heal and that memory will be forgotten someday, but until then, those will always be the things that bother you to think about the past we did with an old lover.

2. “Miss Independent” (2008) is a song that wants to present that if you meet a woman and you are very interested in her, you will be able to observe her personality traits and capture her strengths and compose stories about why you like her.

7. Alicia Keys

Alicia J. Augello-Cook is an American R&B singer which sold more than 20 million copies worldwide from her first album in 2001 until 2007. The first album, “Songs in A Minor”, featured the hit song ‘Fallin’, selling more than 10 million copies worldwide and earn her 5 Grammy Awards. (Including the grand prize: Best New Artist and Best R&B Album).

The examples of famous songs by Alicia Keys.

1. “You don't know my name” (2003) is a song that presents the insanity of love on one side because he did not even know her name. She really liked him and felt that he had possessed her mind.

2. “If I ain't got you” (2004) is a love song that presents an interesting worldview philosophy. Fame, honor, and money, they do not important and are just illusions when compared with to be loved by someone.

8. John Legend

John Legend, real name John Stephens. He is an all-around R&B, soul, hip-hop artist with a wide range of singing, playing, composing, arranging, and producing music. His first album won 3 Grammy Awards 2006, 3 Soul Train Awards 2006, and 1 BET Award 2005. Britney Jean Spears, The Black Eyed Peas, Jay-Z, and more.

The examples of famous songs by John Legend.

1. “Used to love you” (2004) is a sad song that comes from the breakup. She was gone and took all the memories from him but he still remembered the moment when he first met her which make him sad when she left. Although he hates her a lot, he used to love her a lot too.

2. “All of me” (2008), the lyrics represent if you really love someone, you have to give your heart to him wholeheartedly and you need to accept him as he is no matter what it is good or bad. Then, you will be happy and you will never have to regret that later "Why are you like this or Why are you like that? " because you are willing and can accept anything that he can be.

9. Jeff Bernat

Jeff Bernat is an American-Filipino singer, songwriter, and producer. The owner of the super romantic song 'Call You Mine' has been selected to accompany the popular Korean series 'You Are My Destiny' and has a lot of Korean fans. Since he released his first full album, “The Gentleman Approach” in 2012, the 29-year-old Jeff Bernat has been on the constantly watch with subsequent albums such as “Modern Renaissance” (2013), “In the Meantime” (2016), and “Afterwards” (2017).

The examples of famous songs by Jeff Bernat.

1. “Just vibe” (2011) is a song for the fanatic. It represents to someone convey a woman who treats him equally as everyone else. Even if you are higher than him and tell her that he likes what she does, but actually likes everything that is her.

2. “Call you mine” (2019), also known as The Gentlemen approach, means approaching a woman like a gentleman. It is a song that has a good meaning and suitable for giving to someone special. The best sentence of this song is "Can I call you mine?".

10. The Weeknd

Abel Tesfaye, known as The Weeknd, is a Canadian singer, songwriter, and music producer. In late 2010, he uploads the song to YouTube by the unknown name, The Weeknd. he released several mixtapes, and each set contains nine songs throughout 2011, including the highly acclaimed House of Balloons, Thursday, and Echoes of Silence.

The examples of famous songs by The Weeknd.

1. “Heartless” (2019) is a fun song that hides the gloom of a man who blames himself for being heartless to love one another. In which the heart deeply, he wants to have good love but living a fun life, spending money, mingling with other people, is the one that makes life go around like this.

2. “Blinding lights” (2020), a melancholy song of desperate people who leave their ex-lover. The inaction of that ex-lover made the atmosphere worse and helpless. Delivering is the only chance for that person to return, and it is the thing to heal from this despair.

11. Ben Chalatit

Ben Chalatit enjoys music from his passion and attendance at the School of Music. He joins the first music group with friends under the name, Monotone. In the style of self-composed music and become indie music that is very popular at that time. And the famous songwriter, Boyd Kosiyabong, pull him into the work. He has made many famous songs such as the people below, the score of life, ouch ouch, and many more. This is evidenced by the various artist awards that he has received.

The examples of famous songs by Ben Chalatit.

1. “Hold back” (2014) is the theme song for the 2014 TV series Sai-Si Phaeng. It mixes with emotions, squeezing a little talk about the time when you lost your lover and want to hold it as long as possible. A moment of just a second would be invaluable if he would be with us.

2. “All My Heart” (2015) is a theme song, Kao Bodin drama, starring James Mar and Matt Peeranee. It is a slow-fusion-pop-style song with the sound of Thai music and tells of loving someone with all their love. This song also earns him the 30th Golden Television Award for outstanding drama song.

12. Lydia Sarunrat

The princess of the R&B of the Thai music industry. She is a gorgeous singer, Lydia Sarunrat, with a clear and unique voice. It makes her famous since her first release, such as I am free, please call me back. And there are always new songs coming out. Later, she returns to the sumo mask singer show and won “The Mask Singer Season 2”.

The examples of famous songs by Lydia Sarunrat.

1. “I'm free, please call me back” (2005) is a sad song content. Because he calls her lover but he does not answer the phone and does not call back. There is a hint in the song saying, "are you really busy or there are other people”.

2. “Just make eye contact” (2018) is a sweet love song. It composes of a period drama, Buppesanniwat. The content of this song is rather sweet. Because it wants to convey that the eyes are the windows of the heart.

        The examples of artists and their works. The author thinks that the reader may know or listen to some of their songs. The artists illustrated are quite famous for their outstanding works. If you have not listened to their music, I suggest you give it a try and I believe that you will be fascinated by their work.

        In conclusion, R&B (Rhythms and Blues) music is a genre that can listen to over and over. It can make you feel relax. But if you know the content of the song, some songs can also have content that can hurt, bruise or cry. Nowadays, R&B music is mix with a wide variety of other genres. This genre of music is therefore widely known. This has resulted in many emerging artists making R&B music or mixing R&B music as well.

[cafedanslanuit]

You get me || Jumin x MC x Zen

genre; drama

pairings; Jumin x MC x Zen

summary; What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

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Zen was a great boyfriend. He really was.

It had started pretty great. After the RFA party, they had officially started dating and it had been like living out a fairytale. Classic dinner-and-a-movie dates, long motorcycle rides that ended up in a beautiful place they could talk endlessly, and a new bouquet of flowers every chance he got.

Zen was tender, someone who would hold her until she fell asleep on bad days and that would wake her up with a kiss and her favourite breakfast. He would make time for her and that meant a lot considering his crazy schedule. Rehearsals did take a lot of his time. 

It was so easy to make him happy. It was almost like she didn’t have to do anything. A smile would make his heart flutter like she had just sung him the most romantic sonnets. Holding his hand in public made him gush in excitement and kissing him would send him to the edge.

It was a high she hoped would last forever. They didn’t agree on everything but she managed to calm him down. When he got in fights with Jumin, she would make him focus on something else, even though most of the time she agreed with the corporate guy. Even though she admired what Zen had to go through to make himself known and get roles, she knew that effort and talent didn’t always cut it for millions of people who had to settle with office jobs to pay the rent. She knew it wasn’t right and she wished it was different, but it was the reality everyone lived in. Sometimes she wished Zen would understand that.

But he didn’t. So after making him stop fighting with Jumin, the argument would sometimes end up between them both. And lately, it had been taking a toll for her.

As she typed the document that had been solicited, she couldn’t help but wonder maybe it was something that she was doing. Maybe she had to take his side. Maybe she should start thinking more like him and dare to dream a little, If she did that, then there was a chance she would stop feeling so unhappy like she did.

“Everything good, MC?”

She looked up, eyes meeting dark ones that looked down at hers.

“Yes, Mr. Han” MC nodded, smiling softly.

“It still sounds… strange to have you talk to me like that” he admitted.

“You know my train of thought, in here you’re Mr. Han, outside you’re Jumin. I don’t really want people gossiping about me landing this job because of favoritism”.

“I don’t know why you would bother with such nonsense, but you may have your way. If you need any help, please contact Assistant Kang. She should help with any trouble you may find”.

“Thank you, but I’m really fine, I just need to…” she typed a few more digits and then slapped her desk, beaming a smile. “There it is. Done!”

Jumin raised his eyebrows and made a beeline to stand next to her. He looked at the screen with her, as she crossed her arms, smiling pleasantly. 

“Told you I didn’t get this job just ‘cause I was pretty”

“And you didn’t ask for Assistant Kang?” he asked. She shook her head.

“She’s already too busy. Also, I did tell you I had a major in Accounting. Haven’t worked in the field in ages but I still remember. It helps that I’m a fast learner too”

“It does” Jumin agreed “Well done, MC.”

MC’s smile grew even wider.

“Thank you, Mr. Han” she teased him. He lifted one of the corners of his mouth and walked away.

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“Why do you have to go out tonight?” Zen complained, pouting just a little bit. MC couldn’t deny he looked really adorable like that. She would have caved and run to his arms if it were a different situation.

“It’s an official C&R event, you know I have to be there” she stated, fixing the straps on her high heels. Her boyfriend looked at her from his position, laying on the bed, watching her get ready.

“See, you don’t have to. Jaehee isn’t going, she told me earlier” he argued.

“Okay, okay I don’t have to be there” MC admitted “but I want to. I really want to go because it’s important for me to socialize with my immediate boss and my coworkers, you know? I want to get better and making connections is part of it” she explained, turning around in front of the mirror to check if her black dress was put on correctly.

“Making connections” he repeated, making the quotation marks with his fingers. “You’re sounding like that Trust-Fund kid more and more with each day,” Zen said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon princess. Stay tonight, we can watch a movie and order anything you want”.

MC sprayed some perfume on your neck and wrists.

“I really can’t, babe” she apologized. “You know it matters to me, it’s my dream to--” “That’s not a dream” Zen countered. “That’s a job”.

Not this again.

“But it is my dream. I went to college, I studied all those years to land in a good company. I never thought I would get the chance to work at C&R at my age and I know it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for Jumin and---” Zen buffed. “Yes Zen, it was because of Jumin so I have to prove to him and everyone in my area I didn’t land the job just because I’m friends with the CEO’s son”.

“Of course, with all the money he has, it’s easy to pick out who goes in and out, to have control of everything and--”

“Oh my God, SHUT UP!”

Both of them looked at each other, surprised. MC had never reacted like that, had never raised her voice or been mean to him.

“I’m sorry” she immediately said. “I’m sorry, Hyun I’m-- I just really need you to get over this problem you have with Jumin. Yes, he was born in a different circumstance than you or me, he doesn’t have huge loans like I do and he didn’t have to start from nothing like you but he is actually a nice person. Including me in C&R was a nice gesture from him. The RFA party was a success, yes, but you and me both know it wasn’t enough to land me in his company. So please, just-- try to understand it is my dream to get bigger at that company. And he was kind enough to help me with it”. MC stumbled at her words but really tried to make him understand. 

Zen didn’t say a word, just stretched a little on the bed, and picked up his laptop. The silence was killing MC, not knowing what his reaction would be. Maybe she should stay. Yes, there would be more parties and she would have more chances to socialize. After what just had happened, the best was to stay home.

“I really wish you find out soon what your real dream is, princess. You deserve it” he murmured, turning it on and looking at the screen.

MC looked at him in disbelief. She looked one last time at herself in the mirror and left the apartment, not saying another word.

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She really wanted to shake the feeling of the last argument she had with Zen. Most of all, because she couldn’t bear the idea of her own boyfriend not understanding her dream was really working at a top company and being good at what she does. 

The party was really luxurious. It was in a country club, the main event happening under a huge tent perfectly decorated, although you could go outside for a stroll, as she had seen some people do when she first arrived. Everyone was dressed in high fashion, she noticed, looking at two women carrying Gucci handbags. She sighed, wishing someday she would pay off her loans and invest a little on her wardrobe. It was a necessity for situations like this. Fortunately, she had found her black dress on the back of the store on a discount. She would have to refrain to buy coffee or any snack she wanted for the next month, but so be it.

The fight with her boyfriend had resonated with her so much she didn’t end up talking with other coworkers of making connections like she intended to. MC had been too much inside her head to actually try and socialize. She would have stayed home if Zen hadn’t said that about finding her real dream. Why would he say that when he has heard multiple times it is what she really wants? If she could understand his wishes of being an actor, a serious one, why was it so hard to accept some people want to be a great accountant and have an office all to herself?

She sighed, twirling the glass of wine in front of her.

“It’s going to oxidize if you keep twirling it like that” Jumin warned. MC gasped, surprised. She turned and realized he was standing next to her.

“I had my mind elsewhere” she replied, emptying her glass.

“I can see that” he replied, nodding. “Is everything okay? The planner we hire usually does things well, but maybe she could pick up a few tips from you if you notice something is off”.

MC couldn’t help but blush at the comment.

“Oh, no, please. This is way fancier than RFA parties. And this event is just great, I really like it’s outside. The fountain is lovely” she said, looking at the entrance of the tent. A waiter came by and she left her empty glass on his tray. “I didn’t think you would suggest this place. I thought it would be at a hotel reception or something”.

“Actually, it was the planner’s idea. I thought it was fine, but I haven’t seen the fountain you are telling me about” he admitted. MC opened her eyes, surprised.

“You haven’t? C’mon,  you have to” she said and laced her arm around Jumin’s, guiding him outside the tent.

He obliged, letting the small frame handle him at her wish. MC wasn’t short (she was 5’5 and with heels, she looked even taller), but compared to him, she did look small. She also looked really pretty that night, Jumin observed. Her dress was just a little bit tight, not too much to look like she was trying way too hard, just enough to accentuate her curves. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, decorated with some rhinestones Jumin knew weren’t diamonds, but still gave her a nice touch.

They finally reached the fountain MC was talking about and she was right. It was indeed beautiful, he was surprised there weren’t more people looking at it. It seemed everyone had preferred to stay inside. She let go of Jumin’s arm and pointed her arm to the fountain. It was medium-sized and was surrounded with three benches. It looked like it was done in another century, adding some elegance to the whole theme of the party.

“Ta-da! Here it is. Told you it was pretty”

“It really is. Maybe that planner is indeed as good as Assistant Kang said” he commented, earning a giggle for her.

“Of course they are. C’mon, sit with me” she said, sitting on one of the benched and patting the spot beside her,

Both of them stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, just looking and appreciating the fountain. Her mind drifted as she concentrated in the way the water was falling. It was oddly calming. The sound was also very relaxing for her. Now she knew why rich people liked having smaller versions of that in their houses. She wondered in Jumin had one.

“You know” she started, making her friend look at her. “I think I never thanked you enough for the opportunity of working at C&R. It really means a lot to me that you gave me that chance. You’ve really helped me, Jumin” she said, smiling at him warmly.

“Jumin?”

“Well, we are outside, aren’t we?” she asked, looking around and letting out a small laugh.

“I supposed we are” he agreed, nodding. “And you don’t have to thank me for it. Just do a good job.”

“But I do have to” MC insisted. “Any other company wouldn’t have hired me. We both know my resumé wasn’t that great, not having a real experience outside college”.

“You did spectacularly with the RFA party and--”

“Jumin” she interrupted him. He looked at her hesitantly. “We both know organizing a charity party has nothing to do with accounting. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to get a job at the biggest Korean company. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful. I just wanted to tell you how much I was. And please, stop downplaying your kindness. It’s nice to know you’re a really nice gentleman inside” MC said, smiling and patting his arm softly. “So, thank you”

“No need for it, MC”

“See? You’re doing it again, Jumin!” she laughed. She felt Jumin’s stare right at her, but couldn’t help but keep laughing. “You are the worst, you truly are,” she said warmly and rested her head on his partner’s shoulders.

“You’re going to be a really great asset to the company, MC” he stated. “You may not have a lot of experience, I know that, but what I learnt from the RFA party was that if you set your mind to something, you put your best effort and the results are magnificent. I really like that about you”.

MC lifted her head quickly and looked at Jumin.

“You do?” she asked, eyes open-wide.

“Well, I-- yes” Jumin said, for the first time stumbling on his words. “I mean, you’re an excellent employee and that speaks vol--”

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt MC pressing her lips against his. It lasted only a couple of seconds, almost too early he felt her increasing the distance between them. MC’s cheeks were deep red, her big brown eyes lost in his, her brows furrowed so he could perceive how scared she actually was. She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but he interrupted her, kissing her again.

She reciprocated the kiss, which although a part of him expected it to be frenzied and desperate, felt calm and soothing. Her lips grazed softly against his every time she took a moment to breathe only to fall on his lips again. His hands went up to the nape of her neck, intertwining his finger in her soft hair, not really caring about messing her updo. 

Jumin had tried to be her friend. He really did. He had offered MC her dream job at C&R after that late-night conversation on the messenger. It was the night before the RFA party. By that time, he had already understood MC had no romantic interest in him. She was so enthusiastic about the party she couldn’t fall asleep. So, she started chatting with him, not knowing the reason behind his unableness to sleep was her. She had confessed she had majored in Accounting but couldn’t find a job that could help her pay the rent. Most of the companies she had been interviewed by had offered unpaid internships. That was mostly the reason she had agreed to help the RFA: she needed a place to stay. Realizing it was too late to win her heart, he had decided to do the next best thing: make her happy. So he offered the position to her. If she couldn’t be by her side, at least he would make sure she was achieving her goals.

Jumin had tried to remain on the friendly side and had succeeded all that year. He had respected her boundaries and been supporting, helping her in any way he could even if she had chosen Zen--

Zen.

She had chosen Zen.

Jumin quickly broke the kiss, standing up, trying not to pay too much attention to MC’s flushed face and swollen lips.

“I’m sorry, MC. This isn’t right. Zen is not my closest friend but he is a member of the RFA. You’ve had too many drinks”.

“I just had one glass” she sentenced, her voice a little broken. “I-- that’s not-- I’m sorry. Oh God, this was so unprofessional. I hope it doesn’t make you think less of me, I just--.” “No, I won’t think less of you. It’s understandable you were under the influence of alcohol and you couldn’t think straight”

“I just told you I wasn’t--”

“But you were” Jumin insisted with a stern voice. “I’ll have Driver Kim escort you so you get home safe.”

“Jumin, please, talk to me. Don’t shut me out” MC begged.

“It’s better if he accompanies you,” he said, turning around on his heel and walking towards the tent. “Zen must be waiting for you” he added, without facing her.

Jumin knew it was the best. He was sure of it.

Then why couldn’t he stop thinking about that kiss?

[waywardaardvark79]

Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1 Episode 4: Phantom Traveler

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, show level violence

Word Count: 8,724

A/N: I’ll try to do at least one episode a week. No set schedule.

Dean was in that perfect middle ground state, stuck right in between being awake and asleep, everything a warm, hazy glow, and comfortable. God, was he comfortable.

He took a deep breath, the smell of strawberries hitting him, taking over his senses, his mouth turning up a little at the corner because of the images that were flooding his brain. You. You were the only thing he was seeing. He couldn't help himself anytime he smelled strawberries he instantly thought of you. You always seemed to smell like them, and he found it calming, a constant in an ever changing world.

Dean never really had anything constant, stable, in his life, not counting his brother, but even Sam had went away for awhile, leaving him spiraling for something familiar. That's why he hauled ass to Sioux Falls, South Dakota that night. He needed to be reminded that there were still constants in the world. That there was still one thing he could count on to not change, and you smelling like strawberries was it. He knew it was stupid. It was completely ridiculous that something so simple, so trivial could mean that much to a person. I mean, it was just shampoo.

It was something that he would never admit out loud, afraid of how crazy it would come off. I mean, to say that the smell of your strawberry shampoo was sometimes the only thing that kept him grounded somedays was insane, right?

He found himself dwelling on how outrageous it was sometimes, but no matter the thoughts that crossed his mind, they always ended with you. Then he would think that maybe it wasn't the strawberry shampoo that was the constant he could count on, maybe it was just you, after all. He could always count on you, and that brought a peace to him that he never thought he would have. 

The sound of the door opening pulled him from his blissful state, his hand automatically reaching under his pillow for a weapon as he turned his head to see who it was.

"Morning Sunshine." Sam said as he walked in, carrying a tray of coffees and pastries.

"What time is it?" Dean croaked out, you shifting in your sleep and tossing your leg over him.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five." Sam said.

"In the morning?" Dean asked, a little annoyed to be awake that early.

"Yep." Sam replied.

"Where does the day go?" Dean asked as he untangled himself from you so that he could sit up, being careful not to wake you as you were definitely not a morning person. "Did you get any sleep last night?" he asked once he was free of you, reaching up to move a strand of hair that had fallen across your face.

Sam watched the moment unfold before him, a feeling he couldn't place hitting him, "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." he replied.

"Liar. Cause I was up at three, and you and Y/N were watching a George Foreman informercial." Dean said, staring him down.

Sam scoffed, "No, we weren't." he said, knowing just how worried you and Dean were about him.

"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard Y/N talking about how she would kill someone for one of those fuckin' steaks." Dean said, choosing to leave out what else he heard.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV, and you know infomercials about food always make her hungry, and then she wants to order whatever it is they are talking about." Sam said, smiling a little about how you always insisted on ordering everything you saw on TV, Bobby's kitchen full of different appliances.

"Did she order the grill?" Dean asked.

"Someone wouldn't let me." you said, sitting up in bed, sleepily rubbing your eyes. "Why the fuck are we awake right now?"

"I, uh, couldn't sleep, but I got coffee." Sam said before thrusting a cup in your face.

You accepted it, looking up at him with a sad smile, "Thanks." you said, wishing there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam said as you got out of bed, making your way over to the pastries he bought.

"Yeah, it is." Dean said.

"Look, I appreciate your concern-" Sam tried to say before Dean interrupted.

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive. We need you sharp." Dean explained.

You whipped around, powder from the powdered doughnut you were eating covering your mouth, "Hey! I think I've done a pretty good job of keeping us alive so far, but maybe you're right, Dean." you said before turning to face Sam. "I'm officially passing the responsibility of keeping our asses alive to you. Good luck with that one." you said, pointing to Dean, Sam smiling a little.

Dean scoffed, "If he's gonna need luck with anything, it's you." Dean shot back.

"Please, don't be ridiculous, Dean. I'm constantly savin' your ass. Plus, there's the fact that every time you see a pair of boobs anywhere near you, you get distracted." you said, before licking your lips to get the powder from your doughnut.

"Oh, that real cute. Especially coming from the person that told one of the cops a few cases back that she bet she could bounce a nickel off that fuckin' ass, and then if I'm remembering right...pulled a nickel out of her pocket and said wanna give it a try, cowboy." Dean said, a completely serious look on his face as he looked at you.

You threw your hands in the air, "Sue me! The man had a great ass. I was only being nice and giving him a compliment. Plus, that case was over so it doesn't count." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sam sighed, "I forgot how alike the two of you are. It's a little disturbing." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

The three of you were silent for a few moments, "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean finally asked, getting back on track.

Sam crossed the room, and sat down on the other bed, handing a coffee to Dean, "Yeah, but it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." Sam said.

"You can't let it get to you, Sam." you said coming to sit next to him.

"Yeah, you can't bring it home like that." Dean added.

"So, what? All this it...never keeps you guys up at night?" Sam asked.

"Nope." you said, Dean shaking his head no.

"Never? You guys are never afraid?" Sam asked, reaching under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife, holding it up as evidence. "And I'm willing to bet there's one on your side, too." he said, looking over at you.

Dean took the knife back. "That's not fear. That is precaution." he said.

You nodded your head, "Yeah, I just call that being smart." you said.

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue with you two." Sam said, Dean's phone ringing seconds later.

"Hello." he said, you and Sam focusing on him. "Oh right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania...the poltergeist thing. It's not back is it?" Dean asked, and even though you could only hear Dean's side of the conversation you knew who he was talking to. "What is it?" Dean asked again, after a pause, eyeing you as he listened to the response. 

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean, Y/N, and your dad really helped me out." Jerry said to Sam.

"Yeah, they told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asked, the four of you walking to Jerry's office inside of the hangar.

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." one of the workers said in passing, causing you to chuckle.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something if it wasn’t for those two and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry asked. 

"Yeah, I was. I'm...taking some time off." Sam answered.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said.

"He did?" Sam asked, shocked.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey you know I tried to get a hold of him but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Jerry asked.

"Good." you blurted out.

"Yeah, he's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean said.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry asked, you and Dean laughing.

"No, not by a long shot." Sam replied. 

"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry said, the four of you now in his office. "I listened to this, and well, it sounded like it was up your alley." he said, putting a cd into a drive. "Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry said before the recording started to play.

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485- immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message- May be experiencing some mechanical failure..." the voice said before a loud whooshing sound.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board, and only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault." Jerry said.

"You don't think it was?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't." Jerry said.

"Don't worry, Jerry. We'll figure it out." you said. 

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam rattled off.

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage...the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry said, Dean frowning.

"No problem." Dean said, you cocking your head to the side, wondering what he had planned. 

You and Sam were waiting by the car outside of a Copy Jack, Dean finally walking out as an attractive woman was walking in, the two of them taking a few moments to say hello to each other.

"You've been in there forever." Sam said.

Dean held up three IDs, "You can't rush perfection." he said.

You snatched your ID from his hand, "My perfection never takes that long." you sassed, looking down at the ID.

"Homeland Security?" Sam asked, taking his ID.

"Awesome." you excitedly said, "We haven't done this yet."

"That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam said.

"Yeah, well, like she said, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said, smiling a little at how excited you were. 

The three of you got in the car, "All right, so what did you guys get?" Dean asked.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah, there is." you said, leaning up from the backseat.

"Listen." Sam said, before playing the recording, a scratchy voice saying "No survivors." playing.

"No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean said.

"I know. That's what I said, too." you said.

"Got me." Sam replied.

"So, what are you guys thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.

"Maybe." you said shrugging your shoulders, "I think it's a little early to call it just yet."

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam said, you and Dean both humming in agreement, "or remember flight 401?"

"Right. The one that crashed. The airline salvaged some of it's parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean said.

"Right." Sam said.

"Well, maybe it's kind of the same thing here, a similar deal." you said.

"All right, so survivors, which one do you guys want to talk to first?" Dean asked.

"Third on the list, Max Jaffey." Sam said.

"Oh, yeah." you said, nodding.

"Why him?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here." Sam said, you quickly jumping in.

"And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did. This is our fuckin' guy." you said.

"What makes you guys say that?" Dean asked.

"Well, I spoke to his mother." Sam answered, the impala coming to a stop in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL. "And she told me where to find him."

"This guy has definitely seen some shit." you said, the three of you preparing to interview Max Jaffey.

Max was walking with a cane between Sam and Dean, Dean making sure to keep you close to his side in case any of the crazies, as he called them, got any ideas.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max said.

"Right. Some new information has come up. So, if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean trailed off.

"We only need a few moments of your time, Mr. Jaffey, and we would greatly appreciate anything you could offer." you said, smiling kindly at him.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Max asked.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe, voices." Dean said.

"Maybe a strange smell." you added.

"No, nothing." Max said.

"Mr. Joffey." Dean said.

"Jaffey." Max interrupted, correcting him.

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked, Max nodding his head, "Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max said.

"Uh huh, and that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean asked.

"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max said, clearly uncomfortable.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean said.

"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." he said.

"He was seeing things." Dean sassed.

"Mr. Jaffey, we would really appreciate your cooperation." you said.

"It's ok. Just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam said.

"There was...this...man, and, uh, he had these...eyes, these, uh...black eyes, and I saw him, or I thought I saw him..." he said, trailing off, your body tensing when he said black eyes, hoping he was wrong.

"What?" Dean asked, eager to know the rest.

"He opened the emergency exit, but that's...that's impossible, right? There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." he said, you shaking your head.

"Fuck." you breathed out, lost in your own thoughts.

"Yeah." Dean said before looking over at you, noticing that you were no longer following along.

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Sam said, confusing Max.

"What are you, nuts?" Max asked, Sam tilting his head at the ironic question. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." 

The Impala pulled up in front of a house, Dean looking at  you in the rearview mirror as he cut the engine, wondering why you had been so quiet.

"So, here we are, George Phelps, seat 2c." Sam said.

"Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said as the three of you got out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean said.

"Not if you're human, but maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe in human form." Sam said.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked Sam before turning to you. "Back me up, Singer." he said, you  just shrugging your shoulders as you walked to the door, both Sam and Dean looking after you in concern. 

The three of you were sitting around from Mrs. Phelps, Sam looking at a framed photograph, "This is your late husband?" Sam asked.

"Yes, that was my George." she replied.

"And he was a...dentist?" Dean asked.

"Mmm hmm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." she trailed off.

"How long were you married?" Sam asked, trying to regain her focus.

"Thirteen years." she answered.

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"What about his eyes? Did they ever look funny to you? Black, maybe?" you blurted out, not able to keep the question to yourself.

"No, his eyes were...fine, never black. He, uh, he had acid reflux, though. If that's what you mean?" she said, looking from you to Sam. 

The three of you were coming down the stairs out front, you in the lead.

"I mean, it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam said.

"A middle aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified." Dean said to Sam before calling out to you, "What's going on with you, Singer?" he asked.

"Nothing." you said, not looking at him.

"Hey." he said, grabbing your arm to stop you, "Come on, something is up with you. You've been weird since we talked to Jaffey, so what's going on with you?" he asked, holding onto you so you couldn't walk away.

"I'm just trying to figure out what's going on. That's it. I'm fine." you said, knowing that he didn't fully believe you.

"You know what we need to do, is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean said.

"Okay, but if we're going go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said, looking between you and Dean. 

You were leaning against the car, feeling completely out of your comfort zone in your new wardrobe. The black pencil skirt, crisp white shirt, and black fitted blazer weren't something you could ever see yourself wearing voluntarily. The heels were the only thing you felt slightly comfortable in, wearing them to hit the bars whenever you had a night off.

You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting on Sam and Dean to come out of the store they were in. You finally spotted them walking out, each of them wearing a new black suit with a white shirt. You smiled to yourself, thinking how good both of them looked.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean said.

"No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam teased.

"Hey, I look like a secretary from some cheesy porno." you said, twisting your hair up into a bun.

"I think you look really nice, Y/N." Sam said, smiling at you.

"Thanks, Sam. You look really good, too." you said, before looking over to Dean to get his opinion.

"A secretary, huh? Maybe, I can see you in my office later." he said, smirking at you.

You chuckled, "Real funny. Maybe, I'll just come chaperone your dance instead." you said.

Dean shook his head before looking down at himself, "I hate this thing." he said.

"Me too." you said, adjusting your skirt.

"Hey, you guys want into that warehouse or not?" Sam asked. 

The three of you walked into the warehouse each of you flashing your badge to the security guard, who nodded and let you in.

You started to walk among the wreckage, Dean reaching into his pocket to pull out a device before placing earbuds in his ears.

"What is that?" Sam asked, eyeing the device.

"It's an EMF meter, reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean replied.

"Come on, Sam, I know you aren't that rusty." you teased, glancing over at him.

"I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up Walkman?" Sam asked.

"Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean proudly said, grinning.

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said, unimpressed, Dean's grin fading.

You walked over to him, "Hey, I think it's fuckin' awesome. You did a good job." you said, as he ran the meter over a piece of wreckage.

"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean said, before scratching off some yellow dust, getting some on his hand. "What is this stuff?" he asked.

You shook your head, despite having a pretty good idea what it was. You didn't want to say anything until you were completely sure that you were right, thinking there was no need to cause a fuss. Especially if you were wrong in the end.

"One way to find out." Sam said, scraping some of the yellow dust into a bag.

"Shh...listen." you said, the sounds of several footsteps echoing, "Yeah, we need to go like fuckin' now." you added, the three of you quickly making an exit. 

Sam and Dean peered around the corner, checking to make sure the coast was clear, while you pulled off your heels, unable to run in them. The three of you walked casually around the corner, until an alarm started to blare, kicking all of you into high gear.

Dean took off his suit jacket and tossed it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, Sam climbing over without a problem.

Dean started to climb over, but stopped when you didn't follow, "Sometime today would be nice, Y/N." he said, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I can't climb over in this fuckin' skirt." you said, tossing your heels over the fence. "It's so tight I can barely take a decent step."

"You better hike that thing up, or do whatever you need to do, but you better get your ass over that fence...NOW." Dean said.

"Just don't look." you said, pulling the skirt up until it bunched around your waist, checking to make sure Dean wasn't looking. "I'm serious, Dean. Close your fuckin' eyes. You too, Sam!" you said, preparing to climb over the fence.

"You commando or something?" Dean asked, managing to keep his focus on your face.

"We were supposed to go to a laundry mat, but then Jerry called, and we've been too busy." you said as you climbed the fence, quickly throwing your leg over and making your way down the other side, yanking your skirt down before picking up your heels.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean said, as he landed on the other side of the fence. "Hey, Singer, I think I got a nickel in my pocket. How much you want bet I can bounce it off-" Dean got out before you took off after him.

"I'm going to fuckin' kill you." you seethed, chasing after him. 

The three of you were standing inside of Jerry's office. Sam had given him the yellow substance he had collected at the scene and Jerry was now looking at it under a microscope.

"Huh. This stuff is covered in-" Jerry started to say.

"Sulfur." you finished for him, all three of them looking at you.

"Sulfur." Jerry said, still looking at you.

"How did you know that?" Dean asked.

"Lucky guess." you said, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're sure?" Sam asked Jerry.

"Take a look for yourself." Jerry said, loud banging sounds from outside catching his attention. "If you guys will excuse me. I have an idiot to fire." Jerry said before excusing himself from his office, leaving you, Sam, and Dean behind.

Dean took a look through the microscope for himself, "Hmmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." he said to Sam before turning to you, "You want to tell us how you really knew that?"

You sighed, "I had a feeling, ok. I mean, with what Max Jaffey said about the guys eyes, and his strength, then the sulfur.  I mean, add it all up and it most likely points to one thing." you said.

"Demonic possession?" Sam asked, you nodding your head.

"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said, looking to  you for your opinion.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam answered, instead.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire plane?" Dean asked, you keeping quiet.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

"Never." Dean said before turning to you. "You got anything else you want to share with the class, Singer? Any feelings or lucky guesses?" he asked, and you could tell that he was upset that you didn't speak up earlier.

"Dean, I didn't know fore sure, and I thought it was pointless to throw it out there until I knew." you said, a little defensively.

"How...how did you know?" Sam asked.

"Come on, guys. You know my dad. I was flipping through lore books before I could even read, and when I wanted to learn he taught me. It's basically an evil asshole encyclopedia up here." you said, tapping your temple. "Plus, I've worked a couple of possessions with dad, but this isn't a run of the mill possession, so...I'm not a hundred percent sure exactly what we are dealing with, but a demon of some sort is probably behind it." 

The three of you were in the motel, all busy researching after you told them everything you knew on the subject.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right?" Sam asked, looking up from his computer.

"Yeah, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." you said, looking up from the book you were reading.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said.

"Well, that's not exactly true." you started before Sam jumped in.

"According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and manmade. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asked, standing up from his spot on the bed. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, who know how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam asked.

You closed your book, "Well, death and destruction is kind of their gig." you said, Dean snorting as he turned away.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, like Y/N said, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big, and I wish Dad was here." Dean said, obviously stressed.

"Yeah, me too. "Sam said.

"All right, boys, I know we are kinda up shit's creek without a paddle right now, but we all need to put on our fuckin' big girl panties and figure this shit out because I don't think this asshole is done fucking shit up." you said.

"This coming from the person who certainly wasn't wearing her big girl panties today, or any panties if I remember correctly." Dean said, his phone ringing before you could reply.

"Hello." he said, you and Sam both looking at him, only able to hear Dean's side of the conversation. "Oh, hey, Jerry." Dean said, a sick feeling over taking you. "Wha-Jerry...I'm sorry. What happened?" Dean asked.

You and Sam listened to the rest of the one sided conversation, "Another crash?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." Dean replied.

"Guess, I was right about it not being done." you said, grabbing  your jacket.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Nazareth." Dean answered.

"And there's the fuckin' irony." you breathed out. 

Jerry was looking through the microscope again, even though the three of you knew what the substance was.

"Sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodding his head. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean said.

"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't count on that. I don't think the asshole is done." you said.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight, and get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"And you're sure it was forty minutes for both?" you asked.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked.

"It's biblical numerology." you replied.

"You know, Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean said, going in to more detail.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam said.

"Any survivors?" Dean asked.

"No, or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason.  On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?" Sam asked, you nodding your head.

"No survivors." Dean said before pausing for a moment to think, "It's going after all the survivors."

"Fuck, it's trying to finish the job." you said, shaking your head. 

Dean was driving while Sam was finishing up a phone call. You were in the backseat flipping through John's journal.

"Really, well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam said before hanging up. "All right, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." he said.

"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker?" Dean asked.

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam said.

"Indianapolis, really?" you asked, closing the journal. "I really don't know why I'm surprised." you added.

Dean nodded his head, "That sounds like just our luck." he said.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Call Amanda's cell phone again. See if we can't head her off at the pass." Dean said.

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam said.

"We'll make it." Dean said, pushing down on the accelerator, determined to make it in time.

Sam looked over his shoulder at you, "Hold on tight, Sam." you said. 

The three of you rushed into the airport and checked the departure board, relieved to see that you had made it in time.

"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam said, pointing to the board.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean said, spotting a courtesy phone.

"Airport services." the person on the other end said.

"Hi, gate thirteen." Dean said.

"Who are you calling, sir?" they asked.

"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, uh, flight 424." Dean said.

"Amanda Walker. Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, gate thirteen." the PA voice announced.

"Come on." Dean said, growing impatient.

"This is Amanda Walker." she said.

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean said, you and Sam standing back watching.

"Karen?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-" Dean got out before Amanda interrupted.

"Wh-what? That's impossible. I just got off the phone with her." she said.

Dean paused for a moment, "You what?" he asked.

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" Amanda asked.

"Uh, well...there must be some mistake." Dean said.

"And how would you even know I was here?" Amanda asked, you and Sam trying to stand close enough to Dean to hear what was going on. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"

"Guilty as charged." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders and just going along with her.

"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda said.

You looked up at Dean and mouthed, "Say he's sorry."

"He's really sorry." Dean said, following your lead.

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" Amanda ordered.

"He's a mess." you mouthed.

"Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really. it's pathetic." Dean said.

"Really?" Amanda asked, you furiously nodding your head.

"Oh, yeah." Dean said.

"Look, I've got to go. Umm...tell him to call me when I land." she said before hanging up.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean said.

"Fuck." you shouted, a little louder than you meant to, drawing a few stares.

"Damn it! So close." Dean said.

"Well, I guess we have one option left." you said.

Sam nodded his head, "It's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." he said.

"Yep." you said.

"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean said, wide eyed.

"We don't really have a second, De. We need to haul ass." you said.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam said.

"I know." Dean said.

"Okay, so, we're getting on the plane. We need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and Y/N get whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam said, laying out a game plan.

You nodded your head, and grabbed Dean's arm, ready to pull him back to the car, "Hey, come on. It's gonna be ok." you said, as he stood in one spot looking between you and Sam anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"No, not really." Dean said.

"What?" What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." Dean trailed off.

"Flying." you finished for him before looking over to Sam. "He's scared to fly."

"It's never been a problem until now." Dean said.

"You're joking, right?" Sam asked.

You shook your head, "He's not." you said.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?" Dean asked.

"All right, uh, Y/N and I'll go." Sam said.

"Ok, I'll go get what we need and I'll meet you back here. We need to get this show on the road." you said, turning to walk away.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We'll do this one on our own." Sam said.

"We'll be fine, De. Don't worry." you said.

"Don't worry? What are you guys, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane is gonna crash." Dean said, looking between the two of  you.

"What else do you want us to do?" you asked.

Sam nodded his head, "Dean, we can do it all together, or Y/N and I can do this one ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option here." Sam said.

"Come on! Really? Fuck." Dean said. 

"Flight attendants please cross check doors before departure." the voice over the intercom said.

Dean was in the aisle seat, anxiously reading the safety card while you sat next to him, Sam on the other side of you.

"Just try to relax." Sam said, taking note of how nervous Dean was.

"Just try to shut up." Dean snapped, the plane taking off, Dean jumping at every rumble and sound.

You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his, "You're fine." you said, Dean squeezing your hand tightly as you started to hum, laying your head on his shoulder.

"You're humming Metallica?" Sam asked.

"It calms him down." you said, resuming your humming after speaking.

"Dude, did you just sniff her head?" Sam asked.

"W-what? No, that's crazy. I-I was just trying to take a deep breath. You know, relax." Dean lied, a smile coming to your face.

He had let it slip once when he was drunk that he loved the smell of your shampoo. He said it always calmed him down, so you would often lay your head on his shoulder when he was stressed, giving him the opportunity to breathe you in, never mentioning to him that you knew what he was doing.

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? You got to say focused." Sam said.

"Okay." Dean replied.

"I mean, we got thirty two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full on exorcism." Sam said.

"No pressure, huh?" you breathed out, feeling a little nervous that there wasn't going to be enough time.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." Dean said, still holding onto your hand.

"Let's just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asked.

"Well, usually they go for someone with some sort of weakness. They can worm their way in like that." you said.

"Ok, so somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean said.

"Yet, another reason for you to try to chill the fuck out. I really don't want this thing jumpin' into you." you said, Dean nodding his head.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said.

"Yeah, that's true." you said, Dean humming in agreement.

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" Dean asked the flight attendant next to him.

"No, I'm not." She answered.

"Oh, my mistake." he said, the flight attendant walking away, Dean looking to the back of the plane, "All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and I, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean said.

"You sure? I can do it." you said, worried about him.

"I can do it. I...I need to move around." he said, finally releasing your hand.

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There's ways to test that." Dean said, pulling out a bottle of holy water, "I brought holy water."

"Yeah, let's not do that just yet." you said, taking the bottle from him and passing it to Sam.

"I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God." Sam said.

"Oh, nice." Dean said, turning to go to the back.

"Hey." you said, stopping him.

"What?" he asked.

"Say it in Latin." you said.

"I know." Dean said, a little annoyed.

"Hey!" Sam called out.

"What?!" Dean snapped.

"Uh, in Latin, it's Christo." Sam said.

"Guys, I know! I'm not an idiot!" Dean said before making his way to the back of the plane.

You turned in your seat, watching him walk away, "Maybe I should go with him, back him up." you said, starting to rise from your seat.

Sam put his hand on your shoulder, "He can do it." he said, "We need to go over the rest of the plan."

"Fine." you sighed, taking one last look at Dean before turning your attention to Sam, "You got John's journal?" you asked.

"Yeah, here.” Sam said, passing it over to you.  

You flipped through the pages until you found what you were looking for, "I'm thinking this should work." you said, passing it back to Sam.

"You think?" Sam asked.

"Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' expert, Sam." you snapped, immediately regretting it, "Sorry, I...demons just weird me out. They...I just really fuckin' hate em', and I want to get this shit done." you said, Dean sitting down next to you before Sam could reply.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well adjusted person on the planet." Dean said.

"Good for her." you sarcastically said. 

"You said Christo?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

"And?" Sam asked, needing more details.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Dean replied.

"So, if it's on the plane it can be anyone, anywhere." Sam said, the plane shaking.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean shouted, gripping onto your arm.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam said.

"Yeah, it's okay." you said, prying his fingers from your arm.

"Guys, this plane is going to crash, okay? So, quit treating me like I'm fucking four." Dean said.

"Well, stop acting like  you're fucking four." you said.

"Yeah, you need to calm down." Sam said.

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't." Dean said, reaching for your hand.

"Yes, you can." Sam said.

"Dude, stow the touchy feely, self help yoga crap. It's not helping." Dean said.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down, right now." Sam warned.

"Fuck, he's right, Dean, just breath or something." you said.

"Yeah, cause that has helped me. I've been breathing this whole fuckin' time in case you hadn't noticed." Dean sassed.

"God damn it." you said under your breath before turning in your seat to face him, "You owe me."

"For what?" Dean asked, confused.

"For the drastic measures I'm about to take to save your ass." you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you, crashing your lips to his.

You felt him tense up for a moment, his lips not moving as if he were in a state of shock. You started to pull back, thinking that you may have crossed a line, but before you could pull away you felt his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

The kiss quickly started to heat up, Dean's tongue running along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, Dean wasting no time deepening the kiss.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, "Guys." he said.

You pulled away from Dean, "Sorry, Sam." you said, before focusing your attention on Dean. "You good now? You calm?" you asked.

Dean took a long, slow breath, "I'm so fuckin' good." he said, his words coming out a little breathy.

You tapped his cheek a couple of times, "You're welcome." you said.

Sam cleared his throat again, "Good. Now, we found an exorcism in here that we think will work. The Rituale Romanum." Sam said to Dean.

"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.

"Well...it's two parts." you started, Sam jumping in to say the rest.

"The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest which actually makes it more powerful." Sam explained.

"More powerful?" Dean asked.

"Yep." you said, popping the p.

"How?" Dean asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam said.

"Oh, and why is that a good thing?" Dean asked.

"Well, cause the second part sends that fucker back to hell once and for all." you said.

Dean nodded his head, "First things first, we got to find it." Dean said before standing up to walk the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks, but no readings.

You and Sam walked up behind him, you clapping him on the shoulder causing him to jump, "Ah! Don't do that." Dean scolded.

"Sorry." you said.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing. How much time do we got?" Dean asked.

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe, we missed somebody." you said, looking around at the other passengers.

"Maybe the things just not on the plane." Dean said, causing you to scoff.

"You believe that?" Sam asked.

"Well, I will if you guys will." Dean said, looking down as the EMF meter spiked, the copilot exiting the bathroom and heading towards the cockpit.

"Christo." you blurted out, the copilot slowly turning to face you, his eyes black, "Fuck." you whispered as he went into the cockpit. 

The three of you headed to the back of the plane towards Amanda.

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam said.

"We don't really have a choice, Sam." you said.

"Yeah, twelve minutes, dude." Dean said.

"Oh, hi, flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda said to Dean.

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean said, Sam closing the curtain behind you.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asked.

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have the time for the whole truth is out there speech right now." Dean said.

"Look, we just really need you to listen to us right now, and for you to keep an open mind." you added.

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam said, the friendly smile Amanda had disappearing.

"Who are you guys?" she asked.

"That's not important right now." you said.

"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sam said.

"We need your help because we need to stop it form happening again, here. Now." Dean said.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-" she said as she tried to brush past Dean, who stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Listen to me. Uh...the pilot on 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." Dean said.

"Wait, what? Chuck is dead?" she asked.

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as a little fuckin' strange?" you asked.

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now, maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too." Sam said.

"Amanda you have to believe us." Dean said.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Amanda said.

"Black eyes?" you asked, Amanda nodding her head.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Sam said.

"I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?" Amanda asked.

"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean said.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, come on, lady." you said, frustrated.

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean said.

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot?" she asked.

"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." Sam said.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-" she started to say before you interrupted.

"Jesus Christ, lady! You're job is the last thing you should be worrying about." you said, your patience for her gone.

"Look, you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean said.

Amanda hesitated for a moment, "Okay." she said, leaving and making her way to the cockpit. 

"All right, boys. Here they come." you said, Sam pulling out the holy water, and Dean passing over John's journal to him.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" the copilot asked.

Dean punched him in the face, and knocked him down. The two of you pinned him down, you holding his legs down while Dean managed to put duct tape over his mouth.

"Wait? What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda said.

"Relax lady." you said, struggling to keep the copilot still.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean said, splashing holy water on him, his skin sizzling.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong with him?" she asked.

"Get her the fuck out of here, Sam." you snapped.

"Look, we need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." Sam said.

"Well, I don't underst- I don't know." she stammered out.

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that, Amanda?" Sam asked.

"Okay. Okay." she said before leaving. 

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean said.

"Regna terrae, Cantate Deo, psalute Domino-" Sam said, stopping when the demon broke free, hitting both boys until you and Dean managed to subdue him again.

Sam picked up where he left off, until the demon knocked both you and Dean off again and pulled the tape from his mouth, reaching to grab Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend. She must have died screaming. Even now, she's burning." the demon said before turning to you, "And you, oh, we have plans for you." he said, Dean recovering and hitting the demon.

"Sam!" you and Dean shouted, you now trying to help Dean hold him down.

Sam recovered and began reading again. He put the book down, and helped the two of you pin down the demon, who kicked the book up the aisle.

"I got him." Sam said, the demon exiting the copilot's body and disappearing into a vent.

"Where'd it go?" Sam asked.

"It's in the plane." Dean said.

"Fuck, boys. We gotta hurry up and finish this. We're running out of time." you said.

The plane suddenly dipped and heaved violently, Sam struggling to retrieve the book as Dean splayed himself against the exit door, screaming, while you were pressed to his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you.

Sam managed to grab the book and read the rest of the exorcism, a bright electrical charge running through the entire plane when he finished, the plane leveling out soon after.

Dean was breathing heavily, holding onto you so tight that you could hardly breathe, "De...I...can't breathe." you said, Dean loosening his hold a little. 

The passengers from the flight were disembarking to an area, milling with uniformed agents, paramedics, FBI, FAA, and so on. The copilot was seated in a wheelchair, a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA agent.

Amanda spotted the three of you across the way and mouthed thank you, the three of you nodding at her.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said, as the three of you headed to the exit. "You okay?" he asked Sam.

"Dean, it knew about Jessica, and it said they had plans for Y/N." Sam said.

"Sam, these things, they...they read minds. They lie, all right. That's all it was." Dean said.

"He's right, Sam. Those assholes will say whatever they can to get inside your head. They just like fuckin' with people." you said, not revealing that you were scared about what it had said about you.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Come on." Dean said, urging you and Sam to follow. 

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry said, shaking each of your hands. "Your dad's gonna be real proud. Yours too, Y/N." he said.

"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam said.

"Maybe wait a little while before the next call." you teased.

"You know, Jerry." Dean said.

"Yeah." Jerry replied.

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Dean said.

"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry said.

"What?" you and Sam asked in unison.

"You talked to John?" you asked.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked before Jerry could answer you.

"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you or Y/N a call. Thanks again, guys." Jerry said before walking away. 

"This doesn't make any sense, guys. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam said, as Dean dialed John's number, all of you crowding around the phone to listen.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency call my son, Dean (785) 555-0179 or Y/N Singer (785) 555-0726. They can help." John said.

Sam was fuming as he got into the car, you and Dean both looking after him.

"What the fuck in going on, De?" you asked.

"I wish I knew, Sweetheart." he said, as the two of you got into the car, hoping that the next case would provide some much needed answers. 

Tags: @22sarah08​ @miraclesoflove​

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How about just like,,, the FLUFFIEST g/t you can do, like I don't even care about the pairing or whatever but like,,, fluff is GOOD and your writing is GOOD soooo them combined would be *chefs kiss*

We're Simply Meant To Be

(Lol, I'm not good at writing pure fluff, I'm sorry if it's bad)

Virgil stared up at the giant house anxiously, as Patton pulled up outside of it. Last week his friend, Roman, had invited him over to spend the night, and he would've been happy to go except that Roman was a giant, not only that but... Virgil had a crush on said giant. Apart from the fact that Virgil was terrified of being around a giant all night and embarrassing himself in front of his crush, he was also the only one Roman had invited to come over, with the only other people going to be there being his family...of giants.

"Alrighty Kiddo, we're here!" His older brother chirped happily.

"Patton, you're also friends with Ro. You sure you don't wanna come?" Virgil prayed he'd say yes so he'd at least have some support there with him.

"Sorry Virgil, but you're the one he invited." Patton gave his lil bro a sympathetic look, knowing what Virgil really meant. "Remember, if you don't want to go you don't have to."

"No! I-I mean," Virgil corrected. "I want to go, it's just..."

"It's okay Virgil." Patton gently placed a supportive hand on his brother's shoulder. "Just remember, if you ever want to leave just call me. I'll be here on an instant." Virgil nodded slowly in response, then wrapped Patton in a tight hug.

"Thanks Pat, you're the best." He mumbled through Patton's shirt.

"I know." He smiled. "Now get going! You can't keep your prince charming waiting!"

"Patton!" He whined but it was all in good fun, making Patton chuckle. Virgil huffed. "I'll see you tomorrow." He finally got out of the car.

"See you then kiddo!" With that the car door was closed and Patton drove off.

No backing out now. Virgil swallowed his emotions and approached the ginormous door before him. Near the bottom, far enough down for a human to reach, there was a human sized doorbell. He took a deep breath, pushed the doorbell, then let it out. There was a loud ringing from inside the house followed by the sound of movement and booming footsteps that shook the ground as they got closer. He stared up at the door nervously waiting to see who would answer.

Suddenly the door opened, without warning causing Virgil to jump back in fear. When he looked at who it was, he only felt his fear intensify slightly, as the person who opened the door was Roman's brother. Remus. The infamous school jock who didn't think twice about the consequence of his actions. Virgil's body shook as he breathed, trying to stay calm.

"Hellooooo?" Remus called out as he looked around, making Virgil realize that he couldn't see him. Did Roman not tell them that he was coming?

"I-I'm down here!" Virgil called out through cupped hands. He took a step back as his eyes widened when Remus' eyes spotted his minuscule form.

"Oh, it's you." The giant shrugged as he turned back inside. "HEY RO! YOU'RE HUMAN'S HERE COME PICK THEM UP!!!" He shouted so loud that Virgil had to cover his ears. There was a muffled shout from inside and some shuffling. Remus gave a salute to Virgil, then left.

Virgil waited patiently as the pounding of footsteps got louder, making the ground under him shake. Soon there was Roman huffing for breath at the door.

"Hey"-huff-"Virgil." Roman greeted out of breath. "Sorry about that, I didn't know when you'd get here and I didn't want Remus to do anything." He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he apologized.

"It's fine Princey," Virgil shrugged. "so this is your place?" As Virgil spoke Roman lowered a hand for him to climb onto.

"Yeah, the ole Princeton residance!" Roman said as he watched his tiny friend accept the offer and climb on.

"Huh, house of the mayor's family..." Virgil spoke while being lifted by his friend's hand. "Thought it'd be bigger." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Hey!" Roman made a few noises of offense that Virgil knew as offended princey noises. "It's big enough Tom Thumb!" He huffed.

"Whatever you say Jolly Green Giant." Virgil smirked as Roman gawked in mock offense.

"Exscuse you! If anything I'm Scott Lang when he grows!" Roman spoke proudly as he carried Virgil inside.

"Whatever you tell yourself Jack The Beanstalk." Virgil barely held in his laughter at Roman's response.

"Well I never-" Roman shook his head as he did a southern bell impression finally getting a small chuckle from Virgil. Roman smiled at that, proud that he was able to keep his small friend calm. Truth is, little did Virgil know that Roman had a crush on him and had known that Virgil was going to be nervous, witch is why he was going to do anything to keep Virgil happy until midnight. For at midnight, he planned to finally do something...

"So what's the plan tonight, Prince Armpit-Stink?" Virgil snapped Roman out of his thoughts, just as they arrived at his room.

"Well, for starters, you stop calling me that." Roman smiled as Virgil laughed. "Then we'll do the usual sleepover stuff." He shrugged.

"What's "the usual sleepover stuff"?" Virgil used airquotes.

"Well... I don't really know." Roman chuckled to himself as the little emo shook his head. Roman sat Virgil down on his bed and closed his bedroom door as he thought. While Roman was doing that, Virgil noti6his TV and Disney collection.

"We could watch a movie?" Virgil shrugged.

"Excellent idea!" Roman exclaimed. "Any preferences?"

"Tim Burton's always good." Virgil sat down on Roman's pillow and got comfortable.

"Of course you would say that." Roman tutted lovingly. He pulled out his copy of The Nightmare Before Christmas Collectors Edition. He popped the disk into his DVD player and set up the TV. Once Roman finished he carefully got onto the bed with Virgil.

Then the movie began.

●●●

At some point during the movie Roman had laid down, his head on the pillow behind Virgil, and Virgil had snuggled up against Roman's nose. It was getting late and by the song Kidnap Mr. Sandycaws Roman's mom had come by to drop off some pizza for them, witch was now discarded on the floor. Neither of them really spoke throughout the movie, just enjoying each others company.

That is until Roman heard a small voice singing beautifully, yet quietly, along to Sally's Song. "I sense there's something in the wind. That feels like tragedy's at hand. And though I'd like to stand by him. Can't shake this feeling that I have." Their voice was beautiful as they harmonized with Sally.

"The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice. My feelings for him? And will he see How much he means to me? I think it's not to be." As Roman listened, he knew it was Virgil singing, and was amazed by it. Causing him to fall even deeper for the emo.

"What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd. In their enthusiastic cloud." Virgil avoided looking at Roman. What would he think? Why was he even friends with Virgil? He was popular and Virgil was... not. Why did Roman like him?

"Try as I may, it doesn't last. And will we ever. End up together? No, I think not. It's never to become. For I am not the one" Virgil let his head hand on the last note, sadly. He tried to subtly glance at Roman. Why did he stick around? This is all going to end someday and he's just going to get hurt when the day comes that Roman realizes that he doesn't need him anymore. He turned back to the TV and stared at it as he willed himself not to cry.

"My dearest freind, if you don't mind. I'd like to join you by your side." A louder, more confident voice sang the reprise out lovingly from behind Virgil.

"Where we could gaze into the stars. And sit together now and forever. For it is plain as anyone could see." Virgil turned around to see Roman staring at him with a deep longing, as he sang. Although Virgil had tried to be subtle when he had looked at Roman and when he had tried to hold his tears back, Roman had still noticed. It had hurt to notice that Virgil wasn't just sining to sing, but from a deeper feeling.

They smiled lovingly at each other as they both thought the same thing and sang the last line together in perfect harmony.

"We're simply meant to be."

They both leand forward, Roman less than Roman but still enough. Virgil pressed his lips against Roman's large ones as they both closed their eyes. When they both pulled away Virgil's eyes widened.

"Oh my God! Roman I'm so sorry!" Virgil rushed out embarrassed.

"No, no, hey, it's fine." Roman comforted his little emo. "I love you Virgil." Roman smiled warmly.

Virgil hesitated for a moment, and then leaned in and kissed Roman again.

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ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ₀₀₁ : ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴜʀᴠᴇʏ

𝙬 / 𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙤𝙧

ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴛɪᴇɴɴᴇ

when you think of westmere, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind?  

❝ i guess it’s more of a feeling for me ? this sense of warmth. it’s just bits and pieces engrained in my mind of those in town. it’s starting to feel like home for me ? i mean, i’ve moved around a lot, and although i think back on those cities fondly, this is a new one for me. ❞

have you read rw wallace’s books?  if you have, which ones your favorite?

❝  i’ve read through them all, mainly as a result of joining a book club in town - some a couple times more than the others. if i had to choose, i think my favorite one is secret identities. although i’ve marked up corruption and creation a bunch, that one’s pretty solid. i read the first when i moved to new york, and then once i discovered it was inspired by westmere i knew i needed to come visit, and ever since it’s definitely lived up to the hype set in merelake. ❞

what spot is your favorite in town and why?  

❝ favorite ? hm, the gazebo, at night, is a bit surreal. there’s this bit of stillness for a moment that just seems to encompass the entire town, and the very next second the crickets are chirping, it’s almost like you can hear everything yet NOTHING all at the same time. ❞

if you were stranded at night, who’s the first person you’d call and why?

❝ @sebmeier​ . let’s just hope the poor sod isn’t standing beside me this time. oh, cause he’d put the pedal to the vettel. but if he’s with me, @mcttie​ - it’s a given. ❞

how often do you talk to your parents/family?

❝ we text here and there throughout the week, my parents and siblings alike. we have a family group chat, ha, um, but it’s nice. i call my mum on thursdays, we’ll facetime and have a proper meal together. if my siblings are visitng, or dad is around they’ll join too. ❞

how would your best friend describe you?  what about your worst enemy?

❝ probably in the same fashion - an ass that just won’t quit. i’m only kidding. perhaps more along the lines of me being a pain in the ass ? ❞

do you like celebrating birthdays?  what about holidays?

❝ birthdays ? hm, no, well not my own. i do enjoy gift giving though, and writing a card, so i guess i enjoy others birthdays. holidays, eh, it more so depends on the one. i enjoy halloween, that dream-like christmas bubble of time is a bit uncanny, and i’m a proper sucker for valentine’s day. all the others are a bit of a wash. no offense to the easter bunny and what not. ❞

do you believe in ghosts?  aliens?  are you a conspiracy theorist?

❝ ghosts ? definitely. growing up in montpellier, i could’ve sworn there was this girl that used to come and play with me, but a couple years back when i tried to explain her to my parents, they said they had no idea who i was describing. aliens? there’s absolutely no way we’re the highest form of life in this galaxy, if so, that’s awfully depressing. i guess you could say i’m a conspiracy theorist, i mean, i’m not sold on the ideology of lizard people quite yet, but i do often slip into the online void - some of those just ... click, y’know ? ❞

if you won the lottery, what’s the first thing you’d do?

❝ lately i’ve been thinking of designing some type of rec center filled with after school programs and an ice rink, of course. although, i don’t necessarily need to win the lottery to really set it in motion, i suppose. regardless, i think it’d be a bit exciting to develop a program that’d engage with the youth of westmere, it’s a bit shoddy now, but who knows ? maybe one day it’ll come together. ❞

is the glass half full or half empty?

❝ that all depends on what you’re putting into it, hm ? are you taking or giving ?  ❞

are you more at home in a room full of people or being alone?

❝ of course i enjoy spending time with others, but a room FULL of people sounds a bit nightmarish.  i read this thing about how you become the most like the five people you surround yourself with, but it makes me wonder, at what points are you ever truly yourself ? i figure you can only find out when you’re completely alone. ❞

are you someone who follows a routine every day or prefers the spontaneity of life?

❝ a mix of both ? during training and the hockey season, i think a routine is a bit easier to follow. however, knowing i’m out for the season, i’m looking forward to the spontaneity of life here in westmere. ❞

do you want kids someday?  if you already have kids, would you want more?

❝ i haven’t really thought that far ahead. someday, maybe ? i do enjoy spending time with @salingcr​ and his rugrats, so why not ? yes ? ❞

what’s your go to karaoke song?

❝ runnin’ with the devil - van halen.  ❞

what throwback movie are you crossing your fingers that drive on by will show someday?

❝ meet joe black, although i’m not sure if they ever would due to the length of the film. ❞

what’s your favorite ice cream flavor down at ice queen & king?

❝ mint chocolate chip is a classic, but lately i’ve had a hankering for their mocha almond fudge. can never go wrong there. ❞

ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴛɪᴇɴɴᴇ

if your character grew up in town explain what they think of town and why they still live here. 

— n/a.

if your character moved here at one point or another, explain what they were thinking when they moved.  was it their choice?  a parents?  how did they feel about moving? 

— after being gifted the first of rw wallace’s books while living in new york, etienne knew the town depicted in the story was a place that he desired to be a part of. so, once his lease was up, he opted to move to westmere, commuting to new york during hockey and training season. he’s enjoyed it ever since, definitely no regrets.

what is your character’s earliest memory?

— his earliest memory is from halloween when he was about four years of age. still living in montpellier, his parents took him and his siblings from business to business to do a bit of trick-or-treating, popping in and out of different store fronts asking for candy. that year his parents dressed him up as jason voorhes, finding it comical for his age.

is your character’s family big or small?  what is their relationship with their family like?

— etienne has two older siblings, each of them being two years apart. he and his siblings are very close, as well as his parents - they have a family group chat.  he definitely gets along with his mother the most, the two of them having a virtual dinner on a weekly basis.

is your character the type to have a lot of good friends or a few really close ones?

— etienne has both ?! a solid amount of good friends, and yet also a tight knit group that he feels that he can be a splash more expressive and vulnerable with when the time comes. he does make a point to insert himself in others’ lives, wanting to be there for truly anyone who may need / want him, but he sometimes finds it difficult for himself to open up to that connection.

what is your character’s life philosophy?  how do they see the world?

— with a deep appreciation and love for  matthew mcconaughey this video here basically is etienne’s philosophy / way he sees the world in a six minute nut shell. BUT taking things from it, etienne is very realistic and straight to the point - will tell you what’s wrong / what the problem even if it’s a little blunt and borders on the rude end of things. he just doesn’t think living in some delusional realm is the right move for any one by any means. he may come off having a superiority complex when one is asking for his advice, but it’s just cause at the end of the day he thinks he’s being honest / right and by all means helpful, even if the other person doesn’t want to acknowledge it. aside from that, he has a deep appreciation for all forms of life, the earth included - just treating peeps with kindness and the like !!

what are some goals that your character has?

— in regards to his hockey career, he’d like to be awarded the nhl foundation award. fingers crossed he’ll be cleared to return in the following season if all goes well with his recovery, bc he really wants to go into the playoffs and win the stanley cup. he is also hoping to attend the winter olympics in beijing in 2022. 

what does a typical day in the life of your character look like?  

— a typical day, as of late, for etienne consists of him waking up a touch on the early side to a freshly made pot of coffee, then followed by taking olive on a walk/run around town. after that he will shower, make a bit of breakfast, perhaps check on seb’s chickens ( just to be safe ) and then spend the day either reading or working in his makeshift studio. he enjoys the throwback days offered down at movie magic, so he’ll drop in to watch whatever film is being shown. otherwise, he’s likely with friends - doing whatever can be done in the day. 

what does your characters house/room look like?  is it messy & cluttered or is it neat & organized?

— for a visual, click here ! his house and room altogether are rather neat and organized. if things are  messy, even in the slightest, it’s an indication that something is wrong. he lives with sebastian, and with seb also being rather tidy, the two never have any issues, nor really any conflicting design ideas throughout the home.

what does your character’s typical wardrobe consist of?

— for an overall visual, click here ! etienne enjoys dressing up, give him a lil sweater vest and he’s beaming - he likes to look sharp, and a bit on the clean cut side. he can be a bit adventurous with his wardrobe, but definitely loves a splash of color. on the other side he his more casual looks are a jeans ( flare, skinny, cord ?! the options are endless ), a fun lil graphic tee to spice things up ( he prefers the more ridiculous ones ), and a jacket ?! he’s looking sharp, def won’t be wearing the same thing twice.

what’s a quote that describes your character?

— “ It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. ” ― Theodore Roosevelt

why did you choose your character’s song?  

— etienne has wide range of music taste, having bounced around growing up, he’s had various influences and exposures when it comes to what he enjoys listening to when he’s on his own. he really took a nose dive into rock music when he was practicing and developing his hockey skills - enjoy being on the ice and listening to / mentally playing back a power guitar riff doing a game. overall, rock music is the genre that he finds the most “ fun “ and he can be caught, embarrassingly so, doing his own little variations of air guitar. but he really fell in love with eddie van halen and truly believes he’s one of the best guitarists of all time, so van halen is one of his fav karaoke songs - not only to sing, but to simply act out.

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January 27, 2021: The Raid: Redemption (2011)

So, uh...I’ve switched things up a touch. Originally, I was going to do Lindy West’s suggestion today, but...no. No, I need something good to pick me up from yesterday’s disappointment. So, we move from the United States to a country with far, FAR less movies: Indonesia.

The country of over 17,000 islands hasn’t exactly made a lot of films, but their film industry does exist. I might look more into these films someday, but the one film that EVERYBODY recommends is Gareth Evans’ The Raid: Redemption. And no, Gareth isn’t an INdonesian name; it’s a Welsh name for a Welsh director best known for his Indonesian films. Interesting, innit?

See, Evans was hired to direct a film about the Indonesian martial art type, pencak silat. One of the specialists he filmed was Iko Uwais, who was a deliveryman at the time. Together, the two made the movie Merantau in 2009, and it was a big success in Indonesia. So, the two reunited for another film.

And hopefully, that film will leave me more satisfied than The Expendables did. Shall we? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

The day begins as a policeman, Rama (Iko Uwais), prays, spars aggressively with a training bag, and says goodbye to his pregnant wife (Fikha Effendi). His father (Henky Solaiman) is also there, and he promises to “get him back.” Don’t know who “him” is, so I’m intrigued.

In a truck, 20 SWAT agents, Rama included, are being briefed on an upcoming raid of a building that would appear to be a crime hotel run by drug lord Tama (Ray Sahetapy). While raids have been attempted before, none have been particularly successful. This time, however, they pledge to take down as many people as humanly possible, and clean up the city of Jakarta as a result.

The agents, led by Jaka (Joe Taslim) and Wayhu (Pierre Gruno), stand below the massive concrete apartment building, and creep their way into it. They split into two groups: one takes out a guard, and goes in through one entrance. The other encounters Gofar (Iang Darmawan), an innocent tenant with a sick wife upstairs. Hothead Bowo grabs and threatens him, before being told off by Rama.

Rama promises to get the man to his wife and apartment safely, and the group goes in. The raid’s begun as they begin arrests of everybody in the building, floor-by-floor. They make it to the sixth floor, where they encounter a child in a hallway. They fail to calm the child down, and he runs to warn a friend...and is then shot in the neck by Wahyu. This movie just killed a kid, guys. Holy shit. 

The second kid raises a building-wide alarm, and now EVERYBODY knows that the police are here, including Tama and his two lieutenants, Andi (Donny Alamsyah) and Mad Dog (Yahan Ruihan). And now, all hell breaks loose.

Tama’s reinforcements arrive, and take out the officers RUTHLESSLY. One guy single-handedly takes back the fifth floor, and the SWAT truck is shot up as well. Snipers take out officers on the outside and in windows. And as our remaining officers start to realize this, Tama makes an announcement over the comms, announcing both the SWAT team’s position and free rent in the apartment building for those who take them out. Yeah, they’re FUCKED.

What’s even worse is that nobody knows that this team is there, according to Wahyu, which means that there are no reinforcements coming. Also affirms my suspicions that Wahyu is a SHITTY cop, holy shit. And as I’m thinking that, with all of the men in a dark stairwell…

HOLY FUCK!!! Tama’s men above, SWAT below, trading gunfire and picking each other off like a close-up trench war! The only light during the fight is from their muzzle fire! This is...amazing, oh my God.

Tama and his guys are watching from cameras all the while, and Tama seems to know Wahyu, and how shitty a cop he is. He gives the order: wipe them out, and destroy any evidence they were here. Nobody will know. Nice one, Wahyu; nice one. The SWAT team narrowly escapes into a room, only to be greeted by gunfire from the outside. Trapped again, Rama comes up with a solution: get to the floor below by chopping through the floor with an axe! FUCK YES.

And the action doesn’t stop there! They get ambushed in that room, and use the axe to defend themselves, as well as fighting and guns. At one point, the criminals come in through the floor above, and a guy catches one in mid-fall, and THROWS HIM THROUGH A WINDOW WHAT

And then, AND FUCKING THEN, they put a tank of compressed flammable gas in an empty fridge, shove it against the door, throw a FUCKING GRENADE IN THERE, AND BLOW THE FRIDGE THROUGH THE GUYS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

WHOOOOOOOO I’M BACK BABY THIS FUCKIN’ RULES

Tama, frustrated at the damage and loss of his men, sends Andi and Mad Dog to take care of the situation. Meanwhile, a scarce handful of officers are left, including Rama, Bowo, Jaka, Wayhu, Dagu (Eka Rahmadia) (whom I haven’t yet had cause to mention), and about three more officers have survived.

Rama and Bowo make their way to the 7th floor, where Rama hopes to leave the badly injured Bowo with the tenant from earlier. Rama fights off, just...SO many gang members, allegedly pulling no punches (allegedly because he totally does, if you look at the fights), and eventually makes it to Gofar’s door. Despite his sick wife and reluctance to help, he agrees to take them in. Tama’s men barge in, looking for the men, who are hiding within a hidden wall compartment. And that’s when…

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FUCKIN’ RAD AS HELL

But Andi, another of Tama’s men, is headed down to take care of this mess. On the elevator down, he TAKES OUT TWO OF HIS COLLEAGUES, WHAT?!? OK, some questions to resolve here, but I’m sure we’ll get to it. Rama leaves to find the others, and immediately gets into another fight. He throws a man down a staircase at one point.

Ow. OW. Just when he’s cornered by sword-boy and more goons, we get yet another Rama hallway fight, this one much more authentic-feeling, damn! And it ends with Rama tackling a dude out of a window, FALLING WITH HIM ONTO A FIRE ESCAPE, AND DIVING INTO ANOTHER APARTMENT LIKE A GODDAMN CHAMPION

And unlike other stereotypical action protagonists, he’s not exactly OK after all this. He stumbles about, hallucinates a little for good measure, and almost passes out until found by...someone he knows. The “him” from earlier perhaps? Iiiiiiinteresting.

Back to the other SWAT agents, finally! Holed up in an apartment, Wayhu writes off Rama and Bowo as dead. Jaka ain’t exactly happy about this comment, or with Wayhu. We now find out that this mission isn’t sanctioned by the police, hence no reinforcements. Additionally, Wayhu may not be on the up-and-up, as it’s implied that he may be a corrupt cop. Jaka, tired of his bullshit, gathers the men to go find their colleagues.

Not that that lasts very long, because Mad Dog ambushes them literally as soon as they open the door. Holding Jaka at gunpoint, he guides him back into the apartment, where the two fight. Oh, and this one’s GOOD. It’s REAL good, holy shit.

Cool as it is, though, it represents the end for Jaka, and Mad Dog snaps his neck, and he’s gone. Damn. HELL of a fight, though. Mad Dog’s doing well, but how about Andi?

Well, Andi’s the guy who took Rama, and yes, he’s the “him” that Rama mentioned to their father. That’s right, THEIR father, because Andi’s his brother. They bond and catch up, and while they do clearly love each other, they’re also estranged, due to their differing paths in life. But Rama signed up for this mission SPECIFICALLY to get Andi back home, to their father. Andi refuses, and tells Rama to leave before he gets killed. Rama also refuses, not wanting to abandon his colleagues to the gang. And so, they part ways.

We’re down to four now: Rama, Wayhu, Bowo, and Dagu. Rama proposes going for Tama, the location of whom the corrupt Wayhu already knows. Just like how Tama knows that Andi is a traitor, having saved Rama. Tama stabs Andi in the hand, and questions him on who Rama is, and the nature of their relationship. I’m sure it’ll end well for Andi.

Our three remaining non-injured cops take out a drug lab in the building, where we get some more good fight choreography, and the reason that Dagu is here: he’s a pretty goddamn good fighter. And I know I’m breaking records for the number of videos in this one, but their fights are...just stellar.

Afterwords, Rama finds his brother being used as a human punching bag by Mad Dog. See here’s the thing about Mad Dog; he’s a brawler at heart. While he might use guns to kill or threaten people if he has to, he prefers to use his hands and feet. And now...it’s two on one. This gon’ be güd.

Wayhu and Dagu, meanwhile, corner Tama in his office. Whew, finally, good guys prevail.

AWWWWWWW, DAGU! We hardly knew ye! Literally, I’m not sure you did literally anything the whole movie, except for fight that one time, like 6 minutes ago. Wayhu holds up Tama at gunpoint, ordering him to get them out of there safely.

The fight between Mad Dog and the brothers is still happening, by the way, and it’s still awesome...despite the terrible sound editing during these fights. Yeah, I’ll get there in the Epilogue. This fight, though, is crazy. It’s incredibly difficult to track who exactly has the upper hand throughout, but eventually, Mad Dog reveals that it’s him. He locks Rama in the same stranglehold that killed Jaka...and then...I’m putting this fight in video right here, because the ending is amazing. THE WHOLE FIGHT IS AMAZING

After that’s all said and done, the brothers escape, and encounter Wayhu and Tama. Wayhu fires upon the brothers, fully turned traitor at this point. Tama tells Wayhu that there isn’t much hope for him anyway, especially as the person who ordered Wayhu to take the hit already told Tama that the raid was going to happen. No, this was never about Tama; Wayhu was the target all along, as they sent him there to die.

Not that it matters, as he kills Tama regardless. Realizing that he doesn’t have much better luck outside of the building at this point, he tries to do the same to himself, only to finally be out of bullets. WHOOF.

It’s over. With Andi’s help, they get evidence against Tama and all of the corrupt cops that he dealt with, retrieve Bowo, and leave the building. Andi stays behind, once again stating that this is where he belongs. The brothers part ways once again.

And THAT...was The Raid: Redemption. GOD. DIGGITY. DAMN. EPILOGUE.

[moshymosh]

The Switch pt 10

A/N: This part is a heart jerker Im sorry please forgive me everyone

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Summary: One woman’s dream and one man’s drunken mistake. Will things turn out ok or will things go downhill

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Y/N sighed as she continued to set out the food in her kitchen for Monet's party. Her thoughts were turning against her with Bucky's response last night.

Once the part was going, Bucky walked in, smiling at his daughter playing in the living room with her other toddler friends. Bucky looked around as she walked towards the sound of Y/N's voice. Once he reached her, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Hey."

Y/N smiled up at him. "Hey." She turned her cheek to him when she saw him leaning in.

Bucky pulled back and looked down at his feet. "Can we talk about last night, I couldn't sleep, the energy thing."

Y/N put her hands up and shook her head. "Bucky, No, can we just forget about that?"

Bucky shook his head. "It's worth talking about because it's something-"

Bucky was cut off by Nathan stepping up beside Y/N and sliding his arm around her shoulder, Y/N slid her hand on Natha's back. "Bucky, you remember Nathan?"

Bucky nodded and shook Nathan's outstretched hand. Bucky smiled at him sarcastically before looking at Y/N. "Where's the gift table?" He asked her, holding up a present in his hands.

"It's over there."  Y/N said as she pointed to a table in the corner of the living room that was piled with gifts for the birthday girl. Bucky nodded at her instruction and went to go put his gift down. After he put his gift down, he leaned against the wall beside Steve, watching Y/N laughing at something Nathan said. Bucky growled lowly, but Steve still heard it.

"Jealous much?" Steve asked as he looked at the grumbling man beside him, only receiving a grunt in response.

All of a sudden, a high pitched wail rang out in the apartment, causing Y/N, Nathan, and Bucky to all turn to the source. Seeing a mother grab her child who was playing with Monet. Monet continued to cry, Nathan, who joined by Y/N quickly rushed to the girl. Nathan kneeled down in front of Monet, trying to soothe the girl.

Y/N looked at the mother who pulled her child away from Monet. "What happened?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't know."

Y/N gave her steely look, tilting her head to the side at the thought that this woman had the audacity to lie to her. "Monica, you suck at lying, so tell me what happened."

Monica trembled at her steely tone of voice. "Jessica threw one of Monet's toys at her, and it hit her in the face." She said, her voice getting softer as she finished speaking.

"Get out." Was all Y/N said to the woman, turning to see Monet pull away from Nathan and running to Bucky with open arms. "Daddy!" Monet cried as Bucky leaned down and scooped up the toddler when she was in range.

Everyone was quiet for a moment before the party continued on. Everyone seemed to walk on eggshells around Y/N for the rest of the party.

Bucky helped clean up from the party. Y/N avoided last night's conversation at all costs. Once they were finished, they went their separate ways for the night.

Over the next two weeks, Y/N and Nathan went on several more dates. Nathan invited Y/N to come with him for a weekend trip up to his family's cabin in New Jersey.

Bucky was lounging on his bed, trying to find something to watch on TV when Y/N called him. "Hello?" He answered when he turned off the TV.

"Hey, James, sorry to call you this late, but there's something I need you to do for me. I'm stuck at Nathan's cabin in New Jersey, and I can't get a ride till the morning." Y/N explained.

Bucky chuckled to himself. "Of course, Y/N anything for your doll."

Y/N giggled at his use of the word doll. "You might retract that once you do what I need." Y/N sighed. "Monet is staying with one of her friends from daycare, But I just got off the phone with the girl's mother and Pepper. Her friend's mother said she has lice, so she's bringing Monet back home. Pepper is bringing the stuff you need to treat it, you got a pen ready?"

Y/N began to explain what to do as Bucky wrote them down. Once Monet and the supplies arrived, he began to do as instructed, once he put Monet to bed, he called Y/N again when the little girl put up a fight on going to bed.

"Bucky? What's wrong?" Y/N asked sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you, but Monet won't go to sleep." Bucky said softly in the doorway to Monet's bedroom.

"Ugh, she hasn't done that for a while. Ok, put me on speaker so she can hear me. When I'm done, she will be asleep, so just tuck her in and make sure you take the baby monitor." Y/N said on the other end of the line.

Bucky nodded and put his phone on speaker. "Ok, she can hear you."

Y/N sighed and cleared her throat, once Bucky heard her began to sing, he felt time stand still.

"Hush now, my baby, be still love, don't cry.

  Sleep as you're rocked by the stream.

  Sleep and remember my last lullaby.

  So, I'll be with you when you dream."

Y/N hummed softly to give herself a breath.

"River, oh river, flow gently for me.

  Such precious cargo you bear.

  Do you know somewhere where he can be free?

  River, deliver him there."

Y/N hummed again, the intramental part from memory. Bucky smiled at the sound and looked over at Monet, who was smiling, dreamily at his phone.

"Brother, you're safe now and safe may you stay.

For I have a prayer, just for you.

Grow baby brother, come back someday.

Come and deliver us too."

Y/N finished singing, causing Bucky to look at his phone, then he looked back at the now sleeping Monet. Bucky tucked her in and grabbed his phone and the baby monitor before he walked to the living room. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" She asked sleepily, smiling softly at the sound of his voice.

"Where have you been hidin' that voice doll? Also, where's that song from?" Bucky asked, sitting on the coffee table the fear of lice getting to him.

Y/N giggled softly. "I've always had the voice, just never sang in front of people before. The song is from the movie The Prince of Egypt. Monet, fell asleep when that song came on, so I've always used it." Y/N said.

Bucky knows she's tired so he told her to go to bed, Bucky went to sleep after the call ended.

Y/N walks into her apartment the next morning to see Bucky with a clear shower cap on his head. Obviously giving himself a lice treatment, talking to a babbling Monet in a highchair as he made pancakes. Bucky looked over to see a smiling Y/N leaning against the counter.

"Hey!" Bucky said, causing Monet to look at her mother.

"Mommy! Dada pancks." She said happily, making grabby hands at Y/N who walked over to pick her up.

"I see that, my little Monkey." Y/N said as she pressed a kiss to Monet's head.

Y/N walked over to the playpen in the living room and placed Monet in it before she turned and headed back to the kitchen with Bucky.

"Cute look." Y/N said, pointing to his shower cap as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Bucky chuckled. "Oh, this-" He said, gesturing with his spatula. "I was starting to feel itchy, so I used a little of the shampoo."

Y/N chuckled. "You don't have lice, and I really thank you. Thanks for taking care of her."

Bucky plated the last pancake and smiled at her. "Yeah, you're welcome. How was that weekend?"

Y/N leaned against the counter, taking a drink of her coffee. "It was good, it was really beautiful. It's quiet, It's on the lake. Were going in like two weeks and taking Monet."

Bucky looked down at the floor to hide his disappointment. "Wow, it's getting serious, huh?"

Y/N nodded, taking another drink to also hide her own disappointment. "We're actually talking about maybe moving in together sometime." Y/N looked up at Bucky, who was about to say something. "Don't! Don't ruin this for me."

Y/N got up from her leaning stance and stormed to her bedroom to put her stuff away. Bucky checked on Monet, seeing her playing with her toys before he followed after Y/N.

"He started the year married to someone else. Look, he's obviously going through some crap, and maybe he doesn't realize it, but it looks like he might be using you and Money to cushion the blow." Bucky said as he walked after her.

Y/N turned around and glared at him. "You know for a second I actually that thought that you'd changed, but you haven't. I'm trying to move on with my life, and you are exactly the same. The truth is, I'm actually happy." She lied, so what, sue her. It's not like he would know.

Bucky looked at her. "Are you?"

"Yes!" Y/N nodded furiously. "Nathan is a good guy. At least I'm trying to let someone in, you should try it sometime." Y/N turned around. "Just leave, James. Just leave."

Bucky felt his heart drop at her use of his first name, more so than before, with a sigh he turned around. Once he reached the living room, he saw Monet making grabby hands at him, he smiled at her sadly before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Not now, baby girl." He said sadly before walking to the elevator.

"Daddy!" Money cried as the elevator doors closed on him, he felt his heart break, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself cry.

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Tags: @vgiselle​

[ladylillianrose]

You’ve Got SPRQS a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke Fanfiction

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting!

The song this time is "I'm Into Something Good" by Herman's Hermits, Listen to it here https://youtu.be/MDUCOwp1p60

Thanks to aubreyrichman for her beta work (if you haven't checked out our collaboration "Extraordinarily Star-Crossed, you should do it now!)

Someday I shall return the characters to Austin Winsberg, but today is not that day!

Summary: Movie night and Zoey makes a decision

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Zoey raced around her apartment trying to make sure everything was ready before Max arrived. 

Her watch buzzed, there was a new message from Billy. 

“I’ve got another song for you....if you want to hear it.”

If she wanted to hear it? The last one had inspired dreams of his talented fingers running teasingly along her body, causing her to wake up flushed and aroused. She hadn’t told him that...yet...

“Of course I want to hear it! Though I may go MIA for a bit, I have a friend coming over soon.”

“Oh well, I don’t want to disrupt your night…”

Zoey groaned out loud, was he trying to torture her?

“If you don’t send it to me now, I’ll be too focused on anticipating it that I won’t be able to enjoy my night.”

“As m’ lady commands ;)”

She glanced at the time, she had fifteen minutes before Max said he’d be there, plenty of time to give it a listen. She pressed play with a grin on her face, the song was much more playful and upbeat than the previous one. Just like last time, he had thoughtfully included the lyrics.

Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine

There's somethin' special on my mind

Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah

Somethin' tells me I'm into something good (Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

She's the kind of girl who's not too shy

And I can tell I'm her kind of guy

She danced close to me like I hoped she would (she danced with me like I hoped she would)

Somethin' tells me I'm into something good (Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

We only danced for a minute or two

But then she stuck close to me the whole night through

Can I be fallin' in love

She's everything I've been dreamin' of

She's everything I've been dreamin' of

I walked her home and she held my hand

I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand

So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could

(I asked to see her and she told me I could)

Somethin' tells me I'm into something good (somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin', ahhh)

I walked her home and she held my hand

I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand

So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could

(I asked to see her and she told me I could)

Somethin' tells me I'm into something good (somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

Somethin' tells me I'm into something good (somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

To something good, oh yeah, something good (somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

To something good, something good, something good

Zoey had a giddy smile on her face as the song finished. She wondered if he was saying something about having "met" her with his song choice. She wanted to ask him, but felt nervous, she was enjoying their conversations and she didn't want to push him too much.

She could hear voices in her head that sounded suspiciously like Joan and Mo.

"What are you waiting for. child? It is a dating app!" Mo's voice said.

"This is meant for you to put yourself out there, take risks! Not shyly glance at one another across the table, or coyly pass notes in study hall!" Joan's voice scolded. 

"Ooh, see, I knew I liked you," Mo's voice told Joan.

There was a knock at the door. 

"I hear you loud and clear! If I do it, will you leave me alone?!" 

Zoey opened the door to reveal Max, looking at her very confused.

"Umm, Zo? We can reschedule if this is a bad time."

"What? No of course not…oh that…." She laughed nervously, gesturing for him to come in. "I was just yelling at David on the phone. He was asking me to take Peter to a playdate they arranged for him this weekend because both he and Emily have to put in some overtime at work…." It was only a half-lie, David had texted her earlier in the day asking if she would, she just hadn't gotten back to him.

"Oh well, I can go with you if you want. I know the whole small talk with people isn't really your thing." Max offered as he got the movie ready for them.

Zoey felt her stomach flutter at his offer. "Really? You'd come along with me on a boring infant playdate, and talk to people you don’t know, just so I don’t have to?"

Max grinned at her, "Well yeah, what are friends for?"

Right...friends, just friends….best friends even….nothing more. She realized that brain Mo and brain Joan were right, she was done waiting.

"That would be great! My very own knight in shining armor," she teased, smiling at him.

"You and I both know I prefer the casting classes," he quipped.

Zoey giggled and headed to the kitchen to make the popcorn.

She took a deep breath and typed out a message and hit send before she could chicken out.

"I think we're definitely into something good here."

Max couldn’t wipe the grin off his face after he got that message from Red. Even though they had only just started messaging one another, there was undeniably a connection between the two of them. Something between them just clicked, it reminded him of how he and Zoey had been when they first met.

“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t intentionally picked that song.”

Zoey came in carrying their popcorn and saw him smiling at his watch. “What’s got you so happy?”

Max looked up quickly, “Nothing, just checking on some stuff for my project.”

Zoey furrowed her brow, she could tell he was hiding something, but since she was hiding something too she let him off the hook. “You get the movie set up?”

He nodded, they settled on the couch and he hit play.

Max was surprisingly less talkative than normal during the movie. Sure he still pointed out that the blonde guy was the wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper, and that Zoey would at least recognize the dulcet tones of Keith David if nothing else. Zoey nodded appropriately in response, and while both of them attempted to pay attention to the movie they were both too distracted thinking of their online connection.

The credits rolled and they sat there in silence, neither of them willing to admit they hadn’t really been watching the movie.

The light flicked on and revealed Mo standing there grinning at them.

He gestured for Zoey to move over and sat between the two of them.

"If it isn't two of my favorite fashion-challenged people."

Zoey shook her head, refusing to rise to the bait. "What's up Mo?"

"I just wanted to hear how things went with your musician last night. Were there thoughts of his fingers?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Zoey shook her head, frantically gesturing to Mo to stop.

"What?" Max asked confused, looking at Zoey.

"Oh yes," Mo turned to Max to explain. "I was telling Zo-Bear yesterday, musicians have very talented hands and fingers….actually, do you play any instruments, Max? Your hands…"

"OKAY!" Zoey stood up quickly, cutting Mo off. "Can I talk to you, please?" She quickly headed to the kitchen without waiting for an answer. 

Mo raised his eyebrows at Max who shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Max doesn't know anything about SPRQS," Zoey hissed as Mo entered the kitchen.

Mo just looked at her, confused.

"I was just keeping it quiet for now, just in case things don't work out," she admitted.

Mo shook his head, "So, you'll tell me, But not your best friend?"

"I don't know, I just feel a little embarrassed. I can't explain it." She hadn't admitted it to Mo but she'd started falling for Max about a month ago. She'd barely admitted it to herself. But, Max had made it clear that they were friends and just that. So, she was moving on, and right now she wanted as few people to know as possible. She'd tell Max eventually….

"Whatever, although now we have to think of something to tell Max."

Zoey sighed, "I'll figure something out."

Mo took his leave, gesturing to Zoey that they were not done talking about this.

Zoey sat back down with a sigh. 

"Do I even want to know what that was about?" Max asked.

Zoey shook her head. "Mo was teaching me more about music so he sent me some videos to watch. Mostly some famous piano guy who he thinks is hot."

Max nodded, "Oh, okay. Random."

She chuckled, "You're telling me."

"I should probably head home. Ollie will be wondering where I've disappeared to," Max said, rising from the couch.

"Sweet Ollie. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever," Zoey smiled.

"You'll have to come by soon, then. I know he misses you, you're the only one who falls for all his tricks and gives him treats no matter what." Max laughed and shook his head.

"I can't help it, he just looks at me with those big brown eyes and I just melt," Zoey admitted.

"He knows who the pushover is."

"Oh, because you certainly have never spoiled him."

"I would never," Max gasped dramatically. 

Zoey laughed and smacked his arm playfully. "You and I both know that's not true. You spoil him worse than I do!"

Max grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Like you said, he looks at you and you melt."

Max grabbed the movie and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Zoey nodded and gave Max a hug goodbye, her arms lingering slightly as she lost herself in the feeling.

She pulled back reluctantly and closed the door behind him.

She sighed and looked down at her watch. She decided to really put herself out there, and sent a message to Billy. 

"How do you feel about us meeting in person?" 

[txtdiaries]

Dear No One - One Shot

SUMMARY | All your life, it always felt like something was missing. Every single day, in every action you did and in every place you went, it just always felt off. But maybe, just maybe, you aren’t the only one feeling this way...

PAIRING | Soobin X Reader

CATEGORY | soulmate au, distance, sadness, loneliness.

WORD COUNT | 2.6k

WARNINGS | none

SONG REC | Dear No One - Tori Kelly

I like being independent Not so much of an investment No one to tell me what to do

From a young age, you had always been on your own. From childhood to adulthood, it had always been that way. It wasn’t all bad, though, it was just something you got used to over time. It aided your independence, made you work hard and focus on things you needed to work on, and made you stronger. It was easy to get things done without distractions, and while all the other kids on the playground played tag with their crushes, or sat in the grass sharing secret pecks with eachother, you were inside, nosed buried in a book.

Being on your own was simple. No one controlling you, or annoying you with their demands. It was easy.

It was lonely sometimes, of course it was, but it was easy to push the feeling aside when you got older. When the longing feeling started getting easier to recognize, when it got easier to dismiss it.

It got easy to ignore it, but it was never easy to forget it.

I like being by myself Don't gotta entertain anybody else No one to answer to

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Your best friend asks you from the doorway a final time, watching you cross-legged on your bed, texbooks sprawled out in front of you.

“I’m sure.” You say, still highlighting a passage from your literature book.

“But... it’s the winter dance. And I heard Mark’s gonna be there!” She squeals, fixing her shiny lip gloss in her tiny phone screen reflection. It was just a middle school dance, and you could see right through it’s false appeal.

You just shake your head. You knew the feeling all too well. The guilt, the feeling of rejecting boys because as much as you tried, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t be with them. Because, at the end of the day, it never felt right. They weren’t it. Nothing more to say about it.

“I hope you have a nice time,” You give your friend a small smile, “Slow dance with Mark for me.”

Your best friend gives you a sad look and then she’s off, brightly colored outfit flashing through the doorway. Your gaze lingers on where she just was, and then it drops back down to your work, your heart shattering noiselessly in your chest simultaneously. 

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me the jacket when its cold Got that young love even when we're old

“What are we doing to celebrate passing the calculus test?” Your best friend of countless years asks you, turning left down her street a bit harshly. She had barely passed her drivers test and was still learning that you were supposed to break before turning. It was a work in progress. The ache in your shoulder from being thrown against the inside of the car door countless times reminded you of that.

“Dunno, we can do whatever,” You answered honestly, “Maybe a movie night-”

“Oh my god, why is Mark in my driveway?” She shrieks excitedly, braking extremely hard before throwing the car in park, stumbling out of the car before you’re even able to catch your breath.

You watch from inside of the car, that familiar feeling growing inside of you all at once. Just when you think it may be gone - it returns - unwelcome and frothing at the mouth.

Their words are muffled, but you don’t need to hear them in order to know what is going on. 

They’re happy. 

They’re all wide smiles and entangled limbs as they pull eachother closer, and for a second you wonder if it’s supposed to be like that. Like loving someone so much you can’t physically stand to be apart from them that much. Like it’d kill to even be an inch apart. You wonder if that’s what it would be like for you.

You watch them kiss from inside the car, and you can physically feel the difference in atmosphere. You watch quietly as your best friend kisses her boyfriend, the one she’s able to confidently call hers after liking since the early age of twelve, before pushing the feeling down relentlessly. 

Without another word you step out of the car and walk past them, muttering a, “I’ll see you at school.” Before you’re gone.

But the thing is - you’ve already been miles away. Even when you were in the car with your best friend, and even when you’re right next to her. Because that’s always what you are. Far far away.

Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you till the end

“You aren’t going to find a boyfriend by sitting inside and reading romance novels all day,” Your best friend comments, putting the finishing touches on her mascara before fixing her hair in your bedroom mirror, “Just saying.”

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes, and instead lock your gaze on the passage you’re reading.

“You already know how I feel about relationships.” You say quielty, not looking up.

She slings her jacket over her shoulders. Black leather, color matching the short, tight dress she adorns over her thin figure.

“If I’m going to get Mark to take me back, he needs to see that I’m happy without him,” She explains, even though you didn’t ask, “Then he’ll realize what he’s missing.”

“Have you tried talking to him?” You ask, eyes still scanning the lines of the book in your hands.

“Are you seriously trying to give me relationship advice like that, especially when you’ve never even-” You cut her words off.

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, finally snapping your book shut.

Your friend shakes her head at you before grabbing her purse.

“Well, I know what I’m doing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says before exiting the room quickly. You hear her car roar to life and pull out of the drive way after a little bit, and the pounding of her music grows more and more muffled as she gets farther away, the sound finally dissappearing after she pulls away from the street.

You take a look at the book in your hands, and the dread claws its’ way up your throat.

Before you know it, you’re using all of the force you can muster to throw the book across the room, feeling your heart snap in two.

Without a second thought, you turn your lamp off and bury yourself under your piles of blankets, shutting your eyes tightly.

Because that’s how it goes. This feeling you’ve grown to resent. What was once an aid in helping you achieve things you needed to, now latched onto you, like an annoying scar or weights attached at the ankles. This was your burden to carry, and no one could help you. Not even yourself. It was your life sentence - a life without love. A life of longing. It was yours, and nobody else’s. You could wish that it didn’t have to be this way, that maybe timing was just wrong, but you knew better. You always knew better. So instead, you did nothing. 

Nothing but lay there, tears streaking down your face silently, as despair resonates in the pit of your stomach, sending you down a dark, spiraling hole, causing you to wonder if you’ll ever be able to surface again. 

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone

“College is the time for new beginnings!” Your mother cheers as she watches you pile your belongings into your small, old car on your own. 

You nod at her gently, giving her a gentle smile, “I’ll make sure to call every other day.”

She wipes at her eyes and pulls you in for a tight hug, “Just update me when you can. And don’t live in your dorm room either, make some friends!”

I have friends, you wanted to say, but singular does not count as plural, so you choose to nod at her instead, agreeing to empty promises before her very eyes. 

In a whirlwind of emotion, and a lot of tears, you’re on the road, merging onto the freeway.

The radio plays softly, and the lyrics resonate deeply within your chest. You let out a long sigh and sing along to the lyrics, trying to ignore just how empty the passenger seat next to you looks and feels, almost mocking you silently.

Because what else could you do? All you really had was yourself in these moments, you knew that by now.

You sing along, a single tear falling down your cheek.

“Cause when the time is right You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song.”

I don't really like big crowds I tend to shut people out I like my space, yeah

“It’s one party,” Your roommate of two weeks explains, looking down at you pleadingly, “It could be fun?”

You run a hand through your hair and yawn tiredly, “Thank you for the offer but parties and me? We don’t mix.” 

She gives you a sad smile and nods understandingly.

“I have my key so don’t worry about waiting up. Have a good night.”

And then she’s gone. Leaving you alone, with the softness of your music flowing through the small dorm room. 

College will be different, you tell yourself, as if it hasn’t already started yet.

It will be different. It has to be. Or else, what are you going to do?

But I'd love to have a soul mate And God will give him to me someday And I know it'll be worth the wait

Of course you got asked out at first, everyone did. Everyone you talked to did. And some people took up the offers, your roommate especially. She was classified as a social butterfly, and it showed. 

Spending nights in was your thing, and spending nights out was hers. And that was fine. It was fine. Neither of you minded the other, and you had a stable friendship. You just had different habits.

“So who’s your date tonight?” You ask curiously, furiously typing on your laptop to complete the essay that was due the next time you had your literature class. You spot her in the mirror, applying a thick layer of eyeliner, before your eyes find your screen again.

“Some guy who got set up by his friend, “ She chuckles, “It’s a blind date. His friend told me that he needed to see someone or else he’d go crazy. His words, not the date’s.”

You nod at her words, barely listening as you focus on your word structure for the essay. You did think it was nice that the friend was trying to set his friend up at least. You hoped your roommate had fun. After a few more minutes of the two of you exchanging small talk, she slipped her coat on and gave herself one last look in the mirror.

“What’s his name?” You ask, finally saving your essay as you look over at her.

“Huh?”

“The blind date. Don’t you have to know his name to know who he is?”

“Oh right,” She shakes her head, “Soobin. His name’s Soobin.”

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone Cause when the time is right

You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song

“Worst date of my life.” Your roommate groans into her coffee cup, causing a library worker to glare her way. You grin at her before tilting your head. 

“That bad?”

“No, he wasn’t bad,” She explains, “We were just so different. Which is sad because he was cute. Like, cute, cute.”

You shrug at her, “Oh well, you’ll find a cuter guy who you actually relate too and it’ll be fine.”

She smiles at you and then catches sight of something in the distance. You furrow your brows.

“What, who is it-”

“No one.” She hisses, grabbing your arm to get you to look at her again before she hides her face.

You pull your hand back and try to hide your laughter. Your roommate was very over the top, and she had no problem showing it.

“I need to go look for a book for my lit class, I’ll be back.” You announce, your laughter finally dying down.

“Hurry please, I wanna get outta here.” She answers back, slipping her phone out of her pocket. You nod and dissappear down one of the aisles quickly. 

The shelves are piled high with hundreds of books, and the quietness that engulfs you is calming. 

It is moments like this that you appreciate. No miserable feeling - no lonely feeling. If anything it feels lighter in this moment than you can ever remember it feeling, which is new, but you don’t dare question it.

Sometimes, when it’s not as heavy, you can almost tolerate it. The thought of being alone for the rest of your life. Granted, the distractions you need to keep the emotions down are endless, almost obsessive, but it’s better than the alternative. Being utterly and completely alone.

Because no one wants that. Not even you.

With your newfound peace, and a small grin on your face, you reach up to grab a book from one of the shelves, fingers barely grazing it.

“Oh!” A deep voice let’s out, and suddenly you’re losing your balance and falling to the right.

“I-”

“I’m sorry!” The deep voice apologizes quickly, grabbing your wrist to stable you.

Dear no one No need to be searching, no

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” You say suddenly - and then your words are stolen from your lips, forcefully pulled from your mind.

The boy, now directly in front of you, is still holding onto your wrist, and for a second you think that maybe he’s got something wrong with him or maybe something on him because he’s touching your skin and it is tingling under his touch. And that can’t be normal.

You look down to see nothing but long slender fingers holding onto you and then back up. The boy notices and retracts his hand, covering his face in embarrassment.

“I didn’t see you, I really am sorry.” He says quietly, round glasses reflecting the bright lights above the two of you as soon as he lets his hands drop from his face. His eyes are a dark brown behind the frames, and you look down for a moment.

Your heart is beating in your chest, against your ribcage agonizingly, and you don’t know what to say.

Because you don’t know what is happening.

You study the way the boy’s dark hair covers his forehead when you look back up, and his dimples curve into his cheek deeply as he bites his lip nervously. 

And in that moment, somehow, everything clicks.

This boy in front of you, the feeling of his touch still lingering on your skin.

It feels like he’s been like this, facing you for your whole life, and you don’t know how it’s ever been any different.

You blink multiple times in shock, and he’s staring at you like he knows what you both do, like he feels the exact same thing.

“I’m Soobin.” He says briskly, like it’s the only thing he needs to say in the moment, even though you didn’t ask for his name.

“Y/N.” You mutter, staring into his eyes.

He nods softly, knowingly, at your words.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, and then horror flashes in his eyes as if he’s just heard his confession.

He knows. He definitely knows.

Because soulmates always know. And this isn’t any different.

“It is,” You say before he can overthink it too much, and because your heart is pounding so fast you feel like you need to say something before you combust.

“Finally.”

Dear no one This is your love song