#I woke up at 3:30 and then started reading fanfiction

[kunakitsune]

Sometimes, I forget how weird the fandom I’m in can be.

I was reading a Danny Phantom fanfiction, and in the authors note it had a warning which basically said

“warning for typical fanon vivisection”

That just made me have to pause and think, yeah we do have a typical vivisection. It makes sense in our fandom, but also strange that we have one.

[carcarcraziiv2]

The Woman with the Pink Hair (P. 4, 5, 6)

Here is a continuation of the Woman with the Pink Hair!

This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just... I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo....

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?... lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE-> https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share

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PART FOUR: An Artist's Eye

The next day has arrived. You shoot up from bed in the morning, as you hadn't set an alarm and you were worried you may have missed Vi coming over. You looked at your clock and it read 10:30. The streetlight was shining through the window of your room, as there was no sunlight down in the under city, and you could see the dust floating about from you jerking out of bed. You rubbed your head slightly, feeling a little hungover from the previous night's expenditures, but not too bad. 

    Letting your hand caress from your hair down to your lips, you brushed over them. Remember the sweet kisses that lingered there. TWICE. Two times Vi had kissed you. You swooned and fell backward into your previous position, moving your hand from your lips, down your chest and stomach. You reached your waistline, feeling heat in your cheeks as you thought about Vi, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

    You jerked out of your moment, flustered. "One second!" You called out, hopping off the bed and stumbling as you grabbed your pants off of the floor and threw them on. You ran to the door, peaking out of the peephole to see dark pink hair and those blue eyes looking right back at you. Unlocking the door and opening it quickly, the girl stepped back for a moment before smiling. 

    "Well, good morning sweet stuff." Vi giggled. "Did I wake you?"

    "Good morning! No actually I just woke up before you knocked... why?" You smiled back, moving out of the way and motioning for her to come in. As she walked in, she looked over at you and made a signal about her hair. It took you a moment, and you realized what she meant. You probably had a rat's nest on top of your head. Blushing, you rushed over to the mirror by your vanity and grabbed your hair tools. "Well, I mean I really just woke up before you knocked" you laughed shyly. You tossed your hair into your signature style, an easy go to do that you rocked nearly every day. Turning back around, you find the woman sitting on a chair that sat next to your art easel. You snagged a small stool you had under your vanity and pulled it over near her and sat as well.

    "So," you started "Do you want to see my stuff?" pointing at your boxes near the easel. 

    Vi smirked. "Do I want to see your stuff? I guess you could say that." Her eyes drifted from your toes up to your eyes, caressing your body with their movement. "You could say that." 

    You rolled your eyes, understanding her innuendo and shook your head slightly.  "Idiot, you know what I meant." You slapped her shoulder. Getting up, you waltzed over to where the box sat on the floor beside it. Opening the box, you pulled out a large black sketchbook, as well as some canvases. You had just placed the black sketchbook in the box after finishing the last piece a few days prior. 

     You turned the canvases over and showed her them one by one. She oo'd and ahh'd at them as you went through. You painted many different things, such as landscapes, mystical creatures, and people. A lot of times, your art revolved around the places that you had been to in the past. About finished showing the canvases, Vi pointed down to the black sketchbook on the floor beside you.

    "What's in there?" She questioned, leaning over and grabbing it for herself. You almost instinctively snagged it out of her hands but decided that you didn't mind if she looked. To your horror, she turned to the back page almost immediately, rather than starting from the front.

    "Whoa..." Vi stated, tilting her head slightly as if to get a better look. You knew exactly the page she had turned to. It was a scene you did the day after the first time you "met" her, A.K.A the time you saw her beat up 3 grown men.

    You had used pastels and recreated the scene as you remembered it, from your perspective. You made the men look weak and made Vi look strong. Light shown down directly onto her from a streetlamp above and made her look like an angel, almost. Vi looked from the paper, and up at you. Your eyes were wide.

    "Uhh," You muttered, "I drew that before we met properly..."

    "This is...." She paused, and your heart stopped. "Amazing!" You instantly sighed with relief, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. 

     "I'm glad you like it," You smiled victoriously, placing your fists at your waist.

     You got up and walked over to the small shelf near your bed. Living in a studio apartment, all of your things were kind of everywhere, but you did not mind. "This," you said picking up a clean looking book, "Is my new sketchbook. would you like to see what I drew last night?" 

    Vi looked shocked, admittedly probably due to the fact that you were quite inebriated last night, and she didn't think you would have drawn anything other than a bath after getting home. Regardless, she nodded. You walked over to her and opened the very first page of the sketchbook. 

    "It's not quite done, but here it is," handing the book over to here, you smiled slightly while blushing. The picture below was of Vi, from your point of view sitting at the bar you had gone to the night prior. You had paid close attention to all of the details of her appearance, already planning on drawing her while you were there. It was mainly her side profile but caught certain parts that you found wonderful and interesting like her VI tattoo and the gear on the side of her neck. You even remembered the hoop earrings that sat on her ears.

    "You drew this last night?" she said, her mouth agape. "That is amazing!". Without warning, she set the book down and quickly leapt off the chair, engulfing you in a quick hug where you stood. You staggered back a step before steadying yourself and returning the embrace. Vi broke away and you replied.

    "Thank you." 

    The rest of the afternoon, the two of you discussed different things such as your hobbies and passing time. You and Vi decided that you would meet again the next week when you had a day off and parted ways.

    This time, she didn't kiss you. You were disappointed, but none the less felt wonderful about the day you had had. 

PART FIVE: Passing Time

Over the next week, you spent a lot of time doing the things you normally do. Drawing, going on walks, but one thing on your mind was a new addition to the constants- Vi. She was so wonderful, you didn't understand it, but you felt like you had a connection with her that you had never had with anyone else. You weren't obsessed or anything like that, but you were definitely struck with what felt like a heart wrenching teenage crush. 

    You had been stewing in your thoughts the last few days. Although it wasn't your intention and you were sure you were still going to see her later that week, you were worried that perhaps she didn't actually like you like that. You were concerned because each time you spent time together, she appeared to be thinking of something, or someone, else. It's not like you own her, though, so you didn't think much of it as it was happening. Now however, you can't help your thoughts straying to those scenarios. 

    What if she has a girlfriend?

    What if she doesn't even want to be like that with anyone?

    You shrugged off those thoughts for the time being. It was Monday and you had already gone to work, drudging through old boxes that had new loot in them for the shelves of the shop. Your boss, Eddie, always got his stuff in mysterious ways but you were not too clueless as to how he may obtain them. Simple, he hired people to steal from topsiders and bring their little trinkets and nick-knacks down here. Something that normally people wouldn't find down here. One may be surprised how well simple things like gadgets and figurines sell in a place like this. Likely, people are just looking for a lick of simplicity in such a seemingly sour place. 

    Nothing out of the ordinary or exciting happened at work that day, so the day dredged on and on until finally you were able to go home. You waved goodbye to Eddie and his stubbly face gave a grunt and a little nod in response.

    "See you tomorrow," you muttered. You weren't really in the mood to sound happy and nice today. Different than your usual, you just wanted to go home and take a bath in the old grungy bathtub in your studio. You grabbed your brown saggy backpack from behind the front counter and threw it over your shoulder leaving one strap hanging behind your back. Your hand pushed open the front door and you let it close naturally behind you as you walked through. Turning to your right, you started your journey under the small bridge that went over head a few feet forward. Reaching the other side of the underside of the bridge, you suddenly felt a presence beside you. 

    You turned your head quickly to your left and see a young woman. She had blue hair that was very very long and braided into two braids that nearly reached her knees. She was a pretty girl, but she looked very tired, and you couldn't help but feel the strange aura wafting off of her.

   "Hey there, toots," she smiled over to you, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. Her smile didn't reach her eyes and you felt a ping of panic in your chest, although you couldn't pinpoint why. 

    "Uh, hi?" You responded cautiously. She looked familiar, but you weren't exactly sure why. "Do you need something?" The words came out of your mouth a little more harshly than you intended, and the girl next to you shot her hands up in defense.

    "Whoa, I'm just looking to make a new friend. Something wrong with that?" Her hands lowered and crossed over her chest. All the while, the two of you were still walking. You stopped abruptly, and she stopped a few steps ahead and looked back at you.

    "Oh, I- I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling a bit ashamed that you had reacted so harshly. You felt a blush creep up into your cheeks and you continued. "Um, I'm (Y/N), what's your name?". Slowly, your feet started to continue their trek but silently you decided that you weren't going to go home with this girl on your heels. You didn't know why, but that didn't feel like a very smart idea.

    Unbeknownst to you, she already knew where you lived, where you worked, and who your recent company was. In fact, she knew very well.

     "Y/N... I like that name!" She smiled and clapped her hands together quickly. "My names Jinx. I'm usually a loner, but I saw you walking by and thought 'gee, she looks like she needs a friend!'" You grimaced at her words; did you really look that lonely?

    You nod solemnly, and then sigh. Deciding to ignore the internal battle of instinct within you, you turned your lips into a grin and reached a hand over to her. You both stopped and she grabbed it in hers and shook it vigorously for a few seconds.

    "Good to meet you, Jinx. Do you want to grab something to eat?"

-- VI's POV --

    Vi had been working on some things throughout the day, mainly mending relationships she had had down here before everything happened. She wanted to try and produce a sense of normalcy for herself, even though it didn't seem like that was possible. Today she had been gathering the gumption to return to the places her, Jinx, Ekko, Claggor and Mylo used to play and hangout as children. She missed the ways things were but understood even if the events that pursued hadn't happened, things would still have been different than they were when they were children. That's what happens, people grow up. 

    Vi roughly passed her hand through her greasy hair. She hadn't showered in a few days. Hell, she didn't really even have a home down here anymore. Mostly she spent her time awake and about, finding "safe" places to sleep when she felt she needed rest. Vi was on the way to a small tavern style restaurant that had recently opened near where she met y/n. She wasn't trying to be creepy but couldn't help but feel a ping of excitement in her stomach when she thought of the possibility of seeing her before their next planned date.

     Was it a date, though? Vi thought. Maybe she isn't even interested in me like that. She thought back on the few experiences she had with y/n. Ha, ya right. I saw the way she squirmed when I kissed her. The way her eyes became hooded when we were close. Her little breaths were so fucking cute when she was flustered. 

    Vi giggled to herself, reaching the front of the new restaurant. She opened the glass door, a little bell ringing to signify a new customer entering the establishment. A little woman rushed over to her, grabbing a menu from a makeshift host table near the door.

    "How many?" the woman says breathily. She was very short, her red curly hair caressing her face. The hair failed to hide the slight fear that appeared on her face. Vi did that to people, made them scared. Must be her aura, or the fact that she just looks like a certified badass one hundred percent of the time. 

    "Just me," Vi shrugged slightly, her hands were in her pockets which caused them to raise slightly. The hostess turned around and signaled with her hand at Vi to follow. She led her to the bar and sat the menu on the counter. Smart girl, Vi thought. She can tell I need a drink. 

The server left, and Vi took the opportunity to check out the menu and order a drink. After ordering from the bartender, she looked around the establishment. She took in the decor trying to figure out what kind of place this will be. It felt very... safe somehow. She liked it. As she scanned the area, she stopped dead in her tracks about three quarters of the way to a full three sixty. 

    At a table on the other side of the room y/n was smiling at a server who was presumably asking her how things were and all that classic server shit. Vi got excited, about to get up and walk right over there. Just as she was begging to stand, the server walked away and Vi's eyes rounded into discs.

  She was sitting at the table with someone who made Vi's heart shoot into her throat. It was Jinx. They were laughing together over some bowls of what Vi assumed to be soup. Giggling at things here and there and looked like they were having a genuinely good time. Vi quickly turned back to the counter and put her hood on. Luckily today she was wearing a new jacket she had gotten, a nice black pleather item. 

     "What the fuck?" was all she could say as her thoughts raced at a thousand miles per minute. 

PART SIX: Confrontation

 "Wow, this is so cool!", you say in awe. The small grenade shaped item in your hand clacked around slightly as you rolled in from side to side.

    "I KNOW, right?", Jinx snickered. She and you had been hanging out a lot the last few days, and although it felt strange at first you were starting to really enjoy her company. It felt good to have a friend. "It's just a lil' thing I do". The blue haired girl giggled slightly, shrugging while taking the item from your hands. 

    You are sitting on a stool and take a moment to look around you, taking in the grungy surroundings. Jinx had drawn little faces and words all over the walls in vibrant spray paints, most glowing in the dimmer parts of the room. You didn't find it weird, however. You thought it was awesome and a killer way to express oneself. Hell, you paint and draw and obsess over things. What's the difference?

    Jinx had turned around, rummaging through some drawers beneath the desk she had. She was haphazardly slinging tools here and there as she rummaged through the drawer, some of which you had to dodge to narrowly avoid getting smacked in the face. You hear her make a 'aha!' type sound and turn back to face you. In her hands was a small tan notebook. The binding was barely holding together, and a leather cord wrapped around the item to hold it shut. She walked over beside you and leaned against the wall facing you. You noticed her eyes glass over slightly as her scrawny fingers grazed the top of the book. Just as quickly as you noticed, she snapped out of it and yanked the cord off of the book.

     "This," she started, pausing momentarily, "is my sister's diary. From way back in the day. I found it in her prison belongings after she was released." Her head tilted slightly, and a grin started forming at the corner of her lips. "And you... get to read it!" 

    You raised a brow, intrigued but confused. "I don't even know your sister, Jinx. Although I'm flattered, I guess, wouldn't that be an invasion of privacy?" Your heart started beating a little faster as the look on her face contorted slightly. She seemed like she was becoming upset but again, her attitude quickly snapped back.

    "Toots... Oh Toots... So naive", she smiled. She grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was facing up. Her hands were cold against your own, and you shuttered slightly. She looked at you dead in the eyes as yours widened, and you felt her place the book into your palm. She gave a little nod, and you tore your eyes from her big blue ones and gazed down. On the front of the brown leather, a small engraving enchanted the lower right corner. 

Vi 

 You took a moment, a little bit confused. Then in shock, you looked up at her with your mouth agape. She was sitting there nodding and wiggling her eyebrows, a faint smile on her face. You looked back down at the book, then back up at her. Does she know that you and Vi had been hanging out, too? That you felt some sort of way about her? Of course she does, dumby, why else would she look so excited about you finding who this diary belongs to.

"I can't read this..." you started. "It is not rig-", Jinx cut you off, her foot slamming into the ground causing you to flinch back slightly.

    "You WILL read this diary, (y/n). No questions asked. I didn't mean to, but my stupid heart has decided it likes you and you have actually become a friend of mine. That means that now I have to protect you as well as Vi." She shook her heads slightly towards you. "Why do you think a random girl ran into you wanting to be your friend? Is that like, a common thing for you?" She laughs like a spazz, and you see a little craziness flash behind her eyes. You suddenly feel really small.

    "Uh... okay I guess... but how did you know that I knew Vi?" You started reluctantly, staring at her as you questioned. 

    Jinx threw her head back and laughed. "(y/n), I always know where my sister is. After our last," she paused contemplating what to say, "falling out... I have kept close tabs on her because, well, she is my sister. I love her and even if she hates me I don't want to lose her again. Make sense?"

    You nodded slightly. You scanned your memory, trying to remember seeing Jinx around before you met her formally. Always keeping a keen eye on your surroundings, it was rare for you to miss new faces. Then, it hit you. That first night you went out for drinks with Vi, there had been a girl lingering in the corner of the old bar. She was wearing a hood which engulfed her face in shadow. She flicked a straw around in her drink with her head resting in her hand. You remembered her solely because of the long blue braids you saw hanging down through the hood and touching the floor.

    "Oh my God! You have been stalking us!" you barked at her, quickly covering your mouth and then repeating yourself a little quieter. "Stalking us? Jinx, what the hell man? You know you could just like, apologize or whatever and make up. I don't know what you guys went through but..." You stopped, noticing Jinx's pale blue eyes lower, tears pooling at the brims of her eyelids and slowly dripping down her cheeks.

    "No, Toots, unfortunately I can't just apologize," Jinx sneered. She reached her hands up and brushed the tears off her face, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for what you had said. "And you are not going to get away from reading this. Open it up, little lady. Read it! Don't worry, the only important parts are the very last few pages." She reached over and yanked the book open, turning it to the third to last page and jamming her finger into the smudgy ink on the paper.

    You sighed. Knowing Jinx pretty well at this point, or at least thinking you did, you knew it wouldn't be a great idea to tell her no again. You turned your attention to the paper in your hand and began reading.

-- VI'S POV --

    Pacing outside of the dingy apartment, Vi ran her hand through her hair and lit another cigarette. She stopped, staring at the door. She knew (y/n) and Jinx were in there, doing God knows what, and she wanted to barge in there so bad and confront the both of them. Jesus, what am I, the fun police? She thought. No, Jinx is dangerous and (y/n) deserves to know. Even if she decides to keep... hanging out with her, it's none of my business. I'll give it one hour. One damn hour, and then I'm busting down that damn door.

-- YOUR POV --

    Dear stupid diary,

    After Caitlyn had me released, I had fully intended on leaving her goody two shoes ass and finding my sister. But the woman has me enthralled. She is so beautiful, and even though she is a snooty brat I can't help but start feeling things for her. What the fuck is that? The very breed of people killed my parents and threw me into the hell hole prison. Now I am falling for one of them? Fuck that. 

    Love, Vi

    You shook your head, and asked Jinx, "How long ago was this written?" You nervously fidgeted with the corner of the pages.

    "About a year ago, I guess." She answered. You did not reply, instead your turned to the next entry.

    Dear diary, or whatever,

    The only reason I got you is so that I can put my thoughts in here and god damn it, have the last few days given me a lot to write about. First of all, we found Powder. In fact, Silco and his damn goons have her as their pet. Everyone who hears her name shakes their head like they have heard the name of someone who died or something. 

    I met Caitlyn's parents today. She brought me into her room through her window and her mom nearly shot both of us with a rifle. She looked like an old version of Caitlyn, but she was very harsh and did not like me at all. Makes sense, I am just a gross bottom sider. Caitlyn and I, we got cleaned up and sat in her room. It felt so good to be alone with her. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

    Anyway, Caitlyn and I finally found Powder and she kind of like... freaked on us. I am not sure what that was all about but all I know is she seems so broken. I want to help her. I want to fix whatever pain she has gone through, even if it seems impossible right now. Well, it's only impossible because Ekko (can you believe it, Diary? Ekko!) freaking KIDNAPPED me and Caitlyn! He took us to this awesome sanctuary he built. It's actually really really cool... I can't tell him that though, or else it will get to his head and I can't have that. 

   So today we are going to do some more searching, again. 

   Until next time,

   Vi

"So, are you Powder?" You asked innocently. Jinx, or Powder? lifted her hand and shook it slightly giving a 'kind of' type of signal. You eyed her, and nodded slightly, returning to the next and final installment of the diary.

    Oh my fucking god. I don't even know what to write, or how to write it right now. But long story short, Powder kidnapped me and Cait. 

Cait? She gave her a nickname. You rolled your eyes slightly but kept reading. 

   She killed Silco. She lost her shit and killed Silco. I really thought she was going to end us too... She made it very clear that "Powder's dead," and "I'm Jinx now" but it's such bullshit. She will always be Powder... She will always be my sister. Needless to say, she actually let us go.

   Unfortunately, I can't help what it going to be coming for her now, though. She built a rocket. A Huge missile launcher with one of the crystals she had stolen... She shot it right into the counselor building... she... she really did it. 

Your jaw dropped, and you looked up at Jinx. She was still standing there, looking at her nails and you could tell she was feeling proud of herself. Closing the diary, you grabbed Jinx's write and slammed it back into her hands.

    "That was YOU?", you yelled. You couldn't help but feel fear and also an odd sense of excitement brimming your very being. Jinx had been the one to blow up the councilor building, but the Undercity wasn't given much else besides that as Topside closed all communication with us.

    "The one and only!", she started circling you, and you just followed her movements as she stopped in front of you, and put her hands on the arms of the stool in which you sat.

    "That," you started, pausing for dramatic effect, "is awesome! Jinx, you single handedly got those cunts off of our backs! Even if it is only for a little while..." unable to contain your excitement, you jumped which caused Jinx to bounce back slightly, and you wrapped your arms around her. "You are now the coolest person I have ever met!"

   Jinx looks taken aback, and she looks around as if someone is pranking her. Right before you release her, you both jump and turn towards the door. A loud bang reverberated around the room. 

   Jinx pushes you hard, and you land on the stool which in turn falls and you both tumble backwards. She pulls a pistol out of a drawer quicker than you can even see, and points it towards the woman in the doorway. 

    "Vi?" You say in shock.

    "Get off the floor, sweet stuff. We've got some talking to do." She waltzes in and slams the door shut behind her as best as she can with it now being broken. Jinx keeps her gun trained on her the entire time, but Vi simply walks by and plops down on the couch that populates the area against one of the particularly graffiti filled walls. She takes a moment, running her hand through her hair.

    "So," Vi starts, leaning forward and putting her elbows on her knees. She raises her hands while her elbows still rest. "What the fuck, guys?"

    You look over at Jinx, who drops her arm holding the weapon, and rolls her eyes.

    This is going to be a long night.

[candy8448]

Biology paper 1 done!!

Gcses rambles masterlist

So im doing higher triple science and the first question was written so dramatically XD

"A person's heart stopped.

They stopped breathing.

A first aider started pressing down on the person's chest.

The pressing put pressure on the person's lungs."

Like whoa, its so dramatic to how usually they write sentences with nice and flowing lines and stuff. This immedietly felt like how a fanfic wacks you with stuff. It almost made me laugh XD

Also for the "give an antibiotic question" i almost giggled again as i wrote "paracetamol" like, paracetamol my beloved, all of those headaches and period pains you've quelled, i shall dedicate this 1 mark to you 💖

But i finished when the combined students finished and left, so did most of the other triple students, so we just sat there for 30 mins =_=. I went to the toilet cuz i so very smartly decided to drink an entire cup of juice right before foing in. I also filled my water bottle to take it in with me, then i proceeded to forget to bring it in with me, how wonderful.

Im so confident that i got basically all the marks for Q5, the potato osmisis practical and i wrone so so much for it so i really hope i get full marks for that section.

That paper was amazing, aqa blessed us with this easy exam and i am so happy! ^v^

Anyway i started a conversation with my friends afterwards during break based on this post i saw yesterday. We then started thinking of some cursed ships based on the texts we studied which included:

Scrooge X Macbeth

LadyM X Lady Macduff (the sapphic lesbians <3)

Shakespeare X Dickens X Priestley (in a throuple)

Percy Shelly X The traveller from an antique land (mine, XD)

Scrooge X Bob Cratchit

Bob X Marley (XD)

(Also it's crazy how my shool didn't block Ao3 lol, i love reading fanfiction during school.)

(Also i know my english teacher is litterally the best human on earth, but she litterally noticed one kid sleeping, and then let him sleep and then when he woke up, she just gave him some notes we were taking for him to copy down which is so sweet)

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Multiples of 6 for the writing thing!

Howdy <3

(Weird writing questions!)

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

There are two: one, I don't want to put too much of real life into my writing and lose friends over it again (...long story); two, that I'll be unable to finish a WIP that I've already started posting.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules.

Improved ability to develop the middle sections of longer plots

More energy to write after work

Magic formula for tweaking my fics enough that more irl people (like my family) can read what I write without noticing it's all Newsies fanfiction

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

I already answered this one, but it's okay because I'm insufferable and can do another passage! Since I've converted you to the CrutchieAlbert camp ( >:) ), I'll do the Albert-trying-to-flirt passage from chapter 7 of How It Will Be.

Again, this is a longer passage, so it goes from "How'd you get into climbing?" Albert asked suddenly to He winked.

I knew Albert and Charlie needed to kiss/admit their feelings this chapter (and had planned for that to be the case), partially because they were reaching a tipping point in terms of being able to hide it and partially so the story would make sense. The problem was, I needed one of them to make a somewhat ambiguous move (they're both very nervous) that would push the other to wonder if they were being flirted with and then make a more unambiguous move as a result. I remembered that in an earlier chapter, Charlie had suggested to Albert that a good beginner flirting method was to just ask the other person about their interests, so I decided Albert would try to actually put that into practice.

If I remember correctly, I had the idea for Charlie and Jack to have their very euphemistic conversation before I had the idea for this scene, so to provide a bridge from Albert's flirting attempt to that conversation, I had Charlie notice what was going on and also timed the conversation so Albert would be pulled for a date right after it (since the date had been set to happen for quite a while), which gave Charlie an opportunity to talk to Jack without Albert around but also stressed him out enough that he was willing to have that conversation in the first place - the show and what it could lead to was starting to feel a little too real at that point. So yeah! Their confession of feelings was more complicated to write in some ways, since neither Charlie nor Albert knew for sure that the other was queer before they kissed, but that made writing their interactions really interesting.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

If it's a longer story/more complicated AU I'll usually have to figure out all the characters' roles, AU-specific traits, etc. as well as the overarching plot, and then I need to get at least some idea of what happens in each chapter/when key plot points take place. That can be fun, but it's frustrating when I'm trying to write and realize I need to plot out the chapter in detail before I can keep going. Writing longer stories was a weakness of mine for a very long time (and still is), so I have to do more detailed plotting than some of the other writers I know.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I don't think they really play a role! I don't remember most of my dreams, though I do remember last night's dream (my coworkers showed up to move my stuff to my new apartment and I was Not ready at all).

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

So much random stuff: Juggling, the ins and outs of college organizations and their leadership/admin interactions, rock climbing, various other outdoorsy sports, the ins and outs of moving companies, an unfortunate amount about customer service for online retailers...the list goes on and on because I apparently need to learn something about everything.

I've written fics that feature most of these topics, oops

[sakuplumeria]

For writer's ask....

3, 8, 10, 16, 24, 30, 34, 38, and 49!

Thank you :3

Ohh, so many, I like it! Thank you for asking~ Writer's ask game here.

3 Computer or pen and paper?

Oh, I love writing with pen and paper.... but for convenience, computer :>

8 Oldest WIP

Dated October 2020... This work is supposed to be a series of 9 stories. I published 8 of them already but I just haven't finished the final and last story. It's a Tantei Gakuen Q (Detective School Q) fanfiction, set after the ending of the manga. I used the lyrics from the Opening Luvly, Merry-Go-Round as the titles for the series and the stories. The WIP is titled Forever, under this sky, which is supposed to be the ending or of the series.

10 Do you set yourself deadlines?

Usually no. I did it once for my longest fanfic in Saiyuki, challenging myself to publish a chapter once a week. It was a good exercise, but not doing it again :')

16 How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

I don't usually count it.... so honestly I don't have any idea :') I edit my writings a lot though, maybe more than thrice?

24 Favourite genre to write and read

Angst, hurt/comfort <3

30 Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Yuumori medical au based on this. I've been thinking to plot out a fanfic out of it.

34 What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Out of Breath, one of my WIP that I plan to give up :/ The whole idea was that Goku learned to control his chi from Hakkai so that he could heal Sanzo who's getting lung disease from smoking too much. I started to get stuck in Chapter 4, when Goku's chi getting stronger in his body but he still couldn't let it out, and Sanzo was aware of that. The tension between them... Yeah I spent so much time in editing the chapter and I am still not satisfied with what I published lol.

38 Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Is this weird? I don’t know, you make the call… and yes, it’s another WIP :’)

Koumyou woke up besides Ken’yuu in a hospital room. After a week they both finally realized that Koumyou was a ghost. They try to find out why Koumyou was a ghost and not reincarnated as he was supposed to.

49 Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Goku. He's just that sunshine my dark soul needs. He's so friendly and positive and accepting and adventurous, and he's not giving up even though bad things happen. Sanzo is so lucky :3

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

unfortunately real shit

334 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#4

THE MEDICINE IS NOT WORKING BUT I AM STILL HERE.

395 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#3

Why I Am Not Coming Into Work Today

Dear employers,

I will have to take the day off today because:

☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

☐ A dog looked at me

☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

☐ Daylight savings time

☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

☐ Girls are too pretty

☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

-"Why I Am Not Coming Into Work Today" by Jess Zimmerman

597 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#2

i love when fanfictions make men cry. it's like, one of the most important things anyone's ever doing. i'm currently reading a fic where the on-screen men are either fucking or they're absolutely weeping. just sobbing their stupid brains out. i'm scrolling through it SO happily like, thank u. thank you for your hard work, author. people might not like to admit it but this is peak performance. if men aren't sucking, fucking, or sobbing then i don't even wanna see it. dry eyes? dry pussy

834 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

everyone is fucking but no one is horny

one of my twitter friends recently said that if she could order up a fic it would be a story written by someone who has only ever read the classics, 1.5 star trek novelizations, and their mother's romance novels from 1970, written about two people are so out of their minds horny for each other it causes them to make the absolute worst choices anyone's ever made.

and i almost lost my mind laughing because i do know exactly what she means. there is a weird vibe i can sometimes sense within the first few paragraphs a fic that really bums me out. it's almost like i can tell the author is thinking way too much about what i'm thinking about their id and it's suddenly like we're all suddenly wondering how riding a bicycle works when we're mid-ride. when you start worrying too much audience interpretation or how a fic is going to do or play or ugh marketability, it genuinely adds some weird self-conscious distance to whatever you're doing. and it's the pits from the reader side because it removes so much horniness from your story even if the idea you have is genuinely good! i know this is not a niche complaint--you find it literally everywhere as every sector of the creative internet gets #content-ed and people can't escape the stats of how any given creative outlet does.

but god there's literally nothing better than sitting down and reading some freaknasty person's art where they do not give a single shit if you like it. they had something to say and my god they were gonna say it. i've accidentally acquired so many kinks by clicking on a story where someone took me on the most insane ride of my life and i thrilled about it. i don't wanna read about polite normal regular love. i don't wanna read about people using therapy-speak on each other. i wanna read about two people feeling the biggest craziest feelings of their entire life and they cannot do anything about it except bang it out. what else are we doing here? if they're not fucking down an entire house, well jed i don't even wanna read it.

3,899 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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[reidamancy]

a little different || bau

summary: You are on your way to meet the BAU, who are just... a little different than what you’re used to. (reader & bau)

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: hi guys!!! sorry i haven’t posted in forever!!! school has just been so busy :P anyways, this is ‘a little different’ (haha!) from what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic! plz be kind i’m nervous >.<

MASTERLIST

The sun shined softly through the crisp, white curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Birds chirped happily outside the window; and the house was an eery quiet; maybe today could be a good day after all. 

I let out a sigh and got up, passing the mirror on the way to the bathroom. My long, golden locks cascaded perfectly down my back even though I just woke up. I’m just that perfect. My blue/green/gray orbs stared back at me in the mirror. I let out a sigh and put my hair into a messy bun; I could not deal with it today. 

As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yell, “Y/N!! Get down here NOW!”

Ugh, I hated her.

I made my way downstairs to see what she wanted, but there was a man standing in our kitchen. 

“Um, who is this?” I asked.

“He is your new owner.” My mom replied. 

“Owner?!”

He stepped forward and introduced himself, “Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I looked at it with disgust.

My mom scowled at me, “Be nice to Agent Hotchner, Y/N, I just sold you to the BAU.”

“You sold me?!”

“Uh, yeah, I just said that.” She waved her hand, “Take her out of my sight.”

Agent Hotchner nodded and said, “Follow me,” as he passed by me.

Wow, I could not believe this.

He led me to his car and told me he was going to introduce me to the rest of the BAU. 

“What is a BAU?” I asked.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your new owners.”

I scoffed.

“Just so you know, we are... a little different. But we own you now so there’s no escape from us.”

I rolled my eyes, and plugged my earbuds into my iPod and looked out the window the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at the FBI building, I followed Agent Hotchner to a small room with six other people sitting at a table. Their eyes followed me as I slowly sat down in the empty seat.

“Y/N, meet the BAU.” Agent Hotchner said. “This is Rossi,” he gestured towards an older Italian man.

“I have the money and power to kill you and make it look like an accident. But I won’t, even though I should, because it won’t be good for the plot.” Rossi said.

That’s a bit weird, but I’m just gonna go along with it.

“He’s a mafia boss,” Agent Hotchner clarified.

Rossi nodded, “And I’ve infiltrated the FBI, which means all these agents,” he gestured around, “work for me.”

“Okay then.” I nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And this,” Hotch moved on, “is Agent Morgan. He’s supernatural.”

“...What do you mean supernatural?” I asked.

Morgan leaned forward and slyly said, “You know, vampire. Werewolf. Ghost. Fairy. Warlock. All of the above.”

“Wow. That’s hot.” I said. Omg, did I say that out loud?!

He smirked at me, and I knew that even though he was much more powerful than me and could probably kill me, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering when he looked at me. I could feel this weird supernatural bond with him, and I had this trust in him, that he would never hurt me, even if it’s in his nature to. But in the end, he’d probably turn me into whatever creature he is so we can live peacefully together forever. But I swear, we could be happy as human and supernatural <3

Agent Hotchner then pointed to the woman sitting next to Morgan. “This is Agent Prentiss.”

She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. It was obvious she hated me but she was so hot. The tension between us was so thick and we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Maybe there will be an incident one day where we reveal the most vulnerable parts of ourselves and she will be the only one I come to trust </3 I knew in time she would warm up to me and even though she hates me right now, perhaps later we will be... lovers?

“Next to her is JJ,” Hotch announced.

A blonde woman came over and hugged me, “Hi, sweetie, I’m your mom!”

“Um, no you’re not.” I said. My mom literally sold me to her.

“In an alternate universe I am, silly!” She booped my nose.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“You know, in another alternate universe you could have been sold to, I don’t know, One Direction or something.” JJ laughed.

I laughed with her. Wow, she’s so crazy.

Hotch cleared his throat. “And this, is-” I turned to where he was pointing and gasped.

“Spencer?!”

“Y/N, hi.” He quietly said.

I walked over and gave my childhood friend a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I exclaimed. After giving him a tight squeeze, I released him, only to see his cheeks tinged a bright pink. He only blushed like that when he had a crush. Could we become childhood friends... to lovers?

“And lastly,” Hotch said. “This is Penelope Garcia, your-”

“Soulmate!” She finished for him. “See our matching tattoos! And I can hear your thoughts! And you can hear mine! And if we write on our skin, the other person can see it! And we can feel each other’s pain! Isn’t that so cool!”

Yeah!! I thought.

“I know right!!” She responded out loud.

Omg she really is my soulmate.

I smiled at her and gave her a hug.

Most people would probably think it’s really weird to be sitting at a table with a mafia boss, a werewolf/vampire/whatever, an enemy, a childhood friend, a mom from an alternate universe, and soulmate, but I am NOT like other girls so I was completely okay with it. I’m also okay with the fact that my actual mom sold me to the FBI. Because I hate her.

I looked up at Hotch. “So what are you?”

"Me? I’m just your normal FBI boss. And we’ve got a case.”

“A case?? I’m not trained for the FBI!”

“You will be. Wheels up in 30.”

...

APRIL FOOL’S!!

haha, if you couldn’t tell by now, this entire “fic” was my little april fool’s joke :’) i tried to squeeze every wattpad trope in to this monstrosity of a fanfiction and i wish i could say i hated writing it but it was honestly pretty funny... even tho it’s so, so painful to read. anyways, sorry if you were expecting an actual fic, i am trying my best to work on my wips but until then check out my masterlist (with writing that is much better than this)! <3

[dp-marvel94]

For the fanfiction author asks, how about 1-2-3? :) I'm nosy. Let's #2 be about the InvisoBang one - the most shady way to avoid spoilers. (But it's okay to choose any other fic too to answer the question. ;) ) And even if I haven't read yet Face to Face, but I'm curious if you could answer ask #1 about that story. #3 could be about anything you wish to talk about. :)

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

So Face to Face. Before I started that story, I read a bunch of stories where Danny got split by the ghost catcher or some other method. I thought that idea was so cool so I read just about every split Danny/ separate Fenton and Phantom story I could find. A lot of them were incomplete, which made me sad, or Pitch Pearl which isn't really my cup of tea. What I really loved was the platonic takes and the stories where Fenton and Phantom are literally just two halves of a whole Danny. One story really changed everything though.

I know I've recommended this story a thousand times and I'm going to keep talking about it! Because this story is literally why I started writing Danny Phantom fan fiction. The characterization is amazing, the character work exquisite! I loved the introspection, the dynamic between the two Dannys. So many great headcanons! I wanted to write something like that, that using Danny getting split to deeply explore his character and show him getting to know and accept his ghost half more.

2: What scene did you first put down?

For this years Invisobang fic, well, I normally write my fics in order so the first scene I wrote was the opening scene. 😉 This story will start with a bang, as is appropriate for the event. XD

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

This is hard. I guess, I'll talk about a bit from my first multi chapter story, Double Discovery.

The next morning Maddie woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed and calm. After finishing her talk with Phantom, she had gone upstairs and fallen asleep with little incident. Maddie stretched and look over at the clock; it was about 9:30. She was surprised she had slept that late, even on a Sunday. After using the rest room, Maddie for once dressed in casual clothes, jeans and one of her few t shirts instead of her ghost hunting suit. Hopefully the choice of dress would help the ghost feel more comfortable for the talk with her today. Maddie was honestly a little surprised with her willingness to disarm herself in front of a ghost, but then again, she was choosing to trust him and that was easier now that she knew who he was. Even though Phantom was a ghostly copy of her Danny, she loved him anyway and would always love him. After her dream, she soberly realized that if her Danny had died in the portal accident, Phantom would have been all that was left of him. She wondered what could have happened if things had been different. Would Phantom have found her? Would she have rejected him, angry at him impersonating her dead son? She frowned, shaking her head. There was no point dwelling on what could have been. They had gotten lucky, really lucky. Her still living son was still here and his ghostly counterpart had received in essence his humanity down to his core.

After exiting her room, Maddie peered into Danny's room. She smiled but then the expression morphed into surprise when sleeping on the bed, she saw Danny and…Danny?, ghost Danny?, Phantom?(she should probably call him Phantom to avoid confusing herself). It was honestly rather adorable; despite the bed being pretty small for two almost full grown teenage boys, they looked comfortable. Both laid on their stomachs with the human's right arm around the ghost's back. Phantom's legs had morphed in a ghostly tail which was wrapped around one of the human's legs.

Maddie marveled at how close the two were; the scene was strangely intimate but still completely innocent. It reminded her of when Danny was little. He was a very tactical child and loved to cuddle especially when he was scared or sad. He would often come into their bedroom at night whenever he needed to be comforted and just wanted to be near his parents. She often missed those times; now he was a teenager and more often than not shied away from her affection. She was glad though that Danny, both her Dannys, did go to someone for comfort, considering the intensely emotional day they had endured. And frankly going to each other made sense. She wondered what it was like, having all those shared emotions, memories, and experiences. She could hardly imagine having such a close, unique connection to someone, to see yourself reflected so strongly in someone else. She wondered what it must have been like to go through something so traumatic and confusing and find you've suddenly gained a brother, a twin. That was how Danny had described their relationship – the closest word being brothers.

I think my writing has improved a lot since writing this but I still really love the content. It's a soft, quiet moment with a good bit of introspection. Plus there's the Dannys being adorable. :) I mean, I've done it a lot of times in Face to Face too, with hugs, the occasional reassuring hand-squeeze. I still love that physical affection as an external symbol of self-love.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The Christmas Guest Chapter 4

Author’s Note:

Thanks to @redheadgleek​‘s Write a Little Every Day project, this chapter is done much earlier than I’d hoped, yay! Enjoy the snowball fight, and Blaine realising that (HUGE SPOILER) he might actually like Kurt for real. Who’d have thought, huh?

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 4: Sweet Surrender

In spite of his nocturnal trip, Blaine woke up early, and decided to dress and get downstairs to see if Kurt needed something.

When he arrived in the living room, Kurt was sleeping peacefully. The snoring had stopped, and when Blaine checked his forehead, he was glad to find the fever had subsided too.

“Good, you must be feeling better already,” Blaine murmured, grabbing the blanket that had fallen off Kurt and tucking him in again carefully. “I’m going to let you sleep a little longer.”

As he tiptoed out of the room, he was greeted by Carole.

“Morning, Blaine! You’re up early!”

Blaine smiled at her. “Good morning, Carole. Yes, I’m an early bird. Always have been.”

“Best let the others sleep another while, or they’ll be grumpy. Come to the kitchen, we can make a nice breakfast for everyone.”

Burt came downstairs as soon as the smell of bacon started to spread.

“Bacon!”

Carole shook her head at him. “Not for you. We don’t want you to have another heart attack.”

“Just one rasher? It’s Christmas!”

“In two days.”

“Oh, come on! Please?”

Carole gave in. “All right. One rasher. But then I don’t want to hear any more complaints about the healthy food I’m serving you the rest of the week. Deal?”

Burt sighed. “Okay, okay.”

Carole winked at Blaine, who suppressed a snigger and busied himself with setting the table.

When he had nearly finished his plate, he heard a groan coming from the living room.

“Ah, Kurt is waking up!” Carole said. “I’ll make him some eggs too.”

“I’ll go see if he’s okay,” said Blaine.

He arrived just in time to keep Kurt from face-planting, and escorted him first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen.

After pouring Kurt a mug of tea and adding a generous spoonful of honey, Blaine sat down again to finish his own breakfast, smiling at how out of it Kurt still seemed. He didn’t seem to be sniffling or coughing anymore, though. That was good.

They made cookies after breakfast, and it made Blaine’s feeling as if he’d stumbled headfirst into a Hallmark Christmas movie even stronger. Kurt was clearly an experienced baker, whipping up two kinds of dough in no time, and letting Blaine eat the scraps.

Then Kurt’s stepbrother Finn arrived, all six feet plus of him, his size and demeanor reminding Blaine of the jocks who’d bashed him into hospital before he transferred to Dalton Academy, and he shrank into a corner until Carole introduced him to Finn and he got a smile and a hug from the gentle giant, who seemed genuinely pleased to meet him.

By the time they had all decorated the tree together, Blaine’s worries had evaporated, and he enthusiastically agreed to a snowball fight in the garden.

He and Finn were having so much fun goofing off that it took some time for them to notice that Kurt had joined them.

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#4

The Christmas Guest Chapter 8

Author’s Note: Yes, a new chapter at last! This one is quite a bit longer than the previous ones, because it spans several days - I was eager to get to the New Year’s Eve party :-) Enjoy!

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude, Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 8: Christmas and New Year’s Eve

When Kurt noticed Blaine panicking, he came to the rescue at once. Before Blaine knew it, he was in Kurt’s comfy bed and snug in his embrace, listening to his fake boyfriend inventing the story of how they met. It sounded pretty convincing to Blaine, and he admired Kurt for being able to make that up on the fly.

He ducked his head and blushed when Kurt off-handedly complimented his smile and called it crush-worthy, thinking, but not saying, that Kurt’s smile made his heart leap as well.

As the story progressed, he found himself wishing more and more that it had all truly happened this way. If it had, then he wouldn’t be feeling so much like an impostor now, deceiving good people like Burt and Carole.

Still, when Kurt mentioned he didn’t regret inviting Blaine, he was quick to agree. Best thing that ever happened, in Blaine’s book.

He currently had his eyes closed in bliss because Kurt was giving him a head rub, and that felt amazing. It was a bit hard to keep focusing on what Kurt was saying, but Blaine managed to give an enthusiastic “Yes” to seeing each other again in New York.

If I play my cards right, we might end up boyfriends for real…

Kurt’s hands disappeared from Blaine’s hair, and Blaine suppressed a whine.

Oh, don’t stop! Why did you stop? Oh, you’re tired. Yeah, me too.

They both turned onto their side to sleep, but Blaine could feel Kurt shiver. Well, that wouldn’t do if Blaine was here to warm Kurt up! And no, that was not just him wanting to get his cuddle on, of course not…

With Kurt in his arms, Blaine felt blissfully happy, and he couldn’t resist sneaking a tiny kiss on Kurt’s neck before he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, their positions had shifted. Now Blaine was draped half over Kurt’s torso, and Kurt was lying on his back, and snoring. That was what woke him up, Blaine realized. It was still quite early, even by a morning person’s standards, but he wouldn’t get any more sleep unless he could somehow shift Kurt into another position.

He decided to use the bathroom first, and then try to roll Kurt onto his side again. When he got up, Kurt stirred awake at once and made a protesting noise.

Oh. He’s probably cold again. Okay, I’ll hurry back, sweetie!

By the time Blaine got back, Kurt had turned onto his side all by himself. He was curled up into a ball and had wrapped the duvet around him.

“Stealing all the covers, huh?” Blaine murmured, amused, and tugged at the duvet to get underneath again.

Kurt shivered and tugged at it too, but Blaine quickly slipped into bed, spooning him again. That led to more unhappy mumbling and trembling, probably because Blaine felt cold to Kurt now, but their cocoon warmed up again soon enough, and Kurt quieted and stilled.

Blaine breathed in Kurt’s scent and ever so softly rubbed his thumb over Kurt’s hand.

How was it possible that two days ago, he didn’t even know this man, and in such a short time, he’d become Blaine’s whole world?

Blaine knew he had a history of falling too fast and too deep, and that it had never led to a happy ending. He also knew that there was no guarantee things would work out for him this time around. Still, he was going to bask in this moment. Now that everyone in the house was asleep and no-one would ever know about this but him, he could be as foolish as he liked.

So he took Kurt’s hand, careful not to disturb him, and kissed it, whispering, “I love you.”

Then he tucked it back under his own, let out a deep sigh, and sank into sweet oblivion again.

A smell of something sweet and enticing woke him up several hours later. Kurt’s spot in bed was cold and empty, so he must have gone downstairs a while ago.

Blaine rubbed his eyes and stretched, and then got dressed as fast as he could to locate the source of that delectable smell, knowing that if he dawdled Finn would have eaten it all by the time he arrived.

In the kitchen, Carole came and hugged him, wishing him a merry Christmas, and she told him that she was making French bread. “Go sit down, sweetie, I’ll have some for you in a minute.”

The French bread didn’t account for the alluring smell, so he searched the kitchen for something else, and aha, Kurt was taking something out of the oven. A Christstollen, he called it.

“It’s a sweet bread containing dried fruit, nuts and orange zest, and with almond paste in the middle,” Kurt explained. “It’s an old family recipe. From my great-grandmother’s cookbook.”

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29 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 21:44:12 GMT

#3

The Christmas Guest Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Apparently, when I’m suffering from insomnia, I write very sleepy chapters, where Klaine take naps and drift off at a moment’s notice. Wishful thinking on my part, but I’m glad Klaine at least are getting all the sleep they need. So, enjoy some pillow talk and sleepy cuddles, I guess :-)

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude and Chapter 6 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 7: Nothing Better than the Real Thing

Kurt felt a soft warm hand caress his face and trace the contour of his body, and slowly stirred awake.

It was Blaine. Of course it was Blaine, they had been talking, but why was it so dark outside?

His muddled brain refused to work properly, but he did realize they’d have to get downstairs as soon as possible or his dad would think… Ugh, he didn’t want him to think anything like that ever.

He had meant to help Carole make dinner, but it was already done. His stepmom didn’t seem to mind, though, telling him a snowball fight and a nap after would cure that cold of his in a jiffy. And yes, he hadn’t been coughing or sniffling half as much as the day before, that was definitely true. But he’d been exhausted from the emotion more than the exercise that came before.

Kurt glanced at Blaine, who gave him a look that felt like a hug. A look that said, “Your secrets are safe with me”, and Kurt believed that was true.

As soon as they were all seated at the table, Blaine slipped his hand in Kurt’s and squeezed it lightly, the message of support more than clear, and Kurt sent him a grateful smile.

He didn’t fully cheer up until after dinner, when he got an invitation to Rachel’s New Year’s Eve party, but Finn nipped his joy about seeing his friends again in the bud by pointing out they’d all want to know everything about Blaine and how he and Kurt met.

Well. That was certainly true.

He saw Blaine’s eyes widen, his hands tremble and his color fade.

Oh, sweetie… I’ll make sure to keep you close at the party. I can bluff myself out of this. I’m good at improv. You have nothing to worry about.

But Blaine was truly rattled, and insisted on getting their story straight, so though it was still early, they both pleaded exhaustion and announced they were going to bed.

Burt fixed them with a stare. “If I let you sleep in the same bed, can I count on you behaving yourselves? No shenanigans!”

Blaine swallowed and nodded. “You have my word, sir… uhm, Burt.”

“Kurt?”

“Ugh, you’re embarrassing, Dad. But yes, I promise.”

Carole squeezed Kurt’s shoulder affectionately. “You do look beat. And no wonder, you’re still fighting against a cold. Yes, go to bed, and I’ll tell Finn to let you sleep in tomorrow. Do you need more lozenges for your throat?”

“No, I just drank about a gallon of chamomile tea, and my throat feels okay. Thanks, though. And goodnight.”

They escaped without any more comments from Burt, and Kurt slipped into his en-suite to shower and change into his pajamas, telling Blaine he could use the main bathroom in the meantime.

Sure enough, when he emerged in his bedroom again after his skincare regimen, Blaine was sitting on the bed, wearing neatly pressed pajamas and smelling like raspberries and aftershave. He was also on the verge of a panic attack, it seemed, so Kurt hastened to hug him and whisper “It will be okay.”

“Finn said…”

“I know what he said, and I’m sorry he got you so wound up. My friends are nosy, yes, but I can deal with them. We can deal with them. You’ll be fine. I’ll stay with you the whole night through, and when they’re too annoying, I’ll tell them to back off.”

Blaine didn’t look reassured. “I’d feel better if… If we had a story to tell them. About how we met.”

“All right, honey. Do you mind if I get under the duvet? I’m a bit cold.”

They both got under the covers, and Blaine wriggled until he was back in Kurt’s arms, which made Kurt smile and his heart beat a bit faster.

“So… We met at the coffee shop where you work?” Kurt suggested. “And I liked the bowtie you were wearing and complimented you on it. Oh, that is… If you… Do you wear bowties while working?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

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The Christmas Guest Chapter 10

Author’s Note: Here’s Blaine’s point of view of the kiss and what comes after. Fluff galore. Enjoy!

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 10: Part of the Family

As soon as Blaine’s lips touched Kurt’s, he felt Kurt freeze for a moment, but just when he wanted to draw back and apologize, Kurt let out the softest sigh and melted against him. He also started kissing back, and held Blaine as if he’d never let go again. It made Blaine completely forget where he was and why. All that existed was Kurt, and how he felt, and how he tasted, and how he made Blaine’s head whirl with the simplest touch.

Blaine had no idea how much time had passed when the two of them were jolted apart by another party-goer, but it was not nearly long enough. He blinked hazily at Kurt, who looked as kiss-drunk as Blaine felt, and then at the people around them, who were… counting?

Oh. Right. New Year. Oh, brilliant, then we can kiss some more!

As soon as everybody started yelling Happy New Year, Blaine kissed Kurt again, reveling in the fact that he could, and that Kurt seemed to welcome his attentions. They needed to talk about this, yes, but first… First, he was going to enjoy this!

Again, he had to stop before he was ready to, this time because one of Kurt’s friends took offence to their PDA. They were quickly defended by Kurt’s other friends, but Blaine could tell Kurt felt uncomfortable, so he didn’t protest when Kurt wanted to go home, though he was a bit apprehensive about the conversation they would be having once they were back in Kurt’s room. Had he overstepped Kurt’s boundaries without realizing? Had Kurt only kissed back to keep up appearances? Surely, Blaine couldn’t have misread the situation that badly?

He chanced a quick glance at Kurt, who hadn’t said a word since they left the party, but his face was unreadable. He was shivering, though, and at once, Blaine’s preoccupations flew out of his head and he only thought of warming up Kurt.

In thanks for his efforts, Kurt sent him a glowing smile, which kept Blaine going until they were back in Kurt’s bedroom, putting their pajamas on, still in silence. By the time Blaine slipped into bed, his skin was skittering with all the feelings and words cooped up inside of him. As he cuddled up to Kurt, he couldn’t keep it all in anymore, and he burst out into an apology – right at the same time as Kurt started talking.

Well, not so much talking as asking for an explanation. Which was only fair, of course. Only… What answer did he expect? Could Blaine be honest and tell Kurt he’d tumbled head over heels in love with him? Would he dare?

Blaine hedged a bit, but Kurt pressed on, and his resistance crumbled. He could no more lie to Kurt than he could to himself. And maybe it was crazy to feel this way about someone he’d only known for a few days, but if by some miracle, Kurt felt the same way, maybe they could try dating for real?

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Kurt’s lips found his, and his heart leapt happily. Yes!

K&B

When Blaine woke up the next morning, Kurt was still deeply asleep, his head on Blaine’s bicep and his arm thrown over Blaine’s chest.

Blaine smiled up at the ceiling, happier than he could remember ever being, and enjoying this quiet private time holding Kurt in his arms.

This Christmas break had been nothing like he’d expected, but it had been everything he needed. Relaxing. A slice of home and family. Scrumptious food and fun pastimes. And most importantly: Kurt.

My boyfriend.

Oh, it felt good to think those words and know they were finally true. It felt so right. Like it had from the very beginning, when Kurt sat down next to him on the plane, and Blaine had smiled at him as though they’d known each other forever.

Well, maybe in another life they had.

Blaine heard floorboards creak, and a second later, Burt’s head peeped in.

“Good morning!” Blaine whispered. “And Happy New Year!”

“Kurt still asleep?”

“Dead to the world.”

“Glad you got home okay. Did Finn’s girl sleep over too?”

“Yes. We were all exhausted.”

“That late?”

“Just after midnight. That’s late enough for me.”

Burt hummed in assent. “Well, come down to breakfast if you can pry Mr. Koala loose. Carole’s making blueberry pancakes.”

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The Christmas Guest Chapter 9

Author’s Note: Are you ready for some Klaine kisses? I’m sure you are, so enjoy :-)

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 9: Kisses

Kurt woke up in what seemed like the middle of the night when all of a sudden, he went from toasty warm to cold. Where was that duvet? Oh, there it was!

Kurt tucked it close around and underneath him and tried to nod off again. He’d almost succeeded when the duvet was cruelly snatched loose again and a pillar of ice - or was it a boulder of granite? - was shoved against his back. He shivered and tried to push it away, but it wouldn’t budge. Gradually, the stone slab warmed up and softened around him, but not before he’d woken up enough to realize it was actually Blaine’s body. Why he’d ventured out of bed at such an ungodly hour was anybody’s guess, and Kurt hoped he’d make no more such excursions. He wanted to sleep at night, damn it, and preferably until he felt fully rested, thank you very much.

He tried to slip back into sleep, but now he felt too disgruntled and keyed up to manage that. He stayed still and tried to empty his mind. That wasn’t easy, because he was hyperaware of Blaine’s presence – his chest pressed against Kurt’s back, his legs entwined with Kurt’s, his arm slung over Kurt’s waist, his warm hand on top of Kurt’s and his thumb moving back and forth in a soothing pattern.

And then Kurt let out a wordless gasp, because… was that really a love declaration he’d just heard from Blaine? Surely, that was Blaine being sleep-drunk and not realizing whom exactly he was in bed with, right? Right?

Blaine seemed to fall asleep right after that, but Kurt lay awake staring at the ceiling until he heard Carole get up, and decided to go downstairs too. Might as well make a nice Christmas breakfast for everybody, now that he couldn’t sleep anyway.

Carole looked surprised when he entered the kitchen, and then worried. “Are you okay, honey? Is your throat troubling you again?”

Kurt shook his head and helped himself to coffee. “Just couldn’t sleep anymore, so I came here to do some baking.”

By the time Blaine showed up, Finn had already had three helpings of French toast and was pestering Kurt to take his Christstollen out of the oven already so that he could have a slice. “Mom won’t let me have more French toast, ‘cause Blaine hasn’t had any yet.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at his impatient brother, and ignored him as much as he could.

Blaine seemed uncomfortable when the time came to exchange Christmas presents, but cheered up when he remembered he had gifts in his luggage that were apparently generic enough to work just as well for the Hudmel family as they would have for the Andersons.

Looking up from the gifts he’d just unpacked, Kurt saw Blaine hug Carole and beam with pride when she thanked him. His father seemed just as pleased, inspecting a set of… were those beer glasses?

As Carole had remarked before, Blaine seemed part of the family already. Kurt could so easily imagine a life with Blaine always by his side from now on. So clearly that it hurt to realize this might be snatched away from him as soon as their break was over and they had to head back to New York.

Kurt got a lump in his throat, and his eyes pricked. Once again, he found himself wishing that someway, somehow, they could untangle the mess they’d made of things and turn this into something real.

K & B

New Year’s Eve arrived, and though Kurt was looking forward to seeing his friends again, he was nervous as well. Rachel, he could deal with, but he hoped Mercedes would react well. She might be just as angry as Rachel that he hadn’t told her about Blaine yet. They hadn’t talked in several months, but still. And Santana was sure to be a nightmare. He hoped she wouldn’t scare Blaine off by asking him all sorts of invasive questions.

As usual when he felt stressed, he avoided everyone else in the house, and spent far more time choosing his outfit and getting ready than he otherwise would. He didn’t leave the sanctuary of his room until Finn threatened to leave without him.

At least all the prepping and fussing about his appearance hadn’t been for nothing. Blaine was gaping at him, struck speechless with admiration.

Well, that made Kurt feel much better already, so much that he didn’t even roll his eyes at his father’s loud warnings and instructions before they left.

When they arrived at the party, Rachel lit into Kurt at once, letting him have it for keeping silent about Blaine. After living with her for so long, Kurt knew Rachel inside out, and won the argument deftly, without so much as raising his voice.

Mentally high-fiving himself, he introduced Rachel to the newcomers, and then led the way to the makeshift bar, on high alert when he spotted Santana there.

He braced himself for crude remarks, but she let them go with barely an innuendo. He might have guessed she had other mischief on her mind, like tampering with their drinks. When Blaine pointed out she’d spiked them, Kurt felt his temper flare up, but he knew a confrontation with Santana never ended well for her opponent, so he just took a deep breath and slipped away to the kitchen for three soda cans.

Mercedes waylaid him as he was heading back. As he’d guessed, she wasn’t too pleased at being left out of the loop. Kurt weaseled out of that by telling her he had waited until he was sure Blaine was there to stay. “Every time I tell you I have met someone new, I’m always convinced it’s going well, and then after three dates, I find out they’re only in it for the hooking up. And I feel so ashamed, you know? So this time, I wanted to be sure this was going to last.”

Mercedes’ glower disappeared, and a thoughtful look replaced it. “And you think it is? You must, or you would never have taken him to meet your dad.”

Kurt nodded, and before he knew it, he was talking his friend’s ear off about Blaine, telling her how sweet and caring he was, how beautifully he sang, and how he had charmed everyone in the Hudmel household in two seconds flat. “He’s… He’s amazing, ‘Cedes. I… I could see myself marrying him. Not that… I know it’s way too early to be thinking along those lines, I know, but…”

Mercedes grinned. “Aww, someone’s smitten.”

Kurt bit his lip. There was no denying that, unfortunately.

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[charlott2200]

Shiptember 2020

Day 30: free 💙💛

Promts by followers suggestions in histories on insta .

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

"Hey you with the pretty face ,welcome to the human race "-mr blue sky ELO

"Just the two of us luv ,theres a blue sky out there waiting for us " -portal 2 the musical (2017)

Fanfic : https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7434133/1/Blue-Sky

Fanfic autor @waffleguppies @wafflebloggies

(Hope you like my opinion of your gourgeous fic 💖💙💛)(if you see it)

Man this otp ,this fic ,this history !!!.

Full context: in late september yt started to recommend me portal animations and i was like "ah ,portal yes i know what it is ,i like robots" then a couple days the blue sky animatic and all change (beside mr blue sky is one of my favorite songs) ,3 days of reading non stop ,had to make me stop ,woke up two times in the night to keep reading ,one the best fanfics i ve read (and i read fanfiction all day ) the writting seems almost canon in some parts ,wheatley redemption arc one of the best ,wheatley and chell relationship exacly how it was supposed to be slow and careful ,of course she would not give that "second chance " lightly he did something horrible but we all can tell he is a good person deep down ,their friendship with other lovable characters like garret or foxglove ,everything is so well done .

Wheatley was already my favorite afther reading this only make me identify and love him more ,to when you get to end you really do feel and say "he deserves his happy ending "

And the ship chelley ,is an great one a true otp but with the one condition to make wheatley have his redemption arc like in this one or a couple of other good ones ive read ,i love the friends to lovers history ,they complement and support eachother so well ,everything the other is not .

They totally deserved to have that happy end and their family .

Hope you like 💖

[cafeinthemoon]

Kasumi - Chapter 5

Title: Kasumi - A Story from the Hidden Leaf Village

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Genma Shiranui x Kasumi Saya (ofc)

Rating: Teen | up

Word count: 1543

Chapter (s): 5/?

Warnings: painful memories, childhood trauma, kidnapping, snakes

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 💛 | ▶ ▶

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Proper Apologies

With her eyes half-closed, Kasumi stared at what was above her for a while until she recognized the white painting of the ceiling of her room. She turned on the bed and found out she felt little pain. Her body was heavy, and it was like her legs were going to be took over by cramps if she made the slightest efforts.

She remained in bed, trying to remember what happened the other day. It wasn’t difficult; her body might be tired and maybe it will take time for her to restore her chakra, but her mind was working as fast as her invisible blades.

First, he was coming back home with her colleagues and killed a snake hidden among the foliage; the memory of that animal sent chills down her body. After that, despite the growing cold of the night, she went to visit her mother’s tomb. Genma showed up right a moment later. They talked… about what? The nightmares, of course. For some reason, the restraint seal applied on her mind by the Hokage was broken, and she didn’t have more complications because her friend forced her to seek for the old shinobi that night. The Hokage reprehended her for her imprudence and then created a new seal for Kasumi. With this seal, her thoughts were purified and her mind was functioning without obstructions. But she couldn’t remember the whole process. Maybe she fell asleep before it was completed. Judging by her state right now, that was the most likely to have occurred.

And finally, she was at home. How? Genma might had brought her.

With big efforts, she sat on the bed and looked around. Silence. The room was empty except for her, but the window was left open. He might left through it.

Kasumi stared at the window. But the direction of the light coming in, it must be past noon. Of course, the sealing was tiring even when one was in their regular physical conditions and with a decent amount of chakra available; but, in her circumstances, she shouldn’t expect less than several hours of unconsciousness

She bent her knees and surrounded them with her arms, leaning her chin on them. She was thinking about the conversation she had with Genma at the cemetery, and the uneasiness she felt there was the same that sat in her heart now.

Kasumi has been reckless lately, which might had weakened the seal, but she didn’t think it was enough to break it; anyway, everything would be under control if she worked for it, and there would be nothing to worry about. She was sure of this; it was all she was trying to say yesterday. Convincing Genma, however, was another story.

Somehow, he always knew when she was doing less for herself than she should, but he never tried to induce her with words; instead, he took his time to motivate her to act. He always has been like this; the philosophy that moved him was that if someone has a problem and knows what it has to be done, there was no choice but to do it. Of course this had already been a reason for disagreement between them: when they were younger, his little inclination to long conversations used to annoy her; he seemed to not understand that the reason for his efforts not always succeed was that, to her, there is too much that one has to do before taking any actions.

But now that Kasumi counted on experience and comprehension, she felt grateful.

It was possible that Genma didn’t know, but he had already done more for her that can be calculated, even when he didn’t perfectly understand her. He might act as if it wasn’t that important because of their friendship, but she had a different opinion. And maybe it was the time for her to understand what he has been trying to tell her all this time: she should not lean on excuses and self-pity when she has a choice. If she didn’t want to feel that guilt anymore, a bit of action was a proper beginning.

When she felt capable, Kasumi left her bed and walked on the room to reach the window. The sunlight disturbed her eyes a little, and she protected them with her hand. The village was peaceful as far as she could see. That eased part of her fears.

She was about to leave the room when she stopped beside the bed table. She spotted some objects that weren’t there yesterday. The first two were identical: two small bottles with labels that identified them as medicines; under one of them was a piece of paper with instructions. But they weren’t the only ones.

The girl bit her lip when she recognized the last one: a senbon. If Genma had left it there, it was because he meant to come that day.

And she had to prepare herself.

***

That bath brought more benefits than Kasumi thought a bath was capable of bringing. Compared to the tiredness she felt every step she took since she left the bed, the freshness she felt now made her think she could float around the house; her muscles were restored and the pain was gone after a while.

She reached the kitchen feeling her stomach squirm inside her; her last meal was in the woods the last day. The clock on the wall marked 15:30. it was later than she thought when she looked at the room’s window. Was it possible that Genma already came and, seeing everything closed except for that window, he saw she was sleeping and left? She could never know. But, well, she sensed that he still didn’t come. And even if that was the case, soon or later he would come to get his senbon.

Kasumi got back to her room to take it and then put it on the table. She opened the kitchen’s window and left the afternoon sun enter. Then she started to separate ingredients and bowls, for she already decided what she was going to make.

***

She was concentrated on the task before her, immersed in the smell of the spices that she just mixed to what was already on the pan, but she knew the precise moment when he arrived.

- Is this really what I think it is?

Genma’s voice was so cheerful that Kasumi had to stop her work and turn to him, who was sitting at the window, his left foot on its stop, his right one dangling on the inner side. There were only a few things that lightened his mood as seeing someone making pumpkin broth.

She laughed.

- It seems that summoning you is not as difficult as you want people to think, right?

He left the window and passed around the table. Seeing his senbon, he took it back and put in on his mouth. He approach to see the pan’s content, but Kasumi pushed him, still laughing.

- Hey! – he complained, but with a smile – I want to make sure everything is okay!

- Take a sit on the table and wait to see!

He grumbled and picked a chair for himself. No one talked for a long time.

The table was ready, the plates and cutlery in their right places. Genma kept passing the senbon from one side to another on his mouth, then said suddenly:

- You’ve been on your feet for a while.

That was true, judging by the work Kasumi was already doing before his arrival: the organization of the table and the preparation of the recipe didn’t take little time, but the girl didn’t think this detail should be brought up like this. Anyway, she understood what was implied.

- I wasn’t feeling well when I woke up, but I’m better now – she replied without taking her eyes off the pan – I’m feeling strong enough to cook my own meals. But I know I’ll have to stay at home for some days.

- The Hokage knows that. And that’s exactly why he left those instructions. Well, actually he didn’t have the time to write them down, so I did it once I got the chance.

- I see – and, after a while – You know, I’m still tired, and I’d rather make something simpler. But I had to do this. I want it to work as a proper apology, so it has to be done.

Noticing that Genma didn’t reply, Kasumi looked over her shoulder and smiled.

- I’m talking about the soup, of course.

- Yes, I got it – he replied – But I can’t help thinking that you apologize too often.

The answer didn’t come immediately. She turned and approached the table. Then, taking the plate before him, she filed it with the broth and brought it back. She was no longer smiling.

- Yes, I think I do. But I can’t help it, since you always say it is not necessary – Kasumi walked around the table and took her own plate – Genma. I’d like you to understand that, to me, it is necessary. So, please, accept my apologies. At least this time.

He wasn’t smiling too. He left his senbon beside the plate.

- Very well. I accept them.

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 42

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34|| CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- notes: i hope you enjoy this! i really hope its worth a read! please send me requests for the few chapters left. i have the last chapters totally planned and they cant really be changed, but i can add a few things in them. as for the next few chapters, just send me anything you want for them!

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requests! :  i changed it a bit i hope its ok! i used an other request for the chapter but it was part of many requests in the same ask so im not adding it in case i use the rest too. basically, it says “Louis being upset at losing his roommate”

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Chapter 42 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

May 21st, 2018

I was happy that Dylan hadn't asked Heidi to be there the next day since we were about to film the scene I feared the most. Niall had a few things to do but he told me he'd join me a bit later on the set. If I wanted to be honest, though, I was sort of happy he was not there, if only because this scene was going to be tough to play and knowing he would be there when I was filming it would make me even more nervous.

I jumped slightly when someone knocked at the door and walked to it with a frown. I had decided to eat in my dressing room if only to be alone and try to get back in those horrible feelings I had when Niall broke up with me. I remembered the rain, I remembered running away, I remembered the way he was looking at me and the way my heart twisted in my chest, feeling like it was stuck in a vice. I remembered the tattoo I had just got of a heart around his name, on the skin of my back, and how much it seemed to burn. I remembered running to Louis and crying with him. I remembered everything of that night. It was so vivid I felt like I would never forget. I knew this memory would never be blurry, I knew I'd remember every fucking second of it for the rest of my life.

When I opened the door, Dylan looked up, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized how vulnerable he looked with his sad eyes and his hands in his pockets. I was used to the confident and funny man who had been my rock for so many months. Now he looked exhausted and hurt.

"Can I come in?"

I nodded and licked my lips, moving away to let him in and I closed the door as he turned around to face me. We remained in front of each other just staring in each other's eyes until I moved my arm to show him the couch.

"Please, sit."

We kept silent for a few more minutes after sitting down and all I could hear was my heart thumping against my rib cage. I didn't know why he was there and I didn't want this conversation to turn bad. I knew what kind of person he was though and I knew it would most likely not end up in screams and insults, but he was with Heidi now, and I knew what she was capable of.

"I'm sorry, Olivia." he finally let out with a sigh before rubbing his eyes. "I'm sorry for bringing Heidi here yesterday. I mean, I didn't even invite her she sort of... invited herself. But that's not the point, I mean I knew how you felt about her and I promise I didn't do that to piss you off, or make you uncomfortable."

My lips parted and after a while, they curled slightly. "I know, don't worry about it." I just shook my head a bit. "But Dylan, are you serious? I mean Heidi? Really?"

"Does it bother you?" he asked with a sad smile as he looked up.

"No, it doesn't. You can date whoever you want it's just... I'm surprised. After all you said about her... After all we said about her." I corrected myself. "Just be careful okay?"

"Liv," he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not gonna marry her. She just... eases the pain, I guess. Some sort of a rebound."

"Basically, you two fuck."

This time, he laughed and leaned against the couch. "Pretty much." he shrugged and put his gaze into mine, his smile faltering a bit. "She's no you, but she's not bad looking when naked."

This time, I let out a loud laughter that made him smile more. "As long as she keeps her mouth shut, maybe!"

"Yea, that doesn't happen often, unfortunately."

I laughed again and rolled my eyes before tilting my head and pressing my lips together, staring at him some more. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Dylan."

"No, I'm sorry." he lost his smile and closed his eyes for a few seconds before moving closer and leaning his elbows on his knees. I frowned, a bit stressed about why he was acting like that but when he sighed again, I held my breath. "I'm the one who told her. About you and Niall. I told her you cheated on me and that I said it was okay, and she asked when it was and she just.. connected the dots. It's my fault she made that instagram shit. I hope you can forgive me."

I swallowed hard still looking at him. I couldn't really blame him and I was a bit surprised that I didn't think that he could be the one who told her, especially after seeing them together a few days before. It was so obvious now and I mentally slapped myself for being an idiot.

"Done." I just replied with a small smile. "Anything else I can help with? World Peace? Starvation in third world nations? Anything?"

He laughed and sent me a small smile as I became more serious. I didn't want us to be on bad terms and yes, it felt weird to think that only a few weeks ago, we were supposed to get married, but we both needed to move on from that.

"Heidi and I we just... bonded over the fact that we felt betrayed, and we were sad and hurt, you know? We won't spend our lives together. I don't have feelings for her I'm just.. trying to move on."

I stared at him again, keeping quiet for a few minutes, not wanting to say something wrong. We had had good moments together, and I couldn't pretend I didn't miss him but at the same time, I didn't miss the love relationship we had. I was with Niall and no one else made me feel like he did. No one else ever did make me feel like Niall did, not even Dylan, whom I was ready to marry.

"I really hope it works, Dyl." I sent him a fond smile, tilting my head. "You deserve the best."

                                                      ----

May 22nd, 2018

What woke me up in the middle of my nap in the afternoon was a soft piano melody and before my eyes even opened, my lips curled into a fond smile. I put my pants on and got out of bed, following the music and yawning a bit on my way as I tugged at my hair. When I entered the living room, Niall looked up and sent me a smile as he kept playing and finally licked his lips, taking his hand away from the keys and raised his eyebrows.

"How did sleeping beauty sleep?"

"I don't know about her," I started with an other yawn. "but I slept very well, thank you."

"I was talking about you, silly!" he chuckled. "You sleep all the time, and you're beautiful. This is now officially my new nickname for you."

I raised my eyebrows and my lips parted as he laughed. "If you call me that, I'll start calling you Neil."

I smiled when I saw him grimace and finally sat next to him on the small bench, facing the piano. I've always wanted to play and at the same time, i loved watching Niall play. If only I could be as talented as he was in something... anything, really.

"You're so damn good, I swear, I'm jealous."

"My piano skills are pretty basic."

"Lies!" I quickly replied, turning my head to look at him and raising my eyebrows. "You always say that and we both know it's bullshit." I turned back to the piano and placed my hands on the keys as if I knew what I was doing. "Here's a little something I can play for you.”

I let an amused smile appear on my lips and finally used just two fingers to play a short song on the piano, missing one or two notes as I did. When I turned back to him, he was smiling big, trying not to laugh.

"Is that 'Take Me Out To The Ball Game'?" he asked, unable to stop a chuckle from escaping his mouth. "Played with literally two fingers?"

"Don't laugh! I taught myself that."

He started laughing anyway and I raised my nose up, pushing his upper arm with mine and making him laugh even more. He smelled good and he looked gorgeous. I was trying not to think about the fact that he was leaving in a few days and when I looked up at him, he licked his lips.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

My lips curled into a happy smile but I tried to hide it by pressing them together before nodding. He chuckled and proceeded to take my hands and placed them over the keys. I tried to listen to his instructions but my mind drifted away after a while as I looked at his fingers slide gently on the keys for a while before my eyes moved on his arm and up to his chest and his face. I stared at his lips moving for a few seconds before blinking a few times as I tried to get out of my thoughts.

"Are you sleeping again?" he asked, raising his eyebrows with a smile.

"No... no I just..." I shook my head and chuckled. "Play that song. The one you had in hands in my dressing room. You said you needed a piano well there's one. I want to hear you sing."

"I was teaching you how to play darling." he pointed out, making me tilt my head.

"Play Niall, please."

He stared at me and I felt my heartbeats accelerate. I couldn't believe I was here with him and that he was looking at me like that. After a while, he just nodded and licked his lips before his fingers glided on the keys again.

"Maybe we are the champagne lovers Lay in the dark, we are stargazing now Well, I don’t like it.

Rolling the dice just to feel the thunder Deep in the heart of a downward spiral Falling, we’re falling.

We should twist the knife Put it all to bed, I Need to understand what it takes to love again

So come on love me when the lights burn low Meet me underneath the sheets Cause you got a hold of me baby, enough to pull me back in deep.

You used to love me when the lights burned low Now we’re tearing at the seams We‘ve both had enough of this, baby, so promise me that when you leave You won’t say you’ll come back to me.

Maybe we are the perfect strangers Only the stories left on paper now And I don’t like it.

We should twist the knife Put it all to bed, I Need to understand what it takes to love again

So come on love me when the lights burn low Meet me underneath the sheets Cause you got a hold of me baby, enough to pull me back in deep.

You used to love me when the lights burned low Now we’re tearing at the seams We‘ve both had enough of this, baby, so promise me that when you leave You won’t say you’ll come back to me.

Come back to me You won’t say you’ll come back to me."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and swallowed the lump in my throat with difficulty. Silent came back in the room and slowly, I brought one of my hands to his cheek, brushing my thumb on it gently. I loved how some of the lyrics really fitted us, and I couldn't explain how perfect it was. He knew how to add things in songs that were only obvious to us two, and I needed to learn how to do that, because when it came to writing my tv show, I knew it was more and more obvious with time that it was based on my story with Niall.

"Those lyrics about the sheets..." I just whispered before licking my lips and sniffing.

"We've been hiding under the sheets since we were kids." he explained even if I already knew what it meant. "Just you and me, in our world. And now I realize that it was our world because you're my world."

I started seeing blurry because of the tears in my eyes and blinked again to let them slide down my cheeks. He brought his hand over mine on his face but his eyes never left mine.

"You're so full of shit, Horan." I just replied in a whisper with a small chuckle.

"I mean it." he quickly murmured before I pressed my lips against his.

He kissed me back deeply and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips parted against mine and he panted, making me whimper low. I let my hands slip under his shirt and I thought he was going to laugh at how impatient I was but instead, he moved slightly away, his lips still against mine.

"I'm gonna fucking miss you."

"How many times are we gonna tell that to each other." I whispered back, sliding my hands up his chest.,

He pulled away a bit to stare in my eyes and something twisted inside me. "I don't know, petal. Now too often I hope."

I pulled his shirt off and let it fall on the floor and I kept my lips pressed against his as he got up slowly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and taking it off too. He turned me around slightly, both his hands on my waist and when he kissed me harder, I leaned against the piano without thinking, hitting a few keys and making an horrible sound. We laughed against each other's mouths and I felt him pull my pants down, along with my panties. I wiggled slightly to take them off and pushed them away from us as I moved a bit and hit a few keys again but higher notes this time.

"Clumsy ass." he whispered with a chuckle.

"Hey it's your fault." I argued in a low tone before smiling wide.

I reached for his pants and unzipped them and when he took a step back, my eyes fluttered as I started at him. He took his pants off and when he pulled his boxers down, my lips parted slightly. I watched him sit back on the bench as I stood between him and the piano and he brought his hand to his dick, stroking it slowly. I ran my hand to my breasts as I stared at him and felt my heart jump in my chest at the sight.

He brought his free hand between my thighs and I propped one of my feet on the bench next to him before two of his fingers ran on my slit. He was staring at what he was doing and I let out a low whimper as his thumb found my clit. I was already turned on but feeling him touching me while looking at him touch himself was amazing and I licked my lips, moaning slightly louder.

"I just want to sit on your cock."

He let go of me but I noticed his fingers pressed harder around his cock as he looked up at me and it only took him a few seconds to make a quick head movement.

"Turn around and sit on me."

I felt my heart jump again and slowly did what I asked. I felt him spank me once as I held myself on the piano to sit slowly on him. His hand reached my right side as his left hand positioned his dick and I closed my eyes as I felt it slowly get deeper inside me until I was sitting completely on him.

"Fuck, bend down a bit."

I did as he asked, holding myself on the piano again and making an other unpleasant noise as I hit different keys. This time though, he didn't laugh. He ran his hands on my back, pushing on it gently again and he finally held my waist to help me move up and down on his cock very slowly, watching it slip almost completely out of me and then back inside me as I sat back on him a few times until he was balls deep.

"I fucking love watching my cock disappear in that pretty little cunt of yours." he admitted in a low tone before groaning low. "Fuck me, petal. Harder."

I started going harder as he asked and I tried to grip the piano with my fingers to get balance, my fingers making an annoying sound as they slid on it. My lips parted and I held my breath when I felt him push his thumb in my asshole and I let out a curse word, my movements faltering a bit.

"Don't you fucking stop." he just let out, spanking me with his free hand. "Nothing I want more than to cum deep inside you, pet. I want to feel you clench around me. Fuck, you're such a perfect little cumdump."

I held my breath at his words, feeling my whole body throb at the way he dirty talked to me, a bit surprised but aroused by his words. I was thinking about touching myself when I felt his arm slither around me to reach between my legs as the thumb of his other hand was still fucking my ass.

"You're gonna cum so hard, yea?" he asked, rubbing my clit and making me clench around him in motion. "All over my cock?"

I felt my eyes flutter and my head fell back slightly as I started shaking over him. He brought his arm around me to hold me against him as he kept rubbing my clit hard and fast and when I started cumming, he pushed me up slightly and started moving his hips up against me to reach an orgasm too. He only kept his tip inside me as he came and his fingers sank on both sides of my waist as he groaned loud.

"Fuck."

One of my hands fell on the keys again and I shut my eyes tighter as I got down from my high slowly. I felt one of his hands carress my back and he tapped my butt gently to incite me to get up, I felt his cum fall and when I turned around, some of it slid on my thighs while I bit my bottom lip, looking at his cum mixed with mine on his thighs.

It took him a few seconds to get up and he bent his head down to reach my lips with his. I heard the few notes from the piano as he kissed me and I chuckled against his mouth, making him smile.

"Loved it." he let out low with a smirk. "We literally just composed the best song ever together.”

I laughed and shook my head a bit, my lips brushing against his. "Yea, I don't think it's gonna be a hit." I admitted with an other laugh.

He laughed too and started kissing me slowly but deeply again until we heard the doorbell and both jumped. We both smiled and chuckled at the same time before the bell rang again and someone starting hitting the door quite roughly. I quickly rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who it was. and Niall frowned at me until we heard the voice.

"OLIVIA! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" he yelled, making me laugh and roll my eyes. "PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON AND COME OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Why does he always get here when we're naked?" Niall asked, making me laugh.

"Hey, it's Louis, I expect nothing less." I pointed out as I was putting my pants back. "I'll go see what he wants, you get dressed."

I put my shirt on as I walked to the front door before swinging it open and sending a big smile to my best friend. He opened his arms wide and it took me only half a second before throwing myself at him. He held me close and I buried my face in his neck as I felt his head lean gently against the side of mine.

"So glad to see you, my queen. I missed you." his voice was low and his words seemed sincere. I could hear emotions in his tone and it made me smile as I gripped the back of his shirt tightly.

"It's been weeks." I just let out, making him squeeze me tighter against him.

"Who's fault?"

"Mine." I confessed in a murmur. "I'm sorry it's just... Niall..."

"Yea I know, I was the same the first few months I was back with El."

We remained silent for a few seconds but when I felt Niall's presence close to us, I felt something melt inside me, like him being close made me emotional.

"Okay Tommo, let go of my girlfriend now."

I chuckled and pulled away, my lips curling more when my eyes met Louis'.

"Oh yea, I saw the video at the airport," Louis laughed, nodding. "Told you it was just a matter of time, right Neil?"

"Right."

My boyfriend groaned but didn't add anything and I moved to let Louis walk in and close the door behind himself. He was so close to me I felt his body heat emanate from him. Niall wrapped his arms around me from behind and I felt him lean his chin on my shoulder. Instinctively, I leaned my head against him and it made Louis roll his eyes with a laugh.

"Alright, double date tonight, we're going to eat, and maybe a movie or something." Louis let out quickly. "Non-negotiable, be ready in two hours, I drive."

He winked at me before turning around and opening the door he had barely just closed and walking quickly to his car. Niall and I both watched him start the car and drive aaway and after a while, I chuckled low and shook my head.

"He's so annoying." Niall admitted, mumbling under his breath.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!"

Niall seemed to think for a few seconds and finally raised his eyebrows with an amused smile. "Okay, but you wear a skirt."

I rolled my eyes and laughed again, just shrugging. "Deal."

                                               ---

The restaurant was crowded and suddenly, I was scared people would take pictures and videos. I tried to push that thought away and tell myself it didn't matter but at the same time, I knew Niall liked to keep most things private so I tried not to touch him too much. I felt his hand on my naked thigh and smiled, pressing my lips together as I tried to ignore it.

"What are you wearing exactly?" Louis asked with a frown, leaning a bit against the table. "Is that a necklace with my friend Neil's face on it? How old was he back then? 12?"

"Funny." Niall let out sarcastically. "It's a gift from a fan and she won't take it off."

"That's a proof of love, Niall. Embrace it."

Eleanor rolled her eyes with a chuckle and I just laughed a bit. I looked at them and lost my smile suddenly. They were such a perfect and beautiful couple and it was a shame it had just hit me. I started wondering what people thought of the couple I made with Niall and I felt a bit nervous.

"We haven't done that in a while." Eleanor pointed out, taking a sip of her wine. "I know you've both been busy though. How's tour going? Not too hard being away from each other?"

"It's..." Niall started shaking his head.

"Hell." I finished his sentence. 

He turned his head to look at me before nodding slowly. "Exactly. But we manage."

And we did. It was not easy but we loved each other enough to actually want this to work and we both put effort into it. I knew Niall wouldn't always be on tour, and I wouldn't always be filming either. At some point, we would live together almost every day and I seriously couldn't wait. I could write from home, and he could do the same, and I knew it would go very well.

"Niall also asked me to move in with him!" I announced with a huge grin, raising my eyebrows. "About to move my stuff soon!"

I saw Louis' face change and he looked down at his plate before clearing his throat. "Really? When are you moving?"

I frowned when I noticed the emotions on his face but simply licked my lips. I didn't want to cause a scene, and I was not sure of how he felt, but knowing Louis, he was probably going to talk to me about it.

"Probably mid june, it's the only time Niall has a few weeks off. Then he'll be on tour for 3 months almost non-stop." I admitted, swallowing hard at the thought.

I didn't want to be away from him and at the same time, I didn't know if I really should follow him everywhere. I didn't want to be that kind of girl anymore but wanting to be with my boyfriend was not being needy, right? I also didn't really want to stay alone in his big house the whole time he'd be gone. It sounded quite sad.

We started discussing old memories, mostly those from the last tour, and I would roll my eyes when Louis would mention how bad I supposedly had it for Harry. I was pretty sure he knew I was in love with Niall even back then but he was trying to get a reaction out of Niall and I couldn't pretend I didn't find it a bit entertaining. Every time Louis would mention a memory of something romantic or sexual between Harry and I, Niall would squeeze my thigh without really realizing it.

I got up to go to the bathroom after a while and when I got out, Louis was waiting for me, his side leaned against the wall.

"Why are you always waiting for me next to the bathroom." I asked with a chuckle.

"I missed you, you know. I missed my best friend." he pointed out, ignoring my question. "And now you're gonna move in with him for the very first time and, I don't know, I feel betrayed."

I took a step closer to him and shook my head. "Louis, you were already supposed to be with Eleanor, remember?"

"That was when you were supposed to marry Dylan."

I tilted my head and sighed, licking my lips. "I know you hadn't changed your plans. I mean, you were going to live with El either way, and it's okay." I just explained. "I want to try it with Niall. I want it so bad, Louis. But we'll always be close, you and I. I think I need you more than you'll ever need me."

"One day every week."

"Mm?"

"I have to see you at least once a week." he specified. "Sometimes with Niall and El, sometimes just us two, but once a week. I'm not losing touch, you hear me?"

"I hear ya." I smiled and tilted my head.

"Good." he nodded, staring at me for a few seconds. "Are you sure you're ready for that? Moving in with Niall, I mean. It's not gonna be easy."

"I know. But I'm sure." I let out firmly. "He's my soulmate. He's always been. And apparently, I'm his soulmate too. Life couldn't get better than that."

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Sometimes A Thing Feels so Right: Part 2

Excerpt: Maybe she should be grateful she even knows someone could make her feel the way Newton does. Lately, though, it’s hard to feel grateful. Izzie is back to the ol’ numb-your-emotions-to-get-through-the-day routine. Her mum left again. No note, no nothing, just unanswered questions and disappointed kids.

TLDR: Timeline is after Season 3, Episode 9. It’s canon, except Izzie and Casey have not made up. Also, Evan and Casey are close friends, not just awkwardly figuring out how to be friends. Excuse the roughness, this is a work in progress.

The timeline for this story is after Season 3, Episode 9. I felt like the time in between the party where Izzie kisses a random guy (E9) and the part where Casey and Izzie make up (E10) could have been longer. It wasn’t necessarily rushed, but there was lots of potential to add more, especially in regards to Izzie’s internalized homophobia. I thought it would be fun to flush out Izzie’s feelings, and show her coming to terms with being gay. She realizes it’s not worth hiding a part of herself, especially if it means losing Newton.

Everything is the same as canon, except Casey and Izzie have not made up. Also, Casey and Evan are close friends. I think S3 E10 ends on a note where they’re friends, but still awkwardly figuring out what that looks like, so in what I just wrote, they’re solid friends.

This is unfinished, as you’ll see (it’s too jumpy), but my plan is to continue working on it. There are some things about the beginning that I don’t like, particularly the student council scene, but I’m struggling to think of ideas on how to improve it. So know that things are a work in progress and subject to change.

With Izzie’s emotions on my mind, I considered how the show hasn’t written much about her home life, either (not yet anyway--cannot wait for S4). So, I decided to write about life at home, her siblings, and the weight of having an absent parent. I was inspired and struck by the scene where Elsa sits down with Izzie, and shares how her mother was absent, too, and how that impacted her parenting style.

If you’re wondering why Izzie is hanging out with a superficial, “mean girl” crowd, it’s because I think that’s the role she played before she met Casey. This assumption is based on how Izzie first treats Casey, like when she pretends she pushed her during the sprint and when she refuses to help Casey on her first day of school. I’m also considering Izzie’s intimidating presence, and how she seems to have influence over her nameless, pre-Newton friends. This influence can be seen when she shows up at Casey’s birthday party with their Clayton Prep friends. I’m assuming that Iz is the main reason why they’re all there.

Phew! Anyhow, that’s how this piece began. Thank you for reading. Reach out if you have ideas, suggestions, criticisms, etc., or if you write Cazzie or Atypical fanfiction, too.

Friday, two weeks after the party. Izzie.

Since the party, the only thing Izzie knows about her and Newton, is that Newton wants nothing to do with her. It makes sense, really. Right after they almost kissed, she bolted and made out with someone else. Sometimes, Iz thinks of how turned on she was when Newton leaned in to kiss her. The memory alone makes her feel alive. It takes her out of the daily havoc and chaos created by her mother, reminding her of better things. It’s not like she savours the memory of Newton, though, or uses it to make herself feel better, because it inevitably gives way to embarrassment. Izzie went all the way with Nate and never, not once, did her body to respond to him like that. How could she be so dense to not know something so obvious about herself?

Maybe she should be grateful she even knows someone could make her feel the way Newton does. Lately, though, it’s hard to feel grateful. Izzie is back to the ol’ numb-your-emotions-to-get-through-the-day routine. Her mum left again. No note, no nothing, just unanswered questions and disappointed kids. It’s been a long time since Iz held any hope that her mum would stop using. Her siblings are different. Sometimes they still wait for her, awake in their beds at night, hoping she’ll come home safe.

But her siblings are all younger than her. Jason, the oldest, is eleven. He helps out with Alysha, their seven-year-old sister, and Arya, their two-year-old sister. He is so unbelievably sweet and Iz has no idea where he gets it from. She tries not to place too much responsibility on him, though. He’s still a kid, and the last thing she wants to do is rob him of his childhood.

Iz walks up the stairs to Clayton Prep as the warning bell rings. She cut it too close today. Selena has been sick this week, so the usual morning routine was a slog. She’s fussy, so Izzie woke Jason earlier than usual to help Alysha get ready. Iz considered an earlier wake-up time for herself but Coach is particularly barky lately, concerned that she is not getting enough sleep. It’s annoying when Coach notices things, because she’ll ask if things are okay at home. And what is Izzie supposed to say, exactly? 

“My mum is an addict.” 

“My siblings need me to take care of them.” 

“I’m worried that I’ll have to quit track, because my mum is a mess.”

“At any moment, the floor could fall out from underneath me, and I live with that possibility every day. But yeah, things are okay at home.”

Anyhow, Iz knocked on Jason’s door and gently shook him awake. Waking Jase 20 minutes earlier than usual doesn’t count as ruining his childhood, right? His response is a groan and a loud, “Why!?” That’s how Izzie knew it was going to be one of those mornings.

Like usual, the rest of the morning was a blur as Izzie got Arya ready for the day, while monitoring Jason and Alysha. She fed Arya as they got on their shoes. 

“Where’s your coat, Jason?” Izzie asked in between scooping spoonfuls of mashed banana into Arya’s mouth.

“I don’t need one.”

“You wear your coat when you leave this house. Go get it, please.” She handed Arya their agendas and lunch, then kneeled in front of her.

“Love you, hon.” She said before giving her sister a big hug and a kiss. Jason returned with a blue jacket and gave Iz a quick one-armed squeeze before running out the door.

“Wait for your sister!” She yelled after them before the door slammed shut.

When Izzie’s mum is sober, she leaves the house at 7:30 am, promptly arriving 15 minutes before the warning bell. With her mum AWOL and Arya needing to be delivered to her grandparents, Iz gets to Clayton Prep 15 minutes later than usual--too late for somebody trying to get into UCLA.

Izzie rushes to her locker. Her pre-Newton friends, who’re her current friends, wave and tell her to “hurry up.” Iz turns her lock clockwise, counterclockwise, clockwise in its familiar pattern, then opens the door. As she is switching out binders, her heart stops when she sees a folded piece of paper. A note from Newton? Not wasting a second, she grabs it and opens it. 

It reads, “Do you like me?” Two unfilled boxes are underneath, one with the word “yes,” the other with the word, “no.” There is no name indicating who wrote it.

Izzie’s heart pounds in her chest. Newton didn’t write it. This would, sadly, be the most exciting part of her school day. She stuffs the note in her pocket and makes her way to the library.

Student council is a new gig for Izzie. She has essentially reverted back to her pre-Newton self. Her old friends happily welcomed her back, inviting her to join student council in the process. There is Scarlet, who is like Regina George with less anger. She’s popular, bossy, mean, but she doesn’t mess with Izzie. Then there is Harmony, who is like Scarlet’s right-hand woman who does what Scarlet says. She probably has a personality, but Izzie hasn’t seen it, yet. Maybe Harmony will get a personality once she snaps. Lastly, there’s the new initiate who Iz is just getting to know. Her name is Mel, and she seems sweet. Why she’s hanging with Scarlet or Harmony is still a mystery to Izzie. 

Iz enters the room right before the bell rings, and pulls out a chair. Everyone is looking at her.

“So?” Scarlet mischievously smiles. “Any new news?”

“No.”

“No… notes?” Harmony jumps in. 

“Oh, yeah, but no name on it.” Izzie pulls the note out of her pocket, unravels it, and puts it on the table.

Scarlet snatches the note and examines it, while Harmony and Mel lean in.

“It’s from Brad. As in Nate’s friend, Brad.” Scarlet points to a previously unfolded piece with Brad’s name. The girls look giddy, all with wide grins on their faces. Well, at least Harmony and Scarlet are grinning, Mel looks uncertain. She likely has no idea who Brad is. Lucky girl.

Izzie sits on the other side of the table, not impressed. “Great. The best friend of the dickhead who lied and cheated on me likes me.” Iz starts fishing her binder and pens out of her backpack.

“Oh, come on, Iz. Chin up. This could be a great rebound for you. Also, it would totally make Nate jealous.” Scarlet and Harmony giggle.

Iz enjoys the thought of an angry Nate, too, but she mostly doesn’t care. “Can we not talk about Nate? I’d rather just get started.”

“Yikes. No help this morning, either?” Asks Scarlet.

Izzie shakes her head. Unfortunately, Scarlet and Harmony are very aware of Izzie’s home life situation. Iz had a moment of weakness months ago (pre-Newton), where she broke down and told them about having to look after her siblings. 

The girls are empathetic to Izzie’s situation, promptly starting the student council meeting. There is a school dance coming up that has Harmony and Scarlet’s attention. Iz zones out, thinking about how everything at Clayton Prep drags without Newton. It’s less interesting, less fun. She remembers the time she pretended Newton pushed her during their first sprint. Shame immediately rushes over her at the thought of the memory. Izzie was so certain Newton was just another over privileged rich kid.

“Iz?” Scarlet is staring at her.

“Yeah?”

“Wow, where were you? We’re voting on Mel’s idea. Should we ask for LGBTQ+ safe spaces in our next meeting?”

Izzie is caught off-guard. Usually, the conversations revolve around more trivial things, like dances and hem lengths on the girls’ uniforms. Her mouth moves before her brain catches up.

“Yeah, I support Mel’s idea.”

Scarlet raises her brow. “Okay, you two can brainstorm ideas for making safe spaces. Harmony and I will keep working on the dance.”

Mel turns to Izzie, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, well, Clayton Prep is supposed to be one of the more progressive schools, but I barely see any posters or anything saying it’s a safe space.”

Mel smiles and nods, “My thoughts exactly.”

Izzie feels her heart skip. Is that… excitement? Did something more interesting happen today than a jock’s secret love note? She tries to keep herself from smiling too wide while brainstorming with Mel, who is suddenly the only other person on her radar.

Later that evening

The first clue that her mum is back is the hunk of junk parked in the driveway. The second clue is the smell of pepperoni deluxe pizza that hits Izzie when she pushes open the door. Her mum always bought pizza as an “I’m sorry” treat. Iz walks into the kitchen with three large bags of groceries--groceries that she rushed to buy after school, so her and the kids could eat dinner at a reasonable time.

“IZZIE, my beautiful, gorgeous girl!” Her mum gets up from the table and gives her an exaggerated hug in front of Boyfriend Number… Six?

Iz doesn’t know if she’s high or not, and doesn’t care to find out.

“Hey.” She’s short as she puts away the food.

“This is Steve. Steve, meet Izzie, my oldest.” 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Steve almost sounds like he means it. 

It’s never worth her time to meet her mum’s boyfriends, so Izzie ignores them and puts away some pasta sauce and beans.

“Hey,” her mum’s tone flipped remarkably fast, “I raised you better than that--don’t ignore people when they talk to you.”

Iz has also learned, over time, that it��s best for her to preserve her energy when it comes to her mum. This is one of those battles that wasn’t worth her time.

She turns to Steve, expressionless, and says, “Hi,” then immediately begins to put away canned corn and soup. “So Steve, were you in the picture before or after my mum left without notice for five days?” 

No answer from either of them, but it doesn’t matter, the situation is disappointing enough already. Iz slams the cupboard shut and leaves to check on her siblings. She numbed herself the moment she walked through the door, anyway. 

Saturday morning.

Iz wakes up the next day to a bright, beautiful Saturday morning. She groans, not wanting to deal with her mum today, so she decides to go for an early run. Leaping into her hoodie and track pants, she pads down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Hi, beautiful.” Her mum is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.

Iz frowns and fills her water bottle. “Did you sleep last night?”

There’s a scoff and a shuffling of feet. “What does it matter if I slept or not?”

“You know it matters!” Izzie’s raised voice even surprises her. Insomnia is one of her mum’s symptoms when she’s taking too many painkillers.

Her mum doesn’t say a word.

“Where did you go?” Izzie presses.

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” Her mum gets out of her chair and leaves the room. Other symptoms include hostility and mood swings. Nowadays, it was difficult for Iz to pinpoint her mum’s “normal” level of agitation. She always seemed sad or angry.

Feeling the familiar anger rise in her chest, Izzie calls after her. “Wherever you were for the last five days, I hope it was worth it!”

Friday, two weeks after the party. Casey and Elsa.

It’s a normal day in the Gardner household, whatever normal is when Casey’s autistic brother understands her relationship with her ex-girlfriend through the lens of two gay penguins who adopted an egg. And now Casey is not with her ex (hence the term “ex”), so she’s wondering if there’s another example of a gay penguin that Sam can compare her to that doesn’t have a partner. Oh, and then there’s her parents who are living together but not technically together, but they sometimes go on dates...

Anyhow, Casey is readying herself for a run. She wolfs down some pancakes made by Elsa, who is doing her typical mum thing and staring too long at her daughter.

“What?” Casey asks in between mouthfuls of fluffy, syrupy deliciousness.

“Have you talked to Izzie, lately?” She asks because for over a week, Casey hasn’t been looking at her phone with a goofy smile on her face, or laughing to herself while staring at the screen. Something is up.

“Nope.” It’s a firm “no,” denoting that there’s nothing else to say about the subject.

Elsa is not convinced, but letting her kids come to her for support has been not only rewarding, but extremely successful, so she doesn’t press further.

“Uhm.” There’s a beat as Casey wonders whether she should continue or not. “I saw grandma yesterday.”

Elsa stops washing the plate she’s holding, and turns to face her daughter. “Oh. Where?”

“Outside the hair salon. I crossed the street and talked to her for awhile.”

“That’s good!” Elsa nods a bit too vigorously to sound convincing.

“Why don’t we see her much? I mean, like, what happened between you two? For real.”

Casey knows that Elsa and her grandma don’t get along, but Elsa has held back on telling her daughter the full truth. Painting her mum as an alcoholic, absent parent wasn’t how Elsa wanted her children to see their grandma. And, even though those days are in the distant past, they still stir up difficult feelings for Elsa. 

Maybe she was unwittingly selfishly avoiding this conversation? She used to tell herself to wait for the right time, and now seemed like as good a time as any. Especially with Casey opening up to her recently about her feelings toward Izzie. She usually went to Doug for advice, so to finally have “girl” time together was really special.

With that thought in mind, Elsa pulls out a chair and sits beside her daughter. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I didn’t get along with my mum growing up. She wasn’t around when she should’ve been. She’d drink too much, come home too late, and there was a lot to do around the house, because she was absent. She was often around...physically, she didn’t go on benders or anything, but she was mentally gone. A lot. Even now, it’s hard for me to be in the same room as her, let alone trust her.”

Casey sucks in a quick breath. Elsa’s eyes are watery, but no tears fall. “Oh.” Casey’s short reply feels stupid and lackluster. Speechless, she hugs her mum. For once, she feels very grateful for her mum’s presence, even if that presence is often bothersome.

“Love you.” Casey says before pulling away. 

“Love you, too.”

“Thanks for not being a giant, meddling Elsa earlier.” She smiles wryly before leaving her seat, then leaving the house for her run.

Saturday. Izzie talks to Evan.

She loves the feeling she gets when she is running, like all her problems are somehow smaller, because she can think clearly. Izzie’s feet hit the warm pavement rhythmically, taking her further and further from home. Sometimes she fantasizes about running and never turning back. She could be free, free to go wherever she wanted and be whoever she wanted to be. But that’s all they were--daydreams. She could never leave Jason, Alysha, or Arya. One thing she could do, however, was let her feet take control, at least for a little while. Which is why she eventually found herself at… Don’s Pizza?

You don’t want to be here, she thinks to herself. Evan works here.

She stands looking at the entrance while families peer over at the strange, lone person on the edge of the parking lot.

Fuck it, I’ll just sit down and buy a slice. Just because Evan works here doesn’t mean that this has to be a big deal.

Iz lets her feet walk her through the front door. He is there, of course, standing behind the counter, wiping it down with a washcloth. He hasn’t looked up, yet. She could still leave.

“Evan, customer at the door.” Someone barks from the kitchen.

As soon as his eyes meet Izzie’s, his face hardens, but he walks over.

“Hey.” There is an awkward pause. “Would you like to sit at a booth or the counter?”

Iz doesn’t skip a beat. “The counter.”

“Uhhm… that’s where I’ll be.”

“I know.”

His eyes narrow. “Look, I don’t think we should talk about Casey.”

Iz raises her eyebrow. “Oh, are you suddenly uninterested in her? That didn’t take long.” 

Evan folds his arms and sighs. He doesn’t want to stand in the doorway any longer, and he is a little curious as to why Izzie is here. The last time he talked to Casey, she told him that Izzie didn’t want to date her, almost like she had cold feet or something.

“This way.” He says gruffly while walking toward the available spot at the counter.

She follows him and pulls out the bar stool. Iz looks at the table while Evan stands behind the counter, the two saying nothing. 

“I think I made a mistake.” Izzie blurts. Her chest rises and falls. Was she sweating? “I never should have got between you and Casey. She deserves...I can’t give her what she deserves. My life is complicated and I’ll just get in the way of her and UCLA.”

Evan is leaning against the counter, his arms outstretched with the washcloth in his back pocket. “For someone who’s smart, you’re really dumb.”

“I know.” Iz covers her face with her hands. She is overwhelmingly embarrassed by confiding in the one person who likely hated her, and unbelievably distraught over missing Newton.

“What is the problem?” He’s exasperated. “She left me because she likes you more. When I was with her, she lit up when she talked about you! Casey was different around you, like you two were in sync or something. You’re an idiot for throwing that away.”

Izzie feels her eyes warm up from the tears. Evan sighs and looks right into her eyes. “Just go to her.” He waits a beat. “Please? Preferably sooner rather than later, so I can get back to work.”

A grin spreads across Izzie’s face and she hiccups out a laugh. “I’m not ordering anything.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. I’ll still take a tip, though.”

She smiles wryly and puts the only bill she has on the table. It’s $5. “That’s for stealing your girlfriend.”

“That’s…” For once in this conversation, Evan is speechless. “You know what? I have actual work to do, so…”

Iz pushes in her stool, feeling lighter than she did ten minutes ago. “You know, I think I’m starting to understand your appeal.” She switches to a more serious tone. “Thank you.”

Evan nods and does, in fact, get back to work.

[fandomfindings]

Inside Joke

Pairing: (Damien Haas x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning(s): Implied Smut and Swearing 

**

You were completely and utterly embarrassed. One of your best friends, Shayne Topp, had just woken you up from a dream, an explicit dream to put it mildly.

You knew what the dream was about and from the look on Shayne's face when he woke you up, so did he. He tried his best to hold in his amusement but Shayne being Shayne it did not work in his favor.

"Oh, Damien!" Shayne cried out jokingly as you two left the room you were napping in. You began to beat him lightly, causing him to run all the way to set in laughter. By the time you two got there, he was red in the face with tears streaming down his cheeks.

You were prepared to continue to chase Shayne past your friends, but a pair of arms stopped you in your tracks.

"Woah woah woah. What's going on?" asked a familiar voice. You looked up to see it was Damien, the man you had a dream about and your boyfriend. 

"Shayne is making fun of me," You complained, getting closer to Damien's side embrace as you glared at Shayne. He was doubled over in laughter, and since he was facing you and Damien, every time he saw your face, he would laugh just a bit more.

"Why is he making fun of you?" Damien questioned, looking to you and then his best friend that stood across the room.

 At Damien's question, you tensed up a bit. You were too embarrassed to tell him what happened, especially right now in front of all your friends. 

Damien felt you tense in his arms, so he looked back to you in confusion. You began to grow hot. You weren't sure if it was from the run or the embarrassment of the situation. 

You hesitated to answer, and everyone noticed, including Shayne. Your hesitation made him laugh even harder. After a while, you finally said, "It's nothing, nevermind," trying to dismiss the conversation so the humiliation would end.

Damien once again looked confused but let it be. He brought you into an actual hug this time to properly comfort you.

The incident never came up again, that is until three months later during a try not to laugh challenge.

"Welcome back everyone to another laugh challenge," Courtney started the video excitedly. All of you involved in the video shouted and waved to the camera frantically.

"Today we are joined by Y/N, who you all have seen before but haven't in a good while," Courtney continued as you sent a wave to the camera and said, "Hi guys."

"You all know the rules, and if you don't, it's easy to understand. Let's hop right into it," Courtney finished, effectively ending the intro.

The video was going by smoothly. So far Damien, Shayne, Keith, and Olivia, had gone and you had made all but Keith laugh successfully. Yourself, Noah, and Courtney were left to go, and it was now your turn.

 Everyone took turns trying to make you laugh, and the only two to succeed so far were Noah and Damien. Olivia had just tried her hand at making you laugh with assistance from Shayne, but it did not work. Olivia went back behind the partition while Shayne stayed in front with you for a second.

"I have never made Y/N laugh during one of these, so it is my new goal in life to make that happen," Shayne commented, looking between you and the camera as he spoke.

"Bring it on Topp," You said playfully before taking a swig of water into your mouth.

Shayne was the last person to try and get you to laugh, and you were admittedly nervous. You knew Shayne, and you knew he has been dying to try and make you laugh during one of these challenges. You also knew once Shayne set his mind to doing something, he would stop at almost nothing to do it.

Producer Garrett gave Shayne the go-ahead, and you knew the timer had started, you only had to hold out for 30 seconds. 

Shayne came from behind the partition and in front of you. He laid a pillow on the floor to the side of you and proceeded to place his head upon it. He curled up and pretended to cuddle deeper into said pillow.

Shayne slept in silence which confused you, causing your eyebrows to furrow slightly. He would surely lose if he didn't do something soon.

The peaceful smile Shayne started the bit with soon morphed into one of frustration but also...lust?

Shayne shifted from the curled up position on his side to an arched back position and then shouted, "Oh, Damien!" 

You immediately spit out your water, successfully producing a seemingly perfect spit take. Shayne quickly got up from the floor and wiped the water that got on him off, all the while laughing to his heart's content.

He clutched for his chest as you began to choke from the little water that remained in your mouth, going down your throat unexpectedly.

As you tried to regain yourself, you could only hear the laughter of others around you, mostly Shayne to your dismay. Once put back together you looked to Shayne with a glare. His face was beet red, and a vein was ready to pop on his forehead.

You hopped from the stool and began to beat your friend facetiously.  You knew the fans would get a kick out of the exchange and question Shayne's joke. 

As you hit Shayne with your fist lightly, he continued to laugh. He took the beating knowing you were merely joking, and giving him what he deserved. 

After the laughter and your hits to your friend died down Shayne spoke up still clutching his chest.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I had - I had to do it," He spoke, needing to pause now and then to take a breath or laugh.

"I hate you so much," You said, crossing your arms like a child might when frustrated.

"I'm sorry!" Shayne exclaimed, bring you into a firm hug as you fake pouted. He continued to laugh during the embrace nonetheless.

"Fanfiction writers have at it," one of your friends commented from behind the partition causing the laughter to be revived.

After just about everyone, including yourself, made Noah and Courtney laugh you all started the outro.

"Thank you all so much for watching, and thank you Y/N for joining us! You did a great job," Olivia commented, bringing you into a side hug.

"Except for when Shayne made you choke," Noah remarked jokingly.

"To be fair, it was a bit of a low blow. It is an inside joke of ours," Shayne explained.

Before anyone could question the context of the inside joke, you spoke up." It's all good. Thank you guys, for having me."

"Where can the lovely people find you?"Damien asked for the audience in case they wanted to follow you.

"You all can stalk me at Y/U/N on all my social media," You said, waving your hand under your username that would be added in post. 

"Don't forget to like, subscribe, and aggressively hit that notification bell," said Keith.

"Bye!" You shouted waving towards the camera, causing everyone else to follow your lead.

"And cut!" someone said from behind the cameras and other equipment. Everyone gave a quick cheer or clap for a successful shoot.

 After giving your mics over to the sound department you and Damien headed for the exit. You two were off to have a quick lunch before you had to return to edit and Damien to film.

When you two were about to leave, Shayne stopped you.

"Hey, are we cool?" Shayne asked, making sure he didn't cross a line during the challenge.

"No harm done," You said honestly to your close friend.

"Good, I was worried I- " Shayne began in relief, but you cut him off.

"It does suck that you had to stoop as low as an inside joke to make me laugh though," You said jokingly to the dirty blond.

"Is that a challenge?" Shayne asked with squinted and determined eyes.

"You bet your ass it is."

"Challenge accepted," Shayne stated as he stuck his hand out for you to shake, which you did. You both shared a quick hug before he left to go his own way.

"So what exactly is this inside joke?" Damien questioned. He had grown curious the minute Shayne yelled the phrase, and he was finally able to ask you about it.

"It's called an inside joke for a reason baby," You said, taking Damien's hand into your own and walking off set.

*Bonus*

"Hey sweets get a look at this," Damien said, coming into your shared bedroom where you read silently. 

Damien came over to show you his laptop, which displayed many comments. You realized the try not to laugh challenge was finally posted and as you predicted the fans were going nuts. 

Comments like: " I must know the meaning behind the inside joke." , "You smut writers ready?", and "My favorite part was Shayne's joke to Y/N," flooded the comments.

You ran a hand down your face in mock distress. Damien giggled at your behavior, knowing you were only joking.

 "I knew this would happen."

"You ready to tell me about this joke?" Damien questioned, closing his laptop and placing a balled fist under his chin.

"Not in a million years," You commented, placing a quick peck to Damien's lips and returning to your book. 

**

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have been a fan of Smosh since 2013, and I am so happy to write a piece involving just a small part of who they are. To celebrate the end of Summer Games, I wrote a quick fic about our precious Damien. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3 

[dear-selena]

All I See (Peter Parker x Soulmate! Reader): Chapter 5

Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue

Summary: You live in a world where women start to gain color when they meet their soulmate, but they cannot see all the colors at once until they’ve united with them. Peter Parker is your soulmate, but he has no idea. You want to tell him about the colors you see, but are afraid to. Sometimes, girls can be malicious with the soulmate troupe, and you don’t want Peter to think you’re doing the same. So you keep quiet, and experience one color at a time. 

It isn’t until Liz Allan comes in the picture that all you see is green, and you hate it. 

Warnings: Angst, one or two small swear words

A/N: Wow, you guys are incredible! Thank you all for the support you’ve given me so far! I haven’t written in so long, and posting my fan fiction on here was a little nerve wrecking. But I’m so glad I got to share this story with you all! 

This chapter is a lot longer than the previous ones, and I plan on uploading an epilogue to wrap things up, but this chapter should ultimately answer all your questions that I left you hanging on. If there’s something you still want to ask, please hit me up! Otherwise, enjoy the 2nd to final installment of my first Peter Parker fanfiction!

Chapter Five: Intense Colors 

Words: 3217

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You didn’t leave your house for two days. 

After running away from Peter, you found yourself sobbing into a bathroom sink. With puffy eyes and tear stains stuck on your cheeks, you slowly accepted the blue color you were experiencing. You’ve never seen blue before, as Peter’s never made you sad before. But considering how your confession went and how angry he became, you think you’ll be seeing blue for a long time. 

You ultimately decide to skip the rest of the school day, and sneak off campus to go home early. Normally, you would never rebel like this, but you felt this situation would be an exception. Running off campus, you start the long 30 minute walk home, trying to hold in your tears out in public. However, once you get home, you make a beeline to your room. Despite your house being empty with your parents at work and your siblings not ditching school, you want to shut the world out, especially when they get home. 

You broke into loud sobs as you flung yourself onto your bed, well aware of how obnoxiously dramatic you were acting. All the frustration and emotion you bottled in for so long suddenly flowed out of you, ready to drown anyone close to you. 

Letting out your emotions was important in order to calm down, so you continue to cry into your pillow until you felt you couldn’t cry anymore. After what felt like an eternity (when it reality, it was ten minutes), you found yourself dozing off, tired from everything you’ve experienced today. Within minutes, you were fast asleep. 

A few hours later, you woke up with a startle to your phone furiously vibrating. Your eyes flutter open as you tried to get a bearing of your surroundings, groggy from your nap. You grab your phone to see Peter’s unflattering profile picture light up your screen. 

He was calling you. 

As much as you wanted to answer the phone and hear his voice, as much as you wanted to talk to him and sort things out, you were still utterly overwhelmed over what happened. You didn’t feel you were ready to face him again. 

You didn’t feel you were ready to talk to someone who doesn’t want you. 

You immediately decline the call and quickly turn off your phone, throwing it back on your nightstand and turning over in your bed. You try going back to sleep, but after twenty minutes of frustratingly tossing and turning, you realize your body wasn’t cooperating with you. Sighing with frustration, you get out of bed, and start doing the homework you knew you had. 

For the next two days, you found yourself completely unmotivated to do anything productive. You would wake up for school, but found yourself panicking and your blue vision becoming more intense. It didn’t help that when you turned your phone back on, you found a dozen messages from your friends. 

From: Ned

Hey (Y/N) I heard about what happened… are you okay? 

From: MJ

I’m glad you were able to talk to him, but you’re kind of being ridiculous right now. 

From: Ned 

I’m really worried about you (Y/N)... please call me back when you get the chance. 

From: Peter 

(Y/N) Where’d you go?

From: Peter

Please talk to me. Are you okay?

From: Peter 

Please call me when you’re ready (Y/N). I’m really concerned about you. 

Yeah right Peter… 

Your parents ended up finding you in your distressed state before school was supposed to start, constantly rereading Peter’s messages yet refusing to answer. Embarrassed at how your parents found you, you try to play it off as nothing was wrong and you were just sick. However, your parents could see right through you. Hesitantly, you explained what happened with Peter, your colors, and Liz. They immediately understood. 

“Sweetie it’s okay,” Your parents cooed as they helped calm you from your panic. “Soulmates are destined to work out…” 

Peter said the exact same thing to you. But it just didn’t feel true anymore. 

They wholeheartedly understood your decision to stay home from school that day. Although they started to grow more concerned when you avoided school the next day as well. By the time Thursday rolled around, your parents forced you out of the house. They didn’t want you shutting the world out anymore. They wanted you to face your issues head on. 

As much as you wanted to argue with them, they did have a point. 

You make it to school that Thursday morning, extremely aware of everyone’s eyes on you. Everyone looks so different now they were blue, and it was still unsettling to see this color. But you need to get used to this color. After all, you knew you’d be seeing it for a long time. 

Things went well during the first half of the school. Teachers caught you up with your lessons and you simply focus on note-taking and getting to your classes on time. You didn’t see any of your friends yet, and for the classes you had with Peter, you manage to get to class very last minute so you could avoid him at all costs. Eventually, lunch rolls around and you start walking to the cafeteria. While thinking about what slop you wanted to eat for lunch, you look up to see Peter talking to Liz. For a moment, your vision turns into a very familiar shade of green, but slowly fades back into the blue you’ve seen for days. You knew you should have expected to see them together, but it still made you a little sad to see your soulmate with someone else. 

Who are you kidding, you were absolutely heartbroken. 

Peter turns his head and his gaze locked on you. Your eyes go wide and you feel your body go completely numb, your vision changing colors instantly. You saw pink, yellow, and blue fight for dominance as Peter’s eyes widen, putting his full attention on you. All you wanted was to run into his arms, hold him close, and apologize to him over and over again, hoping he would forgive you. However, blue won the battle, and engulfs your vision once again, reminding you of the emotions you were still fighting to hide. 

Before Peter could react, you found yourself running away from the cafeteria. You keep running until you suddenly found yourself in front of the school library. Without hesitation, you walk into the library, and spent your lunch period there. 

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For the following two weeks, you commit yourself to an unhealthy cycle. You’d arrive at school at the last minute just to avoid running into Peter before class. For every class you had with Peter and Ned, you’d get to class last minute and sit close to the door, so that when class was over, you could run out and dodge them. You weren’t sure if they actually paid attention to you, but from the uncomfortable tingling you felt on the back of your neck during class, you knew they noticed you. 

During lunch you’d go to the library instead of the cafeteria, diving back into reading as a way to distract yourself. Getting through a majority of the reading your english teacher recommended, you found that you thoroughly enjoying these books. Reading was something you wished you had more time for but unfortunately, school took a lot of your free time away. 

At this point, your unhealthy routine started to feel natural, and you almost forgot why you were acting this way. But the blue that engulfed your vision was a constant reminder of how your soulmate made you feel. You really wanted to make things right, but you honestly didn’t know how. Communication was obviously not your strong suit, and you were tired of making things worse. 

On Wednesday, you were doing your avoidance routine as usual, showing up to class last minute, and leaving right when the bell rang. When lunch rolls around, you grab your lunch from your locker and make your way to the library per usual. However, when you approach the table you usually occupy, you suddenly stop dead in your tracks. Reading a book, right in front of you, in the chair you’ve claimed for the last two weeks, the one and only Peter Parker sat lacking concentration. Your eyes widen as you took a good look at your soulmate that you’ve been avoiding. He was turning the pages of his book, practically skimming the contents. His right leg shook underneath the table and he bit his bottom lip back. His left hand was in his hair, his head resting against it uneasily. If you were reading things correctly, you’d assume he was nervous. 

What does he have to be nervous about?

Before he could see you, you turn around and start walking away. Without looking back, you thought you were in the clear. However, a hand suddenly lands on your left shoulder and you turn around to see Peter staring at you with deep concern. 

“(Y/N),” Peter whispers pleadingly. “Can we go talk somewhere private?” 

You look into his eyes, your vision suddenly turning purple and your hands starting to shake. Trying to avoid his eyes was nearly impossible, as you were mesmerized by his stare. You haven’t actually taken a good look at him since you ran from him two weeks ago, and it was completely overwhelming to have him suddenly in front of you. You knew he was angry at you, that much was clear, but as he held your shoulder with security and pleadingly staring at you, something inside of you melted. 

“...okay,” You hesitantly say, unsure if your voice was audible. 

Peter nods his head and starts to walk out of the library, letting go of your shoulder. In a trance, you follow closely behind him, staring at him in disbelief. Peter walks forward, but looks behind himself to make sure you’re still following him. As much as you want to run, you knew avoiding Peter was only making things worse. As much as you didn’t want to talk to him yet, you knew he was ready to talk to you.

As much as you didn’t want to confront your soulmate, you knew he at least deserves a chance to tell you why he doesn’t want you. 

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Peter led me to the parking lot outside the school’s entrance. 

Sitting next to him on the curb, you found yourself lost in thought. For the longest time, there was silence between you two. You look down at your shoes, refusing to glance at your soulmate. From the corner of your eye. You could see that Peter was in the exact same position as you. 

Crazy thoughts ran through your mind as your vision turns purple. Did Peter want to explain why he wanted to be with Liz? Did Peter want to talk about the soulmate thing and let you down easy? Did Peter feel bad for you? Either way, you couldn’t help but feel your anxiety going through the roof. 

“What color do you see?”

Your head jerks towards Peter at his sudden question. He still looks down, but lifts his head up slightly to make eye contact with you. As your brain processes that he was actually talking to you, you study his features that you secretly miss. Even though you wish you weren’t here, you’ll admit you  miss seeing Peter and talking to him. You miss talking to him everyday and hanging out with him and Ned. You knew you were putting yourself through a lot of grief avoiding him, but you felt your guard completely break down in front of him. 

“Purple.” You look back down at your shoes. 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means I’m scared…” You felt some tears fall. 

Peter puts his full attention on you. “(Y/N), What are you scared of?” 

Your hesitation was obvious. You muster all the courage you have and look up at him. “I don’t know what’s about to happen.” 

Peter nods his head and looks back down, thoughts obviously running through his own mind. When he’s ready however, he looks back up at you. “I get that. If I’m being honest, I’m not sure what’s about to happen either.” He laughs at himself, but you don’t find anything funny. “How are you doing?”

You look down and shake your head, trying to stop the tears from falling. “Honestly, it’s been hard… accepting everything and all.” 

Peter nods his head. “Same here. I wish you just talked to me earlier you know?” 

More tears fall out, despite your denial. “I know I’m so sorry Peter. I knew about what happened with you and Gwen way before you told me about it and I didn’t want to freak you out. I thought if I told you about it, you’d think I was lying and hate me. I wanted things to happen naturally but I was too late.” You take a deep breath, ready to accept the consequences of your actions. “But it’s more important for me to support you. If you rather be with Liz I totally understand. She’s a gorgeous girl and I don’t know her well, but I think she’ll be good for you. You deserve someone who cares about you, and I hope you find what you’re looking for with her.” 

Peter’s face morphs into a look of utter confusion. “(Y/N), what the hell are you talking about?” 

You quizzically look at him, Your vision going back to blue. “... Don’t you like Liz?” 

Peter immediately smacks his face in frustration. “Oh my god (Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me!” Your eyes widen suddenly but he looks back up at you. “I mean, yeah, I liked Liz. But she’s not my soulmate.” 

You open your mouth in shock, but before you can comment, he continues to talk. 

“I believe you (Y/N), I believe that you’re my soulmate.” 

You look at him in disbelief as you finally let the tears flow, a warm fuzzy feeling erupting in your chest and your vision turning pink. Bringing your knees close to your chest and hugging your legs, you try to contain your emotions. Peter continues to look at you with concern, patiently waiting for your response. 

“What about you and Liz?”

Peter sighs. “Honestly, there really isn’t anything anymore. I ended up telling her about you and the colors you saw because of me, and she opened up to me about how she met her soulmate back in Seattle. She just doesn’t like the type of person he is, so she’s trying to avoid him at all costs. She asked me if I still wanted to go on a date with her, but I told her I’d rather be with my soulmate.” 

“Then why did you yell at me when I confessed?” 

“Because you waited to tell me!” Peter ran a hand through his hair. “We’ve been best friends for months, but you knew from the moment you met me that you were my soulmate and you didn’t tell me. I didn’t realize you saw different colors depending on what I did or how I made you feel. I’ve always wanted my soulmate to be honest with me from the start, but you didn’t say anything and thinking about that drives me nuts. Not gonna lie, I was angry at you. In fact, I’m still a little angry. I hate that you kept this from me.” 

You shrink into yourself, burying your head into you knees and mumbling an “I’m sorry”. 

“Hey, Hey, Hey,” Peter quietly says as he slides to put his arm around you, rubbing his hand on your arm to try and soothe you. You find yourself leaning into his embrace, ultimately realizing how much you love being in his presence. “Yes, I’m still a little worked up right now. But that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you.” 

You look up at him, the pink becoming more intense. “I like you (Y/N), I have for a while now. I honestly wondered if you were my soulmate, but I thought you would have told me a while ago, so I was just happy to be your best friend. When you told Ned, MJ, and I at lunch that you had a soulmate, I honestly thought it couldn’t have been me. I mean, how could a guy like me, awkward and nerdy, be destined to someone as wonderful and beautiful as you?” He laughs at himself again, this time in disbelief. 

“Peter! Oh my god no!” You put your hand on his cheek and he looks at you once again. “You’re literally the sweetest person I know. You’re so caring and understanding and I really like how smart you are. You help me when I need someone and I’m so thankful to you. I just want to help you when you needed someone too. Not only that, you’re constantly protecting the city, much to the purple I see when you go out.” Peter and you chuckle at that. “I’m glad that I have a soulmate that’s so wonderful, and not to mention, cute as hell.” 

Peter laughs as he takes your unoccupied hand in his. “You can talk to me when things are good, but avoid me when things are bad?” He laughs as you feel a blush cross your cheeks. 

“Yeah… you know I don’t do well when bad things happen.” 

“Oh trust me (Y/N), I really know that now. Especially after these past two weeks.” Peter stops talking for a moment and the both of you embrace each other after a long awaited reunion. “Honestly, I’m still upset about what happened. I don’t like how you completely avoided me.” 

You look at Peter sadly. “I’m sorry, that’s just what I do. I didn’t know how to approach you. Is there anything I can do?”

Peter shakes his head. “No, I think it’ll take time for me to forgive and forget. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave your side now.” You look at him quizzically. “We have so much to catch up on! I want to learn more about my soulmate!” 

You look at him happily, completely in shock of what’s happening. Before you knew it, Peter cups your cheek again and leans in quickly, kissing you for the first time. His lips are soft and sweet, and your body turns to putty as he moves his lips with yours. When he pulls away, he puts his forehead on yours, and you open your eyes to see him smiling at you with the most intense shade of pink you’ve seen thus far. 

You spend the rest of the lunch period in Peter’s embrace, the two of you kissing constantly and just reminiscing in each other. It wasn’t until you hear the bell ring that you two hesitantly got up and went back to school. For the rest of the day however, you couldn’t focus, as you couldn’t stop thinking about how your soulmate came back into your life. You didn’t think you’d ever see pink again. But like your parents and Peter said before, soulmates are destined to work out. 

And you couldn’t wait to grow with him.

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You’re Not From This World (Part Seven)

Summary: Imagine the boys get sent to an alternate reality again without you, which leaves you stuck with the Winchester look-alikes, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x alternate world!reader

Warnings: Both worlds POV, Swearing, Internal injuries, Gunshots

Words: 4700+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: Holy Moly, this one is twice as long as the last part. Next part is already pretty long too, which may or may not be the last part, depending on how I split it. Welp, hope y’all enjoy. <3

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Arriving at the motel, the moment everyone was through the door of your motel room, you turned around with your hands on your hips. “Alright, convince me otherwise why I shouldn’t send both of your asses back to the bunker this instance?”

Jensen and Jared looked at each other and gulped. Jensen cleared his throat as he took a step toward you. “We’ve technically dealt with a witch before. A real witch.”

“Yeah, yeah. And I shot at her. We’ve got some experience with witches.” Jared added.

The boys were not making a very compelling case for themselves as you let out a sigh and shook your head.

Before you could speak, Jensen jumped in again, “We have an idea of how Dean and Sam think and we’ve played them for basically a decade now. And I know for a fact, Dean wouldn’t have let you leave on your own.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that the latter part of Jensen’s words were true. Since you first started hunting with the brothers, you hadn’t hunted by yourself in a long time. There was also the fact that there was always some bigger issue to deal with than the usual monster hunts. You sighed as you took a seat at the edge of the bed in the motel room. “You’re right. He wouldn’t. But….” You paused for a moment. “This wasn’t exactly a hunt. I told you guys before, I just have to grab the ingredients from another witch. I don’t plan on killing anybody or fighting anyone..” …Unless it comes down to it. You finished the sentence in your head as you knew there was a slight possibility there could be a confrontation, since it was the mother of the witch you had just killed recently. Jensen and Jared weren’t on the level of need-to-know at the moment.

The two actors continued to try to convince you to let them stay and help as they brought up past witch cases.

In the back of your mind, you already knew that the moment they showed up, they weren’t planning on leaving unless you literally dragged them back to the bunker. You sighed, giving in. “Fine. You both can stay…under a couple of conditions. One, you listen to what I say. You may be able to act like Dean and Sam but I’m the one with the real experience here…”

Both of the boys nodded their head in agreement, internally patting themselves on the back for being able to get you to let them stay.

You continued, “Second, you both are not allowed to go off on your own. No matter what you hear or see. Got it?” You narrowed your eyes at them.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Is there more?” Jared asked.

Getting off the bed, you walked over to your duffel as you grabbed an angel blade and tossed it on the bed in front of them. “Lastly, you’re both going to learn some basic combat and practice shooting better. Just in case.” You grinned at them.

Jensen and Jared looked at each other and gulped. They had a feeling that learning some basic combat from you would be much more intense than what they were used to from the trainers from the show.

- - -

Back in the actor’s world, the older Winchester woke up to the smell of food and sunshine. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head. “Why…so bright?” He mumbled underneath the pillow.

“About time you woke up. I ordered you breakfast after Cat insisted, but it’s probably cold now.” Sam shared as he had already been on one of the borrowed laptops researching ways for him and his brother to return back to their world.

Dean squinted one eye as he took the pillow off his face slightly to look at his brother at the table by the sofa bed. “Would you mind?” He asked, referring to the open windows where the sun shined brightly through.

There were two sets of curtains that would cover the window. A lighter set which was see through and then a darker set meant to block out the sun entirely. The younger Winchester gave him one of his infamous bitch faces as he pulled the lighter set of curtains to cover the window. “Some sunlight might still be good for you.”

Dean groaned in the bed as the sunshine was still a little too bright for someone who was just waking up. Eventually he got out of bed, his first stop was the coffee maker in the hotel room. Once he had his cup of coffee in his hand, he made his way over to the table Sam was sitting at already. When he spotted the food on the table, he couldn’t help but grin. “Damn, we need to stay in hotels rather than motels if you get this kind of breakfast all the time.”

“That’s all you’re going to get, Dean. They stopped serving breakfast over 30 minutes ago.” Sam stated.

“Fine by me.” Dean smiled as he forked some eggs and placed it in his mouth. Once the eggs were in his mouth, he made a face. “It’s cold.” He complained but still ate the eggs.

“If you hadn’t slept in, you wouldn’t have missed the food when it was hot and ready.” Sam explained, not having or showing any pity towards his brother.

Dean glared as his brother’s attitude towards him. He grabbed a bacon off his plate and threw it in his mouth. “At least I can count on bacon to be good hot or cold.”

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment. “Hurry and finish eating so you can start helping with finding a way to get back home.”

“Okay, mom.” Dean mocked, when he finally realized another body was missing in the room. “Where’s Y/N? I mean Cat?”

“She went to the studio to tell the TV crew and their bosses that Jensen and Jared are still not feeling well enough to work and also to pick up some scripts.” Sam explained.

As if rehearsed, the door to the hotel room jiggled as Cat came quickly walking through. Without even closing the door herself, she spotted both of the brothers awake and at the table, to her relief. When she reached them, she slammed a stack of papers on the only empty area left on the table as she flipped through and stopped at a particular page.

“You okay, Cat?” Sam asked concerned as he stared up at his friend’s doppelganger from this world.  

“Yeah, where’s the fire?” Dean asked looking behind her to play off his question. His plate of food was completely empty now.

Catching her breath, she pointed to a particular word on the page. Both boys looked at her questioningly and then leaned over to view the word. The word was portal. Immediately, Jared turned the stack of papers towards him as Cat took a couple of steps back to sit on the pull out sofa bed that had not been put away yet. She needed to catch her breath from rushing up here.

“What does it say?” Dean asked eagerly as he stood up to close the door she had left open. They didn’t need non-invited guests listening in.

Sam had been reading the page in his head. Once finished, he looked up at his brother, “It’s a spell to create a portal to another dimension.”

“So we found a way to get back to Y/N?” The older Winchester questioned, hope filling his eyes as he sat back down in his seat.

The younger Winchester turned his attention to Cat before answering his brother. “Where did your writers get this?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s a start. Our writers are known to do their research and try to use as authentic as it gets supernatural artifacts and spells.  I just remembered there were some issues before I started the show that Jensen once told me about. Apparently, there were some actual artifacts they used that would cause weird stuff to happen. Eventually the writer’s used what they found in their research as a baseline and would change some things to prevent anything weird from happening again, if what they found was real.” Cat shared, her breathing back to normal.

“So this world does have some supernatural in it.” Sam commented, almost happy about this news.

Cat chuckled, “I guess so.”

Dean looked between his brother and the actress. “So then we have a way home? We can get back to Y/N?”

Sam looked at his brother with a hopeful smile. “I think so. But…” He paused. “We’ll need to see what the spell is based off of. From what Cat said, the spell written in this script was changed from the original, we need to find out where the original spell is written. I have a feeling that an arch angels grace is one of the items they changed to fit the show more.”

“That sounds like a good guess. We can check out the storage room on set. Eric showed me it one time and said they kept any information they found that were used in the show there, just in case they needed to look back at previous research information.”  Cat added.

Dean stood up abruptly, “What are we waiting for? Let’s get going and find the original spell. Then we can click our heels together back to Kansas.”

Sam stood up as well, ready to find the original spell as both boys began walking around the room, gathering what little belongings they had with them.

As great as the plan to find this original spell seemed to be, Cat couldn’t help but think of one problem. “We can’t go till tonight.”

Both boys turned to look at her, but it was Dean who spoke first, “Why not?”

“I told everyone that Jensen and Jared were still not feeling well. Even though they shut down production for the day, there will probably still be crew members there to prepare for tomorrow, just in case the leads, you two, do feel better. We should wait till night to go to make sure you two aren’t seen.” She suggested.

“She’s right.” Sam agreed. “It’ll probably be bad for us to show ourselves when Cat has been telling them that Jensen and Jared are sick enough to not work. For now, we can try to search through the internet if we can find the spell.”

Dean sighed, knowing that his brother and Cat were right. All he wanted was to get back to you as fast as possible.

- - -

Back in the Winchester’s world…

After you gave a once in a lifetime basic training of how to handle an angel blade and got in a few practice shots until you were satisfied with Jensen’s and Jared’s performance, you all went out to a local diner. The three of you grabbed some quick grub as you also explained each ingredient you would be looking for: a fruit from the tree of life, the seal of Solomon, the blood of a most holy man, and an arch angel’s grace. Most of the items, you had an idea of what to look for. The one you were unsure of was the seal of Solomon. However, based on research before the boys showed up, you had narrowed it down to be some sort of pendant. After explaining what you would be looking for to the boys and finishing the food, you all headed out to stake out Remy’s mother’s place.

This time the Impala had been parked at a more inconspicuous location, out of sight from the targeted house. Luckily the neighborhood had one road in and out. All that you had to do was wait for Remy’s mother to leave her house and drive by. From your scouting earlier, you had learned from a male neighbor that the women along the street attended a happy hour bingo event, which just happened to be tonight. You did find it weird that a witch would go to a bingo event, but all witches had some kind of unexpected interest.

As you waited with Jensen and Jared in the impala, you’d thought it would be best to go over the plan one more time with them. “Alright, so what are your roles again?”

“Stay in the car and keep an eye out for the witch’s return.” Jared stated almost too proudly.

“And if she comes back while I’m still in the house?” You asked raising a brow as you looked between both actors.

Jensen groaned, just like Dean would, “Call you to tell you and still stay in the car.  We are not allowed to leave the car.”

“And then if anything really bad happens, we call Cas.” Jared added.

“That’s right!” You smiled at them.

“I don’t get it. If this is ‘not a real hunt’…” He used his fingers to create quotation marks. “…why do you have to sneak in to get the ingredients?” Jensen asked eyeing you.

You rolled your eyes, “Look, like I said earlier, I’m not planning on fighting her or trying to kill her. And to ensure that doesn’t happen, I just won’t make any direct contact with her. Plus, witches always want something in return. I don’t have time to deal with that.”

“Are you sure one of us shouldn’t go with you to help you look for the items? They could be anywhere in the house.” Jared asked.

“I’ll be fine. If this witch is one to play off being normal, she’ll hide her witch belongings all together in one place in the house. I just have to find that one place.” You shared, knowing that you could be wrong.

Before Jensen could get his opinion out, a car’s headlights lit up the road in front of the Impala. Everyone in the car ducked, except you. You peeked through the window as you watched Remy’s mother drive by in the car you had seen earlier parked at the targeted house. Remy’s mother had looked almost exactly like her daughter, except only an older version. Once the car passed by and took a turn at the stop sign behind the car, you got out of the car. Before you closed the door to the Impala, you leaned down and looked between the actors, “You guys know what to do. I’ll be back in a bit.”

After leaving the boys in the car, you broke into the witch’s house easily. The inside of the house was pretty normal looking till you reached the kitchen. There were herbs and containers all spread out around the kitchen counters. It was actually a mess. What really caught your attention as you entered the kitchen was a bright light running vertically in the air. “Alright, don’t know what that is so let’s not touch that.” You spoke to yourself as you began wandering around the kitchen looking for the ingredients.

Conveniently, all the materials you were looking for were grouped together by a bowl near the tear in the air. There was only one thing missing which was a glowing container, which you had seen before as an angel’s grace. Worrying about that one item later, you began to grab the rest of the items that were present. As you grabbed the pendant first, a bright light emitted from the tear in the open space sending you backwards. When the light cleared and you adjusted your eye sight, you saw a figure standing in front of you. It was Remy’s mother. “What the hell?” You swore you and the boys saw her leave in her car.

“Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?” The witch asked you as she caught sight of the pendant in your hand.

Your eyes followed the witch’s eyesight to the pendant in your hands. You chuckled embarrassed as you held your hands out in front of you, one holding the pendant. “Listen, I’m not here to hurt you or fight you. I just need some ingredients you happen to have. That’s all.” You tried reasoning with her as you began walking on the other side of the kitchen island from where the witch stood. If you could get behind it, you could use it as cover and grab your gun with witch killing bullets. A precaution that you deemed necessary to bring and thankful you did.

The witch watched you as if she was studying you. “Why do you need that pendant?”

“Long story short, I’m not sure. I’m being paid to get certain materials. You happen to have some of them from what my contact told me.” You lied your ass off, which you didn’t think the witch was buying with the way she was now glaring at you.

“Liar!” The witch yelled as she used her magic to throw you against the kitchen cabinets. You hit the cabinets hard, breaking some as you fell to the ground in pain. “Who are you?!” The witch yelled as she began walking over to you.

Despite the pain, you were able to reach behind you for your gun. Quickly pulling it out, you sat on the ground and pointed it at her. “I wouldn’t take one more step if I were you. It’s loaded with witch killing bullets.”

The witch stopped walking. “You’re a hunter.” She stated as she scoffed, “And you said you weren’t here to hurt me, yet you carry a gun with bullets to kill my kind.”

“Just a precaution to keep myself safe.” You commented as you slowly stood up with the gun still pointed at the witch. “Now, I’m just going to grab a few things and then I’ll be on my way. That’s all.”

“What makes you think I believe you? I don’t trust hunters.” The witch stated.

“I can say the same about witches, but you’ll just have too if you want to continue on living.” You shrugged as you had begun walking around the kitchen island again as you made your way to the ingredients you needed.

The witch watched slowly as she began putting together what you were after. “No. I know what you’re after.” She mumbled to herself as she threw her hand up to throw you against the wall again.

You had squeezed the trigger twice the moment you felt yourself being pushed away. One shot hit the witch in the shoulder but it didn’t kill her. How was that possible?

She forced you against the wall unable to move with a smirk on her face. “Well, it looks like your witch killing bullets failed. Now tell me, where is he?” Her smiled turned sinister.

You struggled against the force she was using against you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You weren’t lying, you really had no idea what she was talking about.

Remy’s mother smirked before throwing you against the cabinets again and then back against the wall. The throw definitely hurt a bit more. “Let’s try this again. You’re after the ingredients to create a portal, which means you’ve dealt with my daughter. And I assume she’s dead. Her death finally made her useful because that means he is free now. So where is he?”

Hearing her speak of her daughter so harshly, you spat in the witch’s direction as best as you could. The witch was talking about Remph, that much got confirmed to you. You lied again, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, bitch. Condolences on your daughter though.” This time you were the one to grin at her.

The witch glared at you as she threw you against another wall that broke, causing you to hit a wall in the living room area and fall to the ground. Your whole body ached as you could taste your own blood coughing up your throat. You definitely had something broken or fractured now.

“Fine. You don’t want to tell me? I’m sure those boys are around here somewhere. I’ll get one of them to tell me where he is. So now, I have no use for you.” Remy’s mother began lifting you up off the ground and began choking you.

This was not the way you wanted to go out. Being killed by a witch was probably one of the most terrible ways to go out. Without thinking, you prayed to Cas for help. You even prayed for a sliver of hope that your Dean would somehow come save you as he did on occasion.

As you felt yourself beginning to lose consciousness, you heard the front door bang open as multiple gunshots were fired. Dropping to the ground, you were fighting to stay conscious as you spotted two familiar faces. “Sam? Dean?” You mumbled to yourself as you were a bit incoherent at the moment.

It was Jensen and Jared. They managed to get two shots at the witch, one on her arm where you had shot her shoulder earlier and one on her leg, causing her to now limp. The shooting continued as you tried to watch the events. You heard footsteps turn into running as shouting followed after.

A set of arms soon surrounded you. “Y/N? Hey, you’re going to be okay. Stay with me. Sorry for not following your rules. I’ll be right back.” The deep voice said as you were left alone again. The reality of what was really going was becoming clearer after almost being choked to death.

“Jared!” Jensen shouted out for his friend who had followed after the witch when she had started running away with a limp. He met up with his friend in a trashed kitchen. The witch was standing in front of something both boys had never seen before with her hand reached out towards the unknown and a grin on her face. A bright light emitted and then disappeared, along with the witch. “Where’d she go?” The older actor asked.

“She disappeared into this like tear in the air.” Jared tried explaining. “I’m pretty sure we shot her, and with witch killing bullets, but she didn’t die?” Both of the boys put the safety of their guns back on and placed it back into their pockets.

“The same happened with me.” You spoke from the kitchen entrance, leaning against one of the walls that was still intact. You began coughing up blood as you started sliding down the wall you were leaning on. You were able to fight off the feeling of passing out, but you knew you had some kind of internal injury from the way the witch had thrown you around like a ball.

“Y/N!” Both of the boys called out for you, but it was Jensen who caught you.

“The ingredients….” You managed to say before coughing up more blood.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get it.” Jensen looked over at Jared, telling him through his facial expression to grab the ingredients. Jared shrugged as Jensen waved his hand around, mouthing to just grab everything. “Can you walk on your own? I’m going to help you back to the car.” You nodded your head as Jensen slung one of your arms over his shoulders acting as your support.

“You both didn’t follow my orders…” You quietly spoke, but Jensen still heard you as you approached Baby.

“Yeah, well Cas called us and said he heard you pray to him. But he couldn’t come since something was happening with Remph. We weren’t going to do nothing, so we ran to the house…” Jensen explained.

“…guns a’blazing.” You finished his story.

“Yeah…” He said as he helped you into the backseat of the Impala. “Get some rest. I’ll go back and help Jared grab the ingredients before the witch comes back. And then we’ll drive by the motel, grab your things and head back to the bunker. Luckily, we’re not too far from the bunker, so Cas can heal you when we get back and you can beat us up for not staying in the car as told.” Jensen winked at you.

You couldn’t help but smirk, shaking your head, “Definitely getting your asses kicked when I’m fully healed….” And with that said, Jensen left you to help Jared as you found yourself closing your eyes to get a moments of rest.

- - -

“Son of a bitch!” The deep voice yelled aloud.

“Shhh” Two voices shushed the older Winchester at the same time.

“This place has a night shift security guy named Tom, so you need to quiet down, okay?” Cat asked as she continued rifling through stacks of papers that were previously boxed up.

Dean groaned at the lack of findings they were having as they had been searching through the boxes for over an hour now. None of the boxes were labeled. Opening another box, he pulled another angel blade prop as he waved it in the air and watched this specific one wiggle a little. “For every fake angel blade that I’ve come across so far, I’d be one rich man I tell you.”

“Once the angel arc began, the set was filled with angel blades. You’d find them everywhere. I’m pretty sure there’s enough around here for each cast, guest stars, and crew members to take two home for themselves whenever the show ends.” Cat shared.

Dean frowned in thought as he considered taking one himself.

“Dean, quit playing around with the fake angel blades and keep looking.” Sam huffed.

“Bitch.” Dean called out rolling his eyes.

Sam returned the usual banter. “Jerk.”

Cat smiled at hearing the Winchester’s banter. It was one thing when she heard Jensen and Jared act it out, but hearing it from the real deal themselves was more amusing. While going to grab another box near the storage entrance door, Cat heard the sounds of items being moved around nearby. She quietly peeked her head out the door as she looked for any signs of security guard Tom. If he had caught her, she’d lie about wanting to practice with one of the old props for a future scene or something. Tom was a pretty chill guy and they’d met before on late set shoots. When she continued to hear the noises of objects being moved around, she walked over to the boys, whispering, “Guys, I think there is someone on the sets.”

“Works in our favor. While the security guard checks them out, we should be safe.” Dean commented as he continued to go through his current box he was working on.

“Okay...” Cat lingered on the word before returning to what she was doing. After about ten minutes, she heard a loud thud as if something fell over. The boys had heard it too when everyone looked up and looked at each other. After a visual agreement, it was decided to check it out. Making their way out of the storage room, the boys followed Cat towards the set area. They found a shelf filled with filming equipment to hide behind as they spotted a figure in the bunker set.

“Oh my god.” Cat whispered as she spotted another figure on the floor. “That’s Tom, the security guard. Is he dead?” She asked, feeling a chill run up her spine.

“I can’t tell from here. But, Cat, do you recognize the woman?” Sam asked quietly.

“No. I’ve never seen her before.” Cat answered.

Dean wrinkled his eyebrows together as he checked out the woman. It wasn’t until he saw her face where he had an inkling feeling that she looked kind of familiar.

The woman in question began laughing out loud. “This is the spot. I can feel it. It will open here and I’ll get revenge on the Winchesters and that woman.”

Dean and Sam looked at each other as Cat looked between them both.

“It seems like maybe it’s the other way around and you guys knows her?” Cat questioned as she looked back over at the woman who seemed to be preparing for something.

“She looks a bit familiar.” Dean answered. “I can’t put my foot on it right now.”

Before Sam could answer, a bright light appeared before the woman. The light ran down vertically in front of her.

“What the hell?” The boys and Cat all asked in confusion as another bright light emitted from the vertical light line and three figures appeared.

To be continued in part 8!

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