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alexboehm55144 · 3 years ago

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Alex Final Wars 2: Dark Alex, Chapter 39 - Before The Storm

"So what did you guys get out of the stuff we pulled from that Chinese base? One that was apparently supposed to be impenetrable." Nick asked before muttering to himself. "Heh, they were no match for this sly fox."

"We went to hell and back to get that stuff," Judy said.

"Thing is… we don't know yet," Jack responded. "There was a lot of information on those maps and papers you guys pulled. It will take time for the eggheads to go through it all."

"I have to say I really respect the analysts," Skye noted. "I mean, how much stuff have they looked at from just Heroes alone?"

The four mammals were sitting in Jack and Skye's Aston Martin as they drove through the busy Zootopian streets. Nick and Judy were in the back seats while the two ZIA agents sat upfront. All around the car, mammals moved and went about their business as the city entered the evening. Most mammals were probably heading home as the sky began to dim. While others were getting ready for a night on the town.

"You guys over at Heroes have recovered a ton of intelligence throughout this war." Jack said, "Servers, documents, maps. Knowledge is power."

"Yeah, that is true," Judy responded. "I can't believe how much action we've seen. This is a lot more than a normal day at the ZPD."

"Hey, sometimes things are pretty action-packed at the ZPD," Nick said. "There's a lot of dangerous crooks and thieves out there. Though none of them as crafty and talented as this sly fox."

This got a chuckle out of Judy.

"And here we are!" Jack said.

The car pulled into a parking lot of a one-story building with Japanese architecture. The walls were made of white-colored stone with wooden support pillars, covered by a pagoda-style roof made of matte green tiles. Mounted on the front wall was a red and white light-up sign that said:

"Tanukchi, Japanese Grill."

"Well, we'll certainly be eating good tonight!" Nick said, the four mammals stepping out of the car.

"Isn't this place pretty high-end?" Skye asked. "How did you get a reservation?"

"Well… heh…" a slightly mischievous look crossed Judy's face. "I may have let it slip that we were brave ZPD officers, and you two were selfless ZIA agents."

"Clever bunny," Nick said.

"And… I may have also mentioned that we were war heroes."

Sky and Jack laughed.

"Well, at least you got us a nice dinner," Jack said before the group headed inside the restaurant.

Inside the building, the walls were made of wood and paper, resembling traditional Japanese walls. However, there were also support pillars made of marble-like, red-colored rock with messy streaks of white running through it. A short distance from the two glass doors was a desk made out of bamboo, behind which was a fish tank teeming with aquatic life. The entire restaurant was filled with the sounds of people chatting and the metal clang of cooking equipment being used.

"Reservation for Hopps," Judy said to the fox behind the desk, prompting the mammal to check her computer.

"Hopps…. Ah! Right, this way!" The fox said, grabbing four menus and leading the two couples into the dining area. There were 4 grills, 2 for smaller mammals, 2 for larger mammals, set up in the dining area, each surrounded by stained wooden chairs. Above each grill was a vent to the outside. On the walls of the room were paintings of trees and natural landscapes.

The waitress handed out menus as the group sat down at a grill for smaller mammals. "Would you like to order your drinks now?"

Nick got a soda while Jack went for an ice tea. Judy had carrot juice, and Skye got water. The fox waitress left to get their drinks and appetizers.

"You know, it kind of surprises me how quickly life has got back to normal here," Skye said. The fox looked around at the families and groups laughing and enjoying their meals. "You would never have thought that a short time ago, this city was under assault by the Chinese military."

"I know," Judy said. "It's almost like a distant memory to everyone. But I suppose they're just looking ahead towards a brighter future."

"And the future is bright," Jack said. "We're really pressing hard on the PLA now. But regarding what you said, there are plans to make a memorial to commemorate the Chinese attacks on the city. The full-scale assault, the airship strike, and the concert."

"Well, I hope that helps the citizens of Zootopia remember what happened. And that we must be vigilant against those who want to hurt us."

"Hmm… well, we should get some fried rice," Nick said, perusing over the menu.

"Heh, thinking with your stomach, I see." Judy chuckled.

"I agree," Jack responded. "let's get some fried rice."

The waitress returned with drinks, as well as salads and miso soups for everyone. She also took their orders for meals.

"A chef will be with you shortly."

The waitress left, and the group began to enjoy their appetizers.

"Wow, this is really good," Jack said, trying the salad.

"Hopps told me this place is highly rated," Nick said, sipping the soup. "You did a good job getting us this reservation."

"I agree." Skye said, "thank you, Judy."

Judy smiled "aww, guys are too sweet."

A few moments later, a tanuki wearing a traditional chef's uniform came over to the grill with a small cart of ingredients and tools.

"Hello! Welcome!" The chef said, going over the group's order. "Let's get started!"

The tanuki started up the grill and began to cook the various vegetables for the fried rice. Skye took out her phone and captured the exciting moment in a video while the chef performed tricks. He spun his spatula and tools around in his hand and juggled an egg for the rice.

The chef then set up an onion volcano, filled it with edible oils, and lit it on fire. A tower of flame shot out of the small volcano, eliciting gasps from the officers and agents watching the show.

"Dinner and a show," Skye said.

The tanuki chef finished the fried rice, taking a small portion of the rice on his spatula and launching it in the air towards Jack. The rabbit opened his mouth to catch it, but it just bounced off his nose onto the floor.

The chef tried again, & this time Jack caught the portion of rice in his mouth. All the while, the other mammals laughed and watched the spectacle.

The tanuki then launched a portion of rice at Nick, who managed to catch it in his mouth on the first try.

Judy laughed clapped a little as Nick looked smug that he got it first try.

"We should hang out more often," Jack said as the chef began to serve the fried rice.

"I agree. It's just that we've been busy lately." Nick chimed in. "But when the four of us hang out, it's always fun."

000

"Come on, Toothdee, you'll enjoy it!" Laval said. "Arcades are fun. Although in Chima the arcades are usually less tech-savvy… but… same principles apply."

"I don't know…." Toothdee said, looking over some maps and papers in her room. "The end of this war is in sight, and I want to focus on my work so we can make the final decisive push to end this conflict once and for all."

"Hey, we've got them on the backfoot." Eris said, "besides, we're on shore leave right now. It's not the time to work. It's time to rest and recuperate."

"Yeah, you can't just keep fighting constantly. Evening though I do think that would be fun, you'll get worn out." Laval noted.

"Oh, alright, fine." The Heroes commander said, getting up from her desk and grabbing her phone and wallet. "Let's go."

"Great!" Eris said. "Laval spotted a place just down the road, within walking distance."

"Well, lead the way, Laval."

The trio left the typhoon and headed out of the guarded compound where the airship landed. The landing zone was in the city, giving Heroes good access to any part of Zootopia they needed to reach in the event of an emergency.

However it was not right in the center of the city, instead situated near the airport. This was to avoid buildings acting as flying obstructions and to cut down on noise pollution.

"You guys really love exploring Zootopia, don't you? Getting out and seeing the sights." Toothdee said as they walked.

"Totally!" Eris said. "It's a gorgeous city. I can see why Nick and Judy love it here."

"Yeah, I love exploring, so it's great to get a whole new city to explore!"

After a few minutes of walking, the group arrived at a building with big glass windows and a bright blue sign that said "arcade" on the front.

The inside of the building was dark, lit mainly through light from gaming machines. The air was filled with the sounds of said machines. Various boops and chimes were used to attract customer's attention. The floor was covered in a dark blue carpet, and a tired-looking mountain lion sat at a desk near the door.

The trio walked over to the desk, and the mountain lion didn't flinch upon seeing an evolved eagle.

"Hi, can we each get a card with $30 on it, please?" Toothdee said, "that seems reasonable, right?"

"Works for me," Eris said.

Each member of the group took out the required money and placed it on the counter. The cashier nodded and quickly transferred the money to 3 plastic cards that could be used to purchase games from the machines.

"Thank you," Laval said, the group heading towards the machines.

"What are you going to play first?" Toothdee asked.

"Uh… hm, well, I've seen this before," Laval said, walking over to a skeeball machine. "Now Chima does have games like this."

"I'll play against you!" Eris said, standing in front of a second Skee-ball device next to Laval.

"Alright! Your on!"

The couple slid their cards through readers on the machines, and balls were dispensed in return. As the two started rolling the hard plastic skeeballs down the length of the device, Toothdee went to examine some other games.

She spotted an arcade game with a large screen, and fake plastic guns hooked up to it. Across the top of the machine were the words "Terminator" along with a scary-looking robot head. Toothdee went over to the arcade machine and paid for a game before picking up one of the weapons. She could also keep her skills sharp while having fun.

The young warrior selected a level and began. Terminator robots appeared on screen and engaged. But toothdee fired the toy weapon at the screen, and the terminators in-game were struck down by gunfire.

As her character continued to move through the game world, gunning down robots, toothdee heard Laval and Eris behind her.

"Yes!" The eagle said. "I win! Don't worry, I know you let me win on purpose."

"I thought YOU were going to let ME win." Laval chuckled.

The pair came over to watch Toothdee, who continued to gun down terminators, even as her own player character took damage. Eventually, a game over screen appeared, and toothdee put the plastic toy gun back down on the machine.

"You know what's funny is most of the stuff here we can do for real," Laval said. "That motorcycle racing game over there? I can just hop on my speedor. That game you were playing where you shoot robots? You could just get a gun and charge into battle!"

"Heh, well, why don't you do that then?" Toothdee asked.

"Well, fighting can be fun. But it's nice just to do it… what's the word I'm looking for… Fictitiously! Without any worries, where you just have to get points."

"Alright, I can understand that. Now, what do you want to play next?" Toothdee said, turning towards the rows of game cabinets. "You guys were right. It is good to get out and relax once in a while."

000

Haida looked at a map on his phone and struggled to figure out where he was in relation to the roads and structures on the map.

"I'm telling you it's this way," Fabienne said, pointing down a roadway. "Trust me, I know this city."

"But it looks like it's this way on the map!" Haida said, pointing down a different street."

"It's not! Your just looking at it wrong!"

"Retsuko, what do you think?"

The red panda, who had been patiently watching the two argue, looked at Haida's phone. The hyena smirked, expecting his girlfriend to agree with him. Plus, he was pretty confident his examination of the map was correct.

"Hmmm…." Retsuko said, "I think Fabienne is right."

Haida's jaw dropped while Fabienne smirked.

"Alright then, this way."

The snow leopard started walking down the street, Haida and Retsuko in tow.

Haida looked a bit down that he was wrong, but Retsuko gave him a playful jab to cheer him up.

Eventually, the group arrived at a large stone building situated by the coast. The American flag was flying on a pole outside. There was a large wooden sign reading "Zootopia World War 2 Museum."

"Told you," Fabienne said.

The trio went inside, where a bunny attendant was waiting in a booth near the entrance.

"Hi! 3 please, general admission." Retsuko said.

The trio paid for their tickets and entered the museum, which was not very crowded. The rooms were filled with equipment, posters, flags, pictures, all from the Second World War.

Pictures of troopers in combat. Guns those soldiers would have used. Maps of the battle formations they would have been in.

Retsuko and Haida went over to a giant wall of black marble. Upon which were carved the names of soldiers from Zootopia who had distinguished themselves in combat during WW2. Above the wall was a black and white mural of US Soldiers of many different species.

Fabienne was busy looking at an exhibit about war correspondents during the Second World War. There was an old camera on display, articles published by war reporters, and photographs of correspondents. This sort of thing was right up her alley.

"It's amazing how much we've progressed," Fabienne said, looking at old photography equipment. She spotted an old camera that was a lot bigger than her phone and probably could only photograph in black and white.

The snow leopard moved on to a small exhibit that contained mannequins of different mammals in combat gear. There was a small video screen playing a video comparing the biological system of various mammals as soldiers.

"Humans make the best soldiers." Said a disembodied voice on the video, as the picture changed to show a human soldier on a long trek in the desert. "They have unmatched endurance and survival skills. Not to mention their skills in combat have been continuously refined and improved over millennia, in the many wars and battles fought by humans."

"Maybe that's why a human is the leader of Heroes," Fabienne asked herself.

"This does not mean other species are incapable of waging war. Many other types of mammals serve in specialist roles."

A picture of a Russian polar bear in arctic camouflage appeared on the screen as the announcer continued.

"Polar bears and other arctic mammals make good soldiers for sub-zero environments."

The screen changed again, showing a picture of a cheetah soldier.

"While cheetahs and Pronghorns make good couriers, depending on the distance being traveled."

The snow leopard found this fascinating. Every species was unique in some way.

The ZNN reporter moved to rejoin Haida and Retsuko. They were looking at an exhibit about imperial Japan and the war in the pacific.

"Wow, look at that," Retsuko said, examining a model of a US aircraft carrier.

Haida and Fabienne looked at a map of battle formations around an island, complete with pictures of soldiers.

One photo showed Japanese troops digging trenches around the island as defenses. Another picture showed US pilots getting into planes and preparing to launch from the deck of a carrier. A third picture showed US marines charging against stubborn and dug-in Japanese pillboxes on a hill, firing down at a beach.

"My God, it's so reminiscent of the current war," Fabienne noted, looking at another image of American and Japanese warships engaging each other as planes crisscrossed the sky.

"I know…" Retsuko said, "I mean, we're fighting in the pacific, with warships and planes. I guess history repeats itself."

"What I find amazing..." Haida said, "the US and Japan used to be such bitter enemies, and now they are great allies."

"Yep, it only goes to show you how things can change with time," Fabienne responded.

"Here we are, mammals from Japan, doing an important role in a US military organization," Retsuko said. "And there is no place I'd rather be."

The three mammals continued through the museum. Examining the past and how it could tell them about the present and future.

000

JayJay was in her cabin on the typhoon, putting away some clothes she had just washed. The wolf put a dress on a hanger, hanging it in the closet, before turning her attention to some stockings and a few shirts.

As the young hero finished putting her clothes away in a drawer, there was a knock at her door.

The wolf opened the door and smiled, seeing captain Boehm in front of her.

"Hey Jay, what are you doing?"

"Just putting away some clothes." The wolf said, quickly fixing her hair and making herself look presentable. "What brings you around?"

"Well… I was wondering if you would like to hang out?" The captain said, trying to speak confidentiality. "We could go somewhere. There's plenty of attractions around Zootopia. Or just stay here and watch a movie or something."

JayJay's tail started wagging.

"Oh! I'd love to take you out clubbing!" The wolf said.

"Clubbing? Eh… that's not exactly my thing…."

"Please!" JayJay said, giving Alex puppy dog eyes. "I'd love it if you came along!"

"Sigh, alright, fine."

"Yes! Trust me, you'll have fun! Let me just get my things and get ready to go."

"Ok, I'll go get my wallet. Meet you back here."

Both mammals used the bathroom, got their personal effects, and met back up outside JayJay's room before leaving the typhoon.

"I'm really excited," JayJay confessed. "You, my favorite person in the world, going clubbing and dancing with me, which is my favorite thing to do!"

"I mean, I'm not exactly big on that sort of thing… but I'll bite the bullet if it means spending time with you."

The wolf wagged her tail in excitement. The pair then came upon Kion and Jasiri, who walked down the hallway. Each had an arm around the other.

"What are you two up to?" Alex asked.

"We're just going out," Kion said.

"Oh! So are we!" JayJay responded. "I'm taking him to a club."

The wolf gestured at the human.

"Heh, didn't think that would be your kind of thing, Alex." Kion teased. "You are usually a very reserved person who tends to keep to himself."

"Your correct." The captain responded, "But I just like spending time with Jay."

"Well, I like spending time with Jasiri." The lion kissed the hyena on the cheek, making her blush. This prompted JayJay to turn to her companion. Giving a look that almost saying "What? Where's my kiss?"

"If you two are going out, what if we come with you? We could all hang out." Jasiri said.

"I'm fine with that," Boehm responded. "Jay?"

"I'm down! Let's go!"

The four left the typhoon and headed down the street, led by JayJay, who knew where all the excellent dance parties and nightclubs were.

"I am going to bring you out of your shell tonight." JayJay said to Alex, "you can't be so reserved all the time."

"I think you are the right person to do that." The human responded to the wolf. "You're so outgoing and social. I'm an introvert, your an extrovert."

"Opposites attract." Kion laughed.

After a few minutes of walking, the group reached a building with dozens of bright neon lights outside, shining in all colors.

"Hey! It's the party animal!" Said the bear bouncer, opening the door for the team to go inside.

More bright lights of all colors flashed above a dance floor made up of light-up squares, which also changed color frequently. Mammals packed the dance floor, moving and cheering as they enjoyed themselves.

A bar that glowed white from internal lights was stationed against one of the walls. Behind the bar were shelves of liquid backlit by blue light. Tables and chairs were set up around the main dance floor for mammals to chat and rest.

"Say what about loud noises?" Kion asked Alex. "I heard that introverts like things to be quiet."

"Yes, but Kion, I'm a soldier. I've heard the blasts of artillery strikes and the engines of rockets and jet planes. I can take some loud music."

"Do you guys want to get something to drink first?" Jay asked as the group drifted over to a table. "We need to stay hydrated if we're going to be dancing."

"What time is it?" Alex asked, "ah, I'll just have lemonade or something."

"Coke, please," Kion said. "No ice."

"Water is fine for me," Jasiri said.

"Alright! You guys have to pay me back, though. Kion, could you give me a paw? I can't carry all the drinks."

The wolf and lion left, heading to the bar.

"Say do we have any Glocks onboard the ship?" Jasiri asked.

"Yeah?" The captain said.

"I think I'm gonna try those as my pistols. See how they do in battle."

"Well, if you're going to use them, akimbo, we have plenty of attachments you can use. Sights, flashlights and lasers, muzzle breaks, and suppressors…. Heroes is well supplied."

"I can tell. I suppose all the money spent is worth it, though. We get the job done."

"Maybe you should get yourself another weapon if you find the pistols aren't cutting it. Like an SMG. Maybe an MP5 or UMP."

The human and hyena continued to discuss their weapons of warfare until Kion and JayJay returned with four glasses containing the drinks. The two giving Alex and Jasiri their beverages. JayJay had apparently ordered a beer, as her glass contained a foaming brown liquid.

"Jasiri and I were just talking about our combat gear," Alex said, taking a sip of his lemonade.

"Yeah, he thinks I should get an SMG for when the pistols don't cut it."

"I recently changed my armament as well." Kion said, "I quite like the LMG I got my paws on."

"Well, as I told Jasiri…" Alex said, "we have plenty of attachments you can put on."

"Oh sweet! I'll have to check those out."

"Well, while your running into battle with a sword and a big gun, my own equipment is a bit smaller," JayJay said. "Just a simple pistol and a machine pistol for when the going gets tough."

"Yeah, Kion, you are like the tank. With an LMG, a powerful sword, and your own strength to punch right through enemies." Captain Boehm noted. "Jay is more focused on her agility and speed."

"I've been thinking of getting a sword more like what you and Laval use. Chima style!" Kion said. "Also, JayJay, isn't your pistol an older design? 1911?"

"Yep! And not just any 1911. That very pistol was wielded by my ancestor, Jim Burdel, during WW1!"

"Wow, That should be in a museum."

"Hey, I like to think I'm doing right by my ancestor by carrying his weapon into battle. Though I don't know if he would like the paint scheme I've given it, he's not here to complain."

Suddenly the loud dubstep music slowed down, and all the lights on the dance floor turned a light blue as their movement speed slowed down.

"It's time for a slow dance!" The DJ said, "Maybe grab that special someone and bring them out onto the floor!"

Jasiri smirked at Kion and jumped up, gesturing for Kion to follow her, which he did. They headed out onto the dance floor, joining in the crowd of mammals.

Jasiri playfully pushed Kion, trying to figure out how exactly he should dance with his hyena. Fumbling with his paws and where to put them in a way that was not lewd.

The lion's lover just hugged him close, prompting Kion to wrap his arms around her and slowly turn and dance.

"Come on, Alex!" JayJay said, standing up, prompting the captain to do the same and follow her.

The two mammals reached the dance floor, surrounded by other mammals and couples, moving slowly to the music.

Under the blue light, the pair embraced, nuzzling against each other's fur and skin. Alex and JayJay closed their eyes, enjoying the moment with each other, along with the other couples on the dance floor, including Kion and Jasiri. But the human and wolf were just focusing on each other. Both of them were, to the other, the most important mammal in the world.

Moments like these were what they were fighting for. China was an autocratic nation, curtailing freedoms and liberties. But here, people could be free and enjoy themselves without fear of the government or military.

It was these moments of peace that made their battles worth it. Worth fighting for a million times over.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years ago

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 23

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: NSFW, fluff, a tad of angst

WC: 2695

A/N: This chapter fills my ‘sex toys’ square for @spnkinkbingo

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

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She’s jumpy in his arms and Dean’s holding her tighter as they both stare at the source of the knocking. It’s right by the window next to him, and a dark shadowy figure can be seen through the fogged up window of the Impala. Her heart races, he can feel it drumming against his chest.

The figure raps frantically at the window again, and Y/N’s struggling in his arms, wriggles herself around and tries to get off of him, but he holds her still, shushes her, tucks her hair back behind her ear, and brushes his knuckles over her cheek, “Shhhh, it’s okay, stay.”

There’s a frown on her face and Dean has to chuckle at that, to which her eyes widen some more.

“I got this,” He assures her, and his hand leaves her face to roll down the window.

A bright flashlight shines into their eyes and she quickly looks away, buries her face in the crook of his neck while Dean squints.

“Hello Officer,” Dean greets the figure, giving him a courtesy nod.

“You know you’re not allowed to park here this late, right?” The officer asks, and Dean could see the penny drop as soon as he sees Dean’s grin, “Oh! Mr. Winchester! Alright, keep doing whatever you’re doing. I’m gone, have a good night!”

“Thank you.” Dean says calmly and rolls the window up again.

Y/N plies her face from his neck and stares at him, the frown lines on her forehead grow some more and he evens them out with his thumb while he grins at her. He can see that she has a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that the officer had no intention of commenting on what they were doing out here in the dark of the night.

“What was that? Have a good night?” She hisses out and it’s cute, really.

Dean chuckles and pulls her down by her top, kisses the corner of her lips because she’s a little upset and she tilts her head to the side before he could hit his target, “Baby, I would never put you in the position where you could get in trouble. I knew who would be on duty for the park today and it happened that it’s someone I know.”

“From where?” Her nose scrunches up. That’s something new. He thinks he’s seen all of her facial expressions, yet he’s still discovering new things about her. It makes him weak. Adorable is what it is.

He couldn’t resist booping her nose with his forefinger, but she doesn’t budge, the nose keeps scrunching, the frown deepens and Dean sighs out, “He’s a VIP.”

“Ah, of course he is,” She scoffs, “But what if he saw more? What if he uses his knowledge of your nightly trysts to blackmail you?”

He has to laugh at that, and when he looks at her, Y/N’s not smiling with him. There’s not even a little smirk at the corner of her lips. She’s really really concerned about it and it makes him uneasy. There’s something about the way she trains her gaze down, something about the way she bites at her lips. Something tells Dean that she’s been burned before and fuck, did it happen? Was someone blackmailing her? He wants to find out, but he thinks that it’s not going to be now, not going to tonight. She’ll talk when she’s ready. He swears, if it’s fucking Cole, that dude will get his balls ripped out next.

Dean kisses her lips, his hand on her shoulder, fingers long and palms wide around her neck, grounding her to him. When he speaks again, his voice is soft, “That’s impossible. The things I know about that guy?” It makes him shudder even thinking about it, “I can safely say that I’ve got the upper hand here.”

“‘K,” She breathes out, but he knows that nothing is fucking K .

His hands leave her shoulder and hips and search for hers. When he finds them, he takes them in his. They’re so small compared to his and he still can’t believe that he gets to hold them.

“Y/N, I’m thorough,” He whispers, places her hand to his lips and leaves featherlight kisses on her knuckles.

“I know you are.”

There’s a sigh above him and he looks up to see her pouting a little.

He smirks, “Do you know how I got to where I am now?”

She shakes her head.

One of his hands goes up to her face, traces along her cheekbone and jawline with his fingertips, “Because I’m always at least one step ahead. I always know what will happen when I do something, and I’m ready to take the fall when something goes wrong. It’s just that nothing will go wrong now.”

Dean knows that it sounds cocky. It is. It’s also the truth. He made it through school like that and he thought that she knew it as well as he does.

Perhaps she does, because he can feel her body relaxing on top of him, “Can we go home?” She’s still pouting and Dean knows it’s because she’s tired.

Well, it was a lot tonight, and he maybe shouldn’t have brought her out here, but the dude was on duty for this park only once every fortnight. Dean couldn’t let the opportunity slip away. He knows that it might have been selfish, but she enjoyed it too, so at least he hopes that it is a little selfless either.

“Yeah, we can,” Dean nods his head, but then she’s not moving. He has to chuckle again, “Never thought that I ever have to say that but, baby, you need to get off me.”

He really never thought he’d had to say it when all he wants is to stay like this. With his dick still inside. It’s a good feeling. He’s going out of a limb to admit that it’s even the best feeling in the world.

“Nuh-uh,” She pouts and he smirks, reaches out a hand to thumb at her lips.

“No?”

“It’s so cozy,” Her lips now spread into a grin, which is addictive, and Dean smiles with her.

Dean agrees wholeheartedly, though. Agrees that it feels fucking great to just be inside her. He would absolutely love to stay. Perhaps wait for him to get hard again and fuck her all over, a third time in less than twelve hours, but he has to be the responsible one around here, because she has to get up early and he doesn’t even know if she’s already packed.

His hands go around her waist, lifts her off him and she squeals and giggles. His soft cock comes out with a squelching sound. Some cum drips out and leaves a trail on the leather seat to where he plops her down. Dean doesn’t care about that, though, can’t possibly care. It’s going to serve as a temporary memento to their late night escapade. He’d like to keep it that way, but he knows he can’t because that would be absolutely weird and disgusting, right? Yeah, right. She’s fucking with his mind to even consider the things he’s thinking, but strangely, Dean’s super okay with it.

He parks in front of her building and takes her things from his trunk. He lets her take his hand to guide him inside, and up the stairs to her apartment.

Y/N toys with the keyhole when she turns around, “Are you staying?”

“Yes,” Dean grins, “Yes, I’m staying.”

Back inside, he can see that she’s already packed as there’s a small carry on bag resting right by the entrance. Well, if he knew that before, but that’s good, so they don’t have to rush in the morning.

Dean’s stomach twists when he thinks about her leaving, even though he tells himself that it’s only for two fucking nights. He managed a whole lifetime without her, two nights should be easy. Should be. Yeah, she’s absolutely fucking with his head because his brain makes him act like a lovesick teenager.

They slip into the shower together and Dean has to make sure to take the cock ring off before he could get hard again and he knows that he will because that has become a common thing around her now.

Y/N takes it out of his hand, rinses it thoroughly and walks out of the bathroom while he discharges the rest of his clothing. He hears the drawer open and close, grins smugly because of course she wants to keep that thing.

Dean soaps her up in the shower and he has to hold himself back from fucking her again. That’s another thing, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with his libido either. It really feels like he’s seven-fucking-teen again and he’s sure that she’ll be the death of him.

She’s finished before him and slips into bed while he brushes his teeth. When he’s finished, he lifts the covers, and she whines with half closed lids at the loss of the warmth that escapes from beneath.

“Sshhh,” He hushes and smiles when she turns on her back and spreads her arm for him.

He lays his head on her chest, searching for her heartbeat, when her hand comes up to stroke his hair. And he likes that, he really does. It’s not just the sex they share. It’s these little moments and gestures of intimacy that makes his heart fill up.

“I don’t wanna go,” Y/N mumbles above him. He can hear her voice vibrating in her chest.

“I know, I don’t want you to go either,” He replies, his hand strokes at her arm, “It’s only two nights, huh?”

“Yeah,”

“We’ll do something fun when you’re back,” He grins because her hand on his scalp stills.

“Do I get to see more rooms?”

“Rooms are closed when you’re back.” He mutters, he knew he forgot to tell her something.

“Why’s that?”

“We’re having a fancy dress party. It was all Claire’s idea and apparently the club is not a dictatorship but a democracy where employees are being heard, they can pitch in their ideas and if they get enough votes, it’s going to happen. I didn’t know what everyone would be playing against me.” Dean nuzzles his face into her chest.

It’s true, they all voted and he and another employee thought it was a little over the top for the season as autumn is a long way to go but apparently, Claire was very persuasive. He bets it’s because she sleeps with the majority of them but what does he know, really.

“Awe, poor baby,” Y/N chuckles and strokes his head some more. The pressure of her nails digging into his scalp is just perfect.

“Yeah,”

“Can I come to the costume party?”

“No,”

“Hey!”

Dean chuckles, “Of course you can. But you have to dress up.”

“Oh, I will,” She’s laughing.

“Nothing too revealing.” He growls.

“Why?”

He lifts his head and looks at her, “Do you really want me to tell you why? I thought you knew.”

She’s grinning. That fucking little minx.

“I know, just really like hearing you say it.”

Dean replicates her grin, moves his hand to brace himself on the mattress and looms over her, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you’re mine and I don’t share what’s mine.” He whispers, lips ghosting over hers.

“I’m yours.” She agrees, tongue wetting her lips and Dean can’t wait anymore, crashes his mouth onto hers.

The kiss grows harder, rougher and he knows that he should stop, even though his mind doesn’t want to. With a last bite to her lips, Dean pushes himself away again and lays next to her, “Now we sleep,” His voice is rough and strained from kissing.

She only pushes out a whiny sound from her throat before she climbs into his arms.

Y/N wakes up to an empty space next to her. She immediately sits up and looks around. Dean’s clothes were gone.

Did he leave her while she slept?

She takes her phone from her nightstand and checks if he left her a message but there’s nothing. The only things she sees is that she still has an hour before she has to leave.

Where did he go?

Already lifting the blanket with the intention of getting out of bed, she hears the key being turned in the lock.

She stills immediately and listens.

There’s the sound of a lock as the door is closed again. Heavy footsteps walk along the hardwood flooring and then, she sees it. She sees him.

Dean’s holding a tray of coffees in his one hand, a bag of something really good smelling in the other.

“Hey,” He greets her and walks into the room, bending down to place a kiss on her forehead, “Thought you could use a coffee before you leave and you really don’t have anything edible here, how do you do it?”

She’s in awe and can’t stop staring at him.

“What?” Dean asks and raises one eyebrow, clearly a little irritated.

“Nothing,” Y/N grins, “Thank you.”

This is new to her. Someone who brings her coffee and food. She doesn’t think she’s ever had anyone do that for her. Not ever. And maybe, she thinks, Rufus is right. Maybe she should keep him.

Dean drives her to the train station, even making the effort to park his car and walk her to the platform. Her hand in his. And she likes that. Likes how he really fucking cares.

He pulls her into an embrace and places a kiss on the top of her head, before he makes her look up to him. Her hands are around his waist.

Dean’s knuckles graze her cheeks, and he smirks a little, “Be good, okay?”

“Always.” She replies and he kisses her forehead, lingering there a little longer than usual, to which she has to chuckle.

“What?” He mumbles, lips moving on her forehead.

“Are you checking my temperature?” Y/N looks up to see Dean blush. She loves when he’s all flustered and shy.

“I have packed something in your bag,” Dean says and she knows it’s a distraction from the question but also what?

“What?”

“Check it once the train leaves,” He winks before bending down to kiss her on the lips and it’s not fair because she couldn’t ask anything anymore, she’s too lost in the kiss.

Dean waits until the train departs and waves one handed while he has the other hand crossed over his chest.

As soon as she’s a safe distance away, she takes her bag, unzips it. Her heart is racing. What did he pack for her?

There’s a colorful box in lilac/orange.

WE VIBE written on it.

She honestly has no idea what it is but the eyes of the woman sitting across from her widen.

Y/N unpacks it, shrieks out and claps her hand over her mouth when she realizes what it is. The woman across is laughing and honestly, she wishes the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

Deciding that she doesn’t want to call him in front of the woman and she doesn’t want to leave her bag alone, she texts Dean instead.

Y/N: Thanks for embarrassing me

The answer comes straight away. He must have known that she would dig into her bag as soon as he was out of sight and was just waiting for her to text him.

D: What?

Y/N: Oh, you know… Just unpacked it unsuspectingly and I was holding a vibrator in my hand while the woman across from me was laughing her ass off.

D: …

She can see the three dots appearing and reappearing a couple of times.

D: Sorry, I think I just snorted coffee out of my nose

Y/N: Serves you right

D: Let me know when you use it. I have an app.

Y/N: What?

D: Yeah, I can control it from here.

Y/N: Oh my god

D: Ah, just call me Dean

Y/N: Bye, Dean

D: Talk to you later, baby

Chapter 24

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itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto · 4 years ago

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Poker and Cigar Night

Authors note: Hello everyone! This is my first time writing Fiction in about ten years, so please be aware, it may not be great! This has been in my drafts for a month or so now, and I finally wrote it as the full thing tonight! Please enjoy!

--- / Italics = Time skip

Notes:

Series 5 slight spoiler and a reference to Brooklyn 99.

Possible triggers: Swearing, smoking (cigarettes), drugs (weed & cocaine) and poker.

Word count: 2K

Another week is almost over at the FBI and the team are all wrapping up the last case, back at Quantico. Y/N sighs, one more statement to type up and she is done. She rubs her temples, and looks at her empty coffee cup, then to her boyfriend Spencer, who is working opposite her and looks just as tired as her. “Would you like another coffee boo?” She asks grabbing her mug and putting her other hand out for Spencer’s.

“Yes please pumpkin.” He replies, kissing her hand meant for the mug which makes her giggle and then he places the mug gently in her hand. Even after dating Spencer for 3 years nearly, Y/N is just both still as in love with Spencer as she was back then. Spencer has always called her ‘Pumpkin’ as she loves Halloween just as much as him, and he will do anything to make her smile, especially as they deal with such awful things at work.

Y/N goes over to the coffee machine, where Penelope and Derek are there kissing. “Come on, not in front of the coffee machine guys.” Y/N groans, pretending the coffee machine has eyes and covers it.

“Not like you and pretty boy haven’t kissed over here whilst waiting for the coffee to brew cupcake.” Morgan chuckles, as Y/N rolls her eyes. She and Derek grew up on the same tough neighbourhood, and are best friends, having always had each-others backs since they were little.

“Do you guys want a cup or are you going to continue snogging?” Y/N asks topping up her mug keeping it black and adding an unhealthy amount of sugar for her sugar loving boyfriend.

“Yes please!” Penelope says, handing you her cactus mug and Derek’s mug which you top up.

“Before I forget to tell you, Rossi is hosting his monthly poker and cigar night tomorrow, are you and pretty boy coming?” Derek asks taking a sip of his coffee.

“Can you bring a dessert if you come? I have a craving for your cheesecake.” Penelope says to you, as she sips her coffee. Everyone loves these nights, it is a chance for you all to un-wind, get drunk and stay in Rossi’s mansion. Last time Emily brought some cocaine and you all got a bit giggly.

“I’m in.” You smile, “I’ll see what Spencer is doing but as far as I’m aware, he has no plans.” You grab yours and Spencer’s mugs again, and Spencer’s desk. “Boo, Rossi is holding another poker night tomorrow, are you in? I’m going, and I’ll be making a cheesecake.” You say, putting Spencer’s mug down at his desk, noticing he changed his background (or asked Penelope to do it) to a photo of you and him on Halloween nearly 3 years ago, the same day he asked you to be his girlfriend. The photo always makes you smile, because you are both such goofs for Halloween.

Spencer adjusts his crutches by his desk, so they don’t fall on you as you sit on the edge of his desk, and sips his coffee. “Sure.” He smiles as you give Derek a thumbs up, “Would you like to stay over tonight pumpkin? I don’t like being alone in my apartment at the moment, especially after being shot.” Spencer says to you, with puppy eyes.

“Of course, boo.” You yawn and take a long sip of your coffee. Spencer kisses your hand again, as you giggle looking down at your converse.

“How many statements do you have left pumpkin?” Spencer asks. “Just one, plus a German statement translation for Rossi.” You smile, you are nowhere near as clever as Spencer, but you do speak 10 languages fluently.

Hotch walks over. “Are you going tomorrow Hotch?” You ask him, getting up from Spencer’s desk, as Hotch nods, “Of course Y/N.” He smiles at you. For some reason, Hotch only seems to smile at you, and it is clear you are his favourite.

“Ah, wonderful! I shall make pasta for all and I hope it’s lemon cheesecake Y/N.” Rossi winks at you.

At Spencer’s apartment the following evening…

“There.” You smile, adjusting Spencer’s tie. “All handsome.” As you go on your tip toes to kiss Spencer on the lips, which Spencer returns.

“You look stunning Y/N, I can’t believe you are all mine.” He smiles even wider. Whilst dating Spencer, you wore make up and he always told you that you looked beautiful without it, and for nearly 3 years now, you haven’t worn it since. “Are you nearly ready pumpkin?” Spencer asks you, as you nod booping his nose, and go back to putting your hoop earrings in.

15 minutes later, you get in the car Rossi sent for you holding Spencer’s hand with one, and the cheesecake with the other. The driver puts your bags with spare clothes and pyjamas for you both in the boot.

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After half an hour, you arrive at Rossi’s mansion. “I’ll never tire of how big it is.” You say, holding Spencer’s hand. “Title of your sex tape.” Spencer smirks at you, making you blush slightly. “You’re such a fucking dork. I mean the mansion.” You say, giggling at the Brooklyn 99 reference, which is one of your favourite shows to watch together. You walk to the door slowly as Spencer says, “I am your fucking dork.” and uses his cane to ring the bell.

“Ah, there you cuties are!” Penelope says, as she opens the door with JJ.

“She brought pudding!” JJ smiles taking the cheesecake off you to put in the fridge.

“I also brought him. He says he is a pretty boy, so I said he can come.” You smile as Spencer blushes and nuzzles his head into your shoulder as you walk into the mansion.

“What would you like to drink boo?” You ask Spencer, helping him sit down.

“I have beer, wine and fruit cocktails.” Rossi says pouring a glass of wine for himself.

“Whatever you’re having pumpkin.” Spencer says, putting his crutches next to him as you nod, and take a beer for you both, handing one to him.

The night progresses, and Rossi knocks it out the park, as usual with a fantastic pasta dish. “Grazie Rossi.” You say as he hands out your cheesecake, as everyone tucks in immediately.

“This cheesecake is so good Y/N.” Penelope says as she licks her plate.

“Shit me it’s good.” Emily says taking another slice.

“I got to lick the bowl when she made me one yesterday, for recipe testing purposes.” Spencer says, squeezing your hand gently.

“You’re so lucky kid. A fine woman and one that makes desserts.” Derek says

“I know.” Spencer smiles, nodding as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m right here chocolate thunder. I can hear you.” Penelope says glaring at Derek.

“Poker time everyone.” Rossi says as he hands out the cards.

Two games have gone by, and Spencer has won them both. You’re all getting pretty drunk now too, as the alcohol keeps flowing. “Y/N, please don’t let Spencer win the third game.” Aaron says, in a typical Dad tone.

“Sir, I cannot control my pretty boy.” Y/N says as seriously as she can without giggling.

“Except in bed.” A drunk Spencer whispers in your ear, making you blush.

By the third game…

“Oh fuck yes, come to Mama.” You smile, as you finally win a game and take your winnings as everyone groans.

“I think that calls for a cigar.” Rossi says, “Boys, let’s go over to the tree and leave the ladies alone for a bit. Ladies, my staff will bring you over cigars.” He informs.

“Oh good, I can get these out now.” Emily says getting some joints out.

“I’ll take some of those for evidence.” Aaron says taking a couple.

“Evidence? Suuureee.” JJ slurs making you all giggle.

By the tree…

“I can’t believe I have been with Y/N for nearly three years now.” Spencer says as he lights his cigar, passing the lighter to Derek.

“Thanks kid.” Derek says lighting up. “That means I have been with baby girl for nearly 7.” He says trying to work it out in his head.

“Take it from me Derek, always remember.” Aaron says as he takes a puff from his cigar.

Rossi nods in agreement, “You love her don’t you, kid?” He asks Spencer who is staring at you from the tree.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be walking as well as I am if it wasn’t for Y/N. She’s been to all of my appointments and therapy with me.” Spencer smiles and lets out a puff of smoke from his cigar.

The guys continue chatting meanwhile, at the girls table…

“I always feel like I am back working at a Gentleman’s club when I have a cigar.” Y/N says, remembering back to when she worked at one in her late teenage years.

“I feel fancy as fuck.” Penelope says finishing off her glass of wine and pours everyone another glass.

“You are fancy as fuck.” You, JJ and Emily somehow all manage to say at the same time, before laughing.

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“They are clearly having too much fun over there. We should go back.” Hotch says, hearing the girls laugh at yet another joke.

“Yeah, the joints are out now.” Derek says

“Last time Y/N was stoned she wrote a poem about why she loved me and told it to me in Russian. I still have it somewhere.” Spencer says, laughing at the memory of the last Poker night you all had. “Isn’t that right pumpkin?” He asks wrapping his arm around your waist, as you giggle.

“Yeah. I don’t know what you said, but yeah. Totally remember.” You say as you pass the joint to him, which he takes a puff of and sits back in his chair and invites you to sit on his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you boo.” You say to Spencer.

“You won’t pumpkin. I promise.” Spencer says softly, as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“What a fun night this has been.” Aaron says, as he sips his whiskey.

“Did you use a positive word Hooch?!” Penelope says, sipping a cocktail and putting the umbrella from it in Aaron’s hair.

“Yes, I did.” Aaron says glaring at you, as you take a photo before Aaron notices it’s there.

“I’m so glad this case is over. We all needed this to unwind. Thank you Rossi.” You say to him

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Rossi smiles as he pours himself another whiskey.

You light up a cigarette and snuggle into Spencer’s arms as you are a bit cold. “Aw, you cold pumpkin?” Spencer asks you, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders as you shudder.

“Can I take one pumpkin? I left my cigarettes in my work jacket.” Spencer asks you.

“You don’t need to ask boo.” You insist and hand him one with your lighter.

An hour later, you all call it a night, and take a guest room each.

“That was such a lovely evening.” You say to Spencer as you get out of your dress, and into your pyjamas.

“It was pumpkin.” Spencer says as he takes his mis-matched socks off and gets into bed, opening his arms for you to cuddle into.

You cuddle into Spencer’s arms, “I love you Spence.” You smile looking up at him.

Spencer kisses your nose and smiles, “I love you too Y/N.” He smiles before biting his lip.

“What is it boo?” You ask, noticing him bite his lip, a sign of him being nervous about something that is on his mind.

“I was just thinking... It’s ok if you don’t want to. I’ve really appreciated you staying with me whilst my knee recovers, helping me shower, go to all of my appointments, see my Mum with me or on my behalf, helping me get ready, being a fucking amazing girlfriend...” Spencer began. “Would you like to move in with me?” He asks

“I’d love to boo.” You smile up at him. “Goodnight.” You say kissing his lips.

“Goodnight pumpkin.” Spencer smiles returning the kiss. “How did I get so lucky?” He thought to himself, as you both went to sleep.

Taglist: @pumpkin-goob @hopebaker @aperrywilliams

*Part 2 coming soon!*

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minjuwrites · 4 years ago

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Waves

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! It’s been a bit, I was a little preoccupied with life but, I'm back to writing! I just want to say thank you for the likes and comments on my last post, it meant the world to me that people took the time to read what I posted! I said I had Jungkook fic on the way but It’s pretty lengthy and heavy so I'm still working on it! But, in celebration of August-D2 heres a little angst fic of Yoongi. I tend to write angst a lot because it's super emotional and I feel like I write a little better haha! Stay safe and enjoy!

Yoongi x reader (established relationship), Jungkook x reader (best friends)

Words Count: 4162

WARNINGS: drinking, drinking and driving, death, swearing, self inflicted injuries, blood and grief!

*Please do not read if the thought of death is triggering*

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A scream rings throughout the apartment as another glass cup is smashed on the wood floor. He tries again, yelling, but it brings him no satisfaction. The pain is still there, swallowing him with every passing moment. Running his hands through his hair his eyes land on the strategically placed picture frames on the coffee table, the emotions they bring burn him to the core. Stumbling over he grabs one of the frames looking at the picture. He runs his thumb over your smiling face. Your arm was wrapped around him as he planted a kiss on your cheek. Failing to stifle the whimper that escapes from his mouth he throws the frame to the ground in one fluid motion. Not even seconds pass before the rest of the frames are recklessly thrown around the apartment, the glass shards spraying across the floor. He doesn’t realize when he starts crying, but when he grabs the last frame he takes a second to look at the picture. His eyes blur the image but, he can tell it was the most recent picture of you two. Jungkook took it when everyone was out, your head was resting on his shoulder as you slept, Yoongi just stared with eyes of adoration. The memory floods back to him; you were so tired from work but, after the pleas from the rest of the boys you decided to go out. It was short lived as you only lasted about an hour before passing out on Yoongi. He didn’t mind it one bit though, as he got to see your sleeping face he loved so much. He swears his heart skips a million beats seeing the way your eyebrows knit and the snores that leave your slightly open lips. His knuckles turn white from how harshly he clutches the frame, he tries to throw it but halfway through his arm goes limp and he drops to his knees. Hugging the picture to his chest, he lets the loud sobs wrack his body. He's sinking and sinking, begging for a life raft in a sea of his own misery. The waves crash over him right before he can reach for air and the sobs continue. His chest hurts, his brain hurts yet he feels so utterly numb. He’s so weak he allows his body to lay against the floor, he gives up trying and lets the waves come take him away. The glass against the floors reminds him of the accident and he curls into a ball like a scared child.

“Please,” he buries the picture deeper into his chest. “Bring her back to me, please.”

He didn’t care how pathetic he seemed, he was weak and broken. He didn’t care if his friends knew, he didn’t care if his family knew and he certainly didn’t care if his neighbors knew.

The alcohol churns in his stomach and a part of him tries to get up before he vomits but, the other part is too overcome with emotions to even move. Eventually, he bolts up and runs to the bathroom purging all the alcohol and little food in his system. With a heave he goes to the sink rinsing his face and mouth. His eyes catch himself in the mirror and he can’t help but stare. His eyes are bloodshot and the cuts are still healing. The bruising around his eye and cheek are turning a yellow hue signaling the healing. In an instant he is disgusted.

“Your fault,” he slurs out, gripping the edges of the sink taking a deeper look at himself. “You should have been paying attention.”

His eyes narrow and grow fierce as he winds his fist back. “You killed her!”

The sound of glass crunching fills the space and for one moment, one single moment the world is silent. As he pulls his now bloody fist back the shattered shards break off and make a clink as they fall to the ground. Exhaustion fills every crevice of his body and he drags himself to your once shared bedroom. It’s the first time he's been in it since being discharged. His heart aches as he climbs on the bed tucking himself in. The injury on his hand goes untreated, too uninterested to even wrap the bloody knuckles. He stays on his side, as he reaches for your pillow. It smells like you, and he's burying his nose in the fabric inhaling the scent. It brings a strange comfort and he finds himself sobbing again. His tired mind and body finally slip out of consciousness as the last thought in his head is you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 Days Ago

“Yoongi-ah!” you giggle wrapping an arm around his neck before giving a peck on his cheek. You are stupidly in love but, so is he. He knows you’re the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he’s been carrying the box in his pocket for so long, yet he's too nervous to ask the question.

“Yes?” he gives a gummy smile as your tipsy state.

“Kookie is being a little brat,” you pout. “He keeps challenging me to drinking games.” Yoongi turns his head to a chuckling Jungkook and raises a brow. “Is he now?”

“She started it, hyung!” He whines.

Plopping yourself on Yoogni’s lap you stick your tongue out at the younger boy. Yoongi automatically wraps his arms around your waist, smiling at the two of you's child-like behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drink with us? We can always call a cab.” You stare at him with puppy eyes.

Yoongi nods his head and tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m okay, I like watching you have fun, I don’t need to drink to have fun.”

You smile before kissing him on the cheek.

“I would say ew but, you guys are fucking adorable.” Jungkook smiles before pouting. “When am I gonna meet someone?”

You smile before leaning over to flick the younger boy's forehead.

“Don’t worry, Kookie! I got my eyes open for her.” You smile.

The three of you continue to have fun at the bar, the night is filled with drinking (minus Yoongi who sipped on his sprite), dancing and awful jokes that probably only made sense to the three of you. After a couple of hours the alcohol fills you with a tired feeling and you lean your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Tired.” Is all you get out causing Yoongi to laugh.

“Wanna go home?”

You nod your head child-like before Yoongi searches the bar for Jungkook. As if right on cue, jungkook makes his way over with a water in his hand.

“We are gonna head out, Y/N is about to pass out at the booth here.” Yoongi smiles.

“Me too,” the younger boy slurs. “I'll head out with you guys I’m gonna call a cab.”

Yoongi nods before wrapping an arm around you for support. “You sure you don’t want a ride?”

“Nah, I’m okay it would be out of the way for you guys anyways.” Jungkook states.

The three of you all headed out the door, you told Yoongi (as wasted as you were) that you wanted to make sure Jungkook got in the cab safe so you all waited for the arrival.

As you wait the sound of booming laughter bursts through the door as two clearly drunk men come stumbling out. Their slurred words are unintelligible as they shout loudly over one another. The two make their way to a black SUV before hopping inside and speeding off. The sound of the tires screeching causes Jungkook to wince while you all watch with concerned faces.

“God damn,” Jungkook mumbles. “You guys be careful, yeah? Those idiots are seriously gonna get someone killed.”

You and Yoongi agree. “I hope they get home safe…” you whisper.

Shortly after a white cab rolls up and Jungkook pulls you two into a hug.

“Goodnight love birds! Y/N I will be at your house tomorrow with plenty of advil and greasy food.” He gives you a wink before skipping to the car.

The two of you wave off JUngkook as the cab drives out of the lot and down the road.

“Are you doing alright?” Yoongi asks.

“Mhm,” you smile. “I’m perfectly great when I’m with you.”

Yoongi flashes his teeth before gently pulling you to the car. He opens the passenger door gently placing you inside making sure to tuck your feet under the dashboard and fasten your seatbelt. He takes a second after he's finished to admire you.

“You’re so cute.” He reaches over and boops your nose releasing you into a fit of giggles.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah.” He answers.

“I love you.” You smile up at him.

His heart skips before he captures your lips in a kiss, cradling your jawline. “I love you too.”

No matter how many times you say the words to each other, butterflies fill your stomach everytime.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

Yoongi closes the door and climbs into the drivers side. Starting the car up with ease he pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way back home. Feeling a bit tired he turns the music on tuning the radio to find the perfect station. As he finds the perfect one he pulls to an intersection stepping on the brakes for the red light. The streets are completely dead, it made sense considering it was almost 3am.

“Yoongs? You spoke so quietly Yoongi barely heard you.

“Yes?” He reaches over smoothing down your hair.

He could see the sleep in your eyes and he started to become impatient with the light.

“You know you are my soulmate?”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled as he continued to stroke your hair. “You know you are MY soulmate?”

You peer up at him with a goofy smile. “I mean it, I can’t picture my life with anyone else. You make me happy and feel so… me.”

He can see the sincerity in your eyes, that's when he makes the decision. Tomorrow is the day he pops the question, no more pussying out.

“I can’t either, I feel like I'm on cloud 9 when I'm with you. I can’t imagine a life without you.”

You close your eyes as your lips tug upwards.

“Sleep, i'll wake you up when we are home.” He leans over placing a kiss on your forehead.

The light turns green and Yoongi carefully drives in order to not wake you up. He tries to avoid all the bumps in the road but it gets a little difficult as he reaches an area with less streetlights.

“You know, I’m gonna ask you to marry me.” Yoongi looks at the road.

As he begins to reach towards the intersection closer to your house he hears your voice.

“About time.” He hears you mumble.

He's about to laugh before everything goes in slow motion.

He almost doesn’t notice it at first, the car is a black SUV. The headlights are off but he can hear the too late screeching of the breaks as the car launches on your side. It’s so painfully slow yet his body can’t move fast enough. The sound of metal against metal fills his ears as he feels the car spiral before losing balance. The closest thing Yoongi can describe the feeling is like being on a roller coaster. As the car flips over Yoongi feels his head hit the side of the door. It doesn’t hurt but, nothing seems to register besides the sound of glass breaking. He doesn’t remember when his eyes shut but, when he opens them all the pain rushes through his body.

“Fuck.” He coughs out.

Everything is blurry and one of his eyes can barely open. He sits upright, finally piecing together the scene.

“Y/N?” He asks, trying to push himself upright with a grunt.

When you don’t answer the panic fills his chest, despite how much his body screams at him to sit still he turns his aching neck to your direction. The sight makes his blood run cold as he gasps out.

“Y/N?!” He tries to reach for you but his seatbelt constricts him.

He moves slowly only fueling into his panic and frustration. He tries unbuckling the seat belt but it's stuck. He cries calling out your name struggling the best he can to pull the belt off and get to you. He finally stops pulling to look at you again, taking in all the damage. Your side of the car in crushed, broken glass pierces your skin and your body lays in an abnormal position. Your eyes are slightly open as blood trickles out of your mouth. Yoongi panics waiting for the sight of your chest to fall and rise but nothing comes.

“No, no, no, no,” Yoongi whimpers as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back. “Please god, no.”

The sound of sirens ring in the background, they are close. Yoongi perks up at the sound before screaming and yanking the seatbelt in different ways eventually getting it to let go of his grasp on him.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, the ambulance is here they are gonna get you fixed up. Just hang in there.” Yoongi cradles your limp head ignoring the way you mold too easily to his touch.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up, please I just need you to-” he breaks down as the emergency cars pull up to the scene.

“I need you to wake up, I need you,” He can barely form sentences as he's gasping for breath. You aren’t breathing and you aren't moving.

He screams and yells as the EMTs rush to him picking him up and placing him on the stretcher. His body doesn’t let him escape as they work on him. The sounds of radios and bustling people are all too much for him.

He begs them to get you as they slip the oxygen mask around his head loading him into the ambulance. They try their best to calm Yoongi down but he's hysterical. He waits for them to load you inside the vehicle but they quickly speed off despite Yoongi’s protests. Panic fills his chest until the last thing he sees is black.

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2 Weeks Later

He runs his fingers against the smooth wood of the casket. You look so peaceful laying there with a head against the pillow. They covered the cuts with makeup, they almost look invisible.

“Hey,” Yoongi starts with a cracking voice. “You look so beautiful.”

He takes his hand caressing your cold cheek before letting it fall to his side.

“Ever since I met you I knew you were the one, falling in love with you was so easy, everything with you felt so natural yet, no matter how many years passed you always made my heart leap. There's no one else like you, I don’t think there ever will be.” He smiles before reaching into his chest pocket pulling out the ring that had waited so long to be placed on your delicate finger. “It’s always gonna be you. I've been wanting to do this for so long.”

Gently taking your hand he slips the ring on your finger rubbing over it for a moment before placing your hand back in its original position.

“I love you.” He croaks. “I wish I could have been able to hear your answer.”

“She would have said yes.” A voice rings out causing Yoongi to turn to the sound.

Jungkook makes his way over to the casket, his black suit is pressed and clean not quite matching his now long fluffy hair. As he gets closer, Yoongi can see how red and irritated his eyes are, the bags rest under showing the emotional tow he was experiencing.

“She always would tell me, if you didn’t ask her soon she was about to pop the question herself.” He smiles at Yoongi with sad eyes. “I've never seen two people so in love, you guys were perfect, I know she would have said yes.”

Yoongi nods as the tears slip from his face. “I miss her.”

Jungkook pulls the older boy into a hug before letting the tears slip from his own eyes. “I do too, hyung.”

Not too long after the service begins, not once does Jungkook leave Yoongi’s side. The other boys stay nearby doing their part in helping set up and take down the setup. They are careful around the other two, making sure to give them the space they need. Everyone in the room was hurting, they were all dealing with it in their own ways. Everyone says their speeches, lastly Yoongi goes up to the podium as all eyes land on him. Clearing his throat he scans the crowd.

“Y/N was one of the kindest souls I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. With her, every obstacle and bad day was easier. She was the light of everyone's life.” The crowd's faces became blurred and he felt so vulnerable. None of the words he could say would ever compare to who you were as a person. “I know we are all feeling lost without her here but, I know she will always be a part of us. I hope she's watching us, with her beautiful smile and leading us down the right path. Even in death she brings us together.”

The crowd smiles, knowing you and how you are.

“As we mourn the loss of a daughter, a best friend,” Yoongi looks at your grieving parents before turning his attention to Jungkook, he swallows before speaking again, turning his eyes to your figure. “And a soulmate. Let us use this time to support and care for each other like Y/N would have wanted.”

Yoongi walks back to his seat and sits down watching as everyone begins to get up one by one saying their final goodbyes.

It seems to be going too fast now, everyone is on their way to the burial site. Flowers cover the sleek mahogany casket hovering above the deep hole that awaits your final resting place. As everyone gathers around the sound of the machine whirling makes Yoongi close his eyes. He wants to watch you for one last time but, the thought of you lowering to the ground causes his heart to shatter. With his eyes closed he can hear the cries of your family, especially your parents. It's too much but he remains in his spot forcing himself to open his eyes just as your casket disappears from his line of vision. Despite being older Yoongi has to look up at Jungkook’s face. He holds his head steady as the tears stream down his cheeks. This time, Yoongi puts on the brave face patting Jungkook on the back letting him know it's okay to cry. And that's all it takes for him to break down. As the others soon begin to drift back one by one back to their cars the two boys and your immediate family remain wanting to be with you for a little longer.

Yoongi looks towards your grieving parents, he hasn’t spoken with them outside planning the funeral arrangements. The guilt always ate at him, he was worried about what they would say or think of him. Deciding it was now or never Yoongi made his way towards the pair. The sight of the two caused a pang in his chest, your mother's mascara was smeared and messy from hours of crying, your father looked like he hasn't slept in days.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I just wanted to say-.” Before Yoongi can finish, your mother wraps him in a hug, your father joining in shortly after.

“You gave my child so much happiness, I have never seen them glow so much after you two started dating. They always talked about you, and especially how much they loved you. I can see you are blaming yourself but, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could do.” Your mother's words spoke as she continued to cling to Yoogi.

Still in shock, he hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around your parents. The heaviness that held him down seemed lighter and a rush of emotion flooded his body. He was a mess, as the three of them held onto each other, sharing the grief.

After a while everyone had left except for Yoongi and Jungkook. The two sat next to you on the soft green grass. The air had a chill as the sun began to set on the two of them. They didn’t say much, as they simply enjoyed each other's company as they thought about fond memories involving you.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi humms showing that he's listening.

“Do you really think Y/N is watching over us?”

Yoongi knows you are, you always cared so deeply for everyone you met. He knew even in the afterlife you would take care of everyone as well.

“Yeah, I really do.” He smiles leaning on his elbows.

Jungkook lets out a sound of satisfaction before copying Yoongi’s movements. The two boys continue to soak up the refreshing air, and for a moment, it feels like you are there with them.

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10 Years Later

Yoongi wears the same suit as the day of your funeral, bright and colorful decorations and flowers cover your grave from the previous visitors. With a sigh he stands up brushing the grass that clung to the fabric.

“Uncle Yoongi!”

Turning around Yoongi smiles fondly before the little girl runs into his arms. Wrapping her in a bear hug he spins the two of them around as the sound of adorable giggles fills the space.

“Aiya-Y/N!” Jungkook calls running towards the two out of breath. “Don’t run off like that.”

Yoongi and Y/N giggle at the disheveled man. Jungkook’s wife, Seo-Yun, follows behind with a wide smile.

Placing Y/N down Yoongi hugs Jungkook and Seo-Yun and begins catching up. It doesn’t take long, Yoongi is a regular visitor and Y/N’s favorite uncle. After your death Yoongi and Jungkook became even closer, heavily leaning on each other for support. As things started to return to normal Jungkook met Seo-Yun at a cafe, it was love at first sight. Jungkook believes that it was you that led him to her, just like he introduced you to Yoongi. The two got married after a year and another year later they found out they were expecting. It was a total shock and surprise but, nonetheless everyone welcomed the baby girl with open arms. Naming her after you was Jungkook's idea, he hoped that she would grow up to be a good person like you were, the idea touched Yoongi. Yoongi adored the little one, after your death he never felt the want or need to see anyone else, he had his whole life planned out with you, the thought of that with someone else didn’t sit right with him. To him, Y/N was like his own child, a mini you just like he wished to have.

“Uncle Yoongi, look what I made for aunty Y/N!” She pulls out a drawing from her pocket, taped to it are white flowers that Yoongi could tell grew in their backyard.

Yoongi takes the picture smiling fondly at the image, although the drawing is limited to mostly stick people he can tell it's all of them holding hands on a little green hill. He can tell which one is you by the little angel wings and halo. Although Y/N never got to meet you, Yoongi never missed a moment to talk about you with her. Before she would go to bed she always demanded to hear a story about ‘aunty Y/N’ and Yoongi would tell her all the best memories with you and remind her that you were always watching over her.

“Wow,” Yoongi smiles kneeling down to get at level with Y/N. “You know aunty Y/N would have loved this.”

The girl giggles before saying a little thank you.

Jungkook makes his way over placing the vase of flowers in his hands in front of the stone. Brushing off imaginary dust from the grave he smiles before bowing on his knees. “Thank you, for always watching over us.”

Yoongi smiles at the sight as he pats Y/N’s head.

“Here aunty!” Y/N leans her drawing against the stone.

Seo-Yun and Jungkook set up the little picnic while Yoongi and Y/N played games on the grass. Soon they all gather together each taking a place on the blanket. They leave a plate of your favorite food out as a tradition. The four of them talk until the sun begins to set, soon there's a sense of peace in the atmosphere and everyone stays for a little longer with the memory of you in their heads.

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ladyfawkes · 4 years ago

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This work originally written for Rapunzel Appreciation Week, Day Two prompt of “Sunshine”. Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tangled (2010), Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Word count: 2443 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel Characters: Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider Additional Tags: Sexy Times, Short One Shot, Fluff and Mush Summary:

It's Corona's worst thunderstorm in literal years, and it's currently pouring buckets outside. As Captain Fitzherbert arrives back at the palace from his daily morning rounds, he is told by his new wife that the rest of the day is theirs to have.....Court had been canceled as they couldn't have people waiting outside in the rain.

Eugene cannot wait!!! He and Rapunzel's duties had amped up exponentially since they'd come home from their epic 3-month honeymoon. During the past 4 months, they'd barely had any intimate time together at all.

What, exactly, does his sweet wife have in mind? Two words: PILLOW FORT!!!!! Full fic included under the jump.

The day had dawned dark and rainy, that in itself being unusual for Corona. Naturally, Rapunzel always had particular worry for Corona’s guards now that her new husband had been made Captain nearly a year ago. What made this particular storm more dangerous is that it was a thunderstorm. And having a thunderstorm as close to the water as Corona meant it was bound to have more than its fair share of lightning. The guards were always in far more danger during a thunderstorm than the average Coronan citizen, given that they wore so much metal; metal armor, metal helmets, and had metal weaponry. By 10AM, Court had been canceled for the day when it became apparent that the rain wasn’t going to stop and it simply wasn’t safe for the people to queue up outside. Eugene never missed his patrols, though. Rain or shine, light or dark, he was there -- reliable as clockwork. He shocked a lot of people with just how smoothly he slipped into and assumed his new role as Captain. That’s not to say he didn’t also have his fill of trifle, finicky, and annoying minutiae about being Captain. The Guard had just recently brought on dozens of new recruits. About half the current guard contingent was due to age out in the next few years and Eugene saw this as the perfect opportunity to give the entire system a much needed overhaul. After Rapunzel had been crowned queen, she naturally gave Eugene her blessing with anything and everything he needed. And although training never went as smoothly as he hoped, Eugene had never stopped coming up with ways to become more efficient, faster, better, stronger. And Eugene never expected more from anybody than he expected of himself. Considering Rapunzel’s amped up queen duties in combination with Eugene’s amped up Captain duties, they had seen precious little of each other since their spectacular three-month honeymoon. Neither one of them had found time just yet to have trained a proper assistant or protégé, so until they could find a proper rhythm and people who could reasonably run the show when they needed to step away, they were the sole persons responsible for their respective occupations. Rapunzel was quite lucky that her father was still willing to step in during a pinch. Eugene had no such luxury, however. He’d been having a devil of a time finding a willing and able second-in-command. As such, he hadn’t really had much of a break since they’d returned from their honeymoon. Not that he’d complain too much to her. He was just being his same loving self with Rapunzel, during the small times they actually did get to be with each other, giving 80-85% of the conversation time to his ‘darling wifey’ and all of her concerns and worries. Eugene stepped into the castle foyer around 10:30 AM with a flourish, saying, “Whew!! It’s certainly been a soaking wet morning!!” If anybody deserved a respite right now, it was her hard-working dripping wet husband. He removed his bicorne hat and poured the rain off of it back outside before allowing the servants to close the doors behind him. The Captain had been absolutely drenched, gratefully allowing the footmen to take his hat, cloak, coat, and his riding boots and stockings; then he slipped on an offered dressing gown and into some warm slippers. “Thank you, everyone!” said Eugene, who was clearly relieved to have their care and attention. Then Rapunzel was present to hand him a warm towel so he could dry his hands, face, and hair. She noticed in particular the rivulet that ran down Eugene’s perfect nose; its slope was just right for its own tiny waterfall whenever liquid streamed down his face. Eugene was now speaking into the towel about the goings-on of his morning as he mopped up his face. “Ah!” he said as he put a still-damp arm over Rapunzel’s shoulders, “that’s more like it!” Rapunzel next handed him a steaming cup of tea which he also accepted gratefully. He and Rapunzel walked toward their bedroom suite. So hypnotized by Eugene’s nose was Rapunzel, that after he finished taking a sip of tea, she had reached right over and booped his nose. As he was mid-sentence and her gesture was completely unexpected, Eugene stopped in his tracks and turned to gaze at her with a quizzical smile on his face. “Now what was that all about?” Rapunzel grinned cheesily and mysteriously replied, “Hmmm….I guess you’ll just have to see!” and then she skipped a little down the corridor, emitting a high-pitched giggle, with a very amused and intrigued Eugene in tow. Rapunzel may have been a queen and his wife by now, but she was still so charmingly….herself. When they got to the suite, he could see some changes had been made in his absence.Their huge bed and nearly all of the furniture in the room had been shifted over closer to the giant fireplace to better avail themselves of its warmth. Just about every inch of furniture had been draped in some type of sheet, duvet, or comforter. The corners had been weighted down by heavy cushions, poufs, and pillows. “What’s all this for?” Eugene asked in wonderment. Tall standing candelabras also circled the outside, lighted wicks casting the otherwise storm-darkened room in a soft rosy glow. Rapunzel excitedly lifted up one side of the bed-blanket bungalow she’d created and let him see inside. It was a rather impressive space, if she said so herself, and she wanted to rattle off to Eugene how she’d engineered it to make sure the center wouldn’t fall in while they were inside, but that would require explaining lots of math with which Eugene was not familiar. Point being….she was proud of it, and her grin showed this pride even more with the way Eugene was looking around at it all. “On rainy days, Pascal and I used to make pillow forts next to the fireplace. It was so very drafty in the--t--uh, the old place, with only that one small fire in a huge fireplace, and Pascal and I would have to make the fire wood last for insanely lengthy amounts of time.” The word ‘tower’ had basically become a taboo word in their personal lexicon, so they did their best to avoid saying it. “So this is a pillow fort, eh?” said Eugene, his smile getting larger and larger as he looked at the pillows and cushions bunched around inside the blanketed big top. Just outside the entrance lay platters of hot tea, hot cider, and their respective favorite snack foods and sweets. Eugene reached over and snagged a cupcake piled high with blue and pink swirled icing and a cherry in the center. Rapunzel nodded excitedly. Even now, going on four years later, she and Eugene were still having fun sharing with one another the various things they’d each missed out on due to their respective limited childhoods. “I’ve heard of these things,” Eugene said, a huge grin across his features, “I’ve just...never seen them. We never had pillows and almost never had blankets at the orphanage.” Of course, Rapunzel had known this….and that’s why she thought it would be the perfect rainy day to show Eugene that you could just as easily huddle together for fun during inclement weather rather than merely out of necessity or desperation. Eugene despised heavy rain almost as much as he hated snow. So Rapunzel was determined to make this a great indoors day he’d never forget. “I only have one question,” said Rapunzel, her hand hovering over the tie of his dressing gown. Eugene’s look of boyish wonder switched instantly to one of the intrigued fox….. “Ask,” he replied, an arching eyebrow disappearing under his still-damp hair. “Do you want to shower together now or after, ah, tea time?” inquired Rapunzel. “‘Tea time’, huh?” echoed Eugene, a grin threatening to erupt across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” he teased. Rapunzel playfully slugged him and coyly turned away, saying, “Maybe…” Eugene considered for real this time, “Well, I’ve got to go back out on patrols in three-ish hours so…” he stopped when he saw Rapunzel shaking her head. “...no?” “I’ve instructed Nigel and Max to cancel all of your duties -- and mine -- for the rest of the day. They were only too happy to agree. Apparently, uh, your men have been complaining endlessly to them about how you’ve turned into a complete grouch recently.” Eugene smacked his forehead. “And here I thought I was doing well covering for it.” “Turns out the whole palace knows that despite our best efforts, our new respective duties have pulled us away from one another too much lately. When Faith and Nigel saw what I was wanting to do with the furniture in here…..and how I’d ordered our schedules cleared, welllllll…” “Say no more,” said Eugene, as he set down his empty tea cup and as-yet-untouched cupcake. By the time Rapunzel had turned around to face him again, he had stripped down completely and was now standing next to what was left of his soaking wet clothes. Rapunzel bit back on the giggle she felt, upon seeing how quickly Eugene had availed himself to her, once he learned they could just play the rest of the day. It was just so darn adorable seeing him standing there, buck naked, now sporting his most eager puppy-eyed face. He had clearly missed her even more than she had missed him and thus required zero encouragement. But she was still gonna make this even more fun nonetheless….. Rapunzel donned her doe-eyed sexy face and slowly sauntered up to him, reached around his back, and oh-so-lightly dragged her middle fingertip up Eugene’s spine. The whole time, she still held his gaze. He shivered and his nipples instantly hardened more than they already were. Rapunzel then slowly continued following the line past his spine, just as lightly following the line between his cheeks with her pinky. Eugene inhaled deeply as his adept wife carefully built his anticipation...as well as his erection. He reached out to undress her…..yet she danced out of the way. “Ah, ah,” she admonished playfully, “not yet!” She reached for the table behind him and grabbed the cupcake he’d chosen earlier, again darting out of his considerable reach as he tried to catch her. Rapunzel carefully pulled out the cupcake paper, broke off a small piece of cupcake, and said, “As long as you promise to behave, I’ll share some cupcake with you,” she said coyly. Eugene pretended to pout for a time but Rapunzel held firm, slowly feeding small morsels of cupcake to herself as they spoke, enrapturing him even further. It didn’t take long before Eugene caved again….anything to get her closer to him….. Then Rapunzel fed the cupcake to Eugene and as she did, she “slipped” and smeared some of the pastel frosting across his face. “Oopsie!” she demurred, biting the side of her lip, and blinking her long eyelashes up at him. He smirked…..and suddenly grabbed Rapunzel’s right hand, saying, “Here, let me help you with that,” and proceeded to artfully lick the cupcake-and-icing-coated fingers of her right hand. Eugene carefully started with both tips of her first and second fingers, lightly massaging his tongue back and forth between them, ending with a swirling motion and light suction, and nibbling at the web between her two fingers. It was such a perfect simulation of what he’d done with her on their wedding night that she nearly abandoned her plans right there. But!! She was determined to see this through….in the best way, of course. Eugene stood back, complete with Cheshire grin in all his nude glory, prepared to playfully gloat over how easily he’d caused Rapunzel to lose her composure. “Now,” his wife said, “it’s my turn to assist you,” she insisted, and she abruptly threw her arms around Eugene’s neck. Instantly, he threw out his arms to catch her as she leapt off the floor and would’ve pulled them both to the tile, had it not been for Eugene’s quick reflexes. “Whoa!!” he exclaimed. Now situated right where she’d planned, Rapunzel turned toward Eugene, and proceeded to carefully lick off the icing she’d smeared on his face. “You little cheater!” he exclaimed with delight, and he held her to him even tighter. “Only because,” -lick- “you cheated” -swirly-lick- “first!!” and she gave a sucking-kissy-lick as a finishing flourish. “Just for that, I’m taking your dressing gown, naughty girl,” and before Rapunzel knew it, she was standing in front of him, wearing her adorable blue nighty…..and only the nighty. Eugene had magic hands, in that he could make items of clothing disappear faster than Rapunzel could blink. “So,” he said huskily, “a dressing gown and nighty is all you were wearing when you came to greet me once I came back?” She circled his arms around her. “Yes,” blinked a sloe-eyed Rapunzel, as she had linked hands with Eugene and held their hands behind her back. “That’s…..hot,” he said, unlinking hands with Rapunzel in order to embrace her, that almost-grin hiding behind his eyes. “Actually, it was unsurprisingly cold,” quipped Rapunzel, who was only half-joking. Eugene threw back his head and laughed in spite of himself. “Go ahead, laugh!” Rapunzel said with feigned indignation. “My nipples and pleasure-boat are now half-frozen,” she pouted. “Oh no, tut tut tut,” Eugene clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That simply will not do! We must warm them!” He pointed toward the ceiling, saying, “Corona will never have a frigid queen as long as I’m around!” he declared proudly. Now it was Rapunzel who threw back her head and laughed. Eugene reached down and placed one hand on either side of the hem of Rapunzel’s nighty, looked her in the eyes and said, “May I?” She grabbed his wrists and tugged them upward in reply and quickly the little blue nighty joined their dressing gowns and Eugene’s sopping wet clothing on the floor. At last, they climbed into the epic pillow fort and Rapunzel got to show Eugene just how amazing life could be during inclement weather--as long as you had decent lodgings and even better company. And Eugene got to remind her just how warm and happy her pleasure boat could get, as long as she brought along a personal hot rock….. @s-vnshiine @gleamful-lanterns @eugeneismyqueen @autumn-ravenclaw

#Rapunzel Appreciation Week #Rapunzel & Eugene #tangled fanfiction #one-shot #mega-fluff #sunshine

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barnesthesarge · 6 years ago

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Cold Cold Cold (Part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds Y/N strapped down in a HYDRA base and doesn’t hesitate to help her.

Warnings: mostly just flashback stuff, message me if you believe I should add something!

“Y/N! Wake up, time for training.” Bucky opened her door and watched her pull the blankets up higher.

Bucky chuckled and went to open the curtains, “No wait five more minutes, please.” She mumbled sleepily.

“That’s what you said five minutes ago, doll. We gotta train those muscles of yours.” She groaned loudly.

“These muscles need five more minutes Buck.” He smiled at the super soldier beneath the blankets.

Once Hydra lost him, they had no choice but to use their Plan B, Y/N Y/L/N. She was a special agent of shield, one that was determined to destroy Hydra once and for all, but it backfired once they found her address. They sent The Winter Soldier to retrieve her, and they decided death would be too good for her. So she underwent similar treatment as Bucky. Y/N didn’t remember much of her past, and Bucky barely remembered taking her, but he felt bad, because now she held the same burden that he did.

“Alright, five more minutes. If you’re not up afterwards, I’ll be dumping ice cold water on you. There’s a coffee pot ready for you.” He sat up at the thought of coffee.

“Coffee?” She slipped out of bed, wearing an old t-shirt that most likely belonged to Steve or Sam, thick sweatpants that were tucked into her socks, he wasn’t sure why she tucked her sweatpants into her socks, but he never asked. It was a famous morning look for Y/N, a look the team like to joke about.

Once she was out of her room, squinting at the bright light from the windows, Sam walked past her in his training clothes.

“Nice shirt, because it’s mine.” He chuckled and elbowed her arm, she looked at him with a mischievous grin.

“Is that why this shirt is so ugly? It makes sense actually, I figured it’d have to belong to you, you’re the only one around here not getting chicks.” Sam grimaced.

“Neither is Bucky!” He said accusingly while Y/N poured coffee into a mug and started adding creamer.

“He’s not looking.” Bucky replied, sitting down at the table.

“Okay it’s not easy getting chicks when you’re an Avenger. Plus most women my age have kids who just wanna meet Captain America, the Falcon isn’t cool enough for them. Bunch of little jerks.” Sam sighed.

“At least there is women your age, imagine how Steve and Buck feel.” Y/N teased.

Sam got a kick out of that, “See, this is why Y/N is the best super soldier in this compound. She’s actually funny.” Sam left the room for training.

“That was rude.” Bucky pretended to be offended, “You’re lucky I’m not concerned about finding a girlfriend, otherwise I’d actually be offended.”

“Yeah that’s true, you’d probably try to take it out on me during training. You’re too old for that Buck, you’d most likely break a hip.”

“And how old are you?” He challenged.

“Young enough to be your great-grand daughter.” She winked and drank her coffee in a couple gulps. “I’ll go get changed.” She left the room quickly.

Bucky wasn’t looking for a girlfriend for many reasons, one: how could anyone possibly want him after the whole winter soldier mess. Two: Y/N was right in front of him, how could he possibly go searching for anyone when she was right there, he couldn’t resist her. Three: again, Y/N. She was the one for him, and he was in deep for her, everyone knew but her.

“Alright lets go.”

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After training with Bucky, Y/N always wanted to go out for breakfast with him. She was making an effort to better herself, but deep down she also realized she was trying to better him.

Steve was happy about it, he was glad to see his best friend leave the house, even if it wasn’t for long. Bucky had spent so long isolating himself, staying out of the spotlight, and brooding around the compound.

Y/N brought him down to a Denny’s today, a new place for both of them, she slid into one side of the booth and ordered a soda.

“Buck, Stark invited me to his party, remember when we sat on the roof, just above the party that neither of us were invited to? We should go.”

“Y/N, Tony has been inviting me to those things for months, there’s a reason I don’t go. I don’t think you should either. It’s just full of high class people and reporters, and everyone just gets drunk and dances and eats weird fancy food. The music isn’t even good.” She started fiddling with her fingers, something she did when she was nervous.

“Maybe so...but, I kinda want to go, and just see what it’s like. Maybe it’ll be fun? I’m going dress shopping with Wanda later. You should come with me, to the party.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Get Thor to bring some of his Asgardian alcohol and I’ll consider. Those parties couldn’t possibly be fun unless you were drunk.” She sighed.

“Buck, you don’t have to be drunk to have fun. We could dance and make fun of the posh people, and eat weird fancy food and drink expensive whiskey. What could go wrong?” She smiled innocently, it made Bucky wonder if she was ever even used for violence.

“I’ll think about it. I have a reputation of being antisocial, I have to uphold that doll.” Bucky teased and she rolled her eyes.

“You can pretend to be a bad boy all you want, Barnes, but me and you both know how much of a teddy bear you are. Cuddling me while watching my drama shows? You treat everyone around you nicely, and how often do you sneak stray animals into your room?” She grinned at him, a smile he knew she reserved just for teasing him, which she did a lot.

“Yeah but posh people don’t need to know that, keep your voice down!” He joked, grabbing both her hands from across the table. He noticed her cheeks turned pink, so he dropped them.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I know you don’t like affectionate contact.” He smirked.

“Bucky, for the last time, I told Sam that so he’d stop hugging me, the last time he did I body slammed him, he didn’t like it. I’ll do the same to you in a heartbeat.”

“I’d love that, but in a more, erotic way.” Y/N slapped him and he winced, “Fuck me sideways it was a joke!”

She giggled, “You’re a joke. And I’ll find someone to fuck you sideways if you’d like.”

“Only you my dear.” He smirked and she smacked him again.

—

“Y/N, what about this one?” Wanda held up a dress with emerald green fabric, she shook her head.

“I’m honestly thinking a blue would be nice.” Y/N loved Wanda’s company, she was sweet and her closest friend, besides Bucky.

“Like this?” She held up a dress that was lace, ruffles, sheer, and sequined in all the right places. Wanda pulled the dress off the rack just by looking at her friends face.

“Just like this. I’m gonna try it on. What about you? Are you gonna get anything?” Wanda shook her head.

“I might get shoes but I have plenty of dresses. If I bring home anymore, Vision will insist on getting rid of his clothes just to have room for mine. He’s too sweet.” Y/N smiled, she loved the relationship between the two, both so caring for one another, Y/N longed for that.

“Alright, I’ll go try this on and then we’ll look at shoes.”

“You sound rather sure you’ll like it.” Wanda teased.

“I think I will.”

She tried on the dress and smiled, the lace reached the sleeves, going down to the elbows, sheer fabric plunging between the the top of the breasts, the dress went to her mid-calf, the blue matching her skin tone perfectly.

“What do you think?” She stepped out and Wanda gasped.

“Yes that’s the one!”

—

Y/N hung the dress up in her closet, the party was Saturday night, it might’ve been a stupid reason to want to get all dressed up, but she was going to go, she couldn’t remember the last time she got dressed up and went out.

There was a knock at the door, Y/N opened it and Bucky stood there, “Ah just the girl I came to see.”

“Well you knocked on my door so I sure hope your here to see me.” She booped his nose and stepped aside to let him in.

“Actually I wanted to invite you to the roof with me, I got takeout for both of us so no pressure to say yes or anything but I got you dinner.” He smirked, Y/N had it registered in her brain, it was flirtatious, it never failed to make her weak in the knees.

“Hmm, no.” His mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, and she giggled, “I’m kidding, lead the way, Bucket.”

She shut her bedroom door behind her and followed him into the elevator, “So how was shopping with Wanda?”

“Good, the dress I have is perfect, like I could wear it to a ball. Goddamnit why don’t we have balls anymore?” She cursed.

“I have balls, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N smacked his arm, “Okay okay, did you take any pictures in it?”

“No, if you wanna see me in a dress, you’ll just have to come with me.” She crosses her arms, waiting for his response.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking me to be your date?” Her cheeks turned deep red.

“N-no! You fucking walnut! That means come to the party and hang out with me.” He chuckled.

“Well now I’m just disappointed.” Deep down he really was, he couldn’t help but imagine a night of dancing with her, sneaking kisses on the balcony, giving her his jacket.

“You should be. No man will ever own me, especially not an old man like you.” She gibed him, she looked into his eyes and saw a flicker of sadness, it lasted only a moment.

“Own you? Why would you wanna be someone’s pet? I prefer saying that my heart will never belong to someone.”

“Edgelord.” She mumbled.

“I told you, I have a reputation to uphold, doll.”

Once the two were on the roof they sat down on the lawn chairs that Sam had brought up in an attempt to woo a girl, which backfired on him, she was afraid of heights.

“Alright here’s yours, and a fortune cookie, for my favorite cookie.” He grinned waiting for her reaction.

“That was cringy.” His grin widened.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

—

A/N: I’m reallllllly liking this one so far, I’m thinking maybe 3-4 parts for this.

#bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky #mcu #marvel #fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider x reader

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Glitter and Ribbons

Glitter and Ribbons by @thorbiased on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17257982

As king of Asgard, Thor didn’t have as much time as he would like to visit his friends. He came for the big things, of course, like holidays, the birth of Tony’s daughter Morgan and subsequent birthday parties. But every once in a while, Thor came just to visit.

Thor slipped the hood of his jacket off his finally-long-enough-to-pull-up hair and sighed contently. There was just something about coming home. The lobby of the compound was ever-busy, filled with bustling interns and one cheerful assistant. Thor headed over to her.

Jenna, the aforementioned assistant, looked up from her computer screen with a cookie cutter “customer service” smile. “Hi, how can—“ she choked on her own words. Thor’s smile widened; he really did get a kick out of messing with Midgardians. Why else would he have come in through the main entrance and not the team door? “Hi, Thor.”

“Hello, Jenna,” he said, “The team is in, I hope?”

Jenna nodded. “Yes, sir. They’re on the third floor, as always. But they have a meeting soon. You might not be able to hang out for long.

”That’s alright.” He backed away from the desk and bowed once. “Thank you. I’ll head up now.”

Jenna waved goodbye, and he started towards the elevator. He heard the distinct sound of Jenna squealing under her breath. He’d learned that was called “fangirling”. Peter had taught him so much. Laughing, he jumped into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.

Thor stepped into the common room moments later to find the team gathered there, dressed to the nines and bustling around. They were so distracted by meeting prep (and if Thor remembered correctly, things were always like this before a meeting; the Avengers were notoriously disastrous), that they didn’t even see Thor standing in the doorway.

Amused, Thor watched the chaos for a few seconds before speaking up. “Hey, guys!” he shouted over the crowd.

The Avengers—though they’d lost a few members to retirement—was still a pretty large group of people/cyborgs. And every single person stopped at the sound of Thor’s voice. A king thing, he supposed.

Peter broke out in a grin. “Thor!” he shouted. Even though he was nearly twenty now, he’d still retained his childlike appearance and attitude, meaning he wasn’t afraid to launch himself into Thor’s arms like a toddler.

Thor grunted under the sudden weight. “Still sticky, Peter?”

“Still sticky.”

Sam, who’d taken Steve’s mantle after the old captain retired, nodded at Thor. “Hey, man. You came crawling back, huh?”

Thor sat Peter down on the ground and chuckled. “I did,” he said with a nod. “Where’s Stark?”

Rhodes laughed. “Diaper duty,” he explained. “Good to see you, man.”

“You, as well. I heard you have a meeting to get to,” he said, looking over everyone’s semi-formal wear. Everyone except Peter, who wore sweatpants and a tee shirt.

Bucky grumbled something under his breath before tugging on the left sleeve of his dress shirt. “Course we do. I wouldn’t be in this get-up otherwise.”

“You look dashing, Barnes,” Natasha said, poking his side. “It’s a meeting to discuss the revisions to the Accords.”

Thor grimaced. “Thank the Norns I’m retired,” he said with a shudder. “I just came by to say hello. It’s been too long.”

“It’s not like you have a kingdom to look after,” Wanda snarked, smirking. “You’re probably just living in the lap of luxury up there.”

Thor chuckled because they all knew that was far from the truth. “How long is the meeting supposed to last? I could probably stick around a little while longer.”

“Hopefully not long,” Natasha said, flipping her hair back over her shoulders. “But we’ll see.”

“The meetings on average last a total of 3 hours and 17 minutes,” Vision reported, unaware of the comedic timing of his statistics. Peter, however, snorted.

Tony entered the room with a squirming 3-year-old Morgan held tight in his arms. He groaned. “She’s smells—“ he started, then his eyes landed on Thor. “Oh, hey, man. Nice to see you.”

“Uncle Thor!” Morgan exclaimed, her face all lit up. Of all Morgan’s uncles, Peter was her favorite, but Thor was a close second. The mini-Stark wriggled out of her father’s grasp and padded across the floor right to Thor.

Thor chuckled and scooped Morgan into his arms. As much as Morgan loved Thor, he matched that and then some. Tony’s daughter was exceedingly popular with the Avengers and with the Asgardians and with anyone who met her. Thor propped her up on his hip and booped her nose.

“Hello, Morgan. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” the toddler said.

Unable to wipe the smile off his face, Thor gently brushed her dark brown curls out of her eyes.

“Say, Mo,” Peter said suddenly, “How would you like to stay with Thor? So that I can go to the meeting.”

Morgan nodded immediately. Thor didn’t object. Babysitting a three year old would be way more fun than going back to New Asgard and dealing with meetings of his own. He’d been working nonstop for weeks—months, even.

“I don’t know if he’d want to, Mo,” Tony said.

Thor quickly shook his head. “No, no. It’s fine. I’d rather stay here than go home. I have my own meetings I’m skipping out on.”

“Please, Mr. Stark?” Peter begged. He clasped his hands together. “Please, please. I have dress clothes.”

“Get dressed, Underoos,” Tony sighed. Peter darted down the hall to his room, and Tony turned back to Thor. “Sure you don’t mind?”

“Positive,” Thor said. He looked over at Morgan, then tickled her belly. “Morgan and I will have a grand time, won’t we?”

Morgan grinned. “Yeah, daddy! We have fun!”

Tony shrugged. “Alright, then. You guys ready to go?”

The Avengers gave Tony a collective nod.

“Pete!” Tony yelled, “We’re leaving whether you’re in the jet or not! Bye, Morgan.”

Tony pressed a kiss to Morgan’s cheek before following the rest of the team into the open elevator. Packed in like sardines, they all waved goodbye to Thor and Morgan. A full second before the doors slid shut, Peter came bounding out of the hallway. He slang a web into the car and pulled himself in before they could leave him.

“Bye, Mo!”

Thor just laughed. “I miss them,” he said with a nostalgic smile. He carried Morgan to the couch in the common room and plopped down with her in his lap. “What have you been up to, my lady?”

“Mommy cut my hair,” she said, reaching up to run her little fingers through her curls.

Thor wrapped a ringlet around his finger. “Oh, it’s very pretty.”

“Thank you,” she giggled. Reaching out to pat Thor’s hair, she tilted her head. “Braid?”

Thor pulled his hair out of its bun, letting it fall to its full length. Thanks to his mishaps on Sakaar, it wasn’t quite as long as it had been, but it nearly reached his shoulders. It was certainly long enough to let Morgan braid. “Of course you can. Come on, I’ll sit on the floor. You sit on the couch so you can reach.”

Thor stood and sat Morgan on the edge of the couch cushions before taking a seat in front of her on the floor. He crossed his legs and shook his hair. “Who taught you how to braid? Mommy?”

“Yep,” Morgan said, running her hands over Thor’s hair. Thor held in a laugh. She handled his hair like a professional. Thor sat back, content, as Morgan pulled his hair into two very sloppy braids. The toddler gasped. “Bows! You need bows!”

Thor opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she’d already jumped off the couch with a very firm, “Stay!” Thor just watched, entirely amused, as she sprinted down the hall. He heard the distinct sound of a door slamming open, then a few seconds later slamming shut.

“I got bows!” Morgan cried, holding two fistfuls of colorful ribbons and pins over her head.

Thor grinned. “Good! Put them in.”

Morgan brought them over to him as quickly as her short legs could manage. She started tying them all over his hair, both in the braids themselves and in the loose curls she’d missed. It wasn’t long before the mighty god of thunder and king of Asgard was decked out with glittery pink ribbons and pom poms.

Morgan took a step back to admire her work. She crossed her arms. Thor swore she’d never looked more like her mother than in that moment. “Makeup,” she said decidedly before tottering off again.

Thor sat and waited until he heard her scream, “Heavy!” He scrambled to his feet and came after her. He saw her struggling with a large pink box of what he guessed was makeup. Holding back a laugh, he took it from her.

“Thanks,” she said. She looked up at him, then lifted her arms over her head. “Up!”

Thor pulled her up to his hip with one arm, then toted both the little girl and her makeup back to the couch. Once they were situated again, Morgan rummaged through her box of lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow.

“What color?” she asked, holding up three tubes of lipstick.

Thor stroked his beard thoughtfully. He hummed, then ran his finger over them. “This one,” he decided, tapping a light purple shade.

Morgan tossed the other two in her case. “Up,” she demanded, so Thor sat her in his lap. She skillfully applied the lipstick, but Thor could tell it was all over his face. “Good.”

“Now what?” Thor asked, watching her as she combed through the contents of her box.

“Cheeks.”

“Ah.”

Morgan dabbed Thor’s checks with a light pink blush, but she paused. Her gentle fingers brushed the scar over his eye. With a frown, she turned concerned blue eyes up to her uncle. “Hurt?”

Thor swallowed thickly. “No, I’m okay. A mean lady hurt me a long time ago, but I’m okay now. She can’t hurt me anymore.”

Morgan seemed to understand. “I sorry,” she whispered, before kissing his cheek. “All better.”

Thor actually had to blink back tears, but her gave Morgan a grateful smile. “Thanks, Mo,” he said. “Finish my blush?”

Morgan grinned and nodded. She applied the rest of his blush, then started on eyeshadow (a lovely shade of pink) and mascara. “You look good,” she said. “Pretty like mommy.”

Thor laughed. “Thank you, Morgan. Should we take a picture and send to Mommy and Daddy?”

Squealing, Morgan clapped. “Yes! Phone?”

Thor pulled out his phone, then pulled Morgan to his chest. Four years as a permanent resident of Midgard had allowed him to master the art of a “selfie”. Peter for some reason still cringed whenever Thor said that.

“Smile!” Morgan called.

Thor and Morgan grinned, then snapped a picture. Said picture went viral in minutes, after Tony posted it with the caption, “Prettiest princess in all of Asgard ;)”

#thorsweek #fanfic #day 1: child #submission

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Lexi’s House Party || Chase and Gabrielle

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: driveway @ lexi’s house party // 29th of january.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: chase x gabrielle ( @gabriellehale ).

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: underage drinking.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: chase and gabrielle arrive at the party.

Chase and Gabrielle arrived at the party and he put his arm around her outside, "What kind of fun are we having tonight?" he asked, curious for what she was down for. He wasn't sure after Tuesday. "Because I am down for whatever" he added.

Gabrielle held his hand and gave it a squeeze. "The night is still young." She said with a smile. "Whatever? If you are down forever then we should turn around, go home and get on bed."

"I can't, I promised people I would be here. And by people I mean the team. And by the team I mean the whole team is here and they're gonna mock me if I don't have anything to comment about the party because I stayed in for sex with my girlfriend even though that sounds really cool to me" Chase rambled on as he moved her forward towards the house, "and your girls are here, we're going to have a great time" he added.

"Oh, I just wanted to snuggle." She said looking up at him. "But, now that you say that, We should definitely have some fun when we get home." She said nudging him. "Olivia will be drunk, Juliette has Stevie now. Shes mad at me." She said with a pout. "But Maybe I'll just find a nice corner to drink in."

"And why is she mad at you? Because she had to find out that you're friends with Chanel instead of telling her" said Chase, "and she's not going to stay mad forever" he added. Chase knew that it would blow over, Juliette knew their secret. No way Gabrielle would cut off that friendship like she had with Sadie, "Or you can hangout with me all night and we can dance like old times" Chase offered.

"I'm not sure she knows knows, she was really drunk." Gabrielle said with a frown. "I just can't have her hate me." She said giving his hand a squeeze. "Yes please. I do not want to leave your side tonight." She said with a smile.

"She doesn't hate you, it's just that one of the things that you two love about each other is over now" said Chase squeezing her hand back. "Then don't, I'm all yours. We can even makeout in the hallway or something like crazy people" he said with a little laugh.

"I mean, I can't have her hate me." Gabrielle said shaking her heead. "I can just hate Chanel again, I mean, we aren't like friend friends. We don't hang out. We just dont shit on each others lives anymore." She said with small smile. "And you are mine."

"I don't think you need to hate Chanel" said Chase, he was so thankful that they were finally on good terms. It was so much easier for him to hangout or talk about Chanel now. "You better be" he replied with a kind smile and he kissed her temple.

Gabrielle shook her head. "Lets just get in there and have a few drinks." She said with a smile. She didn't want to think about it. Whatever happens happens. "The quicker we make appearances, the quicker we can get home."

"Sounds good to me" Chase replied, he wanted to party a little bit but if she wasn't in the mood then they could easily go home. "What kind of drink do you want tonight?" he asked as he opened the door for her and ushered her to the kitchen. He had been to Lexi's house many times before.

Gabrielle entered the house as she kept a smile on her face as they walked past people. "I'm good with anything besides beer." She said as they looked upon the options. "Maybe a mixed drink?"

"One specialty mixed drink coming up" said Chase as he grabbed blue curaçao, sprite, and malibu and poured them into two cups and handed one to Gabrielle, "It's like ocean water, it'll get you drunk quick too. I read about it on reddit" said the boy with a smile as he took a sip of the concoction. "Get me a little umbrella and a straw and I'd be anyone's bitch" he said with a laugh.

Gabrielle watched as he poured her a drink. "Yeah? You might have to deal with drunk me for a while." She said with a laugh. "Anyones bitch? Excuse you. You are mine and only mine." She said with a laugh.

Chase smiled at her, he liked things being just them two. It felt good to have her full attention even when they were in a crowd of people, maybe they weren't so much like Jesse and Olivia. "I think I can handle it" he said with a smirk. She was pretty cute. "With an umbrella and a straw I'll be a changed man" Chase replied with a laugh as he put his arm around her, leaning up against the kitchen island as people scrambled around looking for someone to dance with. A girl passed them in tears, "Lexi's parties always bring out the best stories" he said quietly to his girl.

gabrielle let out a laugh, chase was her whole world. She wanted to pay no one else attention. "I get all kissy when I'm drunk, I think I need a kiss.....Right now!" She said with s smile. "I'll give you an umbrella straw." She said poking his nose. "Ive heard some crazy rumors already"

Chase put his hands on her waist and popped her up onto the counter and gave her a kiss once she was at his height. Laughing as she booped him on the nose, "You officially owe me one umbrella straws" he teased her. His ears perked up when she said she had heard some crazy rumors already, "What have you heard?" the boy asked, a slick smile on his face.

Gabrielle let out a laugh as he put her on the counter. "Wait, I want another one." She said before taking a sip of her drink. "Oh I hear everything, perks of dating the gossip king myself." She added in. "I heard Julian got expelled at school togday, Also heard Caleb ran out of this party like a weeping weenie."

"Oh you'll get another one after I hear the news" Chase teased as he put his hand on her upper thigh as he stood between her legs at the counter. "Well, I did hear about the Julian thing, but points for the Caleb stuff" said the boy as he pulled her in for another kiss. "I saw some kind of twitter update about two girls kissing and then a couple fighting, good to know that was Caleb" said Chase laughing as he took a sip of his drink.

Once she shared she smiled as he gave her another kiss. "Two girls kissing? Julie and steves?" Gabrielle asked. "Yeah, also heard that he faked that tweet about that girl being interested in him to make rose jealous." She added in.

"They're not that stupid, also Stevie said Juliette wasn't drinking tonight because of ... the Tuesday incident" said Chase with a small shrug. "That's so embarrassing, that kid is ... awful. I have no idea why Rose is with him, or was with him. I don't really know about all of that" he replied.

Gabrielle nodded. "Ah yes, the tuesday incident. I'm just glad they all had fun that night. Remind me to not do that again." She said shaking her head. "My club days ended for a reason." She added in with a laugh. "I hope she moves on from him. because like... gross. I remembered when he courned me at the halloween party and asked me out."

"Keep you at home with me? I think I can do that." Chase let out a small laugh, she changed more than the seasons while they were together. Phase after phase. "Well you'll never have to worry about that again, one he was telling everyone that your purple hair would have to go ... which is disturbing that he has so much to say. And second, everybody around here knows you're my girl now" said the boy as he moved a piece of hair out of her face.

"Yes please. I'm an old lady now. I want wine nights in my pjs talking shit about the moms at day care." She said with a laugh. "Ew. I love my purple hair. Its badass." She said with a smile. "Loser will never get his dick wet ever again.

"You've got a lot of time between now and then, don't forget to have a little fun. Maybe just not that much fun" he said, laughing along with her. "I also love your purple hair" Chase replied. He felt like she had really come into her element with the hair change. "Oh most definitely not, no girl at this school is ever going to touch him. He's going to have to wait until college, and then he'll have a two week window until everyone hates his guts again" Chase added, laughing again.

"Well I talk shit with madden about the other moms. OOF that reminds me, you know how they were saying how Genevieve has a crush on the two twin boys. Yeah. Maddens kids. But shhh, you can't tell anyone. Another one of those famous secret children." She said with a smile as she sipped her drink. "Two weeks? I give him two hours if hes lucky. He is repullsive. I think he kinda looks like a drowned rat."

"Wait she told you about that?" said Chase, confused, "Did you ... tell her?" he asked. Worried that too many people knew at this rate. He didn't want to get thrown out of the house. "A drowned rat?" Chase repeated back to her, chuckling a little, "I'm pretty sure Montag has that down".

“It was pretty hard to deny as her kids ran to her screaming mommy .3 seconds after she said she was a nanny.” She said as she took another drink. “Oh fuck no. I’m not an idiot to many people know. And thankfully Genevieve can read a room and know not to speak.” She added in. “How can someone so pretty as Juliette share DNA with Montag”

Chase chuckled, "Wow, that is something that we should be more careful about. You're making sure not to tell her right?" Chase asked, nervous that they would be found out the same way. "She's reading rooms? Taking after me already" said the boy with a small laugh as he took a sip of his punch. "Well, the Hastings girls are really pretty" said Chase, "Montag just got that special combo hit of traits. Like the nose, but I think he's good looking. If he's ugly then I'm ugly, and I am not ugly" Chase replied with a smirk.

#chase: lexi's house party #chasexgabrielle #threads || gabrielle and chase #gabrielle and chase || 018

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