#I AM CHILDISHLY STOMPING MY FEET AND YELLING THAT I WANT MORE!!!

[welcometogrouchland]

MEOWS SO FUCKING LOUD

[ID: a blurry image of a small white kitten with sad eyes meowing into a microphone. End ID]

Me @ you rn

[timextoxhajima]

Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 1 - Frankenstein

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

Taglist: @hyunvelies​

“We buried you.”

The feast before Kim Jang Won is absolutely stunning. Lemon meringue tarts, strawberry smoothies (with actual strawberry bits in them), pancakes and freshly buttered croissants, a gorgeous transparent glass pot with the golden shade of chamomile tea and a beautiful tray of puffs and eclairs.

It would be even more stunning if it wasn’t her view every morning though.

“Hey, um, don’t we have like alternating menus or something for breakfast? I feel like I’m eating the same thing every morning now, it’s kinda getting tacky.”

“Miss Kim, I hope you know you’re the one who decides what the menu is. You chose this set like a week ago and you told us not to change it for the next two weeks.”

Jang Won sneers at her butler, arguably the only person on the property to has the guts to talk to her in a way that could get her fired.

“You’re lucky I can trust you.”

Ro Il Jung purses his lips into a thin white line, scratching his cheek with one of those knuckly, wrinkly-skin-covered fingers of his. “You seem to forget that I wanted to retire last year, Miss Kim.”

Jang Won huffs childishly, sticking her tongue out, now a gentle, thick shade of smoothie on her tongue. “I’ll let you retire when I find someone else I can trust, Mr Ro. It’s just too bad I don’t have anybody in mind right now.”

Mr Ro shakes his head like a parent disapproving of his child, but a house guard pulling the heavy doors of the entrance over accompanied by some urgent yelling tears his attention away from the owner of the mansion. 

Jang Won looks up from her butter and croissant, at Mr Ro, who excuses himself before heading for the entrance hall. 

“Sir,” He begins before he can even note the visitor. “If you could--”

“Mr Ro!”

Jang Won hears her butler’s words fade to a complete silent, only listening to their visitor talk. But it’s strange, because it’s a familiar voice...

Mr Ro cannot believe the sight before his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re still working here. It’s so great to see you again!” Then the visitor pulls Mr Ro into a hug, harshly patting the space between his shoulder blades. 

The lady of the house cannot take it anymore, not when she can’t eavesdrop on the conversation occurring in her own halls. So she gets up from the table, heels clacking against the marble floor as she heads into the entrance hall.

“Alright now, who’s got the guts to stop me in the middle of my French breakfast this morning?”

Mr Ro turns in silent shock, eyes wide and glaring while Jang Won processes the face of the visitor. 

The man hadn’t looked like he aged a day since he was--

“I’m sorry,” Jang Won scoffs, waving her beautifully done manicured fingernails in the air. “If this is some impractical joke, please do tell because my brain is just about to explode from the sight right now. Y’know,” She gestures to her head and mimics the sound of a bomb. 

“Jang Won...” The visitor strides towards her, arms wide. But she raises a palm and shifts backwards, a cautious half-smile mixed with a frown plastered to her flawless skin. 

“Not another step, nuh-uh,” Waving a finger before his nose, she shakes her head. “There is no way in Hell you can be standing here.”

“Oh, but I am, love,” Once a warm voice that sang her to sleep, Jang Won cannot decide if the tears in her eyes are welling from relief or fear. “I’m home.”

“No... no!” She slaps away his outstretched hands. “We... we buried you...”

“And I can only imagine what you’re feeling right now, my child, but... we have more important things to worry about.”

Mr Ro’s face is contorted with a mess of confusion and anxiety and he watches the first tears fall down Jang Won’s cheeks. 

“What...? ‘More important’-- No, how is anything more important than you... standing here?” The last word comes out like a final breath, at a volume just enough for him to hear. 

“I came bearing news, Jang Won. I-- Well...” He rubs the back of his head, eyes tilted down to his feet. “Because I’ve return to the board of administration now... part of the company now comes back to... me--”

What?

“And... you cannot inherit any part of the company unless you are married to someone from a family from the same administration board.”

Jang Won’s tears solidify into fumes of anger as the thought runs through her neurons. The middle aged man begins to panic when he can read the rage in her eyes, her fists now clenched and the markings of her rings probably embedded into the flesh of her palm. Her knuckles begin to turn white as does his face, ever so slightly.

“Now, now, love. I know what you’re thinking and we can sit down and have a chat about this--”

“‘Sit down and have a chat’?” Jang Won scoffs miserably, lower jaw hanging agape. “Why don’t we sit down and let me ask you whiCH SCIENTIST MADE YOU FRANKENSTEIN?!”

The hallways of the mansion echo the shouts, the sound waves bouncing back and forth between the marble walls mostly adorn with gorgeous, one-in-a-million paintings. 

“That’s not important now, hun. I just need you to understand that without this marriage, you will lose the house and everything you own from HERA & ARTEMIS.”

“I built HERA & ARTEMIS after you were fucking bURIED! Who are you to tell me that you will inherit it ownership and I can’t just because I’m not married?!”

“These were instructions from The Board, Jang Won. I had absolutely no say over this--”

“BULLSHIT! If you have the power to take ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS just because you climbed out of your own grave, why don’t you have the power to help m-- Oh, oh...” Jang Won frowns in disdain, disgust welling her lungs and her gut. 

“What?” His eyes widen and shoulders shrug.

“You came back just to tell me this... because you want HERA & ARTEMIS for yourself.”

“What-- No--”

"You... low-life... scumbag!" The sharp shatter of the glass cabinet behind him echoes through the entrance hall of the mansion. One of the palm-sized statues sitting on the table in the middle of the circular hall lands amongst the billion pieces of glass on the marble floor.

"You give me my freedom and now you tell me I have to get married?!" The final word is literally pushed through her teeth when she cannot clench her jaws even harder. The tremors vibrating up her fist and into her arm and then her entire body makes her look like a volcano ready to erupt, so if these people haven't gotten enough, they have yet to see what's in store.

"Just who the HELL do you think you are?!" Grabbing another one of those tiny statues, Jang Won throws it into the other glass door of the cabinet.

"Jang Won, will you calm down?!"

"Don't you DARE tell me to calm down! You waltz back into this house after GOD knows how long- Hell, we BURIED you!"

"There was a mistake of the body identification and frankly, I expected a warmer welcome from you!"

"HA! A ‘warmer welcome’?! What do you want me to do? Set the entire house on fire? Do you want me to? Because I will!" The man has his brows furrowed back, palms out stretched to her. The mansion staff have all gathered a safe distance around the two of them, Mr Ro and some of those closer to Jang Won trying their best to get to her and calm her nerves but there is just absolutely no way she isn’t going to hurl a brick at her father.

"I can't BELIEVE you're standing there as if you own this place," The muscles around Jang Won’s nose twitches as the frown sinks deeper into her forehead. "I want you to hear this mighty well and crystal clear. You may have been the one who gave me life, but you will never EVER be my dad.”

The huffs that are billowing out Jang Won’s nostrils are starting to hurt.

"There is not a single cent you're stepping on - or touching, for that matter - that belongs to you. The only reason why I haven't fucking put a bullet through your right eye is because I'd go to jail and every thing I've worked for would be thrown out the window.”

“Now, now, love, we can sit down and be civilized about this—”

“Fuck you,” The anger surges through her, and she picks up one more palm-sized statue from the blue resin table. The heavy bronze weight leaves her fingers, and before it can hit the slightly aged man, someone reaches out and catches it instead.

“What the HELL are you doing?!” The scream echoes through the hall of the mansion. Younghoon sighs heavily, hand retreating back to his side as he hands the statue to one of the house staff.

“You have no right to get involved in this—”

“Jang Won, let’s go,” Younghoon strides across the space and grabs her arm, back-facing his father and trying to pull her in the opposite direction. “We can talk about this in your office.”

“How are you thinking straight?! We BURIED him! We watched his coffin get lowered into—”

“I know! I was there!” His eyes flutter shut in frustration, shoulders raising as he sucks in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils. “There’s no point destroying your own property over this. We can carry out some investigations, figure out what really happened, then we’ll work from there.”

The grip on her arm tightens when her instincts try to writhe away from him, but obviously, he doesn’t relent.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth your time, or mine.”

He stares down at Jang Won, but it doesn’t scare her, not when she has a ghost standing right in the middle of some shattered mess. Not one cut on him.

Younghoon grimly shuts the door as Jang Won stomps over to her office desk and rests her palms flat against the Agar Wood surface. With a sharp, swift feat, she swipes nearly all the documents off the furniture. But when she misses the empty glass (that would usually be filled with some kind of alcohol or soda), she doesn't hesitate to pick it off the desk and propel it into the marble by the television mounted to the wall.

The shatter startles Younghoon as he whips around, eyes darting frantically between her and the mess she’s made.

"Jang Won!"

"Should I be concerned you don't seem one bit bothered that a dead man is standing in our living room - MY living room?"

"That dead man is our father."

"No, that dead man WAS our father before he ditched us! How are you not- UGH!"

Frustrated, furious and absolutely exasperate, she plops down into one of the two sofas sitting in the middle of the office, feet almost tempted to kick the frosted glass table in the middle but she holds herself back. Younghoon manages to get a few house staff into the room, who hurriedly help clear the glass and return the documents to the table. Fingers pressed into her temples, Jang Won could only imagine the gratification she could receive have if she had the chance to ram her first into someone's face.

Younghoon waits for the staff to leave, then stands by the sofa opposite her, one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair. The late morning sun reflects off his soft, dark brown locks when he absent-mindedly rubs the back of his head and he proceeds to unbutton his blazer to allow him a seat. The leather squeaks under his weight before he leans his elbows on his knees, knuckles resting under his lips and chin.

"Please tell me you're actually thinking and not just trying to look pretty. You're in my house now, not some studio photoshoot."

"I'm thinking about where to put a whole person for you."

"Don't bother, he's moved half his things into the first guestroom. He's probably holding a conductor's wand right now and asking the staff to help him with the second half."

"Have you called the funeral services?"

"And say what? 'Hey sir, have you... perhaps mis-screwed a coffin about 2 years back and now we might have a problem of a zombie'?"

"I'm just saying someone might've paid someone to replace the bodies!" Younghoon frowns, eyes stuck to the rug under his feet. "We don't know how it happened but someone MUST know, right?"

"I think your best bet is the asshole living down the hall now."

"He's not gonna budge, we both know that."

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, thanks for pointing out the obvious."

"I'm just trying to help. You need to stop your nonsensical whining and use your brain like how you used it to get all this money."

Jang Won picks up a pillow and hurls it into Younghoon. “You’re lucky you still stick around, else I’d have the both of you screwed over.”

Younghoon catches the pillow, holding it to his side. “The day I stop looking out for you is the day I die, alright? So you can be rest assured I’ll--”

“Miss Kim!” Mr Ro’s voice calls out from outside the office. 

“What is it, Mr Ro?” Younghoon turns and returns the call, head tilted towards the door. It croaks open, and Mr Ro’s eyes are tired, wary as he sticks his head in.

“Your father just left and... and I think you should see the news.” Mr Ro pushes past the heavy door and reaches for the remote sitting on the frosted glass. The television screen mounted above the fire place flickers on, and there it was, her father’s face.

“The Board has just confirmed the ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS will thus forth be returned to Kim Jo-Pil, father of Kim Jang Won, the current owner. Investigations as to Kim Jo-Pil’s supposed death two years ago are still ongoing.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“We’ll be-- Wha-- The Board’s just come in with some new information! Kim JO-Pil has announced a marriage between Kim Jang Won, current owner of HERA & ARTEMIS and Lee Juyeon, the next-in-line to becoming the next Director of Apple, South Korea.”

Younghoon’s eyeballs are about to bludgeon out of his eye sockets. “Jang Won... I know what you’re thinking... But don’t--”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!”

[amjcpvr]

Green Apple, Sadly.

“Green Apple for sure!” He calls out.

Guessing Skittle flavors is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my fucking life.

“Wrong!” I cackle and he continues to name the rest of the flavors, one after the other until he only has one choice left.

“Damn it, it was orange!” He cries and I laugh at him.

He scrunches his eyebrows at me, immediately bringing his competitiveness out. I smile, because this is definitely the Changbin I know.

He yells at me to close my eyes and I laugh before obeying and putting my palm out.

“If you get this right, I will say it’s wrong anyway,” he jokes, I hear the class go silent and he laughs nervously as he faces the professor.

“Haha, just kidding, guys, it was a joke,” I can’t help but to laugh because I can just see him fidgeting in his seat after suddenly being the center of attention.

“Grape!” I easily say as I swivel the small candy in my mouth. He groans and marks down another tally mark for the amount I got correct.

“Ten for ten!” I brag to him and he just rolls his eyes with a small smile.

I am about to place another skittle in his hand when he opens his mouth with his eyes closed.

“I think my sweaty palms are taking away the flavor, put it in my mouth!” He exclaims as he eagerly opens his mouth even wider.

My eyes widen and I tense up for a moment.

I have never felt this way before. My stomach begins feeling queasy and the back of my neck begins sweating like crazy.

I gulp and smile nervously.

I toss it into his mouth, carefully planning every angle so I don’t have to touch his lips.

“Strawberry?” He asks unsurely and looks at me with hopeful eyes.

I shake my head no with a big grin and he stomps his feet childishly.

He begins whining and I feel my chest squeeze. What was this feeling?

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“Hey! I’ve been meaning to introduce you two!” Changbin runs up to me and I smile the best I can because I already know what’s coming.

“This is her, babe,” He continues and the beautiful girl standing next to him smiles brightly. She’s everything he told me about.

I feel my lips shake and I clear my throat and try to compose myself.

I guess it’s my fault for working at a movie theatre.

“Nice to meet you! He literally never stops talking about you! Boy is whipped!” I try joking and it seems they both buy it.

They burst out into laughs and share a sweet kiss.

I hear someone clear their throat and their attention goes to my coworker now, Jisung. Who is also Changbin’s friend.

“Bro, order or get out of the line,” Jisung sternly says but Changbin takes no offense and instead laughs before ordering and I am finally free from that torture.

Why me?

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“Go team!” Someone sarcastically comments as they spot the baseball team walk by with their letterman’s jacket on. The school had organized a send off for their upcoming competition.

I keep my eyes wide as I search for the only guy I care for on the team. I start to get worried because he does not show up at all and almost the whole team has passed already.

Finally, I see him in the back walking with his girlfriend and Jisung. My smile shrinks visibly but I cannot take my eyes off of the sight anyway. He looks amazing in that jacket and he walks confidently, taking in his sudden moment of fame.

We meet eyes and he smiles widely. I want to look away but I can’t. It’s like he has bewitched me.

He raises a hand and waves it wildly. I send him a small smile and two thumbs up before mouthing out a ‘good luck’ and he responds with a loud ‘thanks’.

Something about that interaction is unmatchable to anything else. How was he able to spot me in such a huge crowd? Why did he reply to me when he was with his girlfriend?

He shouldn’t give me false hope.

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“They say you find your soulmate before you even turn 21,” he randomly comments as we sit beside each other studying.

“They say you should shut up and study,” I groan back. I am currently stressed with all these numbers and signs and this stupid calculator that has one too many functions.

“Do you think you’ve found yours?” He asks as he doodles around his notes, completely ignoring my words.

“I think you should study,” I repeat. I really do need to study because I’m failing class, but of course there is another reason for why I want him to be quiet, as well.

He seems to be bringing this type of thing up a lot nowadays and I am not comfortable with it at all.

“I think I’ve found mine,” he cryptically says but even the little ant walking on the table knows who he is talking about. The sparkle in his eyes gives it away easily.

“I’m going to my dorm, bye,” I comment and leave.

I should’ve never let the feelings get to me.

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“I don’t appreciate you talking about me behind my back,” I growl as I stare at him and even though I am mad pissed, I am also strongly hurt.

“I’m sorry. You’re right,” he easily accepts defeat and that just makes me even more mad.

“What were you talking to Seungmin about?” I ask as I increase our distance each time he wants to decrease it.

“It’s n-nothing,” he stutters. That means whatever they were talking about would make me very disappointed or even more pissed.

“Tell. Me.” I demand and he sighs.

He lowers his head as if he is ashamed of himself and takes a deep breath.

“He told me it looked like you were coming onto me and, honestly, I felt it too,” he whispers out. The answer is barely audible and I have to lean in to hear him clearly, but when I hear what he says I become a statue.

It is true. It is a hundred percent true and I have no right to call him out for it.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Changbin?” I have no right, but I do it anyway.

“I know! I’m sorry, I really am. I was stupid to even think about it,” he hurriedly says before I can burst on him.

“Is that why you’ve been asking me all these stupid questions? Our first impressions, soulmates, ideal type of boyfriend?” I roar as this time I walk towards him and he backs up.

“I can’t believe you think of me like that,” I laugh cynically and shake my head.

“I’m just an easy girl who loves breaking relationships up, huh? You happened to be my next victim so you were trying to catch me before I began to ruin your relationship. Thanks a lot,” I continue and glare straight at him.

His back hits the wall and I realize that he is not trying to defend himself and he’s just taking the hits.

“Don’t ever talk behind my back again,” I say and then I am out of there as if I was never there.

I realize that I need to maintain my distance from now on.

For everyone’s sake.

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“Does it hurt?” Jisung asks me out of nowhere.

I look at him weirdly and question what he means with my eyes.

“When he talks about his girlfriend in front of you?” He clarifies and I nod to acknowledge that I understood now.

“Yes, but it wakes me up. We’re so close to each other that sometimes I forget he’s taken. It makes me remember I have no chance with him and to stay in my lane,” I reply with a shrug as if my heart isn’t breaking into a million pieces just by thinking about it.

When he talks about her his eyes light up and he can go on for hours about her. He’s so proud of her and so whipped for her. She is everything to him. I stand zero chance. Always did, always will.

“That sucks,” he comments and ruffles his hair.

I chuckle. Oh yes indeed.

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“Dude, why have you been so distant?” He asks. We are currently in our criminology lecture and the professor is going on and on about how his wife is cheating on him.

“Honestly?” I ask him. I didn’t want to tell him the truth but that’s all I could tell him. No more lies.

I’m going to look like a fool, completely going against everything I had yelled at him for only a couple weeks earlier. But around him, I am always the fool anyway.

He nods as if that was an obvious factor to include.

“I…” I hesitate and look away from his stare.

He always looks at me straight in the eyes and I hate that about him. He never gives me an opportunity to defend myself. He knows I am weak to his beautiful dark eyes.

“I started catching feelings and I couldn’t handle it. It would just bring problems to everyone, so I decided to put some space between us,” I say looking straight back at him. He wants the truth? Well here it is.

He sits there shocked for what seems like forever before he finally clears his throat and looks away.

I gulp because even though I seemed sure of my decision and insisted on telling the truth, I was very insecure from that reaction.

He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the class and when it finally ends we leave without saying goodbye to each other.

This is for the best.

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“Congratulations, you guys made it! Good luck in your next semester, or in life, whichever is next for you all!” The professor ends class and I smile.

Finally, we can have time off, something I’ve longed for since Changbin and I had parted ways.

After the day I confessed, we stopped, everything.

No more sitting by each other, no more catching up, it was like we were never even friends.

I still see him sometimes, but always from afar.

I look over to him. He’s sitting beside Jisung, finishing up something on his laptop before closing it and standing.

I stay seated and pull my phone out pretending to be busy.

“I’ll, I’ll catch up to you later,” he tells Jisung and I gulp as I feel Jisung turn to me.

Jisung simply agrees and exits the lecture hall.

Finally, I stand and begin walking across my row to exit the room.

I see him out of the corner of my eye, getting closer, so I increase my speed.

Things were finally going to be okay again, why did he want to ruin it?

“Hey! I’m sorry!” He yells right as the door closes. I run out before he even has a chance of speaking to me.

I see Jisung standing by the door and he only hands me a tissue before walking away.

I hurriedly run in the opposite direction before Changbin could find me again.

Now, it was truly over.

Finally.

Sadly.

[vannahfanfics]

Mama Mina

Category: Friendship Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido

Hey, everyone! Here’s another story for @bnhabookclub‘s weekly SFW prompt, “You can’t ignore me forever!” Enjoy! :)

Denki’s lips were drawn up in a cheerless pout as he lay sideways on his bed, repeatedly bouncing a ball against his opposite wall. With languid, practiced motions that were more muscle memory than actual attentive efforts, he flicked his wrist to lob the ball at the same spot on the wall he had been for the last hour. He watched with dull lidded eyes as the squishy rubber toy sailed across the width of the bedroom, struck the smooth painted surface, dove down at a forty-five-degree angle to bounce once on the polished wooden floor strewn with dirty socks and worn tee-shirts, then returned to his waiting hand. Shwip. Thunk. Thwock. Slap. The sounds echoed, just as depressing and lifeless as the ambiance.

“Stupid,” he muttered aloud as he hurled the ball across the room once more. “Absolutely useless. What’re you even here for, Denki?” The ball slammed into the wall as he subconsciously applied more force to the throw; in turn, its arc changed dramatically and crashed into his face instead of his hand. The ball ricocheted off his nose to collide with his desk lamp, causing it to spin wildly around and knock into the plastic cup holding his writing utensils. He cursed as he rolled onto his back with both his hands tenderly holding his bruised face, trying to ignore the added insult of his pencils and pens sliding over the desk and clattering to the floor. In the background of that and his groans, he could hear the rubber ball bouncing and then rolling over the wood to come to rest somewhere under his bed. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

Denki usually tried to stay positive. He really did. That was his thing, after all, being the plucky optimist. He had drained his supply of sanguinity, however; the cistern was as dry as a desert, not a drop of confidence to be found. How could he be self-assured, after making an absolute fool of himself in the third round of the Sports Festival? It had taken literal seconds for Ibara Shiozaki to obliterate him in their one-on-one battle. Denki had never suffered such a grievous insult in his life. Of course, it wasn’t her fault. It was all his stupid fault.

He pushed the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to force the tears that were brimming there from leaking out. He failed miserably at that as well. The salty liquid rolled down his flushing cheeks to bead on his chin, then drip down and absorb into the collar of his tee-shirt.

“Ungh… Goddammit,” he sniffed and rolled onto his belly to shove his face into his pillow. In the back of his mind, he thought suffocating himself was preferable to the uncomfortable twisting in his gut and the stinging in his eyes. Unfortunately, the fabric of his pillow was much too breathable. The world is against me. Without removing his face from the cushiony construct, he slipped halfway off the bed to grope blindly around for the rubber ball. Continuously chunking it relieved some of his nervous energy, at least.

He stopped when someone knocked loudly and insistently on his bedroom door.

“Denki!” Mina’s high-pitched voice was still loud even bleeding through the wood. She rattled the doorknob experimentally to find it locked. “Denki, lemme in! Let’s talk.” What the hell is she doing here?! “Me and Eiji and Hanta are all here to hang out. Your mom called us!” Of course she did… he thought sourly. “Hanta’s setting his PlayStation up downstairs! Come on! Let’s go play!”

He removed his face from the plush pillow to shout, “Dun wanna!” He scowled when the pink-skinned girl jiggled the metal knob again, more persistently this time.

“Denki, come on, you’ve been moping in here all day. It doesn’t do any good to sulk like this! Come onnnn! Let’s talk it out!” Denki snorted derisively and threw himself on his side, facing the wall and pouting childishly. If he were in a healthy state of mind, he might appreciate her kind gesture; however, incensed as he was, he could only be petulantly exasperated by her insistence. She continued to bleat invitational prattle before his doorway, and he decided not to waste the energy on responding. If I ignore her, she’ll go away. “Denki. Denki. Denki.” She began relentlessly chanting his name and punctuating each shout with a rattle of the knob. Grumbling unflattering words under his breath, he wrapped the pillow around his ears. The breathable fabric didn’t muffle nearly as much sound as he wished. “Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki.” He curled up so that his knees touched his chest.

Go away, he snarled in his mind. I don’t want to talk about how stupid I am. Leave me alone!

“Denki, you can’t ignore me forever! DenkiDenkiDenkiDenkiDenkiDen-”

“Fuck! Okay, I’m coming, just cut it out! Sheesh,” he yelled and threw himself off the bed. Somehow the angry motion was coordinated, and he landed on the flats of his bare feet. His stomps were purposeful and thundering as he stalked open to the door to unlock it and throw it open. “What?” he hissed at the smiling, bubbly girl, chest heaving and cheeks flushed with misdirected self-loathing.

“Denki, are you sad?”

“No! I’m not sad! Now, will you leave me alone?!” he huffed and went to shut the door in her face. In his heart of hearts, he knew that wasn’t right, but Goddammit, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. Sometimes a man just needed to brood in peace. Her pink hand flew up to slam against the wood, demonstrating surprising strength as it stopped it in its tracks.

“I think you’re lying.”

“So what if I am?!” Instantaneously, his cheeks flushed a rose color. Dammit, that isn’t what I wanted to say! Her face deadly serious and those black-and-gold eyes boring into the quivering depths of his soul, Mina leaned into the doorway. Denki gulped and subconsciously leaned back in the face of such unwavering resolve.

“I’m coming in,” she asserted simply. Denki deflated with a whine and trudged away from the door to throw himself face-down back on the bed. His groan of acknowledgment was muffled by that annoyingly breathable fabric of his pillow. He heard the soft scrapes of her socks over his floor. They were followed by the gentle click of the door behind her. Denki hugged his pillow as he moped over how rapidly the situation spiraled out of control; it was just par for the course for him, he supposed. Silly, stupid Denki with no spine-

“Denki. You know that none of us think any less of you for what happened at the Sports Festival, right?” He visibly cringed as she heartlessly jabbed at the core of his depression. Snorting, he rolled on his side such that his back was to her. Morosely, he curled his thin body around the pillow.

“Yeah, right. You guys probably thought it was hilarious. She wiped the floor with me.” His bottom lip wobbled pitifully just talking about it. It had been so humiliating. Finally, he thought he had his chance to show that he wasn’t just the dumb guy that fried his brain and mumbled “Yayyyyy,” but he had blown it in the most mortifying way. Kyoka was probably sniggering into her hand while she gossiped about him to Momo-

“Well, Hanta-”

“He was up against Todoroki, and he even got a good shot in,” he countered matter-of-factly. Angrily, he squeezed the plush body of the pillow but had not the raw strength to tear it to little shreds of fabric and cotton like he wanted to. “Stop lyin’ to me. You can say it. I’m useless and stu-”

“You are not stupid!” He jumped violently as her voice cracked like a whip in the relatively quiet bedroom. He yelped like a wounded dog when she wrenched him onto his back by the shoulder. Like it was a shield, he kept the pillow hugged to his body and stared owlishly up at the fuming girl. Her pink lips pressed into a thin line, and her fingers clenched into her hips. “So what if you’re not Bakugo or Todoroki or even Midoriya? You still earned your way into this hero course!” she scolded him. He just vehemently nodded along. Frankly, he was a little terrified she would whap him upside his head if he continued with the self-pity. Her face softened slightly, and she bent over him to ruffle his blonde-and-black hair affectionately. “You have your own merits, and believe it or not, we all know them. You’re loyal and care a lot about your friends.” She smiled brightly down at him as he blushed shyly. “Sure, it didn’t work out this time, but you’ve still got so much time to prove what you’re made of. Stop saying you’re stupid or useless, because you’re not. None of us think that.”

“Really?” he asked her with big, round eyes, and she nodded firmly.

“Pinky-swear!” she grinned and held up her pinky finger emphatically. “Not even Kyoka,” she added with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, which made him gulp and flush further. Still hugging the pillow but not as tightly, he sat up from the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had to admit, even though she had just basically reprimanded him like a stern mother, he felt loads better. He smiled warmly when she grabbed his hand and looped her pinky with his.

“Thanks, Mina.”

“No problem!” He chuckled, and she stepped away when he slung his legs around to hop of the bed. She stood on her tip-toes to muss up his already wild hair again. “Now get yourself dressed and come get some breakfast. Your mom said you haven’t eaten anything.”

“Mina, it’s like… two in the afternoon.”

“Brunch, then! Regardless, food! You need sustenance!” she insisted and jabbed him in his belly with her index fingers a few times. He squirmed at the tickling prods and skittered away from her to his closet.

“Yes, Mom!” he snorted, finally dropping the pillow to begin rifling through the closet for a suitable tee shirt. Mina hummed contentedly and strolled to the door, kicking aside a few of his discarded socks and underwear towards his dirty clothes hamper.

“Yup, that’s me. Mama Mina! If you’re not downstairs in five minutes, I’m coming back up to drag you by the ear,” she warned as she stepped out of the door.

“I’m coming! Promise!” he laughed, and she flashed him a teasing wink before shutting the door behind her. Amused, he stared at the wooden entryway for a few seconds, just smiling admiringly. “Mama Mina,” he huffed under his breath and shook his head before wrenching his shirt off and tossing it across the room into the hamper. The smile never fell from his face the entire time he was getting ready.

It just felt really nice to know he had someone looking after him.

“All right! Time to kick some ass, Denki Kaminari!” he told himself with a devilish smile. He cracked his knuckles and his neck, then did a couple pre-game stretches. He then all but bolted out of his bedroom and down the stairs. His friends greeted him with a chorus of “hello’s.” He snatched up a bag of Doritos from the kitchen counter and vaulted over the back of the couch, snatching up a controller and sticking out his tongue confidently.

“’Sup, guys? Ready to looooose?”

“As if!” Hanta cried and shoved him in the side of the head. “You’re the one who’s going down!”

“How do I play this game, Mina?” Eijirou frowned at the flickering screen.

“Just shoot the zombies, Eiji.”

“Shoot the zombies,” the redhead repeated unsurely under his breath and squinted at the television. Denki shoved a handful of nacho chips in his mouth and rolled onto his belly, legs still slung over the back of the couch, before holding the bag out to Mina. She took it graciously and patted him on the top of his head, making him smile widely.

I have really, really good friends.

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[squidbatts]

we could stay-

Or: Your name is Kankri Vantas and your father may be out for the night, but a certain wannabe greaser is in

((i challenged myself to rewrite a fic that i wrote in 2013 and this is the result (though this version is mostly makeouts and dry humping while the original was very “chaste kisses and gentle cuddling” but like, that’s what the kids call growth). anyway: humanstuck, not Quite explicit but certainly more than suggestive, so ymmv))

{ao3}

“I’m only going to be gone a couple of hours, alright?” Your father says as he pulls on his coat by the door. You stand straight-backed and nod. Your brother slouches at the foot of the stairs beside you and rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” Karkat says, sarcasm coating his every syllable, “Just text us when you decide you’re staying the night at the Leijons’.”

“I’m not- who even- why would you-?” Your father splutters, flustered. “Listen, that’s none of your business. Anyway,” He says, regaining control of himself, “No parties, no guests, Kankri’s in charge.”

“I take the responsibility incredibly seriously, father,” You say dutifully. Karkat rolls his eyes again, this time with a dramatic full body motion. You ignore him.

“Great. Please don’t destroy the house while I’m gone.” Your father says, as he always does when he goes out on what he refuses to call Date Nights. Karkat mutters something expletive-filled but you merely smile, waving goodbye as your father walks out the door. You continue to stand there, watching through the window as his car starts and pulls off. You watch until it disappears around the corner, then you look down at Karkat.

“All clear,” You say.

Your name is Kankri Vantas and you are in charge for the night.

“Cool, I’m going to my room, don’t fucking bother me,” He says, but you can see that he’s already on his phone. You have no doubt that he’ll be back downstairs welcoming in a gaggle of his little friends in less than half an hour,  which means that you have some time to kill. You don't send any texts, but keep your phone close by just in case. You do your homework, eat some of the lasagna that your father prepared for you and your brother, and search through the family movie collection. There are a lot of romcoms.

It is, if you’re being honest, mostly romcoms.

But you knew that before you started looking, because you’ve gone through your family’s movies with almost alarming frequency of late.

Regardless, you pick out a movie, put it into the DVD player, and wait. Eventually, you hear a knock on the door, but before you can open it or call him down, Karkat stomps downstairs, scowling.

“Can you douchenozzles not read a simple fucking text? I said not to knock, jesus fucking christ,” Karkat says.

“Language,” You chide, mostly reflexively, as you walk up. There are five children outside your door, including the youngest Maryam, who is holding a pizza box and avoiding your eye. You wonder how she got her mother to let her out of the house on a school night, but decide it’s very much not your business. Still, you’ll probably text Porrim about it later, just to check.

“Shut the fuck up,” Karkat snaps back, likely also only on reflex. This is a dance you both do often.

“Hi, Karkat’s brother,” One of the kids, a boy in blue, says. You can’t stop your mouth from twitching into a slight frown.

The kids know your name, you know they know your name, and yet they insist on calling you ‘Karkat’s older brother.’

“My name is Kankri,” You say, despite all this.

The boy grins and Karkat snaps out a quick, “Yeah, no, we aren’t fucking doing this tonight,” and ushers the all of them in and up the stairs, shooting a quick, “Text me if dad’s actually coming home,” to you over his shoulder.

You nod, agreeing to your own side of the unspoken Date Night agreement you two have. There’s something of a comradery in breaking this one rule; others you won’t allow, and five friends are pushing the “no party” rule in ways that you’ll detail to Karkat in a thoughtfully crafted note tomorrow, but this one... Well, it has benefits for everyone.

Brother and friends firmly dealt with, you pull out your phone and send a simple text of your own: I am going to be watching a movie tonight while my brother and his friends yell and do whatever else children their age do on weeknights upstairs, as my father has gone out with Ms. Leijon and is likely to return late, if at all.

There’s a brief moment before you get a response, like the person on the other end was sitting in their bedroom, part of their attention dedicated to pretending to know how to play a guitar but mostly just waiting for you to text. got it chief, the reply reads, and a smile flickers across your face. Ten minutes later, you hear the sound of a hot rod roaring past your house and around the corner, gaudy and loud with a royal purple finish. You stand, making your way into the kitchen and opening the back door in time to watch Cronus Ampora trip over your neighbor’s hose and his own untied Chuck Taylors. He recovers easily enough, and saunters the rest of the way between the yards and to your door, hips swinging as his expression melts into a smirk like an ice cube on a stovetop.

“Hey there, doll,” He says as soon as he gets close enough to speak to you quietly. Your face scrunches, but he laughs and cuts you off before you can begin yet another treatise on how calling you doll is rude and embarrassing. “I know, I know, K. Won’t do it again.”

He will, almost certainly. You let him in anyway. You leave him in the living room to call up the stairs, “Karkat, do you want any lasagna?”

It’s a test, both to see if Karkat can hear you from the bottom of the stairs and to see if he’s hungry enough that he’ll want something from down here in the next hour or so.

“Fuck off!” Karkat yells back, over a chorus of laughter. You don’t roll your eyes, because you’re not your brother, but you do add another paragraph to the note -- no, email, it would probably work better as an email rather than a series of post-its on his door by now -- that you’re going to leave him tomorrow. You return to the living room and press play on the movie. You barely even remember what you’ve put in at this point, but you give yourself a moment to stare at the screen as the blonde love interest starts her day and rushes around her office, and to take a deep but subtle breath, before you turn back to Cronus.

Cronus is sprawled upon the couch, one leg spread across all three cushions while the other hangs onto the ground and the rest of his body sags against the arm, barely moving as he boredly scrolls on his phone. He’s shed his leather jacket and wears purposely distressed t-shirt that you know he cut the sleeves off himself. You clear your throat.

“Am I going to be allowed to sit down?” You ask. Cronus smirks and you immediately continue, “If you even begin to offer your lap as an acceptable place to sit-”

“Relax, K, I would never do somethin‘ so -- what’s the word? -- demeaning.”

You raise an eyebrow, begrudgingly impressed. “Yes, demeaning is the right word there.”

Cronus flashes you a shark’s smile as he rearranges himself to take a reasonable amount of space on the couch. “See, I know all my lingo, chief. Talk at a guy enough and anyone can pick up your social justice stuff.”

Your jaw tightens at his words but you make yourself relax. You don’t hang out with Cronus Ampora for his aptitude at activism. You, in fact, don’t hang out with Cronus Ampora at all.

Except for movie nights.

Behind you the movie plays on, and though you’re not watching it, you know what’s happening: a proposed article shot down, a bet and courtside basketball tickets, the consoling of a recently dumped best friend. You’ve seen this one many times, because Karkat and your father have unfortunate affinities for them. You, at least, have the decency to keep misogynistic, predictable, degrading things as a rarely indulged guilty pleasure.

You take a seat beside Cronus. Far enough apart that your bodies do not touch but close enough that you can feel the heat from the arm Cronus has thrown over the back of the couch. You sit, back straight, hands in your lap. You can feel Cronus looking at you. The fingers on your left hand twitch against your pant leg.

“Kankri,” Cronus starts to whine, but you cut him off with a shush.

“I am watching the movie.”

“Is that how we’re gonna play it tonight?” Cronus asks. When you hum in the affirmative, he huffs childishly. You’re surprised that he doesn’t cross his arms and stamp his feet too. “Fine then.”

It’s quiet for a moment, Matthew McConaughey the only voice in the room, before Cronus clears his throat and says, “So, uh, what’s this movie about anyway?”

Your eye twitches. You wish it didn’t but you know it did and you can almost feel the waves of smug glee radiating from Cronus as he shifts ever so slightly closer to you. You hate explaining movies while the movie is playing, but you suppose that since you did make him miss a bit of the beginning, it’s only fair that you help him out.

“She writes how-to articles for a women’s magazine but she wants to do hard investigative reporting, and he’s a marketing executive who’s trying to get a deal to represent a diamond seller,” You explain.

“Alright,” Cronus says, his thigh meeting yours as he leans in, voice pitched low so you can still pay attention to the movie over his questions. “How’d they meet again?”

“The women at his workplace -- they’re both named Judy -- asked him to prove that he understood romance so he could acquire the diamond deal from them, and then tricked him into choosing her as the woman he would ’woo‘.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, shoulders rising in annoyance at the lack of attention Cronus is paying to the movie. When they fall again, Cronus’ arm slips over them. “She is trying to sabotage a relationship for her column, so he’d never be able to sincerely start a relationship with her, even if he wasn’t approaching her under false pretenses.”

“Uh-huh, got it. One more question,” Cronus says, voice shockingly close to your ear. You turn and he is- close. Very close. Your breath catches in shock. “How many times have you seen this one?”

“I haven’t-”

“Come on, Vantas, don’t lie to me,” He says, whispers, inching ever closer to you. Your mouth feels suddenly dry and you lick your lips, watching Cronus’ eyes track the movement. “Hey, Kankri?”

“Yes?” You prompt, voice barely a murmur. Cronus’ nose touches yours.

“I really don’t care about this movie.”

What happens next is inevitable. You wish you could say that Cronus kisses you and you’re entirely taken unaware. You wish you could say you don't know who moved first. Unfortunately, you know that it was you who saw the look in Cronus’ eyes, who felt the heat of his body and smelled his ridiculous expensive cologne, and leaned in, unable to keep up an uninterested face any longer. You go to kiss him and Cronus happily meets you, easy and hot and just what you wanted, wonderful enough as he bites at your lip and runs a hand through your hair that you barely even mind that you can feel the smug twist of his mouth against your own. You shift to get closer, to get a better angle to map the shape of his mouth, eventually giving up all decorum and tossing a leg over him to slide into his lap.

“Not a word,” You say.

Cronus raises his hands in surrender though his eyes still flash with mirth. “I’m not the one with the talkin' problem, chief.”

You kiss him again to shut him up. Admittedly, the way he licks into your mouth, how his hands slide over your hips and his fingers edge under your sweater, they’re all enticing, but they’re all particularly nice pluses when the main concern is occupying his mouth with something else. Your pocket buzzes and you think, somewhat vaguely, Oh, my phone. I need to get that.

“One second,” You say, and Cronus immediately starts to whine. You only manage to pull your phone out of your pocket before Cronus decides to switch his energy from whining to paying attention to your neck, taking care to suck and bite only at places that will be under your usual turtleneck’s coverage.

Suddenly, you’re no longer worried about your phone.

It’s fine, You think, dropping your phone to the carpet and shoving a fist into your mouth as Cronus presses an open-mouthed kiss to your jawline, Whatever’s happening can wait. You weave a hand into Cronus’ gel-stiff hair, mussing it as you tug to get Cronus’ mouth back up to yours. Cronus groans, low and needy and cut off as you greedily swallow the sound. From your perch on his lap, you can feel that Cronus’ whole body is very interested in the proceedings; you don’t grind down because that would be undignified, but even a slight shift of your weight is enough to make Cronus’ hips jerk.

“Jesus fucking christ, Kankri,” Cronus gasps into your mouth, “You’re gonna kill me.”

Something like pride fills your chest as something like interest warms your stomach. You shift again. “Am I?”

“Fuck, alright, lemme just,” Cronus starts brokenly before gripping your thighs and easily laying you onto the couch before leaning over you, arms bracketing your head. “This okay?”

You throw a leg around his waist and an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. “I find it perfectly acceptable.”

“I’ll show you ‘acceptable’,” Cronus says with a roll of his eyes before he’s kissing you again, his whole body a warm, shifting weight against your own. When he grinds into the couch, into you, you arch into it, heel digging into the small of his back.

You aren’t sure how long you’re there, kissing and rocking against one another, but eventually you hear a faint rumble over the now-ignored sounds of your movie. It sounds familiar, and something inside you, a part of your mind that’s somehow been able to retain its ability to think about anything but the sensations you’re experiencing now, says Pay attention! You reluctantly shift some of your focus to listening, allowing Cronus to go back to mouthing at your neck; it takes you a moment but you’re able to remember that it’s the sound of a car pulling up to the house. You jolt with shock and horror as you place it even more specifically as the sound of your father’s car.

“Fuck.”

Cronus leans back on his haunches, eyes wide. “Kankri Vantas, did you just curse?”

“Now is not the time,” You reply, pulling him back down and out of view from anyone who might look into your living room windows. “On the floor, now.”

“Are you being bossy now? Is that the move?” Cronus asks, laughing.

You don’t have time to explain or deal with his humor as you see the shadow of your father pass by, so you just shove him off the couch and cut off his grumbling by saying “My father is home.”

Cronus presses himself flatter to the ground. “Oh, fuck.”

“Exactly. Stay down and stay quiet, I can handle this,” You say as the lock turns. Cronus nods and mimes zipping his lips. Your father enters the house.

“Karkat? Kankri? You guys up?” Your father asks, kicking his shoes off. You sit up, hoping you look more sleep-rumpled than hand-mussed.

“Oh, father,” You say, affecting a yawn. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, Di- er, Ms. Leijon, she felt sick, so we decided to call it a night,” He says. Cronus, from his spot lying completely flat and supposedly still, taps on your knee. Your father is not looking at you, busy removing his shoes and coat, so you entertain Cronus with a glance. He’s pointing at a nearby chair over which he threw his jacket, but you know it’s out of eyeline from the foyer so you shake you head subtly, eyes still on your father, and emphatically gesture something you hope he interprets correctly as stay still. Your father says, “I texted you.”

You think of you phone, on the carpet under Cronus, and curse past Kankri. “Ah. You must’ve sent it after I’d already fallen asleep.”

“It’s bad for your back to sleep down here,” Your father says, muffled as he opens the coat closet. “What were you doing anyway?”

Nothing really, despite my best efforts, thinks a sullen and unnecessary part of your mind. The rest of you clears your throat. “I had just been watching a movie.”

“Which one?”

It takes you a beat longer than it should to remember. It feels like there’s been a millennia of kissing Cronus between you picking out the movie and now. “How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days.”

“Oh, that one! I really-” Your father turns to you finally and pauses for a moment. When he continues, his voice is more disbelieving. “How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days, huh?”

“Yes,” You answer, off-put by his tone. The movie is still playing on the television behind you, so you’re not sure why he’s acting like it’s out of the realm of possibility. Somewhat defensively, you continue, “It’s one of my favorites.”

Cronus doesn’t laugh, because he values his life and is staying quiet, but you can see how he tenses like he’s holding in laughter in your peripheral vision. It takes effort not to scowl at him.

“Mhm. Well, you should probably be getting to bed soon.”

“Will do.” You say, and then you stare at your father with a fixed smile as he watches you with a raised eyebrow. It is the most stressful minute of your life. Eventually, he shakes his head and smiles.

“Alright. Goodnight, Kankri,” Your father says, and you reply in kind. You sink into the couch in relief, sharing a still-panicked we did it look with Cronus.

“Oh, and Kankri?”

You freeze and pop back up at the sound of your father’s voice. He’s not in your eyeline, speaking as he walks up the stairs. “Yes?”

“Next time, make sure that your friend isn’t taller than the couch is long.”

Your eyes dart to the floor and catch on Cronus’ stupid candy cane socks are far past the edge of the couch, where they can definitely be seen from the foyer. “I-”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I’m too tired for this right now. Night, kiddo.”

You facepalm, with both hands for good measure. Below you, Cronus whispers, “Sorry.”

“You should just… Go, please. I’ll,” you run a hand down your face, embarrassment quickly overpowering whatever brief bits of relief you felt. “I suppose I’ll text you, after I speak to my father.”

Cronus nods and you help him to his feet. You walk him to the door, at which point he asks, “So… no more movie nights?”

You tighten your jaw so hard that your teeth ache. “Are you seriously thinking about that right now?”

“Yes- No- I mean, okay, yes, I’m wondering about like, this, about hookin’ up and shit, but also, I’m gonna… miss hanging out with you,” Cronus says, looking out into the yard rather than at you, which is good because your face feels hotter than it ever has before and you’re sure you must look ridiculous. “We don’t talk at school, obviously, so this was the only time I got to spend with you in person, y’know.”

“I-” You open and close your mouth in shock. “Cronus-”

“But I’m also gonna miss touching that sweet ass of yours,” Cronus continues, absolutely destroying the mood.

“Go.”

“You’re cute when you’re pissed,” Cronus says. You scowl, but still lean into it when he kisses you goodbye. Everyone has their vices. “See you, doll.”

Your splutters drown out his laughter as he books it for his car. To his retreating back, you hiss, maybe too loud for this time of night but absolutely necessary, “Don’t call me doll!”

[the--sad--hatter]

Frozen Heart-5 (Bucky x Reader)

Frozen Heart Masterlist

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  

When Nick Fury finally catches the Ex-Shield Agent knowns Black Ice, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.

You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.

Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.

Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.

** Everything in Italics is being signed, not said out loud.**

Current Word Count -  21,589k       Ao3 Link

Chapter Five - A Memorable Frost 

“Again!” You insisted, shaking your body loose and taking a deep breath.

 “NO!” Clint yelled from behind the tree.

 “Please? Just one more.” You pleaded.

“You said that on the last arrow. And the one before that. And the one before that.” Clint shouted.

“I’m getting better though.” You whined.

 “You’re fucking not. You’re getting worse.” He grumbled, poking his head out from behind the tree to glare pointedly at the chunks of ice and freeze burned grass.

 “I froze the last arrow!” You said indignantly, putting your hands on your hips.

 “And half the lawn and two trees. The one before that got a cool breeze.” He grumbled, nocking another arrow anyway.

 You planted your feet firmly on the ground and raised your hands, readying yourself.

 “PULL!” You called.

 Clint let the arrow fly and you summoned the icy power that was a part of you, blasting it at the arrow sailing towards you. Nothing happened.

 “Ahhh!” You yelped, throwing yourself to the side to avoid it.

 “Useless!”

 “I hate you!” You signed at your brother from your ungraceful heap on the ground.

 He scoffed and put his bow down, regarding you thoughtfully.

 “Maybe it’s time you called for some help from the experts.” He suggested tentatively.

 “Are you joking? You know they still haven’t forgiven me!” You said in disbelief.

 “That’s not true, The Professor isn’t one to hold grudges.” Clint argued.

 “Because I’m going to go near the mind reading professor while I know what I know.” You scoffed.

 “Well there’s always…”  He started to suggest.

 “No! He still hates me anyway.” You said grumpily.

 “It’s been years, I’m sure he’s over it.” He tried to contend.

 “Not happening.” You asserted.

 “Suit yourself but I’m done. Me and my arrows have suffered enough.” He huffed, stomping away.

 You groaned and threw yourself back onto the grass, looking up at the sky.

 “Hi.” Bucky said softly, walking over slowly with an air that was part curiosity, part concern.

 You tilted your head to look up at him, watching as he cautiously made his way over to you, avoiding the larger ice chunks. There was a look of wonder and awe in his eyes, especially for the ice boulder than was twice the size of him. He was dressed for working out and you guessed he’d been running when he saw you and probably come over to make sure you hadn’t accidentally knocked yourself out with an Ice missile.

 “Hey.” You said, waving to him.

 His shadow blocked the sunlight as he stood over you, looking torn.

 “Do you need help getting up?” He offered.

 “Or, you could sit down.” You countered.

 There was a light thump as he took you up on the offer and settled onto the grass next to you.

 “You know… I have ice powers, and I was in the army.” You told him.

 “Yeah, I heard.” He smirked.

 “So…” You said.

 “So?” he asked, clearly lost as to where you were going with this.

 “One could argue that I am The Winter Soldier.” You explained, grinning.

 He let out a huff of laughter.

 “I’ll tell Hydra they infringed on your copyright.” He chuckled and you immediately sobered.

 He hadn’t picked the damn name, you knew that. What had possessed you to say something so insensitive you had no idea. Actually, you did know. It was your brain and it was an asshole.

 “I’m sorry. It’s bad enough I’m flaunting my freezy stuff around and then I go and say something like that. I don’t know why you even talk to me.” You groaned.

 “You’re pretty nice. At least when you aren’t talking anyway.” He said and you squawked indignantly.

 “No, the Ice doesn’t bother me that much though. My memories are intact, so I just try and think of good snow related memories.” He admitted.

 “You do?” You asked gently, leaving it open for him to divulge or change the subject.

 “Yeah. When I was a kid, I loved the snow, meant less school and more playing. As soon as the first flakes fell every year, I’d bundle Stevie up in every coat we owned, his, mine, his mother’s… I’d drag him outside to watch it fall. I loved the way it would settle on the ground you know. It was like watching the world become a blank canvass, the pavements and grass just slowly turning white until they were untouched. It was beautiful.” He said wistfully.

 You got lost in his voice, the bittersweet pain behind the memory.

 “Sounds amazing.” You whispered.

 “It was. Kind of like now….” He said, grinning at you like he knew something you didn’t and pushing you to a sitting position.

 Spreading outwards from you there was a radius of pure white snow blanketing the ground. Exactly as you’d been picturing in your mind.

 “I did it!” You breathed out in shock.

 “Yeah doll, you did.” He said gently, proudly.

 “I did it!” You exclaimed.

 And before you could think about it you launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and landing on his lap. His arms automatically caught you and he hesitated for barely a moment before wrapping them around your torso. You stilled as you realized what you’d just done and pulled back abruptly, blushing like mad.

 You’d just launched yourself at him… You’d be lucky if he didn’t file a sexual harassment claim.

 “I’m so sorry! I just got caught up in the excitement, I didn’t mean to offend you.” You said in a rush.

 He looked stricken and guilt twisted at your gut. Then his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back in.

 “You did good Ice; you deserve a hug.” He quipped, enclosing you in the warm embrace.

 Your mind sat back and refused to interfere as your head rested itself on his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around him.

 “I… Thank you Bucky. Thank you.” You sighed happily, nuzzling into him.

 He was sure you were going to notice the erratic hammering of his heart in his chest and regretfully pulled away before he lost any more sense.

 “Well, you should probably get inside now that’s the weathers taken a turn.” He suggested nervously.

 “I have to tell Clint!” You said excitedly jumping to your feet and running off.

 You got a few meters before you turned, jogging backwards so you could smile at him.

 “Seriously, thank you.” You said again.

 “Anytime doll.”

 You raced back inside to gloat to your brother but along the way you were brought to a screeching halt by a text message.

 A very intriguing text message.

 ~~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~~

 You stepped out of your room, satisfied with your appearance and headed for the elevator when your phone buzzed again.

 Big (Brother) Bird: Where are you going?

 You read the text from Clint and scoffed, shoving the phone back in your pocket when it buzzed again.

 Big (Brother) Bird: Don’t ignore me you ‘lil shit.

 You looked around and backed up a few steps, looking at the ceiling.

 “I know you’re up there!” You called loudly.

 There was a banging noise and you jumped out of the way, barely avoiding being smacked in the head with the vent covering as Clint lithely dropped onto the floor in front of you.

 “Where are you going?” He asked again.

 “Out.” You informed him helpfully.

 “Where?” He pressed.

 “Church, can’t you tell from my outfit?” You sassed, gesturing at the little black dress.

 “Is that why you’re dressed like a sinner?” He said, giving the dress a dirty look.

 “I’m taking that as a compliment.” You decided.

 “You shouldn’t. Have you got a date?” He demanded.  

 “Ask me again after I get to the bar.” You said.

 “Let me guess, you’re going to the bar without your wallet?” He guessed.

 “See, I knew all those people who called you stupid were wrong.” You told him, smiling sweetly.

 “At least I’m not a slut.” He said childishly.  

 “Slut shaming is so last decade.” You told him.  

 “Your face is so last decade.” He retorted.

 “I’m leaving now, before you embarrass yourself any further.” You scoffed.

 ” Wait, just let me fix that stray hair.” He said and reached out, mussing your hair as much as he could before you rabbit punched him in the ribs and leaned away, spluttering.

 He cackled loudly and jumped back into the vents before you could stop him.

 “Jackass.” You muttered under your breath, stomping away and fixing your hair up as much as you could.

 You were still muttering obscenities when the elevator doors swooshed open and in your eagerness to escape you walked into something very hard.

 “Oooft.” You gasped, nearly landing on your ass due to the violent rebound.

 “Shit, doll, are you ok?”

 You looked up at the very concerned face of Bucky Barnes who had his arms outstretched like he was getting ready to catch you.

 “Is your entire chest made of metal as well?” You asked him, gesturing at his pecs.

 “No? Just the arm.” He said, going pink.

 “Bucky, you’re fucking solid!” You exclaimed.

 “I’m so sorry.” He said, like it was a problem.

 “Was not a complaint.” You assured.

 “What?” He asked and you realized what you’d just said.

 “What?” You asked in an embarrassed panic.

 “You just said…” He trailed off, frowning.

 “I have a concussion or something. Ignore me.” You blurted.

 “Are you sure you’re ok?” He checked.

 “Really, I’m fine. I swear.” You said.

 It was at this point Bucky seemed to notice what you were wearing, his eyes actually moving down your body so slowly that you started to blush.

 “You look nice.” He said.

 You were probably reading into things; it was more than likely nothing but… he sounded almost sad about the fact that you didn’t look like a mess.

 “Uh, thanks. I have stuff, a bar, meeting friends. That kinda thing.” You stammered.

 “Right. Well, have fun.” He said, stepping away to let you in the elevator.

 “Yes sir.” You said, immediately wanting to bash yourself on the head for it.

 You stepped into the elevator and just before the doors closed his hand snaked out to stop them.

 “Ice? You, well you look really pretty.” He said softly.

 “Thanks, you too.” You whispered.

 Would it be possible to bang your head on the elevator wall hard enough to knock yourself out? Nah, he’d probably try and stop you. Mercifully he didn’t point out your awkward faux pas and let the door close on you.

 When you were gone, he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. You didn’t have any friends; you were legally dead. And the dress… He knew the vision of you in that dress was going to haunt him for a long time, because he knew what you were wearing it for, he wasn’t stupid. He shouldn’t be jealous, shouldn’t feel so ill at the thought of what you were doing. You weren’t his to covet and he had decided to be your friend. But still, there was the awful voice in his head egging on his forbidden desires. Imagining you wearing something like that for him, him being the one to get you out of the dress.

 The thrilling mental image had two effects on his body, making him feel nauseous at the idea of sleeping with you because he wanted so much more than just your body but at the same time, the primal urge he had to rip the dress of and bury his cock deep inside you was making him uncomfortably hard.

 “Friends. Just friends.” He whispered to himself, shaking off the traitorous desire.

 Or trying to shake it off and failing miserably.

   You slipped a twenty from under your dress and paid the cab driver before you got out of the car, looking up at the large building you’d been dropped off at. Throwing your shoulders back and raising your chin, you walked into the lobby with confidence. It was slightly false confidence, but only slight. You weren’t that nervous about why you were here and what you were here for, it was remarkably simple actually. The elevator took you up and as soon as you stepped off, there he was.

 “I’ve gotta admit, even when you accepted my invitation, I didn’t think you’d actually show.”

 “You get stood up a lot hot stuff, got a complex about it?” You smirked.

 “Nobody stands me up, but not every woman is as mysterious and cold hearted as you.”

 “I’m not that mysterious. If you really want to know, you could ask. I don’t see a lot of talking in our future though.” You said coyly.

 “After I went to all that effort of ordering Chinese and turns out, you just want me for my body.” He pouted.

 “If I’ve offended you, maybe I should just leave.” You tutted, turning back towards the elevator.

 His arm circled your waist, pulling you back.

 “Not until I’ve gotten what you came for.” He whispered, his lips ghosting across your shoulder.

 It was obvious really; Johnny Storm was a notorious playboy and you were emotionally unavailable. That didn’t mean that you were a nun, you still had physical needs, and who could satisfy them better than the man of fire? You spun around in his hold and he didn’t hesitate to capture you in a scorching kiss. It was everything you had hoped for, hot and passionate and completely unemotional.

 You pushed your body into his, gasping in surprise when an image of beautiful grey blue eyes flitted through your mind.

 Your fingers grazed the back of his neck, brushing his hair and you frowned when your fingers itched to tug at longer, brunette locks.

 His hands ran across your body and you shivered, wondering what it would feel like to have metal caress you with skin.

 “Godfuckingdamnit.” You swore.

 You hadn’t had to work this hard to get a man out of your mind since… since Daniel.

 “Everything ok?” Johnny frowned.

 “No. I can’t do this.” You sighed, butting your head against his shoulder.

 “Whoever he is, he’s an idiot.” Johnny scoffed.

 “Pardon?”

 “Whoever you’re thinking about? You’re here with me, thinking about him instead of being with him. So, he’s an idiot for not grabbing hold of this opportunity.” He explained.

 “He’s not the idiot. He’s, well he’s not what I want. My brain just hasn’t got the memo.” You sighed.

 “Look, you’re clearly dealing with some issues. I don’t mind you working them out on me.” He said, raising his eyebrow to make it clear exactly what he meant.

 You were not going to sit around and pine for somebody. Anybody.

 “Good.” You said, pushing him backwards and sending him sprawling onto a chair.    

 He smirked as you hiked your dress over your thighs so you could straddle his waist and pulled him into another scorching kiss.

A/N - I painstakingly recreated all the notes I lost when my laptop broke so I could restart this baby... So Ice is back!I'm undecided as to whether I will actually write the Johnny Storm smut, I guess it's up to you. Other than that, what did you think of this chapter?

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can u do a funny one or angsty body swap klance one??

This is so freaking long omg o-o. Hope you guys like it!

Trigger warnings are posted in the tags.

Lance stacked the last box into his new room and straightenedup with a sigh. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around. The roomwas similar to his old one, maybe a little smaller. It was hard to find a shipthat was large enough for all of them to live, and also have a hangar big enoughto hold all the lions. It took some time, but Coran managed to find onesuitable for their needs.

Lance felt a pang in his heart as he thought about thecastle. It had been his home for over a year and, though it would never be Home it was the closest thing he hadfound out here. Now, everything was different.

Lance opened the top box and pulled out the crumpledpicture of his family. He always carried it with him when he was at the garrison,so luckily, he had it on him when he was teleported into space. Lance carefullyplaced it on top of the dresser that was anchored to the wall near the smallbed frame, so that it was the first thing that he saw when he woke up. That waswhat kept him going.

They were the only reason he continued on.

Lance, his mood now considerably darker than it hadbeen previously, turned and left the room, no longer able to stand being alonewith himself and his thoughts. Lance walked down the hall, not entirely surewhere he was going. He hadn’t looked around much, so he had no idea where anythingwas. He ended up in a small sitting room, much like the one in the castle, thoughtmuch smaller. Lance was surprised to find that it was already occupied.

“Hey,” Keith said as Lance walked into the room. Lanceblinked at Keith. He still hadn’t gotten used to the new Keith. Keith wasn’tdifferent exactly, he was just… bigger. Much bigger. His muscles were more defined,and he had finally grown into his ears. Keith’s hair was longer too, having grownout in the time that he was away. And he was taller, taller than Lance. Lancetried to forget this fact.

“Hey” Lance greeted, hovering in the doorway. He wasn’tsure if they were good. Keith had been a little hostile when he first returned,but Lance wasn’t sure if that was just because his message was urgent, or hewas angry with Lance. “You unpacked?” he asked, not knowing what else today.Keith shrugged.

“Kind of” he said. Lance noticed that Keith’s new spacedog was asleep on the couch next to him. “I’m just… not ready yet. Ya know?” hesaid, peering up at Lance. Lance nodded in relief. That was Keith’s way ofletting Lance know that they were fine.

“Yeah, totally. It’s not the castle” he said, takingthis as an invitation to join Keith. He crossed the room and sat on the greyishcouch. It was uncomfortable, nothing like the one in the castle. Lance toldhimself to stop comparing everything to the castle, but it was hard not to. Thecastle was so perfect.

“Yeah” Keith said, making a face. “It’ll just takesome time to get used to this” he gestured to the room. Lance nodded and thenlooked down at the dog, who had woken up and was now nudging his hand.

“Hey there” Lance cooed, petting his head. “What’s hisname?” he asked. Keith smiled.

“Yorak” he told him. “That’s what my mom wanted to callme” Keith explained. Lance stuck out his tongue as Yorak rolled over onto Lance’slap.

“Hi Yorak” Lance laughed, petting the giant white andblue dog. Yorak licked at Lance’s hand. “Does he have any toys?” Lance asked asthe dog hopped off the couch and ran in a circle, barking in excitement.

“Uh, yeah” Keith looked around and then got off thecouch to retrieve a braided rope from the floor. “He likes to play fetch” Lancetook the rope and tossed it across the room. Yorak sped across the floor fasterthan Lance had seen anything move before. He leapt into the air and caught therope before turning and teleporting directly to Lance’s side. Lance’s mouthdropped open in shock. “Oh, and he also does that” Lance turned to Keith, his eyeswide.

“You have a magic space dog… that can teleport” Keithblushed and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“Um. Yes.” he said. Lance’s mouth stretched into agrin.

“That’s so cool” he whispered before turning back tothe dog. He took the rope out of his mouth and threw it again.

“Yeah I- I guess it is” Keith said, watching Lanceplay with his dog.

“He’s so cute” Lance laughed gleefully. Keith crossedhis arms and smiled at him.

“He likes you” he commented. Lance picked up the ropethat Yorak had been playing with. Lance straightened up and threw the rope acrossthe room. Yorak took off across the room, teleporting back and forth until hecaught the rope. “He was still a puppy when I found him. Or, he found me Iguess” Keith moved so he was standing next to Lance, watching Yorak bound towardthem. “He’s grown so much since them” Lance smiled fondly at Keith as he spoke.He obviously loved his space puppy.

“Where did you get his name—” Lance was cut off by Keith’sscream. Lance’s head whipped around right as Yorak teleported right in front ofthem, knocking them over. Lance instinctually reached for Keith, while Keith heldout his hands to stop the dog. Yorak barked in surprise and teleported, draggedKeith and Lance with him. The last thing Lance remember was cold darkness, andthen nothing.

~   ~

When Lance woke up his head was pounding, and his bodyached. He groaned as he rolled over. He immediately bumped into something.Something wet. Lance cringed and craned his neck to get away from the object.The object followed him.

“What happened in here!?” A voice cried from behindLance. Lance groaned again and pried his eyes open. His body felt heavy and hislimbs were too long. “Lance, Keith, are you alright?” It was Pidge. Pidge wasscreaming.

“Shh” A voice came from next to him. “Too loud” Lancepaused. It was a voice he had never heard before. Lance stretched out his limbs,grimacing at the soreness that pulled at his muscles. He slowly opened his eyesand saw the source of the wetness was Yorak’s nose. Lance reached up to movehis face away from his own, and then paused. Something covered his hand.

It was Keith’s glove.

Lance frowned and turned his hand over. His skinlooked different, lighter. ‘Maybe it’s the lighting’ Lance thought to himselfas he sat up. His eyes landed on the body next to him, and he realized that itwas not, in fact the lighting.

Across from Lance, was… Lance.

Lance, or, the other Lance, looked back at him. Someonescreamed, Lance wasn’t sure if it was him or the other him.

“What the fuck!” Lance screeched. The other him stareddown at his hands.

“Lance, what the hell happened!?” The other him yelled.Lance frowned.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” The otherhim looked up with a look of pure confusion.

“What do you mean who am I- Lance, it’s me. Keith” hesaid, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s me! I’m in your-and you’re in my- What is happening!?” Keith’s voice, which sounded like Lance’s,raised in panic.

“Are you guys okay?” Shiro asked in concern, turningthe corner and seeing Lance and Keith sprawled out on the floor shouting at eachother. Shiro turned to Pidge for answers. She shrugged in response.

“Keith is in my—”

“Lance is me-!” The two of them shouted at the sametime. Shiro furrowed his eyebrows and walked closer to them.

“What? Will you- Guys, calm down. Just tell me what’sgoing on” he said calmly. Keith and Lance continued to talk over each other fora few seconds before they both stopped and stared at each other as the realityof the situation sunk in.

“We- Yorak jumped on us and—” Lance began to explain.He was more than freaked out by the fact that his voice sounded like Keith’s.

“He teleported, and we went with him and we- we—” Keithturned to look at Lance. A shiver ran down Lance’s spine as his own eyes staredback at him. It was beyond creepy. “We switched” Shiro looked back and forth betweenthe two of them.

“You… switched? Switched what?” Lance looked up atShiro.

“Bodies. We switched bodies” Shiro was silent for a longmoment before turning his back to them and muttering something to himself.

“You two,” Shiro huffed and turned back to them. “Youhad we worried that something was wrong” he said. Keith let out a loud noise.

“Worried that- Shiro, we switched bodies!” He stressed. “I am in Lance’s body and Lance is in mybody” he said, pointing at Lance and then back at himself. “I’d say that’s prettyfucking worrisome!” Keith said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“Lance, cut it out” Shiro said, rubbing his forehead. “Wejust got settled into the ship, we don’t have time for—”

“He’s not joking Shiro!” Lance spoke up, climbing tohis feet. He was startled at how tall he was. “We- Fuck you’re tall!” Lanceexclaimed suddenly, staring down at his legs. He knew Keith had grown, but nowthat Lance was literally in Keith’s shoes he realized just how tall the boy was.“What the hell was your mother feeding you while you were away!?” Lance stretchedhis arms out and felt his biceps. “Nice” he commented absently.

“Stop that!” Keith exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “That’sweird!” Lance continued to poke and prod his new body, marveling at all Keith’stoned muscles.

“Seriously, do you work out? You’re fucking ripped!”Keith stomped over and batted Lance’s hands away from his body.

“Stop! Leave my body alone!”

“Finders keepers!” Lance shouted childishly. Keith shookhis head in disbelief.

“You didn’t findmy body!” he pointed out. Lance frowned.

“Fine. Possession is nine-tenths of the law” Lanceargued. “My body. I can do whatever I want”

“What. The fuck. Is happening” Pidge commented fromthe side of the room. The others had gathered there as well, all staring atKeith and Lance in utter confusion.

“You- you actually switched bodies?” Shiro asked, squintinghis eyes at the two of them. Keith nodded. Shiro turned to Lance. Lance noddedvigorously.

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you!” Shiro’seyes widened.

“Shit” he said.

“Y- eah” Lance drew out the word.

“How?” Pidge asked. Lance shrugged, making the I-don’t-knowsound.

If they were ever going to switch back, they wouldhave to figure out how they had gotten that way in the first place.

~   ~

“Lance, err- Keith, will you hold still” Shiro askedwith a sigh. Keith made a face and stilled his bouncing knee.

“Sorry” he said. “I’m just… I can’t focus” Everyonehad moved into the make-shift infirmary they had made in one of the emptybedrooms on the new ship. They didn’t have much there, save for one healing podand a few various medical supplies.

“ADHD is a bitch” Lance commented by his side. Theywere both sitting on a table. Coran and Shiro were poking and prodding, tryingto figure out how their consciousnesses had switch. They already determinedthat it happened because they had teleported with Yorak, but they still neededto figure out exactly how, and how to change them back.

“How do you deal with this” Keith asked through grittedteeth. He scratched relentlessly at his arm. Lance shrugged.

“Don’t worry, give it eighteen or so years and you’llget used to it” he joked. Keith shot Lance a look that Lance couldn’t decipher.

“Man, this is so weird” Hunk said. His eyes bounced backand forth between Lance and Keith. “Lance is all quiet and sullen and Keith isloud and bouncy” his mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he watched the two of them.

“Try being in someone else’s body” Lance grumbled. Hewas swinging his legs over the side of the table, still fascinated with howlong his legs were. Keith was squirming and tapping his fingers on the tableloudly.

“Walk me through it again” Shiro said for the fourthtime since they had started running tests on them. Lance sighed.

“We were playing with Yorak, and he ran into us and weteleported with him. When we woke up, I was a brooding emo and Keith was a dashing—”

“Lance” Shiro said sternly. Lance ducked his head.

“Sorry”

“Christ, this is so freaky” Pidge breathed, squinting hereyes at Lance.

“Can you fix this?” Keith asked. “And soon? I’d reallylike my body back” Lance crossed his arms and frowned.

“You want your body back? Or you just don’t want to bein mine?” he asked. Keith shot a look at Lance.

“Lance…” Lane shook his head.

“Never mind. Sorry” he said shortly. “Are you almostdone with these tests?” Coran typing away on a computer, completely lost in analyzingthe data.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. I suppose you can leave for now. I’ll findyou if I find out anything” Coran said absently. Lance hopped off the table andbrushed the hair out of his eyes. Keith’s hair was so much longer than Lance’s.It was softer than it looked.

“I’ll be, uh, in my room” Lance said, quickly walkingaway. He didn’t know why he was upset. Just that he had to get out of there.

~   ~

Keith ended up in Lance’s room after Shiro and Coranhad finished running their tests. The results had all been inconclusive, butCoran was optimistic that he would find a way to reverse what had been done. Itwould just take time.

“What’s up?” Lance asked as Keith knocked on the doorframe.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything weirdto me” he said. Lance opened up his mouth to protest, but Keith held up hishands. “Kidding” he said with a small smile. Lance relaxed. He had been tryingto unpack his room but hadn’t got very far. It felt wrong, doing something normalafter something so abnormal happened to him. “I couldn’t sleep. It felt…”

“Weird” Lance provided. “Like it’s wrong to do somethingso normal after… this” Keith nodded as he stepped into the room, the doorclosing behind him.

“Exactly” Keith stopped in front of Lance’s bed,hesitating. “Are you… alright?” he asked. “You left really suddenly” Lancechewed on his lip.

“I’m in someone else’s body. I think I’m allowed to bea little weird” Lance said defensively.

“I’m not- Aside from that, are you alright?” he asked.Lance wrung his hands together.

“Do you… do you really hate me so much that you can’tstand switching bodies with me?” he asked in a small voice. It was still weirdto hear Keith’s voice when he spoke. He would never get used to it. Keithblinked in stunned silence.

“I- What? Lance, I don’t hate you” he said in confusion.“What I said earlier about wanting to switch back, I didn’t mean that I couldn’tstand being in your body, I just meant that- Fuck, Lance” Keith tugged on his-Lance’s- hair. His hand hovered in mid hair for a moment, like he was expectinghis hair to be longer. “This- this—” Keith waved his hands in front of him. “Allof this is just so much! I feel so weird, like I’m still me and I have all mythoughts but I’m in your body. I didn’t even know that you had ADHD and now I have it. Kind of” Keith turned andstarted pacing the room.

“Keith…”

“I feel like this is kind of my fault because Yorak ismy dog. I brought him here. I don’t evenknow what he is, or what he can do. And now were… like this and we don’t know how long it’ll last. Or if we can evenswitch it back!” Keith continued, not hearing Lance. “I feel- I feel so-!”Keith groaned and pulled on his hair again, stopping at the edge of the bed. “Idon’t know how you do it” He said. “Deal with ADHD. It’s so… God, I never imaginedit’d be like this. I didn’t even know you hadADHD” Lance looked at Keith with pity in his eyes. Lance barely even noticedhis ADHD anymore. He had it almost completely under control, but Keith? Keithhad never dealt with it before.

“It’s not your fault” Lance said. “You didn’t knowthat something like this would happen. I mean, who would think that your spacedog would Freaky Friday us” Keith frowned.

“What?” Lance shook his head.

“Never mind. It’s not your fault. And I’m sure thatShiro and Coran will be able to fix us. They can do anything. But yeah… this is…really weird” Keith huffed and sat down heavily on the edge of Lance’s bed.

“I feel so… wired” he said. “Like I can’t sit still” Hedrummed his fingers against his leg.

“It’ll wear down after a bit” Lance said. “You justneed to calm down. You’re freaking yourself out” Keith nodded. Lance let out a half-laughhalf-sigh and put his hand on Keith’s. Keith laughed shortly and dropped hishands.

“Also, you’re so fucking lanky” Keith complained, sprawlingout on Lance’s bed.

“I’m lanky?”Lance repeated. “I’m not the one who’s eighteen freakin’ feet tall! I swear yougrew like nine feet since you left. I hit my head on everything!” They staredat each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

“I missed you” Lance said, the fondness in his voice moreevident then he realized. “When you were away” Keith smiled up at him, stilllaying on the bed.

“I missed you too” he said. There was something abouthis eyes and made Lance know that something was up.

“How long…” he pulled his knees up to his chest. “Howlong were you out there? In space, with your mother” he elaborated. Keithpinched his lips together and glanced away.

“Uh, a long time” his voice grew quieter. Lance cockedhis head and waited for Keith to continue. “Almost two years, I think” Lance’smouth opened in surprise. Two years. Keith was in space with his mom for twoyears.

“Wow” Was all Lance could think to say.

“Yeah” Keith closed his eyes and stretched out hisarms and legs before curling up into a ball. “It- I really missed you. All ofyou. I mean, I’m glad that I got to spend that time with my mom but… It was… itwas a long time” he said quietly. Lance watched Keith, a mix of emotionsswirling in him.

“It was a long time” Keith peeked his eyes open. Lanceran his hands through his hair. He would never get tired of running his handsthrough Keith’s long silky hair.

“I think I understand you now, Lance” Keith said softly.Lance strained to hear him. Keith looked half asleep. “I get it” Lance frowned.

“What do you mean?” he asked. But Keith was alreadyasleep.

Lance said leaning back against the wall. By switchingbodies Lance had learned more about Keith than he had even known before. Hefelt closer to the boy than he ever had.

Now they had to figure out how to undo it.

~   ~   ~

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Alive and Well. ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Request : 1 -Reader suppose to be on the Ring but she was with Clarke and they didn't make it to ship on time but they both survived. And Reader and Bellamy were couple so she's the one talking to him on the radio everyday. And he was completly broken after that and when they got back he's shocked and they share very emotional reunion (as they both changed very much). And she almost attacked them scared that they're people from this prisoner ship. Thanks! -ANON

2 - Hey there! Just another cute request with Bellamy Blake coming back on earth 7 years after praimfaya when the reader had to stay on earth (he thought she was dead with Clarke) Small detail: one day before goint back to the ark, the reader gave birth to their daughter and see her again 7 years after, when Bellamy had to raise her alone in the ark. NOTHA REQUEST WHICH ACTUALLY GOES WITH THE PREVIOUS ONE: could I please with sugar on top get an imagine when bellamy is raising his daughter alone on the ark with the reader being on earth (supposely dead) Like cute moments daughter/father, the skaikru team being protective and playing with the daughter 😎 Have a nice sundayyyy - @enoraturner

Pairing : Bellamy x FEM Reader

Word Count : 2,753

Warnings : like three curse words lol 

A/N : okay so lets just imagine that D/F/N was a ripped metal ass baby that can survive the vacuum of space bc going to space a day after ur born is kinda unrealistic LMAO the ending might be a little lackluster sorry!! just wanted to get this out there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also thank you so much for requesting!! please request some more !! i love writing for Bellamy !! im really scared on how this will do pls help me out here

D/F/N, D/M/N = daughter’s first name/middle name

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FCK ME UP WIT IT<3

“ Here we go again. “ You huffed out quietly, a radio in one hand and a wrinkled map in the other. A stray breeze flowed gracefully through your hair and along the branches of nearby trees. You gazed longingly at the black CB radio in your palm, hoping a familiar voice would just speak out of nowhere. It nearly brought you to tears just imagining the thought of someone responding after six lonely years.

“ Bellamy, if you can hear me, you’re alive. It’s been 2,199 days since Praimfaya. I don’t know why I still do this every day. Maybe it’s my way of staying sane here with Clarke. Not forgetting who I am, who I was. It’s been safe for you to come down for over a year now. Why haven’t you? I miss you. “

“ D/F/N D/M/N Blake! Come out, come out, wherever you are! “ Bellamy playfully yelled out, his voice echoing throughout the metal halls of the Ark. His feet quickly tip toed along the corridors while his eyes briefly scanned each and every room in search of his little daughter. Just before leaving after peeking in the last bedroom of Hall C, a high giggle could be heard from under the floorboards.

“ Hm, if I was a seven year old, where would I hide? “ Bellamy questioned curiously out loud, attempting to lure D/F/N out of her hiding spot. The tiny child kept her fingers planted on her lips, refraining from making a peep of noise. Her father slowly kneeled down on the floor, silently lifting up a tile and revealing the surprised face of a little girl. “ I found you! Now, come on out, sweetheart. Monty’s making us try foods again. “

“ Ewww, do we have too? “ D/F/N groaned out, her nose crinkling in disgust as she crawled out of the tiny floorspace. Bellamy hummed out in affirmation, a small sigh following suit. During the six years in space, Monty has been experimenting to find sources of nutrients to sustain eight people, even if they tasted like bitter posion. “ Last one there has to drink two! “

“ Hey! No fair! “ Bellamy barked out, running after his daughter who already disappeared around the corner like a ghost. He groaned out as a hand ran through his ruffled hair, knowing full well he would never catch up to D/F/N. She was too smart for her own good, an obvious trait she inherited from her wonderful mother, and she never stopped asking about going back to Earth.

Bellamy saw so much of you in D/F/N: the H/C hair, the E/C eyes, the ability to think in such creative and unusual ways. She was practically a carbon copy of everything he missed so dearly. Bellamy would look down on the world from the Ark, watching it simmer in radiation and never letting himself forget how he didn’t try hard enough to get you to come along. As D/F/N grew, Bellamy became somewhat accustomed with your absence, it was like you left her as a souvenir for him!

“ Bottoms up, King. You got two to drink this time. “ Murphy teased, his chin planted in his palm as a smug grin curled on his lips. The rest cheered loudly as Bellamy took the seat next to D/F/N on the bench, eyeing the nutrients warily while his stomach did ten flips.

“ Chug! Chug! Chug! “ Skaikru chanted over and over, their fists pounding sonorously on the metal table, even D/F/N joined in! That little rat! Bellamy groaned out defeated, his hand lifted the bowl to his lips and his throat choked down both bowls of the sharp tasting sludge. Laughter and claps broke out when Bellamy slammed the bowl down on the table, sloppily wiping the residue from off his mouth.

“ Your turn, dear. “ Bellamy spoke deviously, nudging D/F/N and almost nearly gagging right after. It never got any easier to drink that sludge, ask anyone in the Ark. D/F/N sighed out, silently preparing herself as she pinched her nose and downed the nutrients without fail. Raven and Echo clapped happily, showering her with accolades for being such a big girl as Murphy gave her an eager fistbump. Monty slapped his hand with a smile on his face and D/F/N did just the same, taking Bellamy by surprise. When did he teach D/F/N him and Jasper’s signature quirk? “ Okay, that was pretty good, I won’t lie. “

“ You’re just mad because you had to drink two, dad. “ D/F/N boasted confidently, her nose stuck up and her arms crossed firmly over her chest. Bellamy’s right eyebrow cocked slightly at her, the rest pointing and laughing at him. The mischievous smile on Bellamy’s face hinted that karma was about to bite D/F/N in the ass.

“ Well, joke’s on you, sweetheart. You earned yourself an extra hour of studying. “ Bellamy stared bluntly, the jeering instantly shifted into boos as D/F/N pouted childishly. The resent showed plainly on her face as she stomped to the makeshift library down Hall D.

“ You make a great dad, you know that? Y/N would be insanely proud of you, really! “ Raven commended him, the others quickly agreeing as well. Bellamy smiled sheepishly in response, relived that he wasn’t doing such a bad job of being a father figure to his daughter. “ We’re all really proud of you too, Bell. Keep up the good work! “

“ I really appreciate all your guy’s help. I wouldn’t have been able to this on my own. “ Bellamy humbly thanked Skaikru, a small smile remaining on his tanned face. Everyone sat in a comfortable silence, looking back on what’s happened during the six years in space as well as the years down on Earth. Everyone missed you yet no one mentioned it, especially Bellamy. You always had a way of breaking the silence and distracting people in a way where they totally forgot that the world was a complete shithole. “ What do you guys think about returning to Earth? I think it’s about time. “

“ Can you please help me? “ D/F/N peeped out, a small book in her hand as her finger pointed out the name Hecuba. Bellamy put down the Iliad beside him to get a better look. “ What does that say? “

“ Hecuba. Say it for me? He-Cu-Ba? “ Bellamy enunciated the name of the woman whose cry of grief moved the Greek Gods in the heavens above, looking to his daughter after. D/F/N attempted to repeat the name but didn’t really succeed. It’s the thought that counts!

“ Hey, D/F/N. Want to do something not boring? “ Raven peeked in the crack of the doorway, moving the tendril of hair behind her ear. D/F/N gasped in response, her mood instantly lifting and her eyes sparkling as she dashed out the door with Raven. Bellamy sighed out, she was supposed to study! He roamed over to the bedroom window, a perfect view of the scorched Earth beneath him. A half full bottle of alcohol sat on the windowsill, Bellamy’s thoughts pondering if they should really go back.

He left you behind and he couldn’t seem to stop beating himself up for it. Bellamy brushed his hand over his beard out of sheer stress, what if you and Clarke were dead this whole time? The trip back would be all for naught and there was definitely no way of getting back. The rest of the group were also uneasy about the proposal of risking everything if there was just going to be another Praimfaya and no second option of surviving it. Bellamy and them decided to let the thought marinate a little before collectively making a final desicion.

Bellamy contemplated finishing off the rest of the blue potion, in hopes that everything would be okay and that you were still kicking it. He took it into his hand before shaking the thought off and setting it back on the window sill, he has better things to do. Bellamy forced himself up off the desk chair to find D/F/N and Raven somewhere in the Ark.

“ Oh my god, Raven! You are not taking her on a space walk! Are you fucking crazy! “ Bellamy scolded her as she froze in the middle of zipping up a child sized space suit for D/F/N. He nearly lost his shit at the scenario of D/F/N floating off into space like some thriller movie. Echo, Monty, and Murphy sat silently in guilt, they thought it would’ve been cool! How could not try it? “ When did you even make that! “

“ Echo and I totally did not sew this suit for D/F/N a few months ago and we totally have not been planning this space walk for a few months now. “ Raven lied through her teeth, her head hung low in shame. Anger rose in Bellamy’s chest, so much for thanking them for their help! They were going to kill his one and only!

“ And you guys just let this happen? “ Bellamy questioned Monty and Murphy, putting them on the spot just before berating them for being in on the scheme. He looked to D/F/N with furrowed eyebrows and kneeling before her, his hands planted on the sides of her tiny biceps. “ You should’ve told me, sweetheart. This is dangerous! You could die out there! “

“ I’m sorry.. If we were on Earth, stuff like this wouldn’t happen! I want to see my mom already! “ D/F/N murmured out an apology with a sniffle before bursting into tears and running out of the airlock room. Bellamy sighed out, if you were here, he wouldn’t have been dealing with this problem. Bellamy rose from his place on the cold floor and sent one last death look to everyone before retreating to find D/F/N.

“ D/F/N? Where are you? I’m sorry for yelling, sweetheart. I just didn’t want you to get hurt! “ Bellamy yelled down each hallway, his head peeking in every other before moving into the common room. He stopped dead in his tracks like a deer in the headlights. D/F/N stood frozen in utter fear as a rifle barrel was pointed just between her eyes.

“ Come with us or she dies. “ One of the strangers spoke up as the other retrieved D/F/N who let out a high yelp as the woman dragged her roughly down Hall B by the bicep. She tried so hard to rebel against the outsider by screaming and thrashing violently but the effort was rendered futile. They both disappeared around a corner but D/F/N could still be heard crying and shrieking out for her father. Bellamy’s raised hands gripped into tight fists out of fury. Where were they taking her?

“ Who are you? “ Bellamy barked loudly, his jaw clenching tightly as the rest of Skaikru joined behind him, their hands slowly rising to the ceiling. His instincts told him to attack while the end of an assault rifle forced him to seethe in rage.

“ We’re here to take you back to Earth. “

“ The bunker’s gone silent, too. We tried digging them out for a while, but there was too much rubble. I haven’t made contact with them, either. Anyway, I still have hope that I’ll get to see you. Tell Raven to aim for the one spot of green, and you’ll find me. The rest of the planet, from what I’ve seen, basically sucks, so- “ You spoke into the radio, eyes gazing at the dirt and leaves under your boots. A distant boom ripped your attention from the ground to the high clouds above.

A small, almost microscopic in the sea of blue zoomed across the sky, the sound of its rockets could be heard from a mile away. You rose to your feet, your chest rising with all kind of emotions like you were going to burst into a million pieces. Bellamy felt the same way, the possibility of seeing you again and showing you the product of his teachings made him want to scream out in joy for no reason at all. D/F/N tightened her clutch on Bellamy’s jacket, her nose sniffling as leftover tears stained her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her thin body, his lips pressed against the top of her head in hopes to reassure D/F/N that everything would be fine. Bellamy couldn’t wait to tell you everything that happened up in space, holy shit.

“ Nevermind, I see you. “ You uttered, tears running down your cheeks as you rushed to wake Clarke up. You shook her awake, a giant smile plastered on your face. Clarke grumbled incoherently, her fingers rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “ They’re here! I think they heard us, Clarke. “

Clarke instantly shot up from her resting spot, following suit behind you as you dashed to get a better look at the ship. It was strange as the ship inched closer and closer to the ground, it was a lot larger than you remembered. Bellamy was unsure of how close they were to landing, they were locked on the bottom of a floating prison transport ship while the fugitives piloted the vehicle on the top floor.

“ You said it was a small ship, right? “ You asked, slight fear consuming your chest cavity. Clarke confirmed with a silent nod as you looked down the sight of your nearby assault rifle. “ Oh God, get down and get the rover out. Load all of the guns too. “

Clarke hastily followed your orders and retreated into the driver’s seat of the jeep, backing it up behind the treeline. What the fuck is going on? You cocked the handle of your rifle and slowly made your way to the landing site of the prison transport.

The ship was dauntingly gigantic, much larger than the drop ship but smaller than Arkadia. You’ve never seen this kind of ship before, it looked much more advanced than any technology you’ve seen on the Ark before. You’ve never seen the corporation name either. Who was running the Eligius Corporation ship?

Your train of thought was quick to be derail when the sound of latches and locks started moving out of place, indicating that the entrance will be revealed and you were going to kill whoever came out on sight. The gun was pressed firmly to your shoulder, your finger itching to press the trigger.

You already knew who it was as soon as you saw the top of their head. The tears were already falling and all your muscles immediately untensed in complete and utter relief. Bellamy was alive and D/F/N was absolutely gorgeous. You dropped the gun on the grass, your heart raced at a hundred miles per hour, excited to hug the love of your life.

It was like all the oxygen in Bellamy’s lungs left as soon as his eyes adjusted to the light and eventually focused on you. Skaikru stood in blatant shock, you were alive and well after everyone thought you weren’t. You beat the impossible odds and here you were in your full glory, face to face with Bellamy after an eternity spent apart.

No words were spoken, just a long awaited hug to confirm that you both were real and it wasn’t just a simple dream. D/F/N hid behind Echo’s leg, her large eyes trained directly on you. You took in all of Bellamy: his hair, his clothes, his smell. Before opening your eyes and realizing that your seven year old daughter was watching you. You pulled away from Bellamy, acknowledging D/F/N was here on Earth with you. She rapidly averted her gaze and shrank even more behind her leg. Echo looked to D/F/N and patted her head comfortingly, letting her know that everything was completely okay.

You knelt on the ground and held out a hand to her, eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. What if your daughter rejects you? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. D/F/N peeked her eyes out to look at Bellamy who nodded for her to come out of her hiding spot. She steadily shuffled her way to you, uneasiness showing as plain as day on her face.

“ It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve been waiting a really, really long time for this, D/F/N. I’m Y/N, your mother. “

[winchesterprincessbride]

The Contest-Part 32

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! : *Note: My vision for the show is different from what has actually happened, and some characters and plotlines may differ.

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew, Readers sister Karen (OC)

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Reader’s POV

“No! I can’t be. I can’t.  We were careful.”  I whispered, shaking my head in denial. Then I remembered the night Jared and Rory got into their fight. Okay, so we were mostly careful.

“You never answered my question, Y/N. How late are you?” Nikki asked softly.

With a sigh of defeat, I pulled up my calendar on my phone and counted, and counted again. “Two weeks.” I finally admitted. “I thought it was from stress.”

“Maybe we should just go to the drugstore and get a test. That way we can be sure.” Nikki said in that no-nonsense way of hers.

“What if I am? What will I do? I’m not married like you are. This wasn’t planned. And what about the show? How do I drop that little bombshell? And how do I tell Jared? He has three kids already, I have no idea if he even wants any more.” I dropped my head into my hands. “I’m really freaking out here, Nik.”

She sat down next to me and rubbed my back gently. “Well let’s find out if you are first before we panic. And as for everything else, we’ll figure it out. How about you finish packing us up for our flight and I’ll go buy the test? It will take your mind off of things for the moment.”

I nodded.  “Okay, let’s do that.  Thanks, Nikki. I don’t know what I would do without you!”

She grinned at me,  “You’d still be a nurse back in Philly, Sister.”

Gemini’s POV

They all sat around the table in the war room looking at me. 

“Can you tell us what happened back there, Gem?” Sam asked me gently.

“I don’t know,” I said softly. I really didn’t. 

“How do we know it wasn’t Rowena doing her witch mojo thing?” Dean asked.

“It didn’t feel like last time.  It felt different.” I admitted.

“I think I have an idea about what might be going on.” Cas finally said.  

“Well don’t keep us in suspense, Cas. Tell us already!” Dean snapped.

Cas shot Dean his usual look of irritation.  He continued as though Dean hadn’t spoken.  “The baby shares Sam’s blood, including the demon blood. I think the baby may also share Sam’s powers, and they are manifesting themselves through Gemini.”

The room was silent as we all processed this.  Everyone looked from Sam to me and back again.  I stared at him in confusion.   “What is he talking about?  Demon blood?  Powers?  What haven’t you told me?”

Dean coughed awkwardly before glaring at his brother.  “You didn’t tell her?”

“No, I didn’t tell her, Dean.  It happened a long time ago, and it’s not a time in my life that I like to revisit, okay?” Sam snapped.

“Would someone tell me what the hell is going on!” I demanded, smacking my palms on the table for emphasis.

A muscle in Sam’s jaw twitched, and he jumped from his chair and grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him.  “Let’s talk in our room, Gem.”

We sat down next to each other on the bed, Sam still holding my hand tightly in his much-larger one.  I opened my mouth to speak, but Sam put his finger to my lips to silence me. 

“I have a lot I need to tell you, Gem.  Some of this is pretty hard for me to talk about.  I wasn’t keeping this from you, I just never dreamed any of this would come up again.” His hazel eyes looked so troubled.

“Whatever it is, we will figure it out, together,” I told him as I gently caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes for a minute, leaning into my touch.  Then as though steeling himself for battle, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and looked at me.

“It all started when I was six months old……” He began.

Reader’s POV

Nikki was gone for a long time.  So long that I fell asleep waiting for her to come back.  The long nights sitting up with my mother had taken their toll, and my body just finally shut down. When I woke, it was getting dark outside and I panicked.  “Crap, how long was I asleep?”

“At least three hours.  You’ve barely stopped since we got here, and it’s gonna be full-speed ahead when we get home, so I decided to let you sleep.” She pointed to a bag on the table. “The tests are in there.  I got a few different kinds, I wasn’t sure what you wanted.  Just so you know, we need to leave for the airport in about an hour.”

“Great, no pressure or anything,” I muttered. 

“So, are you gonna do it or what? I need to know if my kid is gonna have a BFF or a future spouse.”  Nikki said with a grin.

“I’m glad that you find this all so entertaining.  I’m about to lose my shit and you’re cracking jokes.  Some friend you are!” I sucked my tongue out at her childishly.

“Would you shut up and go pee on the stick already?” Nikki yelled after me as I stomped off to the bathroom to do the test.

“Die you cherry popsicle eating cow!” I screeched as I slammed the door as hard as I could. 

“Love you too, you stupid giraffe!” I heard Nikki swear at the closed door, completely unperturbed. We had been friends too long for any name calling to hurt each other’s feelings.  She knew I didn’t mean it.

I didn’t need to read the instructions, I had been doing pregnancy tests since nursing school.  I peed on the stick, capped it, and waited five of the longest minutes of my life.

Nikki was sitting on the couch quietly when I walked out.  She wasn’t on her phone texting Misha or reading emails, she was just waiting.  I sat down and immediately burst into tears.  She gathered me into her arms and rocked me as I cried.  “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N.  Jared loves you.  He will love this baby too.”

“I’m scared, Nik. I’m not ready to be anyone’s m-m-mother! I gave up everything for this stupid show. My job, my life, my friends. What if they fire me? What if Jared doesn’t want this baby?” I sobbed harder. “I should have been more careful!”

Nikki brushed my hair out of my eyes and handed me a tissue.  “It takes two to tango, girlfriend. Padaleski is a big boy.  This isn’t all on you.  The car will be here any minute to take us to the airport.  Why don’t you go wash your face and freshen up? Jared and Misha are picking us up at the airport, and you don’t want him to see you looking like a hag, do you?” 

She grinned when I cracked a smile. “Your lucky we are both pregnant, Collins, or I would bitch-slap you right now,” I said with a watery chuckle as I hugged her tightly.

Gemini’s POV

It took a long time for Sam to tell me the whole story.  I only interrupted him a few times to ask questions when I was confused about something, and he clarified for me and continued on.  His voice never wavered as he recounted the terrible story that began with the deal Mary made with Azazel to save his father’s life.  He had experienced so much pain, endured so much loss.  My heart just broke for him.  

He finally finished speaking and the silence stretched between us.  “Say something, Gem.” He demanded desperately.

“This just gets stranger and stranger,” I said quietly.

Sam’s shoulder’s slumped in defeat and he looked at the floor.  I put my hand on his cheek and whispered, “Sam, look at me.”  His eyes met mine, and they were shiny with unshed tears. I realized just what it had cost him to relive all of that again.  “I love you.  That isn’t going to change.  And we will figure all this crazy shit out together as long as we are honest with each other, okay?”

“Okay.” He agreed.

I yawned hugely. “Lay with me?” I asked him. “That demon-mojo thing really wiped me out.”

Sam put his arm around my shoulder, and I snuggled in close, burying my face into the warmth of his neck as we talked quietly.  “How are we gonna be able to do this?” He asked me suddenly.

I peeked up at him.  “Do what, exactly?”

“Parent a special kid like this.  You were raised by a witch and me by a hunter.  Not exactly the best role models.” He absently twirled a strand of my hair around his finger.  “We are way out of our league here.”

“My Gram loved Leo and me, and she gave us everything she had until the day she died.  Dean practically raised you and would move heaven and earth for you.  So we’ll make it up as we go and hopefully learn from our mistakes just like regular parents do,” I whispered, my voice fading as my eyes drifted closed and I fell into a deep sleep. 

I woke with a start, still in our bed, but Sam was gone.  There was a strange woman standing at the foot of the bed staring at me.  Blind instinct had me reaching out for my gun which I usually kept on the nightstand, but it wasn’t there.  “You won’t be needing that,” she said with a soft smile.

She was dressed is a long white gown, and her feet were bare.  “Are you an angel? Does Cas know your here?” I snapped. “How were you able to get past the wards?”

She smiled sort of sadly at the mention of Cas’ name. “I’m not an angel. I had to come to you in your dreams.  It’s the only safe place I could reach out to you without him knowing. We need to talk.”

“Who the hell are you?”

She sat down on the edge of the bed.  “My name was Kelly Kline.” She said simply.

Kelly Kline? Why did I know that name? I sat up straighter.  “Wait a minute…. you said “was”.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I? That’s right, I’m dead.” She said softly.

And then it hit me. “Wait a minute.  I know who you are.  You are Lucifer’s son’s mother.  Sam told me about you.”

She nodded. “Yes, I am Jack’s mother.  I died giving birth to him.  That’s why I am here. I know you are pregnant, and I know what your son is destined to do.  I am here to beg you, from one mother to another, to please save my son.”

Reader’s POV

I swore Nikki to secrecy on the plane, making her swear she wouldn’t tell Misha until I’d had a chance to tell Jared.  She rolled her eyes at me.  “Are you serious? Misha can’t keep a secret to save his life.”

“Neither can you, so the two of you are perfect for each other,” I said with a snort.

“Bite me, giraffe,” Nikki said out the side of her mouth.

Jared and Misha were waiting for us when we got off the plane. They must have come directly from the set because Jared was dressed in one of Sam’s flannels and jeans and Misha in Cas’ suit minus the trenchcoat.  

Jared enveloped me in his arms.  “God I missed you. How’s your Mom?”

“Better, thanks. I missed you too.” I leaned into his chest and sighed.  “How’s work been?”

Jared gave a tired sigh.  “Crazy.  We had to juggle some things to shoot around your absence.  Everyone will be happy to see you. Come on, babe.  Let’s get your bag and go home.”

I looked over at Misha. “Hey Mish. I bought your wife back in one piece. Philly is all out of red popsicles, so I had no choice.”

He chuckled as he gave me a hug.  “I hope Nikki behaved herself.  Any run-ins with Mindy while you were home?” He asked.

“Are you kidding? After the smackdown Y/N gave her at our party? Mindy didn’t come within a hundred miles of us.”  Nikki said with a smirk.  “You know your girl’s a badass, right Padaleski?”

“I’d be stupid to argue with you, Nik.” Jared agreed.

After the driver dropped the four of us off at home, we said our goodbyes to Nikki and Misha and headed up to our apartment.  Jared and I didn’t have to be on set until later tomorrow, so we had some time together.

We’d decided we were both too tired to go anywhere, so we ordered food from our favorite Italian place that delivered.  I changed into leggings and a pink Eagles sweatshirt I’d picked up at the airport just to piss Jensen off.

“Nice shirt.  Wonder how fast I can get it off you?” Jared said with a wicked grin.

“Isn’t it great? I thought I’d wear it to work tomorrow.”

Jared laughed that wonderful laugh of his. “Jensen will LOVE that.”

When our dinner came we sat on the couch eating and talking.  He offered me some wine, which I declined. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. I asked him to tell me about the wedding in an effort to change the subject.

“Gen looked beautiful and really happy.  I mostly spent my time corralling the kids.  It felt weird without you there.  I was glad I got to spend time with the kids and see everybody, but I was glad when it was over.” He looked pensive for a moment.

“Did it make you think about your wedding?” I asked quietly.

He shrugged. “Not really.  It made me realize how much I missed being married.  And how much I wished you were with me.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, Jared. I know how important it was, but my Mom needed me.” 

He put his hand on my arm.  “Yes, she did. I completely understand. In fact, I’m glad you weren’t there because it helped me figure some stuff out. I need to talk to you about something.”

I put my plate down. “I have something to tell you too,” I whispered. “You go first.”

“So, seeing Gen get married made me realize that I want that again.  With you.  I know this seems sudden, but I’ve been thinking about this from practically the minute we started dating.”

He pulled a black box out of his pocket and my heart skipped a beat.  When he opened it, inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. “ I love you, Y/N. I think you are my soulmate as much Gemini is Sam’s.  Will you marry me?”

“Yes, definitely,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. I held out my hand and he slipped on the ring.  It fit perfectly.  “It’s so big!” I said in awe.  He leaned in and kissed me, his lips warm and soft on mine.  “I love you, Jared.”

“Well, I’m a big guy.  I couldn’t give you a tiny ring, now could I? So, that was my big news.  What did you want to talk to me about?” He asked curiously.

I took a deep breath.  “ So when I was home…….Nikki figured out that I…….I’m pregnant, Jared.”

(Part 33)

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[vnights]

Looking through the photos, he let out loud giggles from every other childs face. Tapping his fingers together, giggling lowly, and giving even more dance-like movements, Sun has come to his conclusion- “Heeheeheehee!! They remind me of regulars here, but I don’t think THEY are regulars. They SHOULD BE!! But they are not!” He ended with a silly shrug, holding both hands upwards at either side of his head. “They COULD BE playing with the main cast! They seem like OLDER kiddies, and the older kiddies do not usually come here- And yet, here you are!! I would not be surprised if-”

Sunny was cutoff, jumping with a whimper at a loud bang above the playplace, near the Daycares lobby. He became overcome with excitement, nudging Sophia rather harshly while anticipating another playmate. The moment he saw their feet at the end of the slide, however, he loudly gaped, placing both hands on his face, dragging them down with a metallic screech- “NnnNNN-!! Na’ooo!! No no no no!!.. Bad time, bad time, BAD TIME-! YOU NEED TO HIDE!” Without giving her the option to decide, he snatched her hand, running like his life depended on it to the closest shelter. Sunny basically shoved her to the ground upon entering, shushing her a little too loudly, holding his index finger to his mouth. He then took cover himself, ducking down into the ball-pit not far from them.

He poked his head out to watch their unwanted buddy. A giggle followed their entrance, beginning to coo in the softest, loveliest voice- “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry you saw what you did, it must have been so scary.. But I am not against you!.. I promise!.. I know you’re here, so, please, come out.. I want to make amends.. I want to help you..” The bunny-dawned woman pleaded, sorrow filling her tone. For some reason, Sunny didn’t seem to like this bunny.

And for that reason, he needs to take action. Sophia isn’t a child, but she’s still in danger, he feels. “...No one’s here! GO AWAY!!” He yelled, burying his head back into the plastic balls.

“...Ha. Oh dear, Sun, what have you done?..” It was almost scary the way this womans voice changed from caring to intimidating. It was almost familiar.

“I have done NOTHING!! I have been coloring ALL NIGHT, there is NO ONE HERE! I do not appreciate your INTRUSION!” He insisted, being drawn out of his hiding spot by his rapid emotions.

“Oh? That so? Then who have you been talking too?... You’re not exactly the quietest.”

Sun had insisted Sophia stay hidden. But it’s hard.. He doesn’t really have the capacity to really defend himself properly. He’s too energetic, he can’t think of decent defenses. She’s basically bullying him..

“My volume is NONE of your business, AT ALL! No one is here, GO AWAY!! GO!! AWAY!! I am BUSY doing FUN THINGS, I must prepare for the children tomorrow morning!!”

“Hmm. Kicking me out..” The rabbits words strayed, as did she, walking farther and farther away, pulling him along by action. He can’t help but follow, to make sure she leaves- “And.. No one’s here? If.. You insist. Then, in that case, I don’t think you’d mind if we all just.. Slept.”

“YES!! Go to sleep, leave me alone!! I WANT TO PLAY! I WANT TO PLAY I WANT TO PLAY I WANT TO PLAY I WANT TO PLAY!!”

Sun was childishly stomping his feet, not noticing Vanny linger. She giggled, resting her hand upon a switch that, only upon noticing, made Sun grip at his face, body, head, clothes, in paranoia. He whimpered, and cried, and begged for her to leave it alone. Then, she simply shrugged. “Goodnight, Sun. See you tomorrow.” She spoke pleasantly, yet, upon flipping said switch, she darted for the exit, leaving Sunny behind in a fumbling mess, and the surroundings dark.

It’s very dark.

“NA’OOOO!! NO, NO NO NO NO NO!! TURN IT BACK ON- TURN IT BACK ON!! Don’t- NO!! I don’t want it- I DON’T WANT IT-!!” He began scream-sobbing, stumbling over to a small pile of building blocks, tripping over them. His legs kicked in the air as he continued to throw a fit, everything seeming to just.. Stop within a few seconds. It’s now.. Completely silent, minus the labored breathing.

I’m so down for a SB interaction with Sophie! I’m just not sure who XD

The 'Wild-Card' requires an equal response! ☀️ Sunny! (Plot may include others due to both parties indecisiveness.)

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This night is truly devastating. History is repeating itself, a group of children, vanished, with only but one lone survivor, the small boy having both the courage and motivation to flee his attackers before he could meet the same fate as his friends.

That, however, is somehow, unrelated to this incident.

Though happening in the same building, the situations are different, a girl merely dozing off in a hidden area, waking only after daylight had bidden its goodnight. To ones delight, her eventual activity would be found by a particularly energetic 'play-mate', who is MORE than happy to keep her company until the doors open.

He just has to notice her, first.

[starrywinters]

7 Minutes!AU — Park Jihoon Fic

requested by anon!

genre: fluff

synopsis: both jihoon and you secretly loves each other, both of you are oblivious to the other’s feelings but everyone else can clearly see it, and you don’t confess until you play 7 minutes in heaven.

Ever heard of the saying, “A guy and a girl can be best friends and stay as best friends”? Yeah, that’s a lie. One will bound to fall for the other, if not maybe both will fall for each other. Sometimes at the right time, sometimes at the wrong.

“Hey Y/N! Mommy said we kiss the one we love when we’re older. So. when we’re older, I’m definitely going to give you many many kisses!” Stretches his arms as far as he can to emphasize his point.

That was said by a five-year-old Park Jihoon, your childhood friend since diapers. The one who is always there to mend your pain away and sooth your anger.

–

“LEE DAEHWI. YOU LIL-” You began, stomping your feet and splashing droplets of water everywhere, sentence cutting off as Jihoon pulls you into a hug. You wetting his entire self in the process. It was just like any other day where Lee Daehwi, your best friend, would pull a prank on you. One time it was tampering with your alarm clock, another time with a caramel ONION. Yes, onion, instead of an apple he used an onion.

This time, a bucket of water and a classroom door was involved. You can already guess what happened. You opened the door to your first period class and the whole bucket of water fell. On you. Not on Jihoon, who was standing beside you the whole time. No, it fell on you.

Already a Senior in high school, Daehwi has still not grown out of his childish side. Sinking yourself more fully into Jihoon’s warm embrace, you slowly calm down. The thought of getting revenge on Daehwi at the back of your mind. Standing at the doorway, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, someone can be heard clearing their throat behind you. Bae Jinyoung, Daehwi’s accomplice in most of his pranks and Daehwi’s #1 best friend.

Grinning, waggling his eyebrows, and winking at you two, “Hey lovebirds, stop blocking the doorway and keep your PDA indoors please.”

Never separating from your hug, “Shut up Jinyoung, you and Daehwi got her mad again. When will you two stop?” He pats your head slowly, lulling you into a sleep. But at the same time, it isn’t helping your situation as your heart begins to pound against your chest harder and faster. Yes, you have a mAJOr crush on Park Jihoon, your childhood best friend. What a surprise.

“Dunno, maybe never?” Seeing that you aren’t paying attention to them anymore he mutters to Jihoon, “We’re doing this for your sake bro, let us live a little. These are the only chances where you are bold enough to hug Y/N. When will you confess to her?”

Unfortunately for Jihoon, that was when you came back to the real world, finally separating from Jihoon’s hug. “Confess what? And to who?”

“N-nothing! Jinyoung is just saying nonsensical things like he usually does, le-let’s go to class, the bell’s about to ring.”

–

The bell rang as lunch period began

Literally stomping to your table, Jihoon right behind you, you see Daehwi sitting with Jinyoung, chatting very animatedly. ’Hah, not anymore you little devil.’ Wringing the collar of his shirt in your hands, “LEE DAEHWI. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP WITH THE DAMN PRANKS. IT’S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE.”

And here comes Jihoon, your personal teddy bear. Bringing you into another hug, you hiding your face in the crook of his neck again, slowly calming down your anger and breathing. During that whole process of you trying trying to calm down, your stomach growls. Loudly. To hide from further embarrassment, you dig your face further into Jihoon’s neck and curl yourself up, practically sitting on his lap.

Across from you sits Jinhwi, witnessing everything, “Eewww, guys, please. I feel like throwing up.” Dramatically, ”Jinyoung, take me to the restroom.”

“You can go yourself, you have legs.” And he indulges himself with his slice of pizza, ignoring the nonstop blabbering to the right of him. Offended, he turns to you and Jihoon, but ends up staying mum since you were still sitting on Jihoon’s lap as he’s hugging you. Daehwi knew you were still mad, so he proposes a compromise.

“Ok so Y/N, i’m sorry I pulled another prank on you, this will be the last time. I promise. So to make it up to you– HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!??1”

Repositioning yourself so you’re facing him, head against Jihoon’s chest, you glare at him. If glares could kill, Daehwi would’ve been long gone already. “What?”

“As I was saying, to make up for my childish actions, i’m inviting you to the party I got invited to last period. It’s this Saturday at Kang Daniel’s place. You know, the popular jock?” As expected of the ever friendly chatterbox Lee Daehwi.

Closing your eyes, you feel Jihoon’s grip tighten around you (be it unconsciously or not, you really liked it) and you focus on the vibrations as he talks, “I don’t know Daehwi, Y/N doesn’t do parties. You know that.”

“Ok but, just give this one a chance. You can leave early if you don’t like it, but at least stay there for 5 minutes? C’mon! It’s senior year, please?”

–

’Curse Daehwi and his cuteness. Evil otter lookalike.’ Were the thoughts that ran through your head as you stood outside your door, pouting, waiting for Jihoon to arrive. Wherever you go, Jihoon goes. You dragged him with you to the party since you didn’t want to be alone, plus you needed a savior if ever Daehwi or Jinyoung comes up with something fishy at the party. Which they will do, you can feel it.

“I don’t get it, why do I have to be here,” childishly stomping your feet, you complain to Jihoon.

Jihoon chuckling, “Because you fell for Daehwi’s cute acts. Like always.” Shaking his head in amusement.

“lisTEN, you do too ok?? Don’t target only mE.”

–

Knocking on the front door of captain of the dance team, Kang Daniel, you were let in and greeted by him. You can tell he’s a teeny bit tipsy as he leaned in to give you a hug, but you don’t even know him?? Jealous, Jihoon drags you away and closer to him. In the back, he can see Daehwi giggling to Jinyoung. Narrowing his eyes at them. ’Now, what is their motive?’

Yes, this isn’t their first time trying to set him up with you. They’ve been trying ever since they’ve met the both of you, almost giving up as they felt discouraged since they were getting nowhere. But once they found the both of you are actually really in love with each other, their motivation skyrocketed.

Throughout the night, Daniel and a few other guys consecutively tries to approach you, to get you to have a few drinks with them. Most of the time, Jihoon’s the one rejecting the offers, rarely do you ever get a chance to say (not like you’ll ever accept anyway).

Other than that, you actually had fun. Jihoon didn’t, he spent majority of the time glaring guys off.

A few minutes later, Daehwi bounces towards your direction, yelling out, “HEY Y/N, JIHOON! LET’S GO PLAY A GAME WITH THE OTHERS, JINYOUNG’S ALREADY THERE SAVING US A SPOT.” Pulling on your right arm and Jihoon’s left, “C’MON LET’S GO!”

–

And that’s how you found yourself sitting on the floor in a bedroom with many other people, staring at the spinning bottle on the floor. You still don’t understand the point of this game, ’what’s the name of it again? 7 minus oven? What? What kind of-.’

The first round’s pair was chosen, Ong Seongwoo and Kang Daniel (ONGNIEL(((;). They came out 7 minutes later, hair and clothes disheveled. What the heck is this game? Lost, you look to your right, where Jihoon sat. Understanding your confused gaze, he shrugs. ’I don’t know either Y/N.’

–

Your heart was beating rapidly, your breath hitching. You felt dizzy, nervous, your palms are sweaty. You’re pretty sure if the lights were on, the bright pink that dusted your cheeks can be easily seen. How you ended up here? You were chosen by the bottle for the third round, the other person you’re not sure who.

“H-hey, I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” Hoping to start a conversation and not do what the previous pairs did, you ask for the identity of the other person.

You feel movement, shifting closer and closer to you. He pulls you into a hug, at first you panic. Thrashing in his hold, trying to get out, but once you recognized the warmth the body radiated and the feel of the body you stop. What didn’t stop, however, was your beating heart. And that is where you are now.

You feel another set of heart beats, coming from the person who is currently holding you. “Jihoon? Why’re you holding onto me?”

“Because I don’t know when the next chance I’ll get to bravely hold you in my arms is. I’m a coward, I’m not able to hug you in broad daylight or for no reason. I want to do this now to get everything over with. Y/N, you’re literally the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. You were there for me when we were young, you never left me. Even when I was going through that phase where I stayed away from you for a few weeks because you had cooties -feeling offended, “NO I DID NOT, YOU HAD COOTIES NOT ME”- You dealt with the pain in the butt I am, and you dealt with my terrible fashion sense. Thank you for being my best friend, but I don’t think I can stay a ‘best friend’ anymore. I’ve fallen for you, hard. I’m in love with you, since 6th grade actually, and I want to take this to the next level, if you’ll let me. So, Y/N, will you agree to date this pink-colored loving boy and do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?”

Taking a few minutes to gather your thoughts and keep your heart from leaping out in joy, he nervously smiles awaiting your response.

“I-i yes! YES! I will, I’ve been in love with you since 6th grade too, when you first came to school dressed in pink. Not giving a care to what others thought about you and how you kept moving on, always trying to make me happy by hugging me to calm me down. So, yes, I will date you and I will be your boyfriend.”

Leaning further into the hug you look up at him, leaning up closer you initiate the first move. Slowly moving forward, you peck him slightly on the lips–and that is when the door opens.

Bae Jinyoung is stood there, grinning like he won the lottery, “Oho, what’s this? Are you two finally together?” Speeding off towards Daehwi, he screams, “DAEHWI! DAEHWI! HWIIIIIII, I WON THE BET, PAY UP BRO!”

Upset, you chase after him (Jihoon once again on your tail) “YAH! BAE JINYOUNG, LEE DAEHWI, YOU BETTED ON US?!?!???”

–

Sitting on Jihoon’s laps, the amount of PDA done intensifies. This time it’s more romantically than platonically. Small and short kisses were being stolen from time to time, staring into each other’s eyes were happening more often, and playing with each other’s fingers became a small competitive game between the both of you.

��GUYs, where is the gratefulness?? We don’t deserve this diSRESPECT especially since we helped get you two together.”

“YES JINYOUNG IS RIGHT, ALSO STOP FLIRTING IN FRONT OF US. MY EYES ARE BURNING.”

“Shut up Daehwi, you’re just jealous Jinyoung hasn’t asked you out yet.” (JINHWI(((((;)

“i-”

unedited!

y’all i typed this at 4AM and i kind of squealed, giggled, and smiled (very widely) as i typed this story…uhM like my heart??? was?? melting???? and i need to stOP???

anyway! i hope you like it! ♡

[ace-beef]

The Young Ones monster!AU

Title: The Young Monsters Words: 2,818 Rating: T – Swearing and some violent/graphic content Description: AU where everything is the same except each member of the Young Ones is a monster of some form. Most people of this world are human, but they are aware that monsters exist and to see an angry werewolf chasing a terrified vampire down the street, screaming in a wolfish growl that the vampire was a virgin, was a completely normal and everyday sight. Contains a small hint of Rivyan.

“Vyvyan! You utter BASTARD! You’re using my ketchup on your cornflakes again!” Rick shouted angrily, pointing at Vyvyan with a pale, shaking finger. Vyvyan, who was sat at the kitchen table, rolled his eyes and turned in his seat to glare at Rick.

“Why does it matter? Why do you even have ketchup in the first place? You don’t even eat human food!” Vyvyan shouted back.

“He does have a point there, Rick,” Mike said coolly. He was sat at the end of the kitchen table, reading a newspaper. Rick’s pale face contorted through a mixture of emotions: rage, sadness, confusion, until it finally settled on his usual angry, childish pout.

“Well…maybe sometimes I like to feel human. I wasn’t always dead y’know,” Rick said awkwardly, shuffling on the spot and picking at his nails. Vyvyan didn’t know however, so he aggressively threw the bottle of ketchup at Rick’s head. Luckily for Rick, being a vampire meant that he had ridiculously quick reflexes, so quick that he could duck under the ketchup that had been thrown by a ridiculously strong werewolf. The bottle whizzed over his head at lightning speed and shattered against the far wall, splattering ketchup all over the wallpaper. Mike sighed.

“Now look what you’ve done. Rick! It’s your ketchup, you clean the wall,” Mike ordered, glancing up briefly from his newspaper with yellow eyes. Vyvyan snickered.

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Rick! Your ketchup, your mess!” Vyvyan said, a smug grin on his acne-covered face as he stuck up two fingers at Rick.

“But that’s not fair! I wasn’t the one who threw it!” Rick cried. He stomped his foot on the floor in anger, his hands clenched into tight fists and his arms pinned to his sides; behaving like a stroppy toddler. Mike looked up from his paper again to fix Rick with a stern stare. Rick tried to hold his nerve, his eyes flickering with a crimson spark, but he eventually buckled under the tiefling’s glare and sheepishly went to find a cloth and some soap.

At that moment, they heard the familiar sound of cloven hooves rushing down the stairs. Mike sighed once more and rolled his eyes, waiting for the satyr to start telling them about something that was apparently important. Vyvyan began to tuck into his ketchup-covered cornflakes and Rick started to grumpily mop up the ketchup on the wall.

“Guys! Guys!” Neil said, waving his arms about as he clopped into the kitchen. None of them seemed to notice him, but he continued anyway. “My guitar has gone missing!”. Mike looked up from his paper and turned his yellow eyes on Neil, who was standing in the middle of the room. He looked like he was about to cry.

“What was that, Neil?”

“My guitar has vanished,” Neil moaned. At this comment, Vyvyan perked up.

“Oh yeah, I remember now. Rick hit me over the head with it after I called him a poof,” Vyvyan said calmly, with a mouthful of cornflakes. Neil frowned in confusion, turning around to face Rick, who stopped cleaning the wall and spun round to glare wide-eyed at Vyvyan.

“That’s not true! You hit me over the head with it yesterday during one of your ‘pre-full moon mood swings’,” Rick spat, pointing at himself and bending forwards slightly when he referred to himself. Neil’s expression turned into one of confusion.

“Is that tonight Vyv?” Neil asked, turning back to Vyvyan who nodded. “But still, man, breaking my guitar is really uncool and heavy. It helped me communicate with nature.” Vyvyan rolled his eyes.

“God, you satyrs, you lot are such hippies. You have this dumb thing about talking to trees and nature,” Vyvyan sneered, turning his attention back to his cornflakes.

“Yeah Neil, you weirdo!” Rick added, trying to turn the attention back to himself and grinning smugly. Neil pouted and took a seat on a sofa in the living room miserably. Once seated, he lifted a leg up and preoccupied himself with checking his hooves. Vyvyan’s head snapped up after Rick made his comment and glared at him.

“Shut up Rick! It’s still your fault, you bumbag!” Vyvyan yelled. Rick’s grin was quickly wiped off his face and replaced with a mixture of shock and fury.

“How is it my fault? You hit me with it!” Rick protested, taken by surprise.  

“You were in the way to get hit! If you hadn’t have been standing there I wouldn’t have broken it on your head!” Vyvyan argued back. Rick was visibly shaking with anger, the childish pout returning to his face and his eyes once again flashing with a crimson spark.

“But YOU made the decision to pick up Neil’s guitar! You could have hit me with anything else in this house!” Rick shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

“There was nothing else around to break! Except your virginity, but I’m not touching that with a 10ft barge pole!” Vyvyan said, standing up from the table and trying to hide his smirk. He loved winding Rick up, and to get him to the point that his eyes were turning red, Vyvyan knew that he was ready to explode. At the ‘virgin’ comment, Rick had just about had it with the annoying punk; Mike saw what was going to happen and calmly stood up and took his newspaper outside into the back garden, making an exasperated sigh as he went. Neil also hastily vanished from the room by dashing upstairs…he expected things to turn violent and this time he didn’t fancy being picked up.

“Vyvyan…we’ve had this discussion before…I am NOT A VIRGIN!” Rick’s voice was at first calm and quiet, but by the end of the sentence he was screaming at the top of his voice. With this shout, Rick dropped the ketchup-stained cloth and leaped forwards at Vyvyan, large, dark wings sprouting from his back, the whites of his eyes turning black and his iris’ turning dark red. Vyvyan grinned menacingly, and casually stepped to the side of the furious vampire, causing Rick to crash face-first onto the kitchen floor. Vyvyan looked down at Rick, his grin turning smug.

“Yeah, and at the end of that discussion, you ended up agreeing with me. You even had a sign round your neck!” Vyvyan said. Rick jumped up from the floor, his large black wings curled round slightly, turning his furious red and black eyes to the grinning Vyvyan.

“That was only to make you shut up! You had a large gun pointed at my head!” Rick spat, wide eyed and shaking slightly. Vyvyan thought back on the memory fondly, before turning his attention back to the grumpy vampire, a sly smile creeping up his face.  

“Ah HA! So you’re saying that you are a virgin, eh Rick?” Vyvyan crowed.

“Uh? Wha-a NO! That’s not what I’m saying at all!” Rick spluttered, before jumping forward once more to lunge at Vyvyan’s self-satisfied face. Vyvyan caught Rick by the shoulders and shoved him back down to the floor and Rick landed painfully on his tail-bone.

“Ow! My bottom!” Rick said, whimpering, his black wings shrinking away. His eyes were still the angry colours of black and red as Rick looked up at Vyvyan with a pout and tears beginning to form in his eyes. When Rick saw Vyvyan, he knew that he was in big trouble.

Vyvyan had begun to change into his werewolf form, as it often happened when Vyvyan wanted to have the upper hand in a fight or an argument. The fur came first, sprouting from his skin and growing at a rapid rate. Then his body began to contort as his legs and arms stretched, and he could only comfortably stand on the balls of his feet. Nails lengthened into tapering claws and teeth enlarged and sharpened. Vyv’s jaw jutted out into a snout as his ears stretched backwards and became more wolf-like. Soon Rick was looking up at a nearly 7ft tall, chestnut-coloured and yellow-eyed werewolf, which amusingly still had Vyvyan’s signature haircut and silver forehead studs. The werewolf grinned, showing many long and pointed teeth. Rick cried in fear and scrambled to his feet before quickly sprinting out the door. Vyvyan roared loudly and chased after the frightened vampire.

“Someone help me! I’m about to be eaten alive by this werewolf!” Rick screamed as he sprinted at a human pace down the road. Passers-by took a short glance at the commotion before ignoring it completely. This happened all the time, one would be chasing the other, the only difference being what form they were in. Sometimes a werewolf would be chasing a vampire, other times it would be a human chasing another human. Whatever form Rick and Vyvyan had chosen for their daily arguments, the surrounding neighbours didn’t care about their petty quarrels, just as long as they ended them quickly and didn’t cause too much damage.

After realising that, once again, nobody was going to help him, Rick picked up the pace into superhuman speed and spied the graveyard where they had nearly buried Harry the Bastard. His face lit up as he leapt over the fence and landed face-first in the mud, rolling to an uncomfortable halt. He quickly staggered back to his feet and scrambled up a tree, black wings once again sprouting from his back. Rick giggled childishly as he watched Vyvyan leap over the fence and land with ease and proceed to look around, appearing to have lost the vampire. A chestnut ear twitched in the direction of Rick’s giggling and the angry wolf head soon followed, snapping its head towards the direction of the sound.

“Come back and face me you virgin!” Vyvyan growled, his normal voice now distorted and gravely as he glared up at the frightened vampire with sharp yellow eyes, mouth spreading into a wide monstrous grin. Rick squealed and flapped his wings, leaping away to the top of another tree in the graveyard. He flapped about clumsily, rustling and shaking just about every branch he came into contact with as Vyvyan watched on in amusement as Rick struggled to become airborne. Rick was fairly new to this whole vampire business and he still hadn’t quite got the hang of his new superhuman abilities yet.

Vyvyan, somehow in all of the commotion, lost sight of Rick in the thick foliage of the trees but he could still hear him crashing about. Pointing his ears in the direction of the racket, the werewolf followed, hopping over graves and around tombstones with very little effort. Suddenly there was a loud crash, a thud and a cry of pain. Vyvyan chuckled to himself as he made a beeline towards Rick, who was lying face first on the floor, limbs spread out like a starfish.

The werewolf reached a clawed hand to grab the scruff of the vampire’s neck when something caused him to hesitate, maniacal grin fading. Rick hadn’t made any effort to move or to stand up and was still spread out on the floor. He was sobbing, face pressed into the muddy earth.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone Vyvyan? It’s hard enough trying to learn how vampires work without your constant prodding and poking! Can’t you just leave me alone and bother someone else for once?!” Rick cried, still facing the ground and taking deep shuddering breaths in between sentences.  

Vyvyan couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. He wanted to tease Rick and say something snarky like, haha! Look at you crying like a girl! Did you hurt yourself? Aww! or maybe kick him, or pick him up and throw him into the fence…but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Suddenly something cold tapped Vyvyan on the shoulder. The werewolf let out a yelp and spun round, swiping the clawed hand he previously had outstretched to Rick. He came face to face with a ghost and the claws passed straight through it, whistling through the middle of its pale and transparent abdomen. Vyvyan’s wide yellow eyes stared at the ghost in shock, frozen in place. Rick sniffed and stood up, wiping away tears and wondering why Vyvyan hadn’t begun to beat him up. He too froze with wide eyes staring at the ghost when he saw it. The ghost seemed like he had been dead a long time, for he was wearing formal Victorian-era attire, complete with top hat and extravagant moustache.

“Excuse me lads, but could you maybe keep it down? Or maybe go somewhere else? We’re trying to have our annual tea party here,” the ghost said as he gestured behind him, where a large, round and transparent table was set up. Around the table there were three other ghosts, all wearing similar clothes to the one who was standing in front of the nervous monsters. On the table, there were tea cups and a teapot, all matching in colour and pattern, some posh-looking silver cutlery, as well as cake stands complete with ghost cakes, scones, a jar of jam. A large Victoria sponge sat, untouched, in the centre of the table. The vampire and the werewolf stood stunned and frozen out of sheer terror…before they both screamed and ran away.

“Did we interrupt something, do you think?” One ghost with round spectacles said, sounding slightly confused. He was sat at the table and in the middle of putting jam on his scone, holding a jam-covered knife over half of a plain scone. The one with the moustache turned and returned to his seat at the table shrugging.

“I don’t know Henry, I hope they come to an agreement with their argument,” He said, picking up a knife and the jam jar and proceeding to cut his scone in half.

“Yes, I hope so too, because I thought they did make a lovely couple,” Henry said, adjusting his spectacles and continuing to spread jam on his scone.

“Are you mad?! A vampire and a werewolf?! That can never work out,” a third ghost piped up before taking a bite into his already prepared scone.

“Oh, I don’t know, I believe they would be rather cute together,” Gabriel said, smiling warmly at the thought before spreading jam onto his scone.

Mike and Neil had since returned to the living room once they were certain that the raging monsters had left. Mike had returned to his seat at the table, feet up and reading his newspaper. Neil was pottering around the kitchen trying to find some lentils to cook for the students’ lunch. Just as Neil picked up the open box of lentils from a cupboard, the front door crashed open and the terrified vampire and werewolf flooded into the living room, causing Neil to leap in fright. With a shriek Neil jumped and dropped the box of uncooked lentils all over the kitchen floor. Once recovered, Neil looked sadly down at the floor, his shoulders slumping forwards in defeat.

“Honesty guys, I don’t know why I bother sometimes when all you do is treat me badly. I do all of the work in this house and I would actually like some appreciation for everything I do for you,” Neil said, grabbing a large saucepan, getting down on his hands and knees and proceeding to scoop up the spilt lentils. Vyvyan and Rick both briefly forgot their terror and turned to face Neil.

“Shut up, Neil!” Their fanged mouths spat in unison, Rick’s voice with a slight hissing quality and Vyvyan’s still distorted and guttural. Both turned back to face each other and they suddenly recollected why they had returned to the house.

“Vyvyan! I don’t know how I feel with ghosts living in the graveyard so close to our house!” Rick said, his voice high and shaky.

“I don’t like it Rick! Ghosts make me feel funny,” Vyvyan replied, hunching his shoulders slightly. Mike now looked up from his newspaper, an eyebrow raised in bewilderment.

“Really boys? You don’t need to worry about anythin’! Rick, you’re already dead and Vyvyan they’re probably more scared of you than you of them. Plus…you’re surprised that there are ghosts…living in the graveyard?” Mike questioned. Rick realised what Mike was saying and looked a little sheepish, whereas Vyvyan’s wolfy face was scrunched in thought.

“Now that you put it like that, Mike…it all makes sense,” Vyvyan said, his features beginning to morph back into a human. None of them noticed this until Vyvyan was back to human form and standing stark naked in the middle of the living room.

“AH! VYVYAN! PUT SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON!” Rick screamed, staring wide eyed at Vyvyan. The werewolf casually looked down at himself and grinned. Rick scampered away upstairs, Neil shielded his eyes with a hand and Mike raised his newspaper a little higher in front of his face. Vyvyan looked up at a wall as if there was a camera there.

“Oops.”

*end credits music plays*