#and so call it repeatedly little cutie pie in a way to let out the panic

[priscirat]

OH MY GOD DO THEIR POKEMON HAVE NICKNAMES

i feel like Some Would but im not settled on which yet !!

[gamblersdoll]

I need… nsfw Guts x reader where the reader is just a sweet cutie pie who is kind of fragile due to a physical disorder, so Guts treats her like a princess (probably calls her that too). But she wants him to be more rough with her and he’s a little nervous to but ends up liking it and just praises her a lot and stuff. thank you!!

cw: name calling (princess) ,praise, reader has rheumatoid arthritis, guts is such a nervous wreck. slight choking, hard fucking

before i begin, rheumatoid arthritis is mainly affected in joints (hands, knees, feet, and may change throughout the body.) which can make it hard for some people to do normal or moderate activities. thank you, and enjoy. 🩶

“let me do that for you, princess.” guts said, holding you by your waist and grabbing the coffee mugs.

“i can get it!” you playfully shouted, slapping softly at his arm. “but thank you guts!” you said cheerfully.

“youre welcome princess..” he said softly, running his thicker fingers in your hair and rubbing your scalp, causing you to relax. “come sit down, your knees look like they are stiffening up.”

you ended up forgetting about your coffee, and laying down on the couch with your legs on guts’ knees and feeling his hands on your feet and knees, softly kneading them in a massage like manner.

“can i ask you something?” you ask, swinging your legs from his hands and watching him then just freeze up and pout. “are you.. afraid to be rough?”

his face turns to a bright red, red ear tips and hot cheeks. “i– well.. kinda? its just.. i dont want to hurt you. ever.” he says, lowly. “do.. you want me to ?”

“yeah!” you say, crawling into his space. “you can be rougher.”

“well.. okay.”

he presses his lips against yours, cupping your cheeks in his hands and slide a hand to your hips. his lips traveled from your lips to your now bare shoulder, to suckle on your perky nipple.

you spill a low moan, watching him kiss all on your tummy and then back to your shoulder. guts take his boxers off, jerking his shaft slow and then sliding his cock inside you. he softly takes your leg and hooks it around his waist.

he starts off slow, breathing slowly into your neck and softly thrusts into you, enticing a moan from you. your hands find their way to his back shoulder blade, softly scratching at it. “r-rougher please..” you moan out.

hes so nervous to go rougher, hes not against it. so he takes a large hand and wraps it around your throat, softly squeezing but enough to make it a little difficult to speak. him choking you made you tighten, strangling his cock even so. he groans, putting a hand on your hip and slams his cock into your cunt.

“ho fuck…” he moans out, a low growl coming from his throat. “homygodprincess..” he says, watching his cock slide in and out of you, seeing where his tip slightly bulges in your pelvis. “youre so good..”

his choking got a littler tighter, heavy hand resting on your collarbone as he chokes you and plows into you. he lightly slaps at your outer thigh, lolling his head back and moaning down at you. “fuck! cmon princess..” he says softly, feeling the clench of your pussy squeeze until that coil in your tummy just gushes around his length.

“just like that.. cmon..” he pants out, now taking your legs and folding you into a pretzel, your knees closer to your ears. “fuck..! cmon– fuck princess—“ he chants, “fuck!” he growls out, feeling his balls empty themselves into your womb.

you were out for the count, panting while he makes you trade spots with him. he lays your body on top of his, holding you as he kisses your head repeatedly.

“you okay? i didnt hurt you did i?” he asks, full blown worried. you shake your head, giggling at his worries. “thats good, princess.”

“did you enjoy yourself?” you ask, holding guts back around his abdomen. he kisses your nose, the position giving you a slight pout with your chubbier cheeks.

“.. i guess i could be a little rougher.”

[stray-kids-react]

You go into little space

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Bang Chan

* Protective caretaker mode has been activated, no matter what the situation is. *

° Chan came home from work, throwing his keys onto the kitchen counter. Soon noticing a cute crayon note stuck to the fridge with a magnet, 'Hi daddy! I hope work was good. I am in the room drawing, come join me!'

* Chan knew about little space, and understood that it was a way of you calming down from any stress. He was always willing to take care of you, and never got annoyed or weirded out like some people did. *

° Chan walked into the bedroom, noticing cute little stick fairies stuck all over the walls. Your tongue stuck out as you focused on coloring in one of the fairies dresses. Too focused to notice your care taker admiring you from afar.

"Hey princess/prince charming, did you draw these?"

° You nodded shyly, looking at the floor worried that he would be upset at the new decorations. But you relaxed when he cupped your face, pecking the top of your head softly.

"They look amazing y/n, which one is your favorite?"

° You pointed to the glittery blue fairy with large pigtails, unsticking it from the wall to hand it to him.

"That's mine too! I love the glitter, that was a nice touch."

Lee Know

* Is already whipped for you, but becomes even more soft when you go into little space*

° You were in the middle of shopping, when he noticed you shift into a more clingy and innocent faze. Minho looked at you with softened eyes, asking if you were alright. "Can we visit that store, please daddy?"

*Once Minho found out that you would sometimes go into little space, he researched everything about it to make sure he knew what to do. Constantly praising you for not being bratty or a bad girl/boy. *

° Minho guided you to the pajama store, wrapping his hand around your wrist gently. You skipped towards the sleeping masks, passing him a panda one and grabbing a cute glittery cat one for yourself.

"Does daddy look like this mask? Or do I look more like yours?"

° You tugged at the panda one, jumping up and down on the floor. Giggling excitedly when he would poke his face out from the mask, sometimes sticking his tongue out at you and making derp faces.

"Can we please get them? I really like this one~" You begged, pouting slightly.

° Minho loved seeing your bright smile, so he took it a step further and let you pick out one more. Chuckling when you clapped in joy.

"Let's go to the cash, and then we can go get some donuts. How does that sound munchkin?"

Changbin

* Changbin adored when you went into little space, always playing around with you. *

° You knew that Changbin was coming home in a couple minutes, and you decided to hide from him wanting to see if he could find you. Grabbing a flashlight, so you wouldn't be scared of the dark while in the closet.

*Changbin was really curious about little space, and let you explain everything to him. The next day, buying you a whole bunch of stuffies and glittery stickers. Letting you put one on his laptop, not planning on removing it anytime soon. *

° He walked in, noticing the empty bowl of ice cream with sprinkles left over. Changbin clued in that you were probably in little space, and played along with your hide & seek prank. Even though he could hear your small giggles from the closet.

"I wonder where my cutie pie went? Is she/he in the kitchen?"

° You jumped out of the closet with a cute rawr, making him "scream" in "fear". Placing a hand over his heart dramatically, he repeatedly praised you for being so "intimidating".

"I practiced my rawring all day, I wanted to surprise you daddy."

° He adored when you got all giddy after getting a reaction out of him, only encouraging him to be more dramatic each time. Sometimes even falling to the floor when you jump out of an obvious hiding spot.

"Get ready for supper cutie pie, I bought you your favorite pizza."

Hyunjin

* Loves when you go into little space, Becuase you both play around and he gets extra cuddles*

° You just woke up from a nap and wanted some attention, and you just so happened to jump into little space when you woke up. So you secretly grabbed one of your tiaras and planned on secretly placing it on Hyunjin.

*Hyunjin didn't know what little space was at first, so he let you guide him through all of the facts and duties of being a caretaker. He enjoyed when you became clingy, and used your light baby voice when asking for stuff. *

° Hyunjin immediately got into the character of a prince, assuming you were in little space. Voicing some of the barbies you brought out, and kissing a soft frog stuffed animal so it could turn back into a human.

"As prince of Amercanodale, I declare that Ken shall be released from jail."

° You soon grabbed different doll clothes, asking Hyunjin which one your dolls should wear. Asking for help with braiding the doll's hair, which he happily did along with some of his own hair.

"Can I bedazzle your hair? I have cute clips to use in it!"

° Hyunjin always allowed you to play with his hair, whether you be in little space of not. Loving that feeling of you stroking through his locks, and looking at him with only admiration and love.

"Use as many clips as you want beautiful, you can even use that hair chalk if you want."

Han

* Accidently found out about you going into little space, when he found your sticker stash*

° Jisung noticed your small pout throughout the day, noticing that you ran out of stickers and were in little space. He wanted to cheer you up so he took you onto a trip to the nearest dollar store, letting you pick out some stickers.

* Jisung knew about the basic things of Little Space, but never really looked into it until he found out that you used it as a stress relieving mechanism. He won't tell the members unless you are comfortable with it*

° You specifically picked out a pack of animal stickers that included some squirrels, sticking one on his cheek once he bought them for you. Pointing out that he reminds you of the sticker that you stuck on him.

"I look like the squirrel?... As long as you like squirrels than it's okay. *Chuckles*"

° You kissed the sticker on his cheek, and soon went on a rant about how much you love squirrels. Mentioning their fluffy tails, and cute cheeks that hold so much food. Not realizing how long you were ranting.

"Do you like Squirrels? Or are you more of a chipmunk lover?"

° Jisung thought wisely about which option would offend you the least, soon going with the most neutral answer. Explaining that he likes both and finds them just as cute as you do, loving the way your eyes sparkled in joy.

"Even though they are both cute, nothing can compare to my little squish y/n."

Felix

* The cutest and cuddliest caretaker ever, loves when you become his own personal backpack and pillow*

° You were both heading home from dinner with the boys, and by the last ten minutes he noticed you switch into little space. Getting hints by your constant clingy hugs, and never letting go of his hand.

* You told him about your shifts little space when you were serious enough in the relationship. Letting all of the anxiety you had leave your body, when he simply nodded and sent you a soft reassuring smile. *

° Felix tucked you under the soft sheets of your shared bed, brushing away any stray hairs from your face. Letting you choose a bedtime story to read to you, rubbing a soft circle across your stomach as he read aloud.

"The prince left a soft kiss upon aurora's lips, watching as her lovely eyes fluttered open."

° Felix constantly glanced at your increasingly tired state, thanks to mixture of his deep soothing voice and soft delicate hands. His hand trained up to your cheek, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips.

"Before I go to sleep, can I have a goodnight kiss? Pleeeaassee~"

° Felix giggled at your dramatic begging, but caved into your needy yet calm cuteness. Placing small playful pecks all over your face, before landing his last one across your smile gently. Staying on your lips for a couple seconds longer than the rest.

"Goodnight sleeping beauty, wake me if you need anything. Even if it's just cuddles."

Seungmin

* Spoils you when you are in little space, just because you are too cute to say no too. *

° Hyunjin won a bet against Seungmin, so he had to go out and buy a toy for Kkami. You tagged along because you wanted to spend time with Seungmin and see some cute kittens. But you shifted into little space while looking at the kittens and babying them.

* Seungmin clued into small habits and hints you showed while going into little space, such as changing your voice, pouting, & being 10× more hyper than usual. Soon bringing emergency toys, just in case. *

° Seungmin asked an employee if you were able to hold one of the kittens, soon getting an answer when he unlocked the cage that the small kitten slept in. You held it close to you, making small baby noises during it.

"I wonder if Hyunjin would get mad if we came home with a kitten instead of a toy."

° You heard his sentence, but you were too focused on making the kitten purr louder for affection. Soon exclaiming in joy when it cuddled into your hand, making Seungmin comb his fingers through the soft fur.

"I think it likes me! Or maybe it just wants food... Either way I'm getting cuddles~"

° Seungmin saw the kitten a while back when he went shopping with Hyunjin for dog food, and knew that it needed someone who would love it unconditionally. So he ended up driving home with and furry lump asleep on his lap.

"We're home and brought something extra special, I hope Kkami doesn't mind cat fur."

Jeongin

*The only time he will let you call him oppa or daddy, understanding it's part of Little space*

° You were terrified of the loud storm that was happening outside, so you rushed to your boyfriend's dorm to try and calm down. Bringing a couple extra presents while in your child like splurge of ideas.

*Jeongin enjoyed playing with you, loving the innocent gaze you gave everytime he used a big word. Sometimes he would shift into little space with you without realizing, but he secretly enjoyed the feeling *

° Jeongin turned on a couple flashlights while strapping on the adorable hat you brought, asking if your wanted any drinks or snacks. Holding your hand while walking to the kitchen for some chips and soda.

" You don't have to be scared of anything, oppa is right here and won't let anything happen."

° You nodded still a bit cautious thanks to the booming thunder outside, but that only led to him holding onto you closer while walking back to the room. Shooing your irrational scary thoughts away.

"You're the best oppa ever Innie, thanks for the yummy snacks and cuddles."

° He played music off of his phone to try and distract you from the loud storm outside, feeding you chips and giving a cute bendy straw for your drink. Chuckling silently when you fell asleep with crumbs all over you.

"You such a cute little sunshine y/n, have a good rest cutie."

[soaptunes]

Soap’s 2020 AOTY Reviews: JPEGMAFIA - EP!

This EP (!) is really just a collection of all the loose singles Peggy dropped on a roughly monthly basis over the course of 2020. Despite that, and maybe even because of it, it’s still a contender for best rap project of the year.

I feel like I’m getting tired of saying that JPEGMAFIA is one of the most creative artists making experimental hip-hop right now. Even more tired of that appellation is Peggy himself, who on one track here proudly shouts out, “Fuck the underground, I’m going pop.” Of course, on the same song (the raucous, clattering “COVERED IN MONEY!”) he claims he beats his dick when he looks in the mirror and compares his gun to Portia La Rossi’s strap-on, so. Take that as you will. 

It’s strange that Peggy’s 2019 album All My Heroes Are Cornballs is over a year old now. That isn’t that long ago, but a lifetime has happened since then, and the thing still sounds more immediate than most projects that dropped this year. The same is true of 2018’s Veteran, but both projects have some songs that fall short. I won’t get specific, this isn’t a review of those albums, but a few tracks on both are experiments that don’t pan out - they get lost in the weeds of harshness and strange samples, they lack strong hooks or funny bars, they follow an obscure groove that’s hard to get a handle on. EP! proves that cut down to its essential moments, a JPEGMAFIA record can be a 25-minute blast. 

This is only 8 songs, we can take it track-by-track, which I think we’ll be doing for any EP reviews I do on here.

The first song is “BALD!,” a song that dropped in February, just before the pandemic turned this singles series into a quarantine project. If your first thought is that the beat sounds like something out of an obscure Nintendo racing game, that’s because it is - the main sample here is from Ridge Racer 3D for the 3DS. In pretty much every picture of JPEGMAFIA you can find from before this song’s release, he’s wearing a bandana or sweatband or something around his forehead, but this song literally served as the announcement to his fanbase that he’d shaved his head. This is a fucking hilarious concept for a song to begin with, but the beat is genuinely pretty and Peggy’s flow is merciless. Knocking the breakbeats out from under the synths makes them wash out and sound like the audio equivalent of a shitty screensaver, which I mean in the best way possible. 

BEST BAR: “Hairline proof God needs balance, BALD.”

“COVERED IN MONEY!” is a serious contender for song of the year for me. I would absolutely love to watch this guy figure out a beat, because the instrumental on this goes unbelievably hard and simultaneously makes no sense at all. It’s squeaky, stomping, clattering, shambolic, and feels like it’s completely falling apart. Does a beat like this come together in his head first? The drum pattern is borderline nonsensical, did it just come from him messing around in ProTools? I would genuinely love to know, he’s seriously a gifted producer and I wish he’d produce more for other rappers. Somehow Peggy hops into a triplet flow on top of this wonderful mess, the overall impression ending up somewhere in the ballpark of a cartoon character rapping while bouncing on a rusty pogo stick. The man namedrops Ving Rhames, Cannibal Ox, Bernie Mac, and the aforementioned Portia La Rossi all on the same song, and he’s really out for blood on this one, it’s one of his best flows ever. The way he makes the listener wait for the “fuck the underground” line is flawless, he’s slipping between time signatures effortlessly. He does an amazing job of wrangling the herky-jerky rhythms of the beat on the hook, making one of his stickiest choruses yet with the instant-classic line about “borderline dressing in drag.” There’s a beat switch about halfway through the song, which Genius tells me is a second half tilted “The Devil Wears Prada,” but “BALD!” has a lyric about them fucking up his lyrics on Genius, so, you know. It’s not as much fun beat-wise but his bars are just as good, and the song ties up with Peggy repeatedly apologizing and claiming he’s just been “shitted on.” This track is a must-listen, in my opinion, definitely one of the best of the year.

BEST BAR: “I’m covered in money, I’m out for the bag, I flew out the country, borderline dressin’ in drag.”

The sensual R&B of “BODYGUARD!” isn’t a total departure from stuff Peggy has done before - “Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot” had some of those vibes and “Free The Frail” proved that not only can he write a great melodic song, he’s a respectable singer. Bodyguard is Sexy Peggy coming to full fruition though, warm synths draping around  soft beats and lyrics that could’ve come out of any 90’s hit. Peggy’s ear for a nice chord progression is evident, and there’s still strange touches like clipped vocals, off-kilter melodies, background chatter, and what sounds like a bicycle chain winding as part of the beat. This one took awhile to grow on me but it definitely did, and it provides a much-needed moment of calm on the EP.

BEST BAR: N/A, but I do like “who’s gonna turn me? Bitches gotta earn me.”

Then comes the remix of “BALD!” with Denzel Curry. The beat kicks in in the same way as it did before, and Peggy’s first verse is identical, but the entire back two-thirds of the song is one furious verse from Denzel. At first, his section gets a more muscular version of the racing game beat, but midway through, Peggy drops the drums out and just lets Denzel do his thing over a skeletal, washed-out instrumental. He spans a wide array of topics, from his stress over violence in his hometown, to loss of touch with his friends, to how cutting his famous dreads let him feel freer and more in control of himself. It’s a very cool verse, and I appreciate him linking it back to the haircut theme in an original way.

BEST BAR: “Dreadlocks had your boy like Sideshow Bob”

“CUTIE PIE!” puts Peggy on a genuine boom-bap beat, with nonstop flexing about his production chops. He gets pretty specific, and the title is apt given how genuinely adorable the sounds on the beat are. This one rolls almost normal for a JPEGMAFIA song, and despite the trove of weird references and the colorful atmosphere, it feels almost like a breakthrough, like he’s being more realistic or candid in his boasting. Like these are genuine points of pride for him and not just braggadocio, you know? Props for the music video here too, it’s definitely one of the best of the bunch. Super distinctive and weird, with Peggy hiding behind cacti and dancing in the middle of the desert with a near-nude woman.

BEST BAR: “Your beats inaccurate, muddy low end and you over-compressin’, ‘cuz you don’t know what you doin’, so y’all be stackin’ it, don’t know the diff so they just hold and attack it.”

The beat on “THE BENDS!” is almost oppressive, orchestra hits and a glacial pace lending the track a dark atmosphere. Autotune slurs Peggy’s bars, and the lyrics are relentlessly cynical and bleak. His actual political beliefs are obfuscated behind humor like “caught a body in a MAGA hat” as usual, but he ends the song with a breathy “fuck Trump,” so that much is clear. The glowing synth lines under the heavy saw bass give the first verse a cinematic quality, the “fantasies, fantasies, fantasies” line only adding to that. This is one of the briefer cuts, and one of the weaker ones too, but even this one has a ton of personality. 

BEST BAR: “Strap on my hip ‘cuz I’m bitter and old, Mountain Dew sippers, they hating the scroll”

“ROUGH 7” is EP!’s only true miss, and it’s definitely not Peggy’s fault. The beat is shadowy and evasive, and his verse is ice-cold, but the featured rapper, Tommy Genesis, kind of flattens the song. Her adlibs are cringe-inducing and her rapping is flat and devoid of personality, she tries to do the emo-rap scream double-track but it doesn’t work with her style, especially since what she’s rapping about isn’t tragic or even sad at all. The track picks up instantly once Peggy comes on, as usual he can slither into the cracks of an unusual beat and inject his cartoonish, acrobatic character into it. This is a topically unremarkable verse by JPEGMAFIA standards, but he leans into the beat’s rhythms like on “COVERED IN MONEY!” and it ends up working out in his favor and restabilizing the song by the close. His dejected “wow.” and “huh.” and “nasty.” adlibs help make it too, it’s really kind of ridiculous to compare his adlibs to Genesis’s.

BEST BAR: “Light a square n*** up like Billie Jean.”

Peggy closes the EP with “living single,” probably the second-best song either. He sings a surprisingly heartfelt interpolation of Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” as the hook, bringing to mind his has-to-be-heard-to-be-believed cover of “Call Me Maybe.” This beat could pass for vaporwave, its slurred groove and downshifted vocal snippets lending an atmosphere to it like Peggy is sitting outside a club smoking after too much alcohol. The stabbing synth riff that breaks through the fuzz keeps him on his toes and lets him work up a relatively speedy flow over the dazed instrumental. I’m not sure why I rate this one so highly, but the vibes are excellent and this is one of the best verses on the project for sure, it’s another one where he really hooks his flow into the off-kilter lurch of the beat. That may be my favorite thing about him as a rapper, the way he can tie himself to a beat and make sure it’s working for him instead of being outshined by it, even if it’s completely insane.

BEST BAR: “Champagne for the pain and sufferin’, fans same color as voice of Tim Duncan” 

Hoo, I wrote a ton about that. Maybe I won’t go track by track for the next EP, this is way too long already. In any case, I think due to its brevity and release method this great little record is going to get passed up on a ton of year-end lists, which is a damn shame. It has easily some of JPEGMAFIA’s best work on it - with no time for filler or botched experiments, Peggy delivered a tight, consistent, outrageously entertaining experimental rap joyride.

[waywardnerd67]

Cupid’s Arrow

Title: Cupid’s Arrow Square Filled: Soulmates Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Cupid, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: After a hunt, Sam and Dean go out to a bar nearby. Sam ends up going home with (Y/N) after a few too many whiskeys. When he wakes up, he finds himself unable to bring himself to leave her. Word Count: 1100 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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Sam followed Dean into the bar after changing out of their bloody clothes from taking out a vamps’ nest. He really did not want to be there, but Dean would not stop annoying him until he tagged along. After a couple of beers, Sam watched as Dean started talking to a pretty blonde at the bar.

“Great, she found the flavor of the night.” Sam turned to see a beautiful woman muttering next to him. He followed her gaze to Dean and the blonde.

“His name is Dean and he’s my brother.” He said as she looked wide eyed at him.

The woman laughed nervously, “Sorry, I’m sure he’s a great guy. My friend is just known for going home with the first man to hit on her.” She held out her hand to him, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Sam. Well, I think she found her match because Dean is the exact same way. You’re welcome to hang out here if you like. I’ll even pay for the next round.” He suggested as she pulled up a chair next to him.

After a few rounds of whiskey, Sam and (Y/N) were hitting it off better than he expected. Dean and her friend had left awhile ago while they were chatting. The waitress came back with another round of drinks for them.

“Oh no, we shouldn’t.” (Y/N) said as Sam nodded in agreement.

The waitress smiled placing a hand on either of their shoulders, “This one is on the house and I will close out your tabs.”

Sam shrugged as he and (Y/N) drank the last round. He then followed (Y/N) out to the parking lot, “You probably shouldn’t drive. You want me to call a cab for you?” he asked.

She shook her head biting her lip, “I was thinking I could just stay with you…” Her bright (Y/C/E) eyes locked with his and he grabbed her hand leading her towards the motel next to the bar.

Sam knew Dean would have went back to (Y/N)’s friend’s place opening the door to their room. (Y/N) walked in slightly stumbling reaching out grabbing a hold of his arms. “Oops, sorry I guess I had a little too much.”

He chuckled holding her close to him. She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes, he lips in a full pout as she brought her bottom one between her teeth. Sam could not help himself when he grabbed either side of her face kissing her hard.

He pulled back feeling his cheeks flare up, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…” he began to say but she pressed herself up against him kissing him again.

“Don’t. Be.” She said against his mouth slipping her jacket off her shoulders, “Want. This.”

That was all he needed to hear as they both began stripping their clothes off. Once they were bare, he picked her up wrapping her legs around him and pressing her back against the door. He slowly let her sink down on him as the both moaned from the feeling.

“Sam, please… move.” She said breathlessly.

He began thrusting up into her as she gripped his shoulders. Watching her (Y/C/H) bouncing against her skin and her lips parted as she whimpered or moaned. He moved her over to the small table laying her flat and holding her legs over his shoulders. He pumped into her repeatedly the sound of their skin hitting echoing throughout the small room.

“I’m so close… harder Sam!” she called out as he brought her legs down onto his arms cradling them.

He slammed into her feeling his own release coming trying to hold back into she came first. Luckily, he did not have to wait longer as he brought his thumb over her clit roughly causing her to cry out his name as she came. Sam quickly pulled out of her stroking his length roughly until he came over her stomach. He grunted as he jerked his hand over himself a few more times then gently let go of his cock.

Sam grabbed a towel from his bag cleaning her and himself off before helping her over to his bed. They immediately feel into a deep sleep. When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed and rested which was unusual for him. He looked down at (Y/N) his heart beating rapidly. He had not felt this way since Jessica in college and it terrified him. He did not want her to leave and the thought of it made him sick to his stomach.

Suddenly the door slammed open startling both of them as Dean came charging in with (Y/N)’s friend behind him. “Sammy, get up! We need to take these girls back to the bar. I think the waitress dose all of us with something.”

Dean looked crazed out of his mind, but he noticed as he was holding onto the blonde’s hand tightly. Sam grabbed some clothes for (Y/N) to slip on and they all made their way back over to the bar. The waitress was seemingly waiting for them with a smile on her face.

“What did you dose us with?” Dean asked.

She shook her head, “Nothing. I simply brought you together with the ones you were meant to find.”

Suddenly, everything became clear to Sam as he looked down at (Y/N). “Soulmates.” He whispered as she looked back up at him. “You’re a cupid.” He said looking back up at the waitress.

“Cupid?” Dean asked as she nodded.

“Believe it or not, you both are deserving of love. After all you and your family have sacrifice for the world, you deserve to be with your soulmates.” She explained pointing at the girls on either side of them.

“Soulmates…” (Y/N) muttered looking up at him wide eyed.

Sam looked down at her smiling softly nodding as she chuckled nervous. The waitress walked out from behind the bar approaching the two couple, “You all have a lot to discuss. Ladies, all I will say is that these two men have done more for this world than anyone else. They need strong women like you both to be by their sides and love them. Boys tell them everything and they will never leave you.”

With that the waitress disappeared leaving them all stunned in place. “Sammy?” He turned looking at his big brother who was wearing every emotion he was feeling in his green eyes. “Is this our apple pie life?”

Sam looked from him to (Y/N) who had tears coming down her cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumbs saying, “Yeah Dean, I think this is.”

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by Imperial-Radiance (that’s me)

1|1: Faux Pas, part 1, is also on Wattpad.

"All the shit we do, and this doesn't get any easier."

"It's only because no one does it like we do or... or, ugh, at all, really."

The Center of Colors, the most marveled museum of art in all of Oswana if not the entire world, was a fortress in its own right, and all attempts by a not-so-young maho madam to push open the one door inside it that led to its underground car park were to no avail. The age of the door was a blink in comparison to the building that housed it. Looking past that, it still was not used as proportionally often as originally designed due to 'more preferred' transit options for safety reasons. But, with the particular event taking place there – the biannual meeting of the Continental Couturiers' Council – and a certain, small minority quickly rising up its rankings, putting some oil on the door hinges would have been the easiest courtesy.

Yet, here this lady was, having to force all her might just from an unlocked but still stuck door, adding to the lengthy list of surprises of the night. But she wasn't alone in the struggle.

"Uh, Mel?" a concerned Lyanna expressed, quickly simmering down her tense self after seeing how roughly her best friend was fumbling with the push bar. "You good?"

"Come on! Really!?" Melanie continued to grunt, not allowing herself to give in so quickly, even if it possibly ruined her blazer in the process – not the best look at a fashion event. "What is this!?"

"Damn. If Miss 'Moore Gains, Moore Power' can't open the thing, it really must be tight," Lyanna claimed in jest. She, despite being in similar, unfortunately-formal-for-the-task fashion, joined Melanie's efforts at her side, groaning as she repeatedly rammed her upper arm into the surface like a linebacker. "Maybe, urgh... Lanky Ly can be... a little help."

Melanie was all for the assistance, especially given all the reasons she had to not expect it. But, getting it with a shaded humblebrag, even if jokingly, was not going to happen. A critical look was sent Lyanna's way in protest, and sassy yet complimentary projections soon were, too.

"'Lanky', my ass. How many ball sports... did you say you... played in school again? How many of them... weren't co-ed... before you joined? Which one of us... qualified for... for the... Superhero Circuit... over thirty... on accident!?"

It only took the first rebuttal for Lyanna to regret making her lighthearted comment at all. But, like the mature woman she was, she took it in stride with an apology.

"Okay, okay. I get it!" she stretched through more grouses of strain. "I'm sorry. You happy?" Melanie paused her own pushes for a second to shine a grin at her buddy that epitomized 'I told you so'. Her receiving a set of rolling eyes and a scoff back followed right after, paired with Lyanna taking her exertion efforts to the next level. "But," she resumed, feeling her shoulders start to slide out their sockets, "my athleticism... means nothing if... if it can't help us... get through... the fucking... DOOR!"

Giving in to all of the pressure, the bar lock finally began to budge. However, no one, especially not the designers of the door, ever figured for that much force, let alone by two, tired maho ladies, to be spread across the bar like that. They had much more strength than they realized, or the door was weaker than expected, and before they knew what they were doing, the door flew open out of their grasp, echoing with Lyanna's voice into the mostly empty garage as it slammed into the wall.

Inertia sent Lyanna and Melanie forward, unable to keep balance on their skinny, high heels. Melanie, closer to the hinges, managed to catch herself on a nearby parking barrier, but Lyanna found her stopping place not on the ground or on a structure but instead in the arms of an awaiting security guard.

"Got ya, ma'am," the uniform-donning young man assured with a slight strain in his voice upon catching her. "Are... Are you alright?"

Lyanna sneered at his brief struggle, knowing fully well that she wasn't that heavy until she realized it was not due to her at all, at least not completely. In the distance, the door to the office where all of the watching camera footage was housed was wide open with most screens showing the three of them right then. If he had been watching the ladies' struggles until not long ago and decided to help for himself, then he would've had to run to reach them in time. Looking at his tired but quickly recovering state, he probably did that, just slightly too late and switching to a catcher's role in the heat of the moment.

Getting over the drama of it all, Lyanna gave her savior some solace as she rose and composed herself. "Yes, thank you. I... I'm fine."

"Not as much as you, cutie pie," Melanie winked at the guard with her down-home charm, to which he returned a bashful gasp. "What's a handsome soul like yourself doing out on the town late on a weekend alone, guarding C-Cubed at CC, no less?"

"I, uh," the young lad had trouble finding the right words.

On one hand, getting a compliment was always nice, especially if both lighthearted and likely to result in an extra tip. On the other hand, if he egged it on too much, then it'd just be asking for a bunch of double-sided trouble for way too many reasons to count. Aware that he couldn't leave her hanging, he replied with something reasonable in between.

"I-I'm just working to pay for school, ma'am, getting what I can, whenever I can." He smoothed the wrinkles in his suit, hoping to worsen his seemingly bad first impression. "I'm not even a guard. I'm more like a concierge, though I can drive people around, too, so I don't even know if that's even the right term." He quickly recognized he was right on the cusp of rambling about his nondescript job position and soon reverted to a more robotic, reserved offer. "A-Anyway, shall I call you two a car?"

"You can do better than that," Lyanna surprisingly interjected, stretching her back with a backward, propped bend. "I'll call your bluff. Drive us home, then. The two of us aren't too much for you in this big city, are we?"

If Melanie's comment sent blood to the guy's face, then Lyanna's did the opposite, blanching it bright from assertive surprise. Though, knowing who they were and what they were known for, such responses were expected in the back of his mind. Nonetheless, he caught Lyanna's declaration of the challenge and accepted it.

"Let me, uh, just grab a key from the station," he stated, pointing back toward the office, "and we'll be on our way. Choose any one of the vehicles by the wall you like, and I'll meet you there."

Like a hummingbird, he zoomed away to grab the nectar of his choosing, leaving the two ladies to converse and corner a car... all the while cutting each other down.

"You were not just charming that child, were you?" Lyanna pressed, strutting over to her friend. "He's young enough to be either of our children, and I know you're not that crazy."

"Of course not, you dunce," Melanie defended, with an eye roll, offended being typecast from a simple false flirtation. "Like I'd court a kid to have a good time." She managed to get a chuckle out of her best friend as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the back of one of the vans. "I'm trying to make that young man into a mannequin. You don't think he'd be a good look for the new line?"

"It's less that and more 'You couldn't have asked more normally?'"

"What's more fitting than looking for fashion models at a meeting for fashion designers?"

"I don't know, giving out a business card and telling him to call you at a normal hour? Damn it!" For a second, Melanie thought that Lyanna was actually mad at her. But the pause just turned out to be a dramatic one, replaced by more giggles. "Damn you, innovative bitch."

Melanie soon joined into the laughing fit. "You know it. See? I'm always making money moves, even if people don't agree with my vision."

Her wording was too specific for it to not be related to and reignite the tensions acclimated over the duration of the meeting she had to hide behind glossy lips and gritting teeth. "We're back to talking about what we were before we found ourselves fighting the architecture, huh?"

"We do too much for too little reward, apparently. Is that what you said?"

"Not... exactly," Lyanna hissed, clicking every T with purpose, "but you're not wrong, either." Leaning back against the trunk, thankful for a siren not going off in the process, she looked up at the ceiling and processed her thoughts. Her memories of the evening.

Drinks. Hors d'oeuvres. Designs for two seasons from now. It wasn't much different than usual. Lyanna's peers had finally gotten used to how she ran her business after so many years of it 'not evolving' except in styles. But it was just tolerance rather than full-on acceptance, and the constant stares and murmurs that they seemed to throw in overtime toward her tonight garnered an equal reaction back: allowed but never wanted.

The worst part of it, aside from the blatant prejudice behind Lyanna's doings, was that they never considered why she does it. Seeing things from her and maybe Melanie's views would be more help than harm. Though, given how they got where they were, they'd forever be oblivious unless she made a scene.

While the two prim pals measured the parking deck to easily house multiple homes, it was barely worthy of an under-bed shoe organizer to the khadra: the larger, other halves opposite their maho selves with whom they shared the world. Well, their nation, at least. One couldn't be sure about the rest of the planet nowadays. Even so, everything Lyanna lived and worked for, no matter how high she rose, would forever be under their noses, perhaps even underfoot.

Simply thinking back to the dastardly door, once again, only made her more upset, remembering how it was basically a metal slab wedged within floor molding shadowed by a nearby stand. The Council could've paid someone to at least act like a security for smaller folk, but the fact that the Center kept their half of the deal was a little reassuring.

Probably one-twelfth of what her full pleasure banks could hold: the standard fraction.

"Sure, we get flooded in respect for our abilities," Lyanna commented, still gazing toward the above ground, "but it's just a cop-out. The collabs we do are never enough; they want more out of us. It's like they assume we have to give them everything not because they deserve it or because it's right but because they're fucking—"

"Ah, here we go," the young guard cut in, to Melanie's favor. Having known her bestie for two decades, she knew he had shown up right on time and prevented an imminent Lyanna explosion. Jiggling his keychain with a glowing smile as he unlocked the van's doors, sidewinding the looks of respective relief and heat diffusion on the ladies' faces, he was completely none the wiser. "We're ready for action. If you'd allow me..."

Continuing his act like a gentleman, he opened the doors for the two women, first Lyanna on the passenger's side of the backseat and then Melanie seated right behind him. Considering they thought they were simply in for a glorified taxi cab ride, they had quite the shock seeing how decked up the innards of the vehicle were. It wasn't a party bus or anything resembling a limo rented for a promenade, but the selection of fun-sized snacks, drinks, and reading material, on top of how comfy the seats and lighting were, was a sight to behold.

The ladies were greatly impressed all around, quickly sharing a look of wonder with each other, but the oblivious driver wouldn't be able to see that, focused only on the job at hand. Plus, the sight of Melanie on her phone and Lyanna already sipping on a tiny water bottle as she looked out her window gave no hint to it, whatsoever. He was happy to see them fully adjusted, totally bounced back from their tumbles and fumbles, and it irked him that he might break that calmness for the last necessities of his job.

"I do apologize for this, but I almost forgot," he said, looking in the rear-view mirror at them as he started the engine. "The Center of Colors has this policy where the drivers have to get crossed confirmations for—" His declaration faltered at the ladies' look of confusion at his jargon, thus needing clarification in common, much more comfortable language. "Basically, they want two forms of authorization for each passenger. Usually, a quick clip where you say your name or something like that should be fine. I know who you are, and I'm sure most others do, too, but it's the tradition. If you wouldn't mind...." He pressed a button on his controls and started recording, signaled by a light on his rear-view mirror and a mechanical bloopy noise. "...giving a quick roll call."

The two thirty-somethings looked at each other, both not saying a word and both testing each other to see who would crack first. After what felt like forever, emphasized by the driver's nervous coughing and wheel tapping to crack the silence, and in a noble act of succession, the first to introduce themselves was,

"Melanie Moore."

Melanie Moore. Chief marketing officer. Queen of advertising. Flirtatious firecracker. Part-time yogi. Slayer of Oswanian style boundaries with her pop-up collections like her golden-hued 'Code Mellow'. C-Cubed's 'Best New Designer' a few years ago because of them. She was happy to have made a name for herself, specifically under her own name, but she knew and never denied that she'd never be where she was if it weren't for,

"Lyanna Paulson." Lyanna fucking Paulson.

Naturally a brunette. Currently a blonde. Visible exercise and sports fanatic. Drink connoisseur. A flash celebrity made in the blink of an eye all based on luck. The epitome of nouveau riche. The youngest member to have been inducted into C-Cubed (and receive its BND award like Melanie) back when she was twenty-four. The Designer of the Year not long after. Melanie's best friend. Also, Melanie's boss, technically, but she rarely states that aloud. She was a lot of things and known for many more. But she was a household name for two.

Her fashion and design company 'Moonsong', along with its occasional luxury dabbles via 'Lunar Serenade', was going fifteen years strong with top sales and quality. Yet, in all of those fifteen years, with the exception of collaborations with industry peers and the even more occasional one-offs, every product was strictly for maho, leading to an aura of presumed racism constantly washing over her.

The two buddies bickered back and forth on the openness of their projects to those that towered over them, each having solid reasons for their views. But, with Lyanna having more say and severity, it always went her way. The threats and attempts of harm that were sent her way in the beginning when people realized her khadra-closed doors weren't just a phase, along with a few every now and then, weren't fun to experience. But even her miffed adversaries and confused familiars had to give her props for standing her ground and defending the safety of her staff, and each trouble always seemed to dissipate as quickly as it came.

That, and all of her giving back to just as many khadran causes as native maho ones helped, but people just seemed to always gloss over that.

Lyanna, even with her brief smile into the camera and mic, was still fuming from the event, and thinking of all her conflicts leading up to it wasn't making it better. Luckily for her, Driver Boy seemed to catch that, even with his back turned. Pushing her was the last thing he wanted to do. He just hoped his body could follow his heart and mind.

"I, uh..." he struggled to speak at first, seeing the coldness in Lyanna's eyes as she gazed into the camera. But that soon passed over, and his goal to make sure the drive did the same launched in full force. "I know you two must be looking for privacy going through the garage," he observed. "It's good that I know some scenic routes around the city. So, please make yourselves comfortable, and enjoy the ride."

Melanie had already found her way back to phone diving toward whatever as the van left the safety of the parking deck and, for the pair of couturiers, waved goodbye to C-Cubed for six months. The carpooling posse simultaneously passed under the art museum's overly cheerful exit sign, getting an eye roll of her own out of Lyanna.

'Thank you for visiting the Center of Colors!' it expectantly exclaimed. That farewell stayed still on the sign, but its lower half in all its mechanical glory had to show off, switching between presumably planned puns every few seconds. The trio managed to go under just as one went off – 'We hope to color you impressed once again really soon!' – and another took its place – 'May we brighten your day with flying colors upon your return!'

The wish for any sort of spectrum wasn't necessary as the aura around was still lively and beaming, perhaps being that last thing Lyanna's somewhat buzzed, water-guzzling person needed in her face.

"Hello, Xesant," she sarcastically greeted the outside world. "Glad to see you're still lively on a Sunday night." From its art-bordering white LEDs to the rainbow of marquees and HIDs along the streets, it was back to the big city they knew so well yet still a long way from home.

Xesant. A city nearly ten million strong by itself, and it looked like all of those citizens had filled the sidewalks like a sardine tin. A gem of Oswana, the city was, despite not being its capital. Half a tourist trap and half a modern marvel... and everything no one would've thought Lyanna would've submerged herself in for two decades. Luckily, she had Melanie by her side through it all, but she only eased the tension, not rid her of it.

She'd never be rid of it as long as she lived there.

Oswana was right at, if not itself being, the intersection of the planet's two historically opposite halves together: the more land- and khadra-filled northern Drakh and the sparser southern Hoemue with the maho. Time followed its course, and the communities came together, finally coalescing at the major metropolis literally on the equator between them: Lyanna's anxiety-driving abode.

Out of all the places in the world, Oswana, especially Xesant, had managed to optimize integration to a T, and it still amazed Lyanna after twenty years seeing it all work in action. It just made no sense in her head.

Watching vehicles and souls that were the size of houses pass by so strongly yet swiftly and never be in the way. Alternating stoplights and substitute paths for both sizes for undisrupted travel. Mismatched yet complementary pairs of windows, doors, and on every building for everyone to have a place to take in their surroundings. Blended groups – a surprisingly large minority – somehow walking in pace with each other, neither too fast nor too slow.

That one khadran girl crossing directly in front of the van – shoes taller and possibly heavier than the vehicle itself – with a maho in hand, losing her balance, and managing to fall with a resonating thud toward the Moonsong troupe with both her companion safely cupped to the chest and all her long and loose limbs snaking between all the tiny cars, including their van, on their side of the road.

All of this at once, emphasized by a cacophony of horn blaring and muffled, concerned voices. Yet, as Lyanna drank her way through more than a handful of bottles in seconds at the sights, the driver didn't even flinch, and Melanie may not have even noticed. Her lockage in her phone was made even more apparent by her following statement, cracking the lull of silence within their four, glass-peeking walls.

"Oh, look," she announced, sliding her phone over to Lyanna's vista. "In case you cared..."

With her nonchalant tone and apparent lack of awareness for her surroundings, even as the driver drove around the still collapsed cohorts, one could've assumed she found an article pertaining to the current slip and trip debacle outside that looked a lot like fake news if it weren't actually true. However, her carelessness was genuinely due to the routine with C-Cubed finally updating their social media and website with details from the meeting's latter half. What particularly caught Melanie's and now Lyanna's eyes was the results of the unimportant-aside-from-a-trophy, aptly named superlative voting, 'In Case You Cared'.

Lyanna usually didn't care enough to view them as soon as they were posted, regardless of having voted herself, mainly waiting until the next morning to see what any newcomers had to offer. However, with Melanie thrusting them in her face, she knew it had to be something interesting. Lo and behold,

"Congrats, Ms. 'Styled and Profiled,'" Melanie praised her bestie, who looked more or less unenthused except for an eyebrow raise. The 'Styled and Profiled' Award. Something between Best Dressed and Most Pulled Together, in the corporate sense. At least, that's what they said it meant. "The glassware company for the awards should just sponsor you at this point. Damn. What is this, your third time getting this? Fourth?"

"Seventh," Lyanna lifelessly corrected, pushing the phone away, "not that it matters." Considering how many times Lyanna earned it, with her reputation, it was probably neither in reality. "Your look is way better than mine. This was probably a brownnosing move, trying to be hyperaware of the culture or whatever."

Melanie chuckled at first at her snide remarks, until she reviewed exactly what Lyanna had said. With every word, she found more and more wrong with her perspective. Was she self-deprecating? Did she genuinely think she was right? What the fuck did she mean by them being 'hyper-aware' of her when no one other than them two knew why someone would even have to be? Melanie retracted her phone and sat in her seat, waiting for any clarifications, but none came, leaving her to ponder for herself with a stony stare. Unfortunately, as much as she tried to do otherwise, only unsavory ideas came to mind. For Lyanna's sake, Melanie hoped, if they turned out to be true, they weren't due to—

"Excuse me, Ms. Paulson, if I may..." Before Melanie had a chance to rebuke, question, or instantly judge her friend's suspicious commentary, the driver felt the need to interject. Luckily for all involved, it had no faults and raised the subconscious heating mood. "...I think you look great."

Lyanna's brows raised at the compliment, and Melanie joined her in shock, though she was more impressed as his bravery in speaking out of turn. He didn't realize that meaning upon looking back at them, seeing their expressions. He figured they were from him only recognizing one of them as opposed to both, and thus he made an addendum.

"N-Not that you don't, too, Ms. Moore," he nervously saved his hide, spouting a just-as-shy smile. "I just—Uh... you both probably earned it, okay?"

Lyanna's face stayed blank, but the driver immediately blushed at the sound of a tip being sent to his phone. Looking behind him to Lyanna's left, Melanie wore a grin of her own as her phone confirmed a scanned QR code and a quick transfer of payment.

"You're already paying him when he hasn't even signed on, yet?" Lyanna inquired, shooting the driver a smug look before turning toward the window... and cringing again at the mongrelized mania of it all. "But, hey, at least you have a good eye on you, wanting to represent the company with people that actually wear our stuff."

The redness on said subject's face instantly flushed back to his natural pallor. From a distance, there was nothing that discerned his uniform from that of any other worker at the Center of Colors. In fact, his pants and polo combo were exactly the same as any other's. But each soul was allowed a few extra freedoms employees had via accessories, body modifying, etc., and he did take part in that. As subtle as he tried to be in doing so, there were sprinkles of a certain brand down his person.

There was no way for them to go unnoticed by their head designers...especially with their owner catching them in his arms as a first impression.

"Uh, yeah," Melanie replied matter-of-factly. "He obviously knows how to read a room, er, van... and speaking of..." Going restless, once again, Melanie relocated to her seat's edge, setting a hand on the driver's chair back. "Hey, uh, I don't think you actually introduced yourself. What did your code say? Bryan? Bradley?"

"Br-Brenden, actually," the driver corrected, at least relinquishing anonymity. "I can't believe you noticed my gear."

He ran a hand across the small charm at the helix piercing on his left ear that matched a ring on his opposite hand, both pieces from a years-old collection. He would've twirled his feet and ankles around, too, showing off their extremely new shoes, both in age and ownership, but driving kept them still. The job correspondingly reminded him of a concern that was sure to get him penalized if he didn't address it soon.

"I also can't believe I haven't asked where I'm supposed to take you two," he chuckled, attempting to hide the ringing of his inner panic alarm. "Where did you have in mind? The Moonsong office?"

The ladies looked at each other briefly – Melanie slumping back again to face Lyanna head-on – to make a choice. The mistress of marketing implied, "I wouldn't mind heading there. It's not like we can do a late- or half-day tomorrow if we run super late doing random bullshit." A smirk briefly popped on Lyanna's mug. "Though," Melanie then countered, thus dropping said smile, "there were some, uh, biz things... I wanted to talk to you about."

"And, it's nothing you can't screen me at home?" Lyanna fought. By her tone alone, Melanie knew her idea had pancaked. "Mel, I love you, but I want to go home, sleep, and forget today."

The night had gone somewhat uncomfortably for them both, despite Lyanna's award, so she couldn't be blamed for not wanting to deal with anything anymore. But, Melanie shuddered, knowing how much more difficult things were going to become from it. She didn't want to make it worse, so she kept it to herself.

"A-Alright," she conceded. "I still want to head there. Your place in deeper inward, anyway, so I can get Brenden here to circle around and stop on by for a bit before going back to CC." A mutter of acceptance poked out of Lyanna before Melanie, at last, gave Brenden a destination. "Just head on over to T-Sa if you can, please. At least close enough to where Ly won't fall on her face if she'll need to walk."

The implication of inebriation was concerning, and the increased reference to some Moonsong deal was hyped as hell, but of all things to catch Brenden's attention, Lyanna's home was the showstopper. A fitting one but a surprise, nonetheless.

"You live at Sat Ave!?" he gasped, beaming through the rear-view mirror at her.

T-Sa. Sat Ave. Ten Saturn Avenue. One of the ritziest and private locales in all of Oswana, in spite of it being one of the most noticeable silhouettes in the lower Xesant skyline. Lower mutually in latitude and the height of its inhabitants. Only maho allowed. It was a sight to behold, but to Lyanna, it was the one place she could call her own. A fortress to be reckoned with. Literally.

"If you say anything," Lyanna hissed, jerking her eyes to Brendan's with a glower that could crack glass, "I will end you."

"Uh... I... N-Noted." Like the lapdog he was and now felt like, too, he complied, focusing back on the roads, pinning down the complex in his mental GPS, and heading on his way.

Melanie groaned at Lyanna's aggression, but rather than calling it out, she simply rolled her eyes and let it be. After all, from what it looked like, she had a long night ahead of her, and all of her energy should be saved for then. Well, most of it. The quietness that had encroached in the van quickly grew uncomfortable, leading to soft small talk between the driver and the fully-present passenger.

Lyanna let her eyes close, taking away the towering shadows and reverberations of titanic travel on all sides. The escapism, though brief, was blissful, opening opportunities to ponder plans for the upcoming week and beyond.

As they distanced themselves from downtown, the ratio of khadra decreased to nothing. The signs and sights of the borough where she burrowed on the daily shined to greet its golden girl. Through her slumber, it was easy to see her body adjust to its most familiar surroundings. Perfect tranquility... but it, unfortunately, had to end.

Brenden pulled into the drop-off lane of Ten Saturn Avenue, where a doorperson approached the van to help her out before halting and waiting outside her door, made aware of her still napping self. Melanie, risking a slapping fit her way, bit the bullet and rocked Lyanna back to the real world. Her waking softness resembled that of a baby; however, her too-old-for-this-shit sentimentalities soon broke through, along with the groan-inducing headaches that should've been here a long time ago.

"Welcome back, L.P.," Melanie greeted, thanking the gods for a passive awakening. "It's your stop."

A sequence of incoherent mumbles entered the airspace as the drowsy damsel attempted opening her door. The doorperson, seeing those multiple failures, eventually aided her exit, grabbing a hand then bracing around her back. Melanie, meanwhile, made out everything she was trying to say – a skill she had perfected after twenty years of tipsiness – amalgamating it all into a simple assurance,

"Nah, don't worry. You don't have to do anything. I've got this." Lyanna, even in her word salad of a mind, didn't feel too sure of that. But a quick kiss of valediction on the cheek sent her way made all those worries vanish and replaced them with giggling. "Now, get up there before you pass out."

More laughs ensued, but Lyanna eagerly obeyed, blowing a kiss back as her doorperson led her away. "Don't stay up too late, Mel!" she directed. "You, too, Brenden! None of us need eye bags."

Brenden, almost too in awe of the glamorous complex to catch her speaking, was surprised to be included in the farewell, even more so with a happy tone. Nonetheless, he appreciated it whole-heartedly, joining Melanie in waving her goodnight as she disappeared from view.

He took some time to calm from his high-fashion high before setting his course to Moonsong. However, before he drove off, Melanie locked him in place, reaching from the back to the steering wheel. He started to panic again, not even considering the presumably sweeter of the dynamic duo as a threat. The look on her face clearly showed a hidden craftiness that curdled his blood. Little did he know that none of it had to do with him.

No, actually, it slightly did. That cash drop Melanie made to him allowed for some new insight to reach her. He was more than qualified for plans she had had in the works for what felt like forever. His future modeling was only the tip of the iceberg, and she proved it by asking the last question along that path he ever expected to hear,

"Hey, Brenden, you had an order for alterations recently... but it wasn't for you, was it?"

[cherry3point14]

Castiel the Demon Slayer

Pairing: Platonic TWF.

Prompt: Something with BAMF!Cas By a cutie pie nonnie.

Words: 1,607.

Warnings: Like there’s actually some fluff in this and then suddenly there isn’t. Demons. Almost dying.

A/N: I just kind of just went with my gut here for this extended drabble. Fic 3 for my followers celebration. Halfway through, are you proud of me?

Ao3 link if you prefer.

Hunting wasn’t always, as Dean put it, awesome. You loved killing bad guys but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a mess, like, ninety percent of the time. Too many hunts you’d come home stained in blood that wasn’t yours and had to scrub your skin raw. On more than one occasion you’ve been injured because, you know, everything is trying to kill you. And the worst part is when you don’t, or can’t, save everyone.

It’s really exhausting sometimes. 

So, you have to make the most of the little things. You start getting way too attached to creature comforts like your favorite cereal because it’s a constant in your life that you can rely on. You splurge on shampoo fancier than Sam’s because you’re worth it. And you treasure every second you get to spend with the boys.

The best part is they’re giant softies. They once told you about a big ol’ teddy bear they’d dealt with as part of a wishing well case and to this day you kind of suspect they were talking metaphorically about themselves because they are the giant teddy bears.

Sam loves romantic comedies. He’ll never say the words, but he goddamn loves them. You’d discovered this completely by accident while you’d been thoroughly enjoying some mashed potatoes and he threw out a, “I’ll have what she’s having.” Now you were at the point where neither of you needed to discuss it. After a bad hunt, you’d find each other and watch something cheesy and ridiculous together just to let the obvious happy ending put huge, dumb smiles on your faces.

Dean is a bit of a foodie. He hides it behind eating too much pie and too many cheeseburgers. But he’s a total slut for the kind of fancy food that has a home on Instagram. Not that he understands Instagram. You’d been working in New York, well actually you were in New Jersey hunting werewolves but close enough. After the furries were taking care of you were exhausted but he’d wanted to drive through the city. You hadn’t questioned it because you both deserved whatever the hell you wanted after all the killing. The lights made the drive seem like a movie and you’d quickly fallen asleep against the window. Then you’re woken by Dean slamming the driver’s side door except now he’s got a bunch of takeout boxes filled with things like raclette, which you describe as cheesy heaven when you try it. Since then he always shares his new food discoveries with you.

But neither of those two compared with Cas. Cassie Cas Cas. The times you’d spent with Cas may have been limited to what you call ‘peacetime’ but that was how you liked it. You didn’t have some big story about discovering a secret little quirk of his because his quirks weren’t a secret. That honesty might be the cutest thing about him. And the fact that he’s so game for anything. Sometimes you could have real dire needs. Like watching videos of cats and dogs being friends and needing to hang out with some cuddly animals. Cas always understands. He goes with you to the animal shelter and helps you pretend you’re looking to adopt just so you can hug the shit out of as many dogs as you can. He seemed to enjoy it too, everyone wins.

Cas was the fluffiest cloud in the sky. Logically you know he’s this ancient, powerful being but at the same time, he once let you paint his nails the same colour as his eyes.

Or, at least, that was your opinion until today.

Today you’ve fucked up. It happens to the best of us, it just so happens that today it’s on you.

Dean and Sam aren’t back from their hunt yet, they’re on the way home and driving as fast as they can because they know you’re an idiot, but they’re still not here. Dean told you repeatedly to leave it alone, ordered you actually, but you’d told him it would be easy, and you never responded well to orders anyway.

It’s just a little demon to take care of. All the signs are there, and this black-eyed son of a bitch has already killed three people. You have an angel blade, it’ll be fine. You already stayed home on bed rest because you got cut up a week ago but now you’re fighting fit again and the last thing you want to see is this demon kill any more people.

But Dean, and Sam in the background, tell you to wait. Knowing that you won’t. You’re feeling pretty sure of yourself. It’s not like you’ve never snagged a demon before.

The problem is you’re so gagging to get back out there that you hadn’t noticed that two of the victims died in different locations at the same time, which already spells more than one douche. You'd stormed ahead anyway. 

It’s how you end up tied to a chair with one of them balancing you over a tenth-floor balcony for fun. The only thing keeping you from a loony toons style death is the back two chair legs teetering dangerously near to the edge and the demons hand around your throat.

You’re pretty sure you’d be dead by now if Sam hadn’t called. His name flashing up on your phone was a blessing and a curse. Being associated with the Winchesters means they haven’t killed you immediately because they’ve decided to keep you as leverage. But it also means they’re playing with you. The big guy says he likes to hear your screams through the dirty material gagged in your mouth. Unbeknownst to him, you made a snappy comeback about hearing his screams soon enough but through the gag, it’s just a series of noises.

Unfortunately, you’re one slip of his hand away from becoming a human omelet when the door to the apartment flies off of its hinges. Literally flies. Not kicked in, the wood just propels forward like a bomb has gone off behind it. The demon holding you is so shocked that he lets you go and you’d swear that’s it. You can feel gravity clinging to you now that nothing is holding you in place. You chair spends a slow-motion moment wobbling like it’s not quite sure what to do with you.

Gravity wins. Wind is the only thing at your back and even the rancid material in your mouth can’t completely deafen the scream that’s ripped from your throat. You’re falling.

You’re meant to die saving someone. Not this bad action film death. 

Then there’s a hand, it wraps into the material of your shirt and yanks you forward, to safety, and just like that, you’re not dying today. When you look up you’d never expect to see the face attached to the hand that saved you.

Cas. But not your fluff ball Cas.

This is someone you’ve never met. This is Castiel and he’s furious like he carries thunder in his chest. Every muscle of his body is tense but moves fluidly at the same time, as if he was created for this one purpose. To fight. The blue in his eyes is as dark as the night sky and there are these angry lines carved into his face that you’ve never seen, contorting him into a caricature of the angel you thought you knew.

You see all of this in a second because as soon as all four legs of your chair hit the floor he’s moving again. Slow and measured as if there’s no urgency in the world towards the first of the three demons. You’re not sure why they’re still here but at this point you wouldn’t be surprised if that is Cas too, forcing them to stay somehow.

Even from outside and looking through the glass double doors the sight is awe-inspiring. He clamps a hand over the demon’s head with such force that his meatsuit might have gone through the floor. Instead, the demon burns, smote in a flash of light that’s both stunning and terrifying. You have to squint so as not to be blinded by it.

All you can do is watch as Cas saves you and finishes the job in the time it takes you to remember how to breathe. One by one they’re all ended, not an ounce of mercy or remorse in his actions. Not that the black-eyed bastards deserved mercy it’s just, Cas is so… you’ve never seen him so…

He’s a fucking badass.

When he finally turns back to you, still standing amongst the husks of the demons he’s just slain, there’s a second where you worry that it’s your turn next. He’s still primed and ready to kill at a moment’s notice and he’s looking at you.

It's only as he takes steps towards you that he melts in front of your very eyes. You see the warrior get locked away moments before he reaches you and unties your limbs.

With your hands finally free you both remove the cloth from your mouth and wrap your arms around Cas in one motion. He hugs you back like he always has, firm and safe while you shake a little in his arms. He didn’t just save you from demons, but you’d been falling. He saved you from dying tonight.

“Cas, that was amazing. I mean I’ve never seen you- you’re…” And there’s nothing that quite sums it up like your previous thought, “buddy, you’re a badass.”

He cocks his head at you when you pull back, maybe it’s because of the wetness you’re trying to blink away, “seriously, thank you.”

His face is a shadow of the soldier that saved you but there’s still a threatening flash of it as he speaks. “Nobody hurts the people I love.”

[yoosungiib]

RFA + Saeran's reaction to a Mint Eye brainwashed MC and their attempts to snap her out of it? :o

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC brainwashed by Mint Eye

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★ Yoosung ★

When you were kidnapped, he was crushed. When he found you, he was overfilled with joy. When you tried to kill him, he was heartbroken.

He took you back to the apartment with you slouched under his arms and a begrudging look on your face.

He watched as you cut yourself off from the world, barricading yourself in your room.

Yoosung tried to connect with you again, show you affection, but you pushed him away and always yelled at him.

He tried to get you back, but you rejected him and put yourself in a bubble.

So he did the only thing he could think to do.

Play LOLOL.

Crouched in the corner at the back of the room, you watched as the avatars on the screen fought with each other, and you listened to the weird action music that played in the background.

One day, you approached him and asked what he was doing.

Hiding his smile, he told you of the game like you’d never heard of it before. He pulled a chair besides him and showed you every aspect of the game.

“I… I like this game,” you softly said.

Yoosung grinned, taking your hand and watching as you looked at in shock. “I know you do.”

Soon, he helped you to set up an account, create a character, and join his guild.

As time went by, you two played LOLOL and began to connect with each other again. He watched as your dull face became bright once again, and how you smiled more often than not. And for you, you were falling in love all over again.

♪ Zen ♪

Your palm made hard connection with his face, and yet he took it, knowing it didn’t compare to the pain he felt when he found you in a fragile state, already broken and abused, and your mind so buried deep.

He wouldn’t allow you to be succumbed by the darkness, so he stook by you.

But it was hard. You were once a very gentle, kind girl, but now you’d become hateful and cruel.

You would call him ugly, tried to pull out his hair, scratched at his face.

When you finally fell asleep, outside your door he slid to the ground with his head in his hands.

More than anything, he wanted to just cry and break down, but he wanted to remain strong for you. But it was so hard to watching you crack in front of him.

Without really thinking, he started singing; the cutie pie song.

He used to sing it to you when you were stressed, upset, scared, or if you just asked him to. So against the door, he started to sing it. He didn’t expect a response.

And yet he got one.

“Why… why do I know that song?” he heard through the door. Your voice cracked as you cried behind the door, confused with everything.

Zen rested his head against the door, smiled, and whispered, “You love that song.”

“I… I do.”

You started to warm up to him, still kept your distance from him sometimes, but you began to talk to him again, hang out with him.

It felt like a dark cloud was finally dispersing, and the sunlight was consuming you and bringing you back to sanity.

And you realized the sunlight was Zen, and that he waited it out until the dark cloud had disappeared. Never leaving you. 

❀ Jaehee ❀

She watched as you aimlessly stared out the window, the liveliness of your soul having withered away, now turning you into a brittle shell.

“M…MC?”

You never responded besides a grunt every so often. She sighed, heading back to the kitchen feeling defeated and hopeless.

She twiddled with the ring on her finger, the one you gave her for her birthday.

She wondered if she would ever get you back to your regular self again, or if this would be what it’s like for the rest of your life.

No way was she willing to give up, but she could admit that same routine of trying to get you to talk to her become tiring.

She sat behind you on the couch, sipping on her coffee and just staring at your back. She pulled out the remote and switched the TV on. Usually, she’d put on something she knew you really enjoyed, but it didn’t have the same effect like it used to.

This time, she put on Zen’s musical, kicking back and relaxing while keeping a close eye on you.

However, she was so engrossed with Zen’s talents and look that while she watched the DVD, she hadn’t realized you had turned towards the TV and were watching too, just as attentive as she.

Jaehee’s face lit up when she saw you watching. Progress! She’s making progress. “Would you like me to turn it up? Do you want to sit with me?”

You look towards her, a little tentative at first, but slowly nodded and crawled over to her, sitting on the floor with your head resting on the cushions.

This was the first time in ages Jaehee didn’t feel so hopeless or futile. You had finally moved from your seat at the window to next to her, to watch a film.

She felt so happy, and as if she could just sink into the couch with pure joy.

☂ Jumin ☂

“Get away from me!”

He recoiled back, evident pain on his face from your dismissal to his affection, but he understood.

You were not in your right mind. In fact, you weren’t even yourself at this point. You were a whole other person.

He did everything money could do with taking you to therapy, getting you any medication necessary.

But you rejected all of it, throwing tantrums and screaming at him to leave you alone. It broke his heart every day to see you so disoriented.

He thought back to the days where you’d both sit outside in the garden and sip on wine, holding each others hands and snuggling close to each other.

Now if he ever came into a miles radius of you, you would lash out.

The guards told him you were a threat to his safety and you should be sent to a hospital, but he refused to let you go and he refused to give up on you.

He knew if he kept trying or just kept faith, that you would one day come back to him.

But it was taking so long.

Until he saw you lying on the ground, but not alone. Elizabeth tucked under your arm struggling. He noticed you were crying. You looked up at him with puffy eyes and whimpered,

“Why does she struggle? Why doesn’t she like me? Why does nobody love me?”

From across the room, he slowly sat down on the floor and gave you a gentle smile.

“I love you.”

You shook your head frantically, sputtering, “No, you don’t. You don’t love me, they told me that-”

“They lied to you. I love you so much. I love you with all my heart, and I will always love you.”

The tears continued to pour as you hunched downwards and cried into your palms, wiping at your face furiously every so often.

Slowly, tentatively, he approached you and knelt before you. Gently taking your hands in his. For the first time since he found you, you didn’t recoil or flinch, but instead looked up into his gray eyes pleading for help.

Carefully, he pulled you against his chest and allowed you to cry into his shirt, his hand running up your back and petting your hair.

“I’ll always love you.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Seven watched as you destroyed the robo cat with your shoe, screaming at it to shut up and leave you alone, that you hated it.

There was once a time you loved that robot, and a time you treasured it.

He wanted to curl into a ball and cry, anguished at have to see you suffer. 

He remembered rescuing Saeran, and the trauma his brother went through, and now you were going through it. Seven didn’t want to deal with this again, and yet he had to.

Seven restrained you, holding your arms behind your back as you repeated the same thing Saeran once tried to do;

Take a knife and plunge it through your heart.

You spat in his face, kicked at him, struggled, and he didn’t let you go.

He held onto you and finally started to cry into your hair, 

And that was when you stopped.

You were confused to why he was crying and blubbering such incoherent words into your tangled hair. You turned your head to look at him, but he was holding onto you so tightly you couldn’t move.

“Why are you crying? Stop crying. I don’t like it,” you snapped. You felt pain in your heart, but not the usual pain you had. You didn’t recognize this pain as you listened to him cry.

“Stop it,” you repeated yourself. “Stop it!”

But he kept crying, and soon you found yourself crying as you finally realized why the pain in your heart was so different.

It was because it hurt to see him break against you.

You wanted to make it stop, but you didn’t know how. You couldn’t find the right words like you once could. You knew you still loved him deep down, you didn’t understand why you were acting the way you were. You didn’t understand what was happening to you.

You wanted to comfort him but you couldn’t.

“Saeyoung, please stop crying. I don’t want to hear you cry.”

The redhead stopped, sniffling and turning you around in his arms. He went to wipe away your tears but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist and looking up into his equally tearful eyes.

“I’ll try,” you started. “I will. Please help me.”

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

He killed everyone one of them when he found you.

Tortured, bruised, destroyed, drugged, disoriented. 

When you woke up from your daze, you were confused and scared and you lashed out, trying to get out of his grip as he took you to your room.

He left you alone for a bit, knowing all too much about the power of the elixr you were surely given. He banged his fist against the wall repeatedly, cursing himself for not protecting you better and not being stronger.

This was the time for him to be strong, he determined.

You never gave up on him, and he was not going to give up on you.

He entered the room you were in; the room that was both of yours, and yet he hadn’t been in that bed for over a week.

You recognized him. You remembered him. You still loved him. You knew you two were together. And yet you couldn’t stand the thought of him near you. You couldn’t stand to look at his face or hear his voice.

So you shied away.

When he started to talk, you covered your ears and pulled your knees to your chest.

He came into your room about 10 times a day to tell you about what was going on in the RFA, what was on the news, what he read in his books, and every time, you covered your ears and hid your face.

One day he didn’t come in, and it confused you.

You wanted him to come although you knew you would turn away from him. Pulling yourself off the ground, you went to look for him.

It was a huge step just to open the door, and yet you did. You walked around the house, your feet against the cold hardwood floor.

You heard the television and followed the sound. There you saw him on the couch watching TV, eating a bowl of ice cream.

You turned your head and said, “Why did you come to me?”

Saeran looked back at you and told you he thought you didn’t want to see him. He watched as you resisted moving your arms to cover your ears, and it made him smile. He asked if you wanted to sit with him, watch the television too.

Slowly, you sat next to him on the other side of the couch, and every so often moved closer and closer until your head rested against his shoulder.

He grinned, finally feeling like things were going back to normal. You had made a lot of progress just by getting out the door. He was so happy and proud. And god, he just loved you.

He’d always stick by your side, and he’d always protect you for the rest of his life.

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you have a crush on who? (Sam Holland x reader)

Requested: nope. I had the idea cause I saw too many ‘’Sam’s day’’ stuff lol and just got the fucking feels, besides who doesn’t love this cutie pie that Sam is. 

Description: Sam has a crush on Y/N, and has trouble trying to tell them that he fancies them a lot.

Warnings: some language, of course some curses as it wouldn’t be an imagine of mine without it. Angsty feels! Some fluff. Alcohol involved! Also reader smokes but ain’t a big deal, if you feel uncomfortable with that I’m sorry.

Note: They/them reader! I want everyone to feel included on this imagine! Thanks for reading btw this is my first time doing a Sam Holland Imagine omg. Really hope you like it!

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‘’Y/N, I... I like you’’, Sam finally let out while the red flushed his cheeks on a rather fast way. ‘’Yeah! I really like you!’’

‘’Oh my god’’

Sam rapidly turned around, tripping with his own feet as he faced the door and held himself from the wall next to him, that stopping him from falling. His face got even more red, if it was physically possible, just as Tom leaned on the frame of the door and started to laugh.

‘’You have a crush on Y/N?!’’

‘’Wh-what?! No!’’, Sam said just as he walked up to his dresser and grabbed a jacket, his cheeks now a lighter pink. Sam was annoyed, he knew now Tom wouldn’t stop annoying him for that.

‘’Oh, come on! I heard you’’, Tom said just as he entered the room and walked towards him. ‘’Y/N, I like you!’’, he imitated him on a dramatic way, his hands reaching his chest on a really dramatic way as well.

‘’Oh, shut up’’ Sam said as he faced him again, Tom was smiling on that way that he knew already. ‘’Oh no, no! Tom...’’

‘‘Come on! People need to know about this’‘, he said smiling, starting to walk to the door.

‘‘Stanley, don’t you dare’’, as soon as Sam said his full name Tom just smiled even more. Sam knew he made a mistake.

‘‘Stanley... okay’’, he nodded.

‘‘No, Tom plea...’‘, Sam started to say.

But it was already too late, Tom just started to run downstairs where a lot of people were already there, with beers on their hands and whatever other alcohol mix Harrison made earlier. This was the worst time ever Tom got to know about his crush because they had a party.

Sam was fast, but Tom was faster.

‘’Sam has a crush on Y/N!’’, Tom shouted out repeatedly as he let out loud chuckles, some people not even paying attention to whatever he was saying.

‘’No way!’’ Harrison shouted back as Tom and Sam runned pass the kitchen.

‘’I knew it already’’, Harry commented loudly to Harrison as he acted not surprised about it. Meanwhile Harrison acting falsely ‘’offended’’.

‘’Oh, for fucks sake’’, Sam just looked at them but just kept running. Y/N could be there at any moment, they could be there right now! And Sam knew they couldn’t get to know it in that way.

It would be a disaster.

‘‘Sam really, really likes Y/N!’‘, Tom shouted again as he ran around the pool, the music was loud and no one was really paying attention to him.

‘‘Tom shut the fuck up!’‘

‘‘No! That’s what you get for calling me Stanley’‘, he shouted back at him, running again into the house.

More people were coming in and Tom kept shouting as he ran, dodging the people to not hit anyone and then create a big mess on the house. Sam was almost done with it as he didn’t see any glimpse of them, when he suddenly saw them just entering the party.

No.

‘‘Tom!’’, Sam shouted even louder as he ran towards his annoying older brother, that obviously getting Y/N’s attention and making them walk towards them.

No, no. Sam kept repeating on his mind.

‘‘What?!’’, Tom responded but just kept talking. ‘‘Attention everybody, Sam really likes Y...’‘ but the words died on his throat just as he turned around and saw them standing right in front of them. ‘‘Y/N... hi!’‘

‘‘Tom! Hi’‘, they just smiled and raised a bit their eyebrows. ‘‘So, keep talking’’

‘‘What’’, that was the only thing Tom could say.

Asshole. 

Y/N kind of looked behind Tom and saw Sam, smiling immediately as their cheeks flooded with a light pink. Looking amazing, that’s all Sam could think.

‘‘Yeah! Who does Sam really like?’’, they asked again.

‘‘I-uh... I’‘, Sam started to say while stuttering a bit, his cheeks as red as a tomato.

‘‘Oh! Yeah! What I was saying is that Sam really likes... this song’‘, Tom finally said as he looked back at Sam, that was having a mental breakdown in that exact moment. ‘‘Right?’’

‘’What’’

‘’You really like this song, don’t you?’’

‘‘Huh, yeah... right, I do!’’, he finally nodded as he looked at Y/N which was of course looking at them on a suspicious way. ‘‘It’s so good’‘, he added as he danced on a weird way, making them giggle as Tom just looked at him on a weird way.

‘‘God, I really need to teach you how to dance’‘, he rolled his eyes as he took Sam by his shoulder and made him get closer to them. ‘‘Good luck’’, he whispered just for him.

‘‘You’re an asshole... but thank you’’, Sam whispered back earning a little smile from Tom just as he walked away from them both.

‘‘So you really like this song, huh’’, they said after some seconds in silence.

‘‘What?’’, Sam looked back at them with big and startled eyes, his heart pounding as hard as it could. He was so nervous.

‘‘The song’’, they said still smiling. When they were around him they never stopped smiling and honestly, he loved that.

‘‘Oh yeah! It’s amazing’‘ he nodded and finally listened to the song, this being the first time he ever heard it... and he didn’t really like it, if he was honest. ‘‘I love the beat’’, he added and then kind of regretted it because it sounded a bit sarcastic, ‘‘anyway, do you want something to drink?’‘

‘‘For sure, I haven’t been here for too long and I need one’‘, they said on a nice tone, making Sam smile.

‘‘Great! Then stay here, I’ll be right back’‘

‘‘Sure, babe’‘, they said on a cheeky way, hiding a little smile as they said it.

Babe.

Sam kept repeating the nickname on his mind as he went to the kitchen and grabbed two cans of beer, he couldn’t stop smiling because of that. It was the first time they ever called him like that. 

He could get used to being called like that, he liked it.

He wasn’t even aware of his surrounding until he looked up and saw Harrison, Tom and Harry looking at him with big smiles. They all made thumbs up as he looked at them, and he couldn’t help but smile as he rolled his eyes.

Idiots.

He quickly turned around and started walking back to the living room, he began to make his way to where they were just some minutes before but he didn’t see them there so he just started to look around until he found them.

His smile disappeared almost immediately as his heart dropped.

They were there, in the couch sat next to someone as they kept chatting on a rather excited way. With already a drink on their hand as this person kept touching them as they talked.

Sam couldn’t help but feel wrong about walking towards them and interrupting the conversation, after all Y/N looked like they were having a great time right now. So he decided to not interrupt and just kept going with the party.

With a slight difference, locked on his room.

He eventually came out of his room again. After drinking the two cans of beer in less than 5 minutes and getting thousands of messages from friends that were downstairs that  wanted to see him. 

He felt more confident after the alcohol started to run through his veins, he didn’t even care anymore about the reason he went back to his room again so he just went downstairs and had the time of his life.

Meaning, he got wasted.

Well, not even as wasted as he originally wanted. After all the party was on his house and his parents would kill him if they saw any kind of damage in their house. They would kill them, actually, including Harrison. 

But Tom and Harrison were long time gone and super wasted, and Harry was not even on sight. 

So he was alone and the longer he saw his friends getting drunker and drunker, making more mess than before, the less he kept drinking eventually drinking just water. He felt like the adult in the party, and he hated it.

The only good thing about being sober enough was that he could notice when Y/N was coming so he could leave the room, he felt his actions were childish but they kept being around that person and honestly he was too jealous to even act right.

And also, he felt kind of heartbroken. Because honestly he has been crushing on Y/N for quite... a really long time.

Eventually the party started to die down as people kept leaving the house and he just looked at them leave, he was saying goodbye to some friends when he saw that person leaving... just that holding hands with someone that wasn’t Y/N, obviously. He couldn’t help but walk inside looking for them instantly.

‘’Samwell!!’’, Harrison shouted as he chuckled from upstairs. Hair totally messed up, and well... still drunk. ‘’Why so worried, what is uppp my dude?’’

‘’Have you seen Y/N?’’

‘’Huh yeah! Actually they are up here’’, Harrison smiled and just kept walking upstairs.

‘’What... why?’’, Sam started to go upstairs immediately, skipping some steps.

‘’We all were watching a movie... they are now in the balcony, though’’, Harrison said while yawning, then raising a bit his eyebrows as he kind of hit him with his elbow. ‘’Are you gonna make your move on them?’’

‘’Oh, shut up asshole’’, Sam couldn’t help but blush as he started to walk towards the balcony. Feeling really nervous all of sudden.

But without thinking much about it he just got out to the balcony, making them look back as a bit of smoke escaped from their lips, making them look slightly more attractive than they already were.

‘’Sam!’’, they said on an excited way making him smile as he kept walking towards them. ‘’I’m still waiting for my drink’’

‘’Huh’’, that made Sam stop on his tracks as he started to blush even more, Y/N on the other hand just laughed.

‘’It’s okay’’, they said as they smoked a little bit more, again, looking slightly more attractive than always. ‘’What happened to you, anyway? I missed you down there’’

They were really interested on the answer and actually even a bit worried, then they just looked a bit down as the seconds passed and Sam didn’t answer yet. ‘’I didn’t even see you in the whole party, actually’’

‘’I-uh, I’m sorry’’, Sam nodded and sat in the little couch that was right in front of them, looking up at them with a little smile. Like kind of apologizing. ‘’I was taking care of my friends, and the house, and... I’m sorry’’

He nodded saying no and closed his eyes, they weren’t even looking at him. So he spoke again after some seconds of a weird silence between them.

‘’Actually, I just saw you with this person and... you looked like you were having so much fun and I- I-...’’, he nodded saying no and looked up at them again. Y/N was now kind of smiling. ‘’Wha-’’

‘’You mean Alex?... well, they are just an old friend’’, Y/N said letting out the final part of the smoke, throwing away the cigarette and just sitting next to Sam. ‘’they were here with their SO, and I was kind of third wheeling the whole night’’

Oh... shit.

Sam couldn’t help but feel stupid and embarrassed at the same time, just feeling like an idiot as his cheek started to get more and more red, if it was even possible. His skin felt like burning.

‘’I had a great time though! It was an amazing party, Sam’’, they said laying their back on the sofa, like finally resting from the party.

Sam just let his body fell next to theirs just feeling really tired and stupid. He looked at them immediately and realised they were just inches away of each other, neither of them got away though, so they just stood there.

‘’I am really sorry’’, he finally spoke.

‘’It’s fine’’, they smiled and suddenly just got closer to him, laying their head on his shoulder as they just got more comfortable on the couch. ‘’I had a nice time, I’m just really tired now, is this fine?’’

‘’Y-yeah! It’s completely fine, it’s p-perfect’’, Sam rolled his eyes as he said that, feeling as he was too nervous, but how couldn’t he?

‘’Did you have a good time?’’, they asked on a soft voice.

‘’Well, you can say I did’’, he kind of shrugged and then quickly apologized, making them giggle.

‘’It’s okay... what do you mean by that?’’

‘’Had lots of fun at the beginning the booze started to come in my way... then well, everything started to get a bit messier, I think my parents will kill us because of...’’

‘’The huge hole Malcolm made on the kitchen?’’, Y/N finished for him.

‘’Holy shit, yes’’, Sam laughed with them as they slightly got closer.

‘’What about the table that’s laying in the bottom of the pool?’’ they said, casually.

‘’The what?!’’, Sam kind of shouted, actually surprised.

‘’Oh... you didn’t know that... well yeah’’

They just looked at each other and started to laugh, talking about the party and then quickly about his crazy trips with Harrison, Tom and Harry, and then the subjects just changed as fast as they came.

Talking about anything, and the awkwardness and nervousness they both were feeling wasn’t there anymore. It just felt right.

And soon the time went flying as well, from minutes to hours, and before they knew the sun was already coming out. Both of them feeling tired enough but still wanting to talk, most of their sentences finishing in yawns and little laughs.

Soon enough they were kind of cuddling, as his hand reached their hair and softly started to caress it, some seconds later making them finally get the courage to hug him fully as they got totally closer to him.

Both feeling sleepy and... in some way, complete.

‘’Sam’’, they whispered after being some minutes in silence.

‘’Y/N’’

‘’Are you awake?’’, they asked on a really light voice, honestly more asleep than awake at this point.

‘’Yes, that’s why I’m talking right now’’, Sam responded with a soft smile.

‘’Right... you know... earlier in the party’’, they said between yawns. ‘’I was hoping Tom would say you liked me’’

Sam couldn’t help but blush again, feeling just really nervous. He didn’t say anything as he felt his throat closing, he just couldn’t say anything right now.

‘’Cause you know what?’’, they whispered now really low, only for him to hear. ‘’I was hoping you would like me as much as I do’’

And just at the end of that sentence Y/N was totally asleep, still hugging Sam on a rather tight but sweet way.

Sam couldn’t believe it, he was still trying to process the information on his mind as he kept repeating those words over and over. Feeling as the smile on his face started to grow bigger and bigger every second it passed.

He didn’t feel good, he felt amazing.

And just as he finally closed his eyes and his finger were still caressing their hair, he finally got the courage to whisper:

‘’Great, cause I really, really like you Y/N, like you have no idea’’

[ask-princess-slaughter-shy]

Princess Slaughter Shy 2 (Page 4)

An original My Little Pony Creepypasta by Zaine McCartney 

“Say no more!” She zipped around the room like a bat out of hell, gathering pots and pans and bowls and spoons along with ingredients such as milk, butter, eggs, cupcake mix, frosting, refridgerated green apples, sugar, sprinkles, and an apple slicer. She preheated one of the many ovens and got to work mixing.

     She had already gotten the ingredients mixed fully and placed into the oven before Night even had a chance to sit down. He was absolutely stunned at how fast she was. The only thing she had left to do was chop the apples into eight even pieces and she had that task done in a record time of ten seconds. Cupcakes usually took seven to ten minutes to bake so during this time her and Night played a game of Go Fish with a deck of cards. Pinkie had already collected sex sets while Night had only four.

     “Do you have any nines?” Asked Night.

     “Go Fish.” Pinkie giggled.

     Night drew another card from the deck and sat another set in his pile of matches. The timer then started to go off prompting Pinkie to push pause on the game and trot to the oven. The whole building was filled with their wondrous scent, practically making anypony who walked by salivate and want to come in for a sample.

     Meanwhile on the other end of town Sky Soarer stood at the edge of the porch staring at a white door that stood in his way of seeing his parents and son again. He was shaking, not from nerves but from a flood of fledgling emotions that swept through his heart. He wanted to get his bareings in order before he saw his family. He lifted his right front hoof and knocked on the door four times then backed up a few steps and eagerly waited  for the door to open.

     A middle-aged mare with light grey hair pulled back into a loose bun and a soft blue coat opened the door. Her posture went as stiff as a wooden board and her right front hoof shot up unintentionally. Her eyes were the only part of her that was moving, their golden depths bouncing all around the stallion’s body. “S-Sky Soa-” she couldn’t finish his name thanks to her voice cracking. “Is it really you..?”

     He smiled warmly at her. “Yes, mom. It’s me.”

     “Cloud Shaper! Come quick! And bring Thunder Storm with you!” She called out before wrapping her arms around her son, kissing his cheeks repeatedly.

     Hoof steps got louder and louder along with the pitter-patter of smaller hooves. “What’s all the fuss about, Stormy Sky?” His jaw dropped abruptly when he entered the hallway and saw Sky Soarer in the doorway.

     “Daddy!” Exclaimed the small black colt with silver eyes and an electric blue mane.

     “Thunder Storm!” Sky’s mother let go of him so him and the little colt could collide into a warm and loving embrace.

     Thunder nuzzled into his father’s chest, uncontrollably weeping with joyous tears.

     “I’ve missed you so much.” Sky said softly, a few tears of his own splashing off his chin.

     “Why didn’t you come home?” Asked Thunder with large hurt eyes.

     A knot caught in his throat, struggling with all his might he held back his tears and gave a glum look to his parents. They returned the same look. “I wanted to, believe me. But…” he bit his bottom lip and swallowed hard, losing against his battle with his emotions. “Daddy can’t come home anymore…”

     The small colt’s ears folded backwards, betrayal and confusion mixed in his never blinking eyes that were glued to his father’s. “Why not?” He was on the brink of falling apart.

     “The new Princess…” He couldn’t let his son know of the horrors that now enslaved all of Equestria. But he couldn’t just up and lie to him either. “She needs all the Canterlot guards to live in the castle and protect her all day every day.”

     “Can’t-Can’t I come live with you in the castle?” Thunder sniffled. It was obvious he was trying his best to stay tough like his father.

     He knew Fluttershy would never allow it but he took this into consideration. “I’ll ask her majesty if you can, okay bud?” He wiped away a tear from his small face.

     He took in two heaves of breath then nodded. “Okay, daddy.”

     “Now listen, I don’t have much longer to chat and hangout. But I want you to make me a promise. Can you do that?” Thunder nodded. “I want you to behave and take care of your grandparents. I want you to say goodnight to Mommy in Heaven when you go to bed. And always remember that Daddy loves you more than anything in this world. You promise to do those three things?”

     Thunder wrapped his tiny arms around Sky and closed his eyes tightly. “I promise. I love you!”

     Sky held onto his son tightly, his heart shattering into a million pieces when he knew what he must do next. He let go of Thunder and looked at his parents who instinctively walked closer to him. They both hugged him with tears staining his mother’s face.

     “You don’t need to explain anything to us. We understand exactly what’s happened. And no, Thunder doesn’t know what dark times we are in.” Cloud Shaper explained in a whisper.

     “Thank you.” He whispered back. He took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly, “whelp, I best be on my way back to Canterlot. I love you guys.” They said their final goodbyes and parted ways, Sky Soarer went on his way finally allowing the tears come at their leisure.

     The front door to the shop swung open and in stepped Sky. Pinkie Pie and Night Wind were stationed in a nearby booth still enjoying the sweet treats. Pinkie waved him over eagerly and patted the seat next to her.

     “So, how’d it go?” Asked the curious pink mare.

     “Very… overwhelming with some other emotions here and there.” He replied shortly. He didn’t really want to discuss in full detail how his private meeting with his family panned out.

     Pinkie picked up on this and didn’t pry further. Both their attentions were now on Night Wind after he had cleared his throat in an unusually loud manner. “What is it?” She asked him.

     “If you don’t mind, I’d like to have my turn now at seeing my family. I do not wish to make her highness suspicious at our long task.” He explained flatly.

     “Of course!” Pinkie replied in a chipper voice. “And while you’re at it Sky Soarer and I can go find Amy.”

     “Sounds good to me.” Added Sky.

     Night got off his chair and exited the shop. Pinkie focused all of her attention on Sky and held out one of the extra cupcakes to him. “Cupcake?”

     He smiled at the sweet treat and took it with gratitude. While enjoying it and helping himself to the remaining three, Pinkie was currently making her way back over to the display counter. She moved aside a peppermint-patterned rug that secretly concealed a hidden trapdoor. She opened it up and disappeared inside it only for a moment before reappearing with a ridiculous amount of papers that formed into a stack two ponies high. Little colored tabs poked out of the side a few inches apart from one another. She had to stand on a stool to see the papers at the very top of the pile, reading off names quietly until she came across one that seemed to fit the bill. “Amethyst Marie!” She blurted out in excitement, nearly falling off the stool. She rebalanced herself and read the file quickly. “Goes by the nickname Amy. She is a snow-white earth pony with Amethyst colored eyes, black rectangular seeing glasses, black star cutie mark, skunk striped hair, loves blueberry muffins, and she lives next door to the Ponyville Clinic where she works as a fulltime nurse.” She took in a very long and much needed breath of air after being completely winded from that long read then took a long hard look at the picture of the pony. “Okay, yeah. I have seen her before. Her name just slips my mind all the time.”

     Sky swallowed down the last of the cupcakes before speaking. “Alright. Shall we go find her?”

     Pinkie nodded while she took the stack of papers back down into what was presumed to be the basement of the shop. She resurfaced and replaced the rug over the trapdoor.

     Night walked up to his old front porch and wasted no time knocking on the door. A minute went by without an answer. His heart sank a bit and he tried one last attempt at knocking. Still no answer after another minute, he sighed and turned around to face the small town of Cloudsdale. “There’s still one more place I can check.” He muttered to his self. He trotted on down the road making his way to the town’s park. Butterflies were fluttering inside his stomach and tickled his heart once he saw the two most important mares in his life. They were having a picnic in the center of the park near the kids’ playground.

     The young mare looked up and spotted him, her large pink eyes sparkled with delight. He placed one of his forefeathers against his lips to tell her to stay quiet and then pointed to her light pink mother with a sly smirk. The young filly giggled silently and went on eating like nothing was out of the ordinary. Night crept up on her quietly and placed his hooves over her eyes rendering her temporarily blind, this motion made her jump with a start.

     “Guess who?” He whispered in her ear with a buttery coo.

     His voice alone sent waves of chills down her spine, butterflies of her own taking flight in her stomach. She ripped his hooves off her eyes with great force that even startled him and turned to face him with wide eyes, her body was very pale and her expression made it seem like she had just seen a ghost. “Night?!” She placed her right front hoof on his chest feeling the soft warm fur and steady heartbeat reassured her that he was really real and really there. She pulled him into her arms, locking them behind his neck, and kissed him deeply. It was hard for her to contain her rampant emotions. After two full minutes she broke the kiss and let go of him. “Where have you been?”

     Windy was getting ready to run up and hug her father when another voice shattered the happy reunion.

     “Where he’s supposed to be right now!” Roared a stern and all too familiar voice from behind them. The voice made Night’s blood run colder than dry ice. He slowly turned to face the gruling music. Princess Slaughter Shy was standing only a couple feet away.

     How did nopony notice her coming up on them? Or did she just pop up here out of thin air? No matter, he was still fucked and he knew this wasn’t going to end well. Especially seeing that deadly glare her turquoise eyes were throwing at him. Night gulped and stood up straight, motioning for his family to get behind him.

     Fluttershy snarled at him with pure disgust showing through her facial expression. “Did I give you permission to visit your bastard little family?” Her negative comment made Star Wisher scowl. Fluttershy picked up on that and gave a taunting smile. “Who the fuck gave you permission to visit your pathetic family?”

     “Don’t curse in front of my daughter.” Night grumbled lowly.

     “What was that?” She growled and lit up her horn, its magenta magic swirled around his neck and began to choke the air out of him while pulling his body closer to her.

     “Daddy!” Cried out Windy Whisp. She tried to race toward him but her mother held her back. “NO! Please, don’t’ hurt him!”

     Fluttershy ignored the small blank flank’s pathetic pleads and continued to strangle him with the magic. Night desperately clawed at the transparent magic but obviously no matter how hard he tried he would never be able to latch on to it. His hind hooves scraped against the cloudy ground as he struggled more and more to breathe, sparkling white and black dots speckled his vision. He managed to only briefly look into Fluttershy’s unforgiving eyes as she snuffed the life out of him.

     Star pulled Windy into her body and made her close her eyes and burry her face in her side, she didn’t want her to have to face anymore of the horrors. But Windy reopened her left eye and continued to watch, she couldn’t keep herself from witnessing the horrors. Her small body trembled and her stomach churned sickly, the tears running down her face felt like a bad rainstorm.

     Night’s eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head and his body movements came to a stop. It was dead silent with only the sounds of Windy and Star’s sobs breaking the forboding silence. Fluttershy’s eyes went back to their normal state and the magic surrounding her horn and Night’s throat disappeared. His lifeless body flopped to the ground, Windy’s hopeful eyes stared it down, she felt if she stared hard enough and hoped hard enough then he would get up and come back to her. Unfortunately that never happened. She tore out of her mother’s grip and bound toward him, her heart froze in terror when seeing his partially open eyes and agaped mouth.

     “Daddy?” Whimpered the small Pegasus.      

     “Save your sorrow, pathetic little filly.” Snapped Fluttershy. “He’s dead and he’s not coming back.” Her last words cut off abruptly as something in the distance caught her eye. A familiar cyan coated rainbow mane dawning Pegasus. She was accompanied by a yellow and rainbow patterned stallion and what was presumed to be their children. They were walking further down the sidewalk that ran through the park. Fluttershy shook her head visciously and rubbed her eyes then looking back at the rainbow family that was still there and still walking. ‘There’s no way… I killed you!’ She screamed at the cyan pony in her mind.    

     The yellow Pegasus met her gaze, he appeared to be shook upon seeing her but then his facial expression turned to absolute hatred. He leaned into Rainbow Dash and whispered in her ear, whatever he said to her made he stop. Rainbow Lightning back stepped and hurried his children in front of their mother. He took a small magenta colored Pegasus baby from the stroller the young teen yellow mare was pushing and placed her on his back. The family quickly disappeared out of view when they went behind a cloud mound.

     Fluttershy ran after them, leaving the distraught Windy and Star behind to grieve and scream for help. She raced around the corner nearly slipping and looked back and forth in search for the rainbow family. They were nowhere to be seen. She screamed in frustration, “UGH! How are you still alive!?” Nearby ponies stopped and stared at her anxiously. She glared back at them that made them hurry and vacate the area. She continued to mutter to herself angrily. “I fucking killed you. I watched you die! How the fuck are you alive and walking?!” Being unable to catch them furthered her rage, she kicked at the cloud mounds effortlessely but it caused little to no damage to their structure, her hind legs just slipped right through them. She teleported her self to Ponyville and popped up right in front of Sugar Cube Corner. She just stared at the building seeing none of the lights were on had her come to the conclusion that nopony was home. “Rrrgh..! PINKIE PIE! Show yourself right now!” She demanded at the top of her voice.

     A few blocks down Sky and Pinkie froze to the ground like they’d been stuck in quick-dry cement. The power behind her voice in the distance made the bones in her body rattle. In unison their heads turned in the direction of where her voice came from. It took all their inner strength to get their hooves to pick up and carry them to face the harsh music. It didn’t take long for the three ponies to catch up. Fluttershy was racing down the road like a speeding train and for a moment they feared she might actually collide with them if she didn’t slow down soon. Would she even slow down? Would she go as far a just ramming into them with her body? Fortunately for them she did slow down when getting closer to them but what she did next shocked them both. When she came to a halt she lifted up her left hoof and slammed it against Sky’s jaw. Pinkie and him both feared it may be broken, cautiously he moved his jaw to see if it was in fact broken. Thank Celestia it wasn’t, it was probably just dislocated. Pinkie prepared herself for a similar fate that never came she was just met with a disappointed glare. She gulped feverishly and quietly awaited a verbal insult instead that would no doubt ensue.

     “What in the fuck is taking you so long to come back to the castle?” She hissed demanding an immediate explanation.

     “It-It’s just taking a while to find Amy’s house, that’s all.” Pinkie said exaggerating the truth just a bit. She couldn’t tell Fluttershy about the guards’ trips they’d both be killed. Her blood grew cold when she realized Night still hadn’t returned, she had a really bad feeling all of a sudden.

     A low growl expelled from deep within Fluttershy’s throat. Her angry gaze towards Pinkie Pie became more sinister by the minute. She started walking closer to her that made Pinkie’s ears drop and her hooves carried her backwards slightly. Fear enslaved her racing heart. Her life was beginning to flash before her eyes. The majority of it consists of her baking over a million different sweets.

     “Like hell you are.” Fluttershy spat as she continued to walk closer. “I know it was you who gave the two bafoons the bright idea to see their pathetic families!” She giggled a bit and stopped. “Thanks to your idea and them going along with it they both have and will suffer the maximum punishment.”

     “Have?” Pinkie questioned with a dry voice full of disbelief.

     “Wonder why poor ol’ Night Wind hasn’t shown up yet?” She replied in an eerie singsong way.

     Sky lowered his ears and swallowed hard. “Is he..?”

     Princess Slaughter Shy nodded firmly, “and you’re next!” Her horn lit up and her sword materialized next to her. She lined it up with his neck and prepared to swing.

     “No! Please don’t do this!” Cried Pinkie. “He didn’t go see his family!” She blurted out in an attempt to save him. This comment made both their heads turn to her with looks of astonishment.

     “Sh-She’s right.” He stated with a trembling voice.

     Fluttershy stared deep into his eyes with her signature stare, the one that even made the animals stop and give her their full attention. Her hateful eyes bounced back and forth between his looking for any ounce of a lie. Her eyes narrowed more and she tucked her sword under her right wing. “Fine. Whatever, you win. But you Pinkie Pie, you will be condemned to a whole week of no food, your only source of sustanacnce will be one glass of room temperature water per day.”

     Pinkie’s head dipped and she stared at her light pink hooves scraping the ground. “Yes’m.”

     “Now go on and find Amy before I lose my patience on both of you. But to make sure you don’t slack off again I will be accompanying you.” Fluttershy informed while stomping her hind hoof to get them going.

     Pinkie was the one tasked to knock on the front door to Amy’s home, it didn’t take long for her to answer the door.

[pippiessweathogs]

Welcome Back Kotter fanfiction: From Juan to Susie: A Mixtape

Title: From Juan to Susie: The Mixtape

Summary: When Cutie Pie is upset, Epstein decides to cheer her up with something special. He gives her a mixtape composed of all the songs that have somehow touched their relationship.

Note: My Cutie Pie universe follows a singular storyline. Each of the previous stories I’ve written featuring this character have been written in order according to the progression of Epstein and Cutie Pie’s (Susie) relationship. Before reading this story it is best that you have read the previous ones. Those stories include in order: Cutie Pie, The Courtship of Juan, Shall We Dance? Emotional, and Tupelo Honey. While you would be able to follow this story without reading those, it would make certain parts easier to understand if you knew the background behind what was happening in this story.

Prologue:

                 Epstein waited anxiously outside the science lab, for the arrival of his new fiancé. Lots of rumors had been going around the school the last few weeks, pertaining to their engagement. Some students were working hard to convince others that their high school engagement meant that a little Epstein was on the way. These rumors had a viciousness surrounding them. This caused quite the bit of ill treatment of Cutie Pie. It was to the point where she would cry on his shoulder everyday about how she was going to drop out of school so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything anymore.

               He tried his hardest to convince her she should stay in school and forget the rumors. Even though they knew the truth behind their high school engagement, and had the support of their friends, the rumors still got to her. Epstein finally convinced her that by dropping out of school. It was allowing the others to win. Everyone would have even more reason to beehive the rumors were true. She needed to stay to help keep her good name.

               But, still, the rumors upset her. He hated seeing her so upset, so he thought he should do something to help cheer her up.  But he wasn’t sure what would cheer her up. And buying her a present was out of the question since he didn’t have the money. He knew that whatever he did for her, had to come from the heart. It only took him hearing one of their special songs on the radio when he realized the perfect gift for her. He had worked hard to pull this off and he never been prouder of his efforts.

               “Hey Susie.” He said, lightly grabbing her by the hand as she left the lab. “I’ve been waitin’ for you to come out.” He kissed her.

               “Hey Juan.” She smiled, until she saw the nearest clock. “How long have you been waiting for me?”

He shrugged “Only about fifteen minutes.”

               “What?”’ She asked surprised. “Didn’t you have a class?”

               “I did. But I skipped out early. Was falling asleep in there anyway. Not like I’m passin’ that class.”

               She frowned at him. “Juan. You promised you would pass your classes.”

               “Yeah yeah. I’ll get there. Don’t worry.”

               “Just make sure of it. I want to graduate with you.”

               “Hey are you my mother? Don’t worry.”

               “Ok Juan.”

               She took his hand and then they started walking down the hall. He would sometimes give other students threatening looks or gestures if they ever looked like they were thinking about the rumors. Attitudes changed quickly as the other students got the message loud and clear. They hurried past the couple, trying their best to avoid Epstein.

               Cutie Pie sighed, which drew his attention onto her. He looked at her, a bit concerned.

               “Hey, honey, what’s the matter?”

               “I just… it’s tough, Juan. I try not to let the other students bother me. But there’s only so much I can do to get through the day.”

               “I know, honey. I really wish you wouldn’t worry so much about everybody else. We know the truth.” He kissed her cheek. “Listen, I don’t like seein’ you so down all the time. So I thought I’d do something special to cheer you up.”

               “Oh yeah?” She blushed a little. “What’s this something special you have planned?”

               “I can’t tell ya here. Ah, come to my house with me after school.”

               She grinned intrigued. “Alright. What for?”

               “So I can properly give you the surprise. I worked hard on it and I want to present it just the right way.”

               “Ok.” Her grin grew some. “I’ll go with you. Though it’s going to make me wonder all the rest of the day what this surprise is.”

               “Good.” He smiled and then kissed her. They reached the doorway to her next class. “Ok honey, here’s your stop. I’ll see you later.” He kissed her again. “Bye honey.”

               “Bye, Juan.”

               They parted ways, him leaving her incredibly curious. His surprise was all either of them could think about during their final classes of the day.

 …

                 Cutie Pie sat on Epstein’s bed. She watched in all curiosity as he searched for something in the room. When he found what he was looking for, he brought it over to her on the bed.

               “Susie,” he sat next to her. “I worked real hard on this. And I wanted to present it to you right. And, just so you know, I have a story for everything.”

               “Juan I know you’re not proposing because you already did that.”

               He grinned “I know. But this is a special gift. And one hundred percent from the heart.” He stood up. “Hold on. I can’t give this to you yet.” He slipped the present into his pocket. “I have to get something. Hold tight.” He turned and then quickly left the room.

               “Juan wait!” She called after him.

               She sat back, confused, wondering what this surprise could have been. As she waited for Epstein to return, she heard him arguing with his sister over something in the next room. Though not mad, he shouted a bit at her, trying to speak over her incessantly rising voice. He kept assuring his sister, saying repeatedly, “I’ll give it back.” Finally, he returned to the room seeming as though he had just came back from the battle field. In his hands, he held a cassette player. He looked at Cutie Pie and simply shook his head.

               “Sisters are crazy. Try an’ borrow one thing and she jumps all over ya.”

               “Why was she so upset?”

               “Ah, who knows? Something about something I took from her once and returned completely destroyed.” He rolled his eyes. “I ain’t the one who threw it off the overpass. That was Pedro.” He started to set up the cassette player. “You sure you wanna be part of this family?

               She laughed “Juan I knew what I’d be getting into when I accepted your proposal.”

               He smiled and finished setting up. Then he moved closer to her and sat down. “Susie, like I said, everything here has a story behind it.” He pulled the present out of his pocket and handed it to her.

               “You got me a cassette tape?” She asked, confused.

               “No. It’s a mixtape. I put it together myself. See?” He showed her the handwritten label which read “From Juan to Susie.” A list of songs was included on either side of the tape.

               “You made me a mixtape?” She asked, grinning a little. “That’s so sweet!”

               “Thought you’d like it. I put a lot of thought into it. Picked each of these songs special, because, they have followed our relationship for one reason or another. Check it out.” He pointed at some of the songs.

               “Wow. This is incredible. I love it.”

               “You ain’t even listened to it yet.”

               He took the cassette from her and placed it into the player. He took it out just to be sure it was on the right side before putting it back in.

               “Before I play it, I just want to explain each song… well they all have their stories like I said. And I want to share them with you as each song plays.”

               He pressed “play” on the tape player. The music started playing and Cutie Pie listened in confusion.

               “Is this… Spill the Wine?”

               “Yes.” He said with a small laugh.

               “What’s this have to do with our relationship?”

               “It does in a way. See, well it’s more about me than us. This is a song that had followed me for a while. And well let’s listen to it.”

               “Ok.” She grinned.

               They listened to the song, letting the music surround them. As they did, he started telling her more in detail about why he chose the song.