#and a dude I don't know replied “oh I walk by your house every day on (my street's name)”

[charmwasjess]

hi jess! for the fic asks: 13 and 14

also this one is not on the list but i was just curious! do you write fics for other fandoms besides star wars? or have you done so in the past?

How much planning do you do before writing?

I'd answered previously "a lot!" but it actually occurred to me that Making It Up, silly little oneshot, I just vomited out in like a week with zero planning, and yet it's probably my favorite Syku romance I've ever written.

If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Oh easy, Milk Run. :D By a long shot. It's such a visual fic! I wanna see Dooku in his tiny swim shorts + Jedi robe combo. I wanna see Qui-Gon riding the giant fucking snake. I want to watch tiny Jocasta frogmarch a gigantic handcuffed Dooku out of the police station. I want to I wanna see Sifo-Dyas pull off that fake-ass ritual in front of the pirates with Dooku as his special effects department.

That, and it's probably my most narratively coherent fic - a big adventure story, serious but with a lot of humor. I think it would translate to a visual medium better than some of my other stuff.

And as to your other fandoms question! Just Star Wars for fic writing, but without doxing myself too badly, some of my poems are floating meagerly around small literary journals. ....and uh, once I wrote like 300 pages of absolutely unhinged dragon novel that only @izzy-paints has ever read that I think was some kind of weird and upsetting metaphor for depression lol

[bee-wg]

Year 2:

“Jay! What the Flip?” It’s the ass crack of dawn, and Theo is already trying his best SpongeBob impression.

“Whaaat?” I yelled back with a mouth full of pancakes.

“You put your dirty clothes on my bed again!” He squealed.

”Dude, you asked for it. What are you whining about?”

“Boys, What did I say about yelling in the morning?” She yelled.

“Yewn, bwintow!” I think Dad was telling us to break it off, but he’s too lost in the Cream Cheese Danish.

Can’t blame him. Delicious and high protein? There’s nothing better.

Theo rushed down with a constipated face. 

“Ewww. They’re still wet to the touch. Wait. Is it dripping sweat?”

Okay. I overlooked the wet part, but he asked me to have it. 

I’ve been cleaning out some gym clothes that don't fit anymore, and Theo wanted some. I’ve decided to fully commit on football and my stocky phase, so I gave that shirt one last try yesterday. It was definitely not made for a more rugged build person. As I walked around the house, I unknowingly soaked it. I used to be disgusted with sweating. I would shower and wash the clothes by hand after each morning run. Recently I’ve been sweating a lot easier, but Dad told me to look at the bright side of things, and I do see it. Usually I would only sweat when I get a real good workout. Since it's easier to sweat buckets, that means I’m getting lots of exercise.

That leads back to this. I don’t feel as compelled to wash them anymore. They’re the result of my hard work on the journey back to being shredded. 

“No more pancakes in the morning for the month.” He said.

“What?…But…You can’t do that.” 

His face tells me, “Yes, loser. I can.”

***

“What happened, dude? Your cat died?” Brad asked.

This is supposed to be an easy practice because it’s the last before the summer. I guess Coach woke up and chose violence. 

I’ve been only doing a few yards of Quick Steps and Sumo squats. My lungs are now collapsing.

I’m only 230 pounds; there are players heavier than me doing better. I’m doing something wrong. It must be because I didn’t have protein pancakes for days.

“Dude, you there?” Brad asked.

Trying not to wheeze, I replied.

“Yeah, S’all good. I’m just hungry.” 

It would be an understatement. When you’re used to protein goods pumping your belly full of energy every morning, what does five English muffins and some hash browns even do?”

“Hahaha, classic Jay. You’re the man.” Brad answers with a slap on my back.

“Gosh, you’re getting sweatier than Aiden.” He said in disbelief.

“Oh, by the way. Aiden’s going to Costco to buy a speaker for our dorm. You mind giving him a lift?” Brad asked.

“Bad timing man, my dad broke the old Toyota. It’s taking a long time to repair.”

“No problem. I’ll see you next semester then. Take care!” Brad waved as he sprinted out of the field.

***

I felt like I could eat a horse when the bus arrived. I passed through the usual stops, and finally.

The warm smell of chicken nuggets invites me.

I pull out my phone and check. Ten consecutive days. I can definitely redeem a free meal today.

“Welcome, what can I get you?” The cashier asked.

“Can I have the Double Western Deluxe Combo?” “ I have the loyalty discount.”

“Thank you, here’s your number.”

After what felt like forever, they finally called my number. 

It’s a pretty big meal, but today’s situation calls for it. 

I’ve been doing pretty well sticking to a fries-only diet when I’m here. With some occasional burgers and soda thrown in, I’ve accumulated a few thousand points to have meals like this once in a while. The only downside is the bus here takes way too long. I guess it’s better than the neighbours knowing I’m a regular customer. 

As I finished the fries, I saw a guy wandering outside with my university’s gym bag.

Wait, is he from the team? 

Wait, is that Aiden?

No. Shit, Is Aiden waving to me?

He’s probably waving to someone else.

Then the door’s jingle chimes.

“Yo, I didn’t expect to see you here!” Aiden said.

My alone time is ruined.

“Yeah man, me too. What brought you here?” I asked.

“Just bought the speaker and couldn’t find any restaurants here. I thought Costco had a food court.” He looked down at my plate.

“Whatchu havin’? Oh Damnnn, that’s a chunky burger!” He said in excitement.

“Haven’t had them in years, my mom hates that shit.” 

I just wish to crawl into a hole at this point.

“Yeah, my mom hates them to-” 

“I should have one too.” Aiden interrupted.

”What?”

Then he came back with a smaller combo with a box of salad.

“Oh man, I’ve been wanting to have a taste for so long,” Aiden said with glittering eyes.

He got a few bites of the burger and fries, then moved on to the salad.

“So what are you doing this summer?” I asked.

“Oh, not much. Probably hang out with the guys. My dad wants me to go to a training camp though. It’s not like I will play football after college anyway, so what’s the point?”

Then we talk about dorm drama and who the coach is going to recommend to the NFL scouts.

He is actually quite chill to talk to. 

“You don’t like it?” I point down to his unfinished burger.

“No, it’s the best thing I’ve had in years. Definitely beating celery or carrots. I just have a diet going on, and I kinda impulse bought this.”

“I could finish it for you.” I offered.

“Really? Thank you so much dude!” He said.

“You’re actually pretty fun to hang out with. I always thought you had a stick up your ass.” He added unhelpfully.

By the time the last of his burger and fries disappeared in my stomach, I was ready to sleep it off when I got home. 

My phone rang, waking me up from sleep. It’s 2 AM.

Probably Number Seven. He always calls at an odd hour. 

I picked up the call.

“Duuuuuuude, I didn’t know you go to fast foods. I thought we don’t keep anything from each other.” Instead of number seven, Brad said.

“Jay, knock it off,” Theo grumbled on the other side of the room.

“Keep it down, Brad. What is it?” 

I knew shit would get out of the bag sooner or later. At least I had two weeks of peace.

“Next time let me join too!” Brad said.

What the hell is up with these people? 

“Fine, whatever. Let me go to sleep.”

“Thanks a lot, man. I’ve never had fast food before!”

I have the feeling that this is going to bite me in the ass later.

Brad is calling me. Again.

“Dude, what?” I asked calmly.

“Woah, no need to get so worked up.”

“I asked some of my mates, they all agreed to meet up at the mall’s parking lot,” Brad said.

What is going on? It’s only been five hours since he last called me.

“Don’t forget to bring your laptop and an empty stomach! It’s gonna be an epic summer.” Then he hung up on me.

I should be used to Brad’s bullshit by now. He’s been like this since high school.

The bus on the way there is as tedious as usual. 

Why did he tell me to go with an empty stomach? Didn’t he know that I get really grumpy without any breakfast? It’s worse now without pancakes.

He looks at me eagerly, like a dog finding its treat.

“What is it, man?” I asked as he led me to the back of the restaurant.

Then, no Harry Potter bullshit, he opened the wall.

“What the hell? There was a room back here all this time?”

“Wait, Brad. You rented a party room?”

“It’s sick, right? I thought we could chill here for the summer, and go to the river nearby when we’re bored. Oh, I also brought the guys here. And a projector!”

“How did you afford this? I didn’t know you were rich.” I look at the big ass room with my friends in there already playing video games. Even Aiden the snitch is here.

“Oh, I have a pretty successful OnlyFans account. I thought I could spend it on you guys.”

“…”

“…”

“Good for you, man. Gotta hustle in this economy.”

He ordered a party combo with a bunch of salad. Then we started playing video games. It wasn’t until I was on a losing streak playing Yoshi on Mario Kart, I realized. They were staring at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

“So…Can you help us finish?” Aiden said.

Oh no. Not again. I turned to look at Brad.

He responded with a toothy grin.

“Please Jay, you have, like, the biggest appetite out of all of us. Look at all this free food going to waste. I bet you’re still hungry.”

“There are five of you,” I said.

“Marcus can help,” Brad added.

“Wait, me?” Marcus said.

He’s the team’s linebacker. The only guy bigger than me.

“Fine. At least it’s free.” I said reluctantly.

The fact that all of the juicy meat is screaming for my attention might be clouding my judgment.

We continued playing games, watched some movies while I munch

It was pretty fun. I got to talk to the people I wouldn’t usually talk to.

For example, I didn’t know Braxton played piano or Oscar was a hardcore Pokémon card collector.

The rest of the summer continued and the guys would meet up about three times a week.

I should’ve said no the second time Brad asked. But how can I let the food go to waste when the guys need me?

Marcus doesn’t come often because he’s occupied with his boyfriend. So the guys developed a way for me to eat all of their share. I would drink a dubious amount of water to expand my stomach in the morning, giving me more space. 

It was incredibly stupid, but when the guys cheered me up while I devoured the last of the remains, I felt pretty proud of myself.

By the end of the summer, not wanting to waste the last of our freedom. Everyone has been scrambling for things to do.

That’s where Brad’s dad comes in. He organized a BBQ party by the beach and invited all the football Dads from high school who were still in their little group chat. Of course, we are invited too.

“Oh come on, Jay Jay. You have to go, or else I’m gonna be all alone.” Brad whined.

“No Brad. You’re gonna be with twenty people, you won’t be alone.” I replied.

“If you’re worried about not having any swim trunks that fit, you can borrow from my old man, or we could go shopping together.” Shit, he’s awfully insightful.

“Your dad is like, 500 pounds. I’m not that fat, dude.”

Then Theo asked me if he could join cause he had grown out of his swim shorts too. Whatever that means.

That’s how we ended up here with Brad showing me an ugly Hawaii print speedo with a blue Jay on it, and Theo laughing his ass off with him.

“No, I’m not going to wear that,” I said for the final time.

“You’re no fun, Jay,” Theo said.

“Right? This guy gets it.” Brad replied to him.

“So you’re the culprit who made Jay fat,” Brad asked.

”Dude, you don’t know the half of it. I basically sacrificed myself to advance his cooking career.” I added.

“I don’t know. I would think taking care of his laundry, dishes, and meals, just to have him burp in my face and snore at night makes up for it. If anything, I'm doing too much. I should stop doing the protein pancakes agai-“ 

”Theo! You’re literally the best chef in the world. I am honoured to be your Guinea pig for the rest of my life.” I said.

He smiled 

Yes! Crises subverted.

“Hahahahaha you two are so strange.” Brad, who is still listening, said.

The possibility of protein pancakes being taken away from me sends shivers down my spine. I try to refocus on Brad’s shenanigans.

He came out of the fitting room with a professional swimming Jammer.

Why did he even take his shirt off? Goddamn washboard abs.

“Don’t you think it’s too extra for the beach barbecue?” I asked.

“I think it fits him nicely,” Theo said.

“Theo, you get me,” Brad said, then winked at him.

Is he trying to rizz my cousin?

“It’s my turn!” Theo said, grabbing a few trunks he chose.

Then he came out, without a shirt too, wearing a bright orange swim shorts.

“I see you’re putting my gym membership to good use.” Goddamn washboard abs, where did that even come from? Now that I think of it, he’s been fitting my old gym clothes better.

“You look awesome, Theo. The orange fits you nicely.” Brad said.

“I guess it’s my turn,” I said without enthusiasm.

After struggling to pull it up my ass. I walked out with the ugly print forest green trunk that’s wedged between my inner thighs; with a shirt on, thank you very much.

“Woah, look at those hefty thighs,” Brad said.

I’m out of options, and there’s no way I’m walking into another swimwear store again. So we made our way to the counter.

The day for the beach finally arrives, and I can already feel the swim trunks digging into my ass.

What’s more annoying is that Mom and Dad are now angry at me.

I would be angry at myself too.

Now I’m in a car with no AC, listening to how I should make better life choices.

“Jay, I didn’t think you would sneak off for fast food without telling us.” Mom said.

She caught the extra burgers I sneaked in to munch on at night this morning.

“Jacob, don’t you remember what I told you about garbage food?” Dad asked.

He said my full name. He never says my full name.

“If you want fried chicken you could ask mom to make it. You know it’s healthier at home.” Dad said.

“Am I not making enough, Jay?” Mom asked.

“I’m sorry Mom, I know I shouldn’t go,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, honey. We can get through this together. If you want more fried food, Theo and I will make lots of it at home.”

“I got you, Jay,” Theo said, patting my shoulder.

We finally got to the beachside. After finding a shade to park our car, Dad struggled a bit to get out of the car. It seems like the old Toyota is seeing its last days. We might need to upgrade the car soon.

I know Dad is probably not mad at me, but his disappointment was worse.

Hopefully he can forgive me after getting some barbecue in his stomach.

We started setting up the chairs with Brad’s dad as more of my high school friends and their dads started coming in. I haven’t seen most of them since we graduated.

Dad went to greet them and it looked like he fit right in.

He was the Dad everyone’s dad was jealous of but couldn’t help to like him.

I was pretty shocked when I heard Dad wanted to come because he always declined their barbecue invites. 

He was the fittest of the group, but it looks like he is one of the heavier guys here. Dad told me he’s almost 260 pounds now, so Theo and I will probably lose again this year.

I feel conflicted. I wanted to look like Dad before when he had chiselled abs, but I also want to look like him now when he has a much larger presence with the same amount of confidence. I can’t do either correctly.

“You daydreaming, bro?” Brad said.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get the boxes out,” I replied.

“Just so you know, you can tell me whatever you want, Alright?” He said.

“Thanks man, appreciate it.”

He’s too pure to know about my problem with how my abs or belly doesn’t look right.

We got the tablecloth pinned in place to withstand the wind, then set up some disposable tableware.

“Good job, son,” Dad said as he patted my back.

I smiled for the first time today.

Brad’s dad put us on watch duty for the grill while I fought not to drool on the food. 

I’ll get my share. Old people first.

“Jacob? You’re all grown up! You’re a big boy now, almost as big as me. I bet you made your father proud.” Mr. Lancaster said. 

“Mr. Lancaster, you’re here! I didn’t know you were coming.”

He used to take me to his house with Ms. Lancaster when my mom was busy, or when Dad was substituting for other teachers.

Avery and I used to-

Wait, Avery is here?

I looked around to scan everyone.

“Oh, my boy is having a problem with his car, so he is probably not coming.” Mr. Lancaster said.

“We have the same issue too; it’s been a mess. Say hello to Avery for me, eh?”

“Of course, good to see you, Jay.” He replied.

I sighed in relief. I don’t know what to say to Avery if he comes. I missed him, but I also ignored him a couple times when I spotted him at the fast food place.

We served for an hour and a half. I probably lost the 60weight pounds I’ve gained, and my stomach is definitely deflated now.

Note to self: If I ever need to lose weight again, just stare at tasty barbecues all day just to have none of it.

“Ahem. Woah cool! Look at that shiny thing over there. I’m going to go fetch it!” Brad said suddenly, then ran off.

“Wait, you still have your-“

He ditched me.

I tried to flip over both of our grills to no avail.

“You need help?”

“Ahhhhhh!”I yelped.

Ave laughs with his usual lopsided smile.

“I thought you were,” I said.

“Dead? No. I caught an Uber.” Avery said.

“Right. Long time no see.” I reached out my hand for a shake.

“Seriously, Jay? When did you start doing that shit?” Ave said.

Same old Avery then. I took my hand back and hid a grin.

He looked so different I didn’t know how to react. By the looks of it, he’s almost doubled my weight, maybe around 450s. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while. You look good.” He said.

“You looked good too.” Now that I see him closely, it suits him, makes him look sturdy. His ass is hanging out in the back like a bra though.

“What were you up to this past year?” I asked.

“Well you know, I screwed up the football scholarship. But it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me.” He said.

“I was pretty depressed for a bit, so I decided to go on one of the self-searching trips to some countries and states...”

Then he told me about the kind people and assholes he met on the way, as we finally sat down with our share of Barbecues.

Ave said that he got to eat food he never imagined existed, learn about cultures that changed his perspective on things.

He said he has never felt freer of any emotional constraints than he is now. I couldn't stop my smile from forming. I’m really happy for him.

He has always been harsh on himself. When school didn’t work, he dedicated his all to sports. On his way there, I felt like I lost a friend.

We talked for hours about the airplane seats being a bitch and how he’s sorry for whoever sat next to him, or about how I am addicted to fast foods and pancakes. He’s probably the only one I know that can relate.

I was lost in the conversation, with Brad interrupting occasionally with strange looks of wiggling eyebrows or smug smiles. I really don’t know what he’s on.

It’s when Dad is folding up the seats, and Brad’s dad cleans up the grill. Ave asked me.

“Wanna do this again sometime? My dad’s coffee shop has a new brownie coming up that he’s really proud of.”

Yes, of course. I wanna learn more about you and be friends again.

“Sorry, men. School is going to be busy. I also need to focus on football more this year, or I will get too fat to play.” I said.

“No problem Jay. You know I’ll always be there for you.” Avery said.

I tried to one arm hug him and he fully embraced me. His body is so warm and unbelievably soft.

For a moment, I wished I was proud like him. But I’m not free like him

Gathering supplies Dad brought, I walked back to the car, forgetting to ask for his number.

The school year started without much fanfare. But the feeling of estrangement grew.

Hanging out with the team was fun, but playing the game just doesn’t bring me the same amount of rush and anticipation anymore, instead, I look forward to the meal after the game that brings me the rush. It’s not like I was playing the game much anyway; I’m a glorified Waterboy now. My job is to refuel the Gatorade or water, then squirt it into the guys’ mouths. After that, I just need to hand them the towel and sit back to finish my hot dog. 

I know the team appreciates me. I would keep doing it for them if not for Coach’s disappointing stares. He probably thought I would be a star player like Dad, but I ended up fatter than the linebacker. I would be disappointed too.

My decision was made following the buzzing call of our defeat.

Chapter 3 ->

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Pilot | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 4833

A/N: This is gonna be the slowest of burns. Every Saturday, these will publish at 3:00 PM CDT! I hope you all enjoy. Taglist/Requests are open!!

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A trail of men disappearing spanning decades had brought you to Jericho, California. It seemed it would be a pretty standard hunt. From the moment you arrived, though, you knew this would be different.

You’d run into other hunters on jobs before, but none as strange and belligerent as John. John was all you knew him by. He was rough around the edges, and in all honesty, a complete dick. You had unintentionally gotten into an unspoken race with him to see who could finish the hunt first. Both of you refused to back off and go find another job; you just out of spite and him… you had no idea why a guy old enough to be your father was being so petty and territorial about this hunt. And perhaps that’s what fueled your fire to finish this hunt before John could. You thought maybe he knew something you didn’t about the hunt, and you were desperate to find out. But then… he disappeared. 

About a week into the “competition” you were having with John, he disappeared. You didn’t see him around Joseph Welch’s house, the Breckenridge Road home, or the Centennial Highway Bridge. It was completely puzzling. He didn’t seem like the type to up and leave in the middle of a job, but you brushed the unsettled feeling you had aside to keep pushing through your hunt. 

You had torched the body of Constance Welch the same night you guessed John left. You were just about to leave town, and then, Troy Squire ended up dead by what you assumed were Constance’s hands. 

You pulled up to the Centennial Highway Bridge in yet another stolen car. 

‘One of these days I won’t keep putting a neon sign on my back by stealing cars and actually find a way to buy one,’ you thought.

Almost as if on cue, another car pulled up next to yours. Except this car— a black 1967 Chevy Impala— was way nicer than the shitty sedan you’d copped for the time being. 

Two young men in the most layers you’ve ever seen anyone wear in the California sun stepped out on either side of the car. You pushed aside the thought of how attractive the shorter of the pair was and kept walking toward the taped-off part of the bridge where a few officers were milling around a crashed car. 

“Is that Troy’s? Oh, my God,” you shook your head, making sure the officers could hear you. 

“Ma’am, you are not supposed to be here,” an officer told you, trying to keep you from walking any closer to the car.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just—” you sniffed, “—I’m his cousin. We were really close growing up, and I, uh, just had to see this for myself, um, do you have any idea what could’ve happened?”

“We were wondering the same thing,” a deep voice called from behind you, making you wheel around.

‘Fuck. The Impala dudes.’

“And who are you?” the officer you’d been speaking to asked.

“Federal marshals,” one said, flashing a badge.

‘Goddammit, more hunters.’ You held back an eye roll, doing your best to stay in character.

“You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?”

The one you’d found attractive initially flashed a smile. “Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You just had another one just like this, correct?”

The officer you’d been speaking to didn’t seem too convinced by their story, but replied anyway. “Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.”

“Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?”

“No. Not so far as we can tell.”

“So, what's the theory?” the taller guy asked. 

“Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?” The officer seemed to remember you were standing there as he spoke. “Ma’am, I really do need you to go.”

“I was just about to—” you started, before the shorter guy cut you off. 

“What kinda crack police work are you doing; talking about sensitive information in front of townies?” He was cut off with a grunt; apparently the other guy had stepped on his foot. 

“Thank you for your time,” you told the officer, suddenly feeling very awkward. You turned on your heel, hurrying away. 

***

After the bizarre incident with the other two hunters on the bridge, you went down to a local diner to get something to eat. You were puzzled as to why Constance was still around after you torched her bones. You flipped through a few pages of your journal when you saw the two hunters from the bridge walking in with two goth chicks. 

‘What the fuck. First John, and now this.’

The shorter one of the pair caught the glare you threw their way over your shoulder. He had a smug look on his face you couldn’t quite read as he sat down in a booth with the girls and his partner. You did your best to listen in on their conversation as you sipped your drink. 

“I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did,” you heard one of the girls lament. 

You recognized the voice of the taller one. “He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?”

“No. Nothing I can remember.”

“I like your necklace.”

“Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—” the girl laughed, “—with all that devil stuff.”

“Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.”

“Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries,” the other guy’s voice broke in. 

You held back a small laugh. You hated to admit it, but he was pretty funny. 

“Here's the deal, ladies,” the pretty one said, “The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything… What is it?”

Your eyebrows drew together, your back still turned to the group.

“Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk,” a new voice chimed in. 

“What do they talk about?” the two boys said in unison.

It got a little harder to hear as one of the girls quieted her voice. “It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.”

‘Yeah, yeah, I already know that. They are way far behind me in the process.’

“Well, thank you for your time, ladies,” the voice of the taller one spoke amidst some rustling. You figured they were getting up to leave. 

You dropped a twenty on the table, let the door shut behind the group, and stood to follow the boys out. You hung back a little while you watched them head to their car. 

“I know you’re back there, sweetheart,” the pretty one called without turning around.

“I know you do. I was just testing you,” you said, walking closer. “Look, I’ve already got this one covered. You guys should find something else.”

“Not a chance,” the pretty boy replied. 

“Look, man—” you started. 

“We’re just looking for our dad,” the taller one cut you off. “We think he’s working this same job.”

“Wait, is your dad’s name John?” you asked, surprised. 

Both of them started toward you, their shock and confusion evident. “How do you—”

“Whoa, easy,” you giggled. “He was here a few days ago and then he just, pfft,” you imitated a puff of smoke, “disappeared.”

The pretty boy ran his hand through his hair, looking frustrated, while the taller guy continued talking to you. “Was he working with you?”

“Hardly,” you scoffed, “we were kind of in an unspoken competition to see who could smoke this bitch first when he disappeared. And then, Troy ended up dead a day later. I thought maybe he was connected to Troy’s death some kind of way.”

“I don’t think so,” the taller one answered. “I’m Sam, by the way. This is my brother, Dean.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N),” you shook Sam’s hand. When you reached for Dean’s, though, he rolled his eyes at you without taking it. 

“Oh-kay,” you muttered. 

“Sorry about him,” Sam told you. “He’s—”

“A bit touchy?” you smirked.

“Yeah,” Sam laughed. 

“I can hear you two, y’know,” Dean snarked. 

“I know,” you quipped. “So, what’s your theory on your dad?”

“We have no idea,” Sam said. “We were hoping you might know.”

“I have nothing for you,” you shook your head. 

“Well, do you know anything about the case?” 

“A lot, actually. Chick’s name is Constance Welch. She’s a woman in white. She lives at the end of Breckenridge Road. I talked to her husband, and he definitely cheated on her. He buried her in a plot behind her house. I went there and torched her. I was just about to leave town when your dad disappeared, Troy wound up dead, and you two showed up.”

“Then, there’s gotta be something else keeping her here,” Sam told you.

“Okay, then what?”

***

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive,” Dean said. The three of you looked over the railing of the Centennial Highway Bridge. Sam had been nice enough to force his brother to let you tag along. 

“Okay, so now what?” Sam asked.

“Now we keep digging until we find Dad. Might take a while,” Dean responded.

“Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—”

“What’s Monday?” you asked. 

“I’ve got an interview with law school.”

“Oh, shit, no way!” you smiled. 

Sam smiled back at you before Dean cut in. “Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?”

“Maybe. Why not?” Sam cut back.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?”

“No, and she's not ever going to know.”

“Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean kept walking down the bridge. 

“And who's that?”

“You're one of us,” Dean said. 

Sam hurried around him. “No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.”

You felt really awkward doing what felt like intruding on a private moment. Your eyes began to scan the railing of the bridge opposite you.

“You have a responsibility to—”

Sam cut his brother off. “To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.”

You were doing your best not to listen in on their conversation when Dean grabbed his brother by the collar and shoved him against the bridge railing.

“Uh, guys—” you started, your eye caught by what looked like Constance standing on the railing of the bridge.

“Don't talk about her like that,” Dean grumbled at his brother; ignoring you.

“Guys!” 

“What?!” Dean turned to face you, stopping when he caught sight of Constance. Constance then stepped off the railing. 

The three of you broke off in a sprint toward the spot she’d leapt off. You searched the water below. “Where'd she go?”

“No idea,” Dean answered. 

Your visual search was interrupted by a bright light coming on in the corner of your eye. Dean’s Impala’s headlights. 

“What the fuck—” Dean trailed off.

“Who's driving your car?” you asked him. 

He responded by pulling the keys out of his pocket and jingling them. 

“Oh.”

The car jerked to life, heading straight for you and the boys. You broke into a sprint yet again, doing your best to outrun the car; a task that proved impossible. 

“Jump!” you screamed, and the three of you threw yourselves over the side of the bridge. You thankfully caught a bit of the bridge that jutted out over the water and pulled yourself back up, groaning.

‘My arm’s gonna be sore as a bitch in the morning.’

“Dean?” Sam yelled down to the water below. “Dean!”

“What?” came his aggravated response. 

You looked down to see a mud-covered Dean crawling out of the water. You couldn’t hold back a laugh upon seeing him.

“Not funny, sweetheart,” he called up to you.

“My name’s (Y/N),” you answered. “Don’t call me sweetheart. It weirds me out.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

“Guys, you can argue later. You okay?” Sam called down to Dean.

“I’m super,” his brother responded.

You and Sam climbed back over the railing of the bridge while Dean made his way up to you. The car had stopped only a few inches from where the three of you dove over. Dean busied himself inspecting the engine while you sat with your back leaned against the passenger’s side door. 

“Your car okay?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now.” Dean shut the hood. “That Constance chick, what a bitch!”

You chuckled to yourself at his antics. “Alright, well, I don’t think the bridge is what’s tying her here. What now?”

Dean raised his hands in frustration, flicking mud off his hands in the process. 

Sam caught a whiff of his brother. “You smell like a toilet.”

***

Your next stop was a motel. When you went to check in, the clerk informed Dean that another man under the last name on Dean’s card had bought out a room for the whole month. And so, you and the boys went poking around John’s room. 

Every surface was covered in newspaper clippings, magazine articles, photos, hastily scribbled notes, and bits of red tape tying some of them together. 

“I knew John was weird, but this is a whole new level,” you commented, slightly in awe of the frantic scribblings covering the wall. 

‘'Don’t talk about him like that,” Dean grumbled. “I'm gonna get cleaned up.” He started toward the shower. 

“Hey, Dean?” Sam stopped him.

His brother turned around. 

“What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry—”

Dean held up a hand, cutting him off. “No chick-flick moments.”

Sam laughed. “Alright, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“You guys are strange.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you before disappearing into the bathroom. 

You started looking around John’s room. A closer look at the walls of information revealed pages on demons, witches, possession, and other bits of newspaper referring to mysterious deaths unlike anything you’d heard before. One was an obituary clipping from 1983; taking you aback. The picture was of a gorgeous blonde woman named Mary Winchester who died in a house fire. Her picture was surrounded by other house fire deaths and linked by red thread to multiple of the demon and witch articles. You walked over to his dresser where there was a picture of a much younger John holding two boys who you assumed were Sam and Dean. 

“You guys were cute kids,” you told Sam, showing him the picture.

He smiled sadly at it. 

After a brief melancholy pause, you spoke up. “So, what’s your deal? College? Law school? Part-time hunter? That doesn’t add up.”

“My, uh, my dad raised us as hunters after my mom passed,” he explained. 

“I’m sorry,” you told him, sitting on the bed next to him. “Was her death the reason your dad became a hunter?”

“Yeah. I’m not exactly sure what happened; I wasn’t even a year old yet. Dean remembers way more than I do, but he said our dad was never the same. Anyway, two years ago, dad and I got into a fight. I wanted to go to school, and he wanted me to stay and hunt. So I left.”

“Dean said you got a girl now? Was that the voicemail you were listening to a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, actually. Jess. She’s— she’s amazing. I’m excited to get back to her.” You could see how much he loved her just in how his face lit up talking about her.

“I’m sure you are,” you smiled. 

“So, what about you? What’s your story?” he nudged your shoulder with his. 

“Meh, not much to tell.”

“Aw, come on—” Sam rebutted. 

“I’m serious!” you laughed. “I’ve just always hunted. Never knew anything different.”

“I know that’s difficult.” His tone became serious again. 

“Nah, it’s not so bad. I enjoy it. Brings me a little peace, y’know?” you shrugged.

“You sound like Dean.”

“Speaking of which, he’s taking forever and a day in the shower,” you joked. You bounced over to the bathroom door, leaning your ear on it about to knock. “Hey, princess—” 

You were cut off by the door opening and stumbled into Dean’s chest. 

He caught you by the shoulders. “You were saying?” 

You shoved off him, annoyed by his smug smile and quirked eyebrow. “Sorry.”

“Anyway,” Dean began, “I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?”

“No,” Sam said.

“A burger would be great,” you told him. 

“Wasn’t asking you,” Dean said. 

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Aframian’s buying, anyway, so what difference is it to you?”

“Nothing, it’s just fun to rile you up.” He winked and smiled at you, amused at your aggravated expression before closing the door behind him. 

You shook your head. “Dick.”

Sam laughed. “You get used to him.” He went back to his phone, relistening to his girlfriend’s voicemail. He furrowed his brows before pressing it to his ear. “What?” He stands up, catching your attention. “What about you?” He huffed when he hung up the phone, rushing over to the closed curtains to peek out. 

“What, what is it?” You crossed your arms.

“Police got Dean. We need to leave.”

“Shit.”

Sam quickly pulled away from the window which you understood meant you had company. You hid under the bed, anxiously waiting to see the officer’s boots make their way into the bathroom. You began scooching yourself out from under the bed frame, and when he’d slammed the door to the bathroom open, you and Sam snuck out of the room. Thankfully, Sam had Dean’s keys, and the two of you sped away from the motel in Dean’s Impala.

“Well, shit,” you breathed, your heart still beating quickly.

Sam huffed out a laugh, still recovering from the adrenaline.

***

You and Sam were headed to Breckenridge Road to hopefully figure out how to stop Constance. Since you had torched the body, then maybe something in her house was keeping her alive. 

After Dean’s arrest, the two of you were intent on getting Dean and getting the hell out of Jericho before anyone else had a run-in with the cops. 

Sam’s phone rang, and he answered quickly. “Hello?” He tossed a look your way. “Actually, it was (Y/N)’s idea.” You had no doubt he was referring to the fake shooting you’d called in to the police department so Dean had an opportunity to escape. You motioned for him to give you the phone.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” you told him once you had the phone to your ear. 

“Yeah, whatever, sweetheart,” Dean’s gruff voice responded.

“I told you not to call me that.”

“And I’ve made it pretty clear I’m not going to listen. Hey, give the phone back to Sam. I gotta talk to him.”

“And why can’t you tell me? Don’t you trust me? I’m offended, babe,” you quipped. 

“Don’t objectify me.”

“Hey, you started it with the whole ‘sweetheart’ thing.”

“C’mon, (Y/N), give him the—”

“Shit!” you screamed, dropping the phone as the car came to a screeching halt. “What the hell, Sam?”

“Constance,” he replied coolly. He kept a level head despite the tense situation. 

You looked up at the rearview mirror to see her in the backseat. “Fuck.” 

Constance’s hauntingly beautiful voice melodically flowed from the backseat. “Take me home.”

“No,” Sam answered. 

You saw her glare as the doors started to lock themselves. You whipped around to start trying to reopen them. The car began jerking forward. 

“What the hell, Sam? Stop!” you told him. 

“It’s not me.”

You looked over to see him holding his hands up. The steering wheel was moving itself. You turned back to the door, struggling to get the lock open. Eventually, you wound up at Constance’s abandoned Breckenridge Road house. The car’s rumble quieted and the headlights turned off. 

“Don't do this,” Sam pleaded, still holding his hands up. 

The ghost flickered, sounding sad. “I can never go home.”

‘That’s it.’

“You're scared to go home,” you realized. When you turned around to look at her, she had disappeared. Before you could even turn back around, you felt the bench seat reclining forcefully. 

“Sam!” 

Constance sat atop him, begging him to hold her. 

“You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!”

“You will be,” she hummed. “Just hold me.”

You fumbled for your gun hidden under your top. Before you could fully aim at her, you felt your back make brief contact with the Impala’s door before flying through the air. You barely registered Sam yelling your name as you groaned in pain on the dead grass beneath you. 

You rolled around, trying to regain your wits and recover when you heard the sound of multiple gunshots. 

“Sam!”

“It’s me, (Y/N), stay down!” Dean yelled. 

Suddenly, Dean’s car burst through the front of the abandoned house. You pushed yourself up off the ground; your joints and back aching in protest. 

“Sam! Sam! You okay?” Dean called after the car. 

‘I’m fine, Dean, thanks for asking,’ you thought. 

The two of you climbed over the rubble to the passenger’s side window. 

“I think,” Sam responded weakly. 

“Can you move?” you asked.

“Yeah. Help me?” He reached out to his brother. 

Dean pulled Sam through the window of the car. “There you go.”

You turned to see Constance looking sadly at a picture she was holding before slamming it to the floor. She glared at the three of you harshly, forcing a bureau across the floor to pin you to Dean’s car. 

You groaned in pain once again as Dean struggled to push the furniture off. You stopped your struggle at the lights flickering and the sound of water rushing down the stairs. 

“You've come home to us, Mommy,” the echoey voices of Constance’s children sang. They appeared behind her, hugging her as she screamed. In a surge of energy, Constance and her children began melting to the floor. Constance’s resounding scream seemed to get louder and louder with each passing moment, the flickering of the lights becoming more and more intense. You squeezed your eyes shut until the screaming subsided, suddenly feeling the pressure on your stomach relieved. All that was left of Constance and her children was a puddle of murky water on the floor. 

“So this is where she drowned her kids,” Dean said while you rubbed your stomach, recovering from the pressure of the bureau. 

Sam nodded. “That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.”

“You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” Dean slapped his brother on the chest where he’d been injured by Constance.

Sam laughed despite the pain. “Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”

“Hey. Saved your ass,” Dean commented, starting to look over his beloved Impala. “I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you.” 

You giggled at Sam and Dean’s banter. Sam and Dean started to get back into the car, and you idled awkwardly. 

“Whatcha doin’? Let’s go.” Sam looked at you expectantly. 

“Go where?” you asked, feeling stupid. 

“I think we make a pretty solid team. You should tag along.”

“What?” Dean asked while you started shaking your head. 

“No, no, I shouldn’t—” 

“You should. I’m going back to school, and I know Dean’s gonna be lost without me trying to find my dad.”

A slow smile crossed your face. “Thank you. That’d be nice, actually.”

Dean rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything to the contrary. And with that, the three of you set off to drop Sam back off at college. 

***

The thing Dean so desperately wanted to tell Sam that he couldn’t tell you earlier was that his dad had left coordinates to a place called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado in the journal he’d left behind in Jericho. John was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. 

“AC/DC. I like it,” you said from the backseat. 

“Thanks.” Dean cracked what seemed like a genuine, lopsided smile at you for the first time in the rearview mirror. “Sam thinks it’s mullet rock.”

“Yeah, well, it’s better than Kiss and Poison.”

“True that.” Despite the fact that he was agreeing with you about something as mundane as music, his tone was still guarded.

“How far is Blackwater Ridge?” you asked Sam, who was looking over a map. 

“About 600 miles,” he answered.

“Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning,” Dean cut in. 

Sam suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Dean, I, um…”

The older brother deflated. “You're not going.”

“The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there,” Sam tried to reason.

Dean nodded, disappointed, and returned his attention to the road. “Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home.”

The mood in the car had turned tense, awkward, and sour, and remained that way for the rest of the drive back to Sam’s college.

“Dude, you go to Stanford?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” he nodded, sheepishly.

“Alright, smartass, look at you.” You nudged his shoulder with your balled fist. 

Dean rolled to a stop in front of Sam’s apartment complex. 

You and Sam got out of the car. You gave him a quick hug goodbye before climbing down into the front seat. 

Sam leaned into your rolled-down window. “Call me if you find him?”

Dean nodded. 

“And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?”

Despite Sam’s chipper tone, Dean’s disappointment was clear. “Yeah, all right.”

Sam patted the car door twice before turning away. 

“Sam?” Dean called before his brother could get too far. “You know, we made a hell of a team back there.” 

You felt a pang in your heart at Dean’s indirect attempt to try to convince Sam to stay. 

Sam nodded with a half-hearted smile. “Yeah.” 

Dean then began to drive off. 

The two of you didn’t get any more than five minutes down the road before you felt something was off. You could no longer hear the steady ticking of Dean’s watch breaking through the almost awkward silence. Sure enough, when you looked over at the wrist he had perched atop the steering wheel, the watch was stopped. 

“Dean,” you said. You tapped his watch’s face with your fingernail. 

He matched your worried glance, immediately turning the car around.

The car had barely stopped before you and Dean were leaping into action. You let Dean take the lead in rushing up to Sam’s apartment. 

Dean kicked the door to the apartment open, calling out to his brother in the process. You gasped when you caught sight of flames licking at the ceiling coming out from what you assumed was Sam’s bedroom. 

You heard Sam’s voice weakly calling his girlfriend’s name as you rushed to get him out of the smoldering room. You just barely caught sight of a body bleeding from the stomach burning on the ceiling before you and Dean dragged a screaming Sam out of his bedroom and away from the fire. You fought him every step of the way out of his apartment complex. 

It didn’t take long for the fire department to show up and the police to start asking questions. A small crowd had gathered to gawk at Sam’s smoldering apartment. Your face was steely as you watched the firefighters carry Jess out in a body bag. You and Dean took the brunt of the questions the police had, allowing Sam as much space as he needed. 

You and Dean soon headed over to the Impala where Sam was packing up the weapons cavity of the trunk. Both of you seemed too scared to ask Sam what was running through his head, and neither of you had any idea what to say. 

Sam threw a shotgun into the weapons box before muttering, “We got work to do,” and slamming the trunk shut.

You threw a look at Dean, who shook his head in response. Biting the inside of your cheek, you followed the boys into the car. As the three of you left Sam’s apartment in the rearview mirror, you realized the course of your formerly relatively boring life was changing very quickly. 

‘Damn you, John. Wherever you are.’

[gracies-baby]

Meeting the Abrams Family

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"What if they don't like me?" Y/n asks her girlfriend nervously as she gets ready to meet the brunettes family.

"They're gonna love you. I promise" Gracie replies, walking into the room.

"How do you know?" Y/n walks up to the girl and hides her face in her shoulder.

"I've known them my whole life. I just know" Gracie says as she wraps her arms around the shorter girl, holding her closer.

"You ready to go?" Gracie asks, slowly pulling away.

"Yeah" Y/n replies, voice muffled as she puts her face back in her girlfriend's shoulder before they go to the car.

When Gracie stops the car, she walks to the passenger side and opens the door.

"Aww, how cute" Y/n teases, pecking her girlfriend's cheek.

"Well, I try" Gracie replies as she takes her girlfriend's hand and guides her to the front door before knocking.

"You must be Y/n! Gracie's told us so much about you!" Gracie's mum exclaims when she opens the door, pulling the shorter girl in for a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you!" Y/n says, hugging the older woman back.

"Yeah, I'm here too, you know" Gracie mumbles as she walks inside her house.

"You literally live here. I see you every day" Her mother replies, guiding Y/n into the house. Gracie takes her hand and brings her to the living room where Henry is playing his video game and August is watching TV.

"Are you gonna look up from the screens anytime soon?" Gracie scolds, waiting for her brothers to turn their heads.

"I can hear you just fine this way" Henry replies, not moving.

"I want you to meet someone. This is my girlfriend, Y/n" Gracie says, getting annoyed with her brothers.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you. I can't believe Gracie actually got a girlfriend. Are you with her because of her dog?" Henry teases her sister, standing up and shaking the shorter girls hand.

"Well, he's a big part of it" Y/n joins the teasing.

"Are you gonna marry my sister?" The younger boy asks, walking up to the girls.

"Uh, I dunno. It's a bit early for that" Y/n stammers as the two girls faces turn red.

"I bet Gracie would love that, right?" Henry adds with a smirk.

"Dude, literally shut the fuck up"

"Gracie Madigan! Language!" Katie yells from the kitchen.

"They're egging me on!"

"Boys come help with dinner!" The boys sigh before walking to the kitchen to help their mom.

"Your middle names Madigan? That's so cute!" Y/n exclaims, reaching up to squish her girlfriend's cheeks.

"You're cuter" Gracie replies, pulling the girl closer as she wraps her arms around her waist. The taller girl leans down to place a kiss on her girlfriend's lips only to be stopped by a voice.

"Why are there people kissing in my living room?" A man's voice teases causing the girls to look up.

"Dad! This is Y/n, my girlfriend" Gracie replies as she pulls away to speak to her father.

"Hi, Y/n. I've heard a lot about you" JJ says as he shakes the girls hand.

"You too. It's nice to finally meet you" Y/n replies with a kind smile.

"Anyway, we're gonna go to my room while dinner cooks" Gracie says as she drags her girlfriend away from her father and to her room.

"Finally alone" Gracie sighs, closing her door as Y/n sits on her bed.

"Do you think they like me?"

"Babe, they love you. A lot more than your parents like me" Gracie replies as she sits next to her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her shoulder.

"They do like you! They just didn't like all the jokes you made about sex.. or that you're with me" Y/n replies.

"Really?" Gracie asks, giving the girl a skeptical look.

"Well, I like you" Y/n pulls the taller girl down to connect their lips as Gracie slowly pushes the girl to lay on the bed as she gets on top of her.

"Jeez! At least close the door next time!" Y/n quickly pulls her hands out of her girlfriend's hair, pushing her away to see as she sees Henry standing by the door.

"I told you not to come near my room!" Gracie exclaims as she glares at her brother for interrupting her moment with her girlfriend.

"Mom wanted me to tell you dinners ready dumbass" Henry replies, walking out of the room as he rolls his eyes at his sister.

"Sorry about him, he's an asshole" Gracie apologises to her girlfriend as she guides her to the dining room.

"Have a good make out?" Henry asks when they get to the dining room.

"At least I can get some-" Gracie counters before she is cut off.

"Stop arguing. We have a guest" JJ speaks as August sets the table, everyone sitting down as he does so.

"So, Y/n, what's your major?" Katie asks as everyone begins eating.

"Oh, I'm a drama major. I've always been pushed towards acting so I didn't really get a choice" Y/n replies as she swallows down the corn on her plate.

"Yeah, well, it suits you well" Gracie teases as she softly rubs her girlfriend's thigh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Y/n playfully glares at the brunette.

"Nothing! Just that you're a tiny bit dramatic sometimes" The girls words only make Y/n glare harder.

"Uh oh, looks like Gracie's in the dog house tonight" Henry jokes as he watches the scene.

"Henry stop making inappropriate jokes. August is here" Katie scolds as she smiles at her daughter's silly banter.

"I'm kidding. You're not dramatic. Although before we met, Audrey did make a joke about that so you might wanna talk to her about it" Gracie says as eats her food.

The family makes small talk until Gracie has to drive Y/n back to her apartment.

"It was amazing meeting you all! Thank you so much for having me!" Y/n says as Gracie looks for her keys.

"Of course! You're welcome any time! You're part of our family now" Katie says, pulling the girl in for a hug.

"Alright, I found the keys.. aw, you're having a moment" Gracie says as she walks back into the room.

"I'll see you all next time!" They all say bye before   Y/n gets in the passenger seat of her girlfriend's car.

"You okay? You look a little pale. Babe, they definitely love you. I promise" Gracie asks as she drives.

"No, it's not that" Y/n replies, looking like she's about to puke.

"What is it? Oh, there was corn wasn't there. I'm sorry, I should've told them. Are you okay? Do I need to pull over?" Gracie apologises to her girlfriend.

"No, I'll be fine. Do you wanna stay the night? I want Gracie cuddles" Y/n asks with a grin.

"Obviously! I need morning kisses" Gracie replies as she puts her hand on Y/n's thigh, continuing the drive.

[dolliebabydoll15]

Fallin' For You: a Cliva fanfic

ALRIGHTTT I'M WRITING ANOTHER ONESHOT <333 calling all cliva shippers, y'all are gonna love this one 💚💛

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It was a sunny day in Pop Village.

Poppy, Branch, and their siblings were out for a walk, enjoying each other's company when Guy Diamond suddenly ran up to the group.

"Poppy, come quick! It's an emergency!"

"Guy Diamond, are you okay? What's wrong?" Poppy asked in concern.

"Tiny got stuck on the roof of our pod...apparently he wanted to see himself glisten in the sun..."

"Just like his father," muttered Branch.

Poppy tried to suggest some good solutions. "Can you use your hair to get him down? Or do you have a ladder?"

"I tried, but he's too scared."

"Okay Guy, we can help." the queen replied.

"How does she do all this in a day? I could never." JD wondered.

"It's called leadership, John. Take notes." Clay responded with a smirk.

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When the trolls rushed to the pod, there was Tiny Diamond, helplessly perched atop the roof.

"Oh, yeah! Right on time, Aunt Poppy's here! And Branch. And the four random dudes who look like him. And Aunt Viva."

"I'LL SAVE YOU, SPARKLY BABY!" Viva shouted, eager to save him. She whipped out her sticky hand and began to climb.

"Veev, um, I don't know if you should be climbing, it's kinda high up there." said Clay in a worried manner.

"The sticky hand has never let me down, Clay, I got this!" Viva stated confidently. She was nearly at the top when she nearly placed her foot too far from reach.

"VIVA, I WOULDN'T STEP THERE IF I WERE YOU-"

Unfortunately, Viva slipped and fell, flailing as she plunged.

Clay took quick action and immediately caught her into his arms.

Viva sighed of relief. "Oh, thank goodness, I thought I was a goner! That was a fantastamazing catch!"

"You okay?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks a lot for catching me," Viva replied.

"I just want to make sure you don't get hurt." Clay replied with a smile.

Viva smiled back, ever so glad he was there. "I don't regret recruting him as my right hand man at all. Why doesn't everybody have one?" she thought.

She then realized that Clay was still holding her. "Oh, uh, you can put me down now,"

"Oh, right, sorry!" Clay uttered with a nervous laugh.

As Viva walked off, Poppy stood on the side of Guy Diamond's house.

"Uh...maybe I should do the climbing here." the Pop Queen acquired. As she scaled the wall, Clay's brothers turned to him.

"Wooow, look at you, Prince Charming, saving your girl from harm!" JD teased.

Clay turned red as a tomato. "What was I supposed to do, stand there and watch her break every bone in her body, and supposedly die?"

"Hey, you were a real one for saving her back there." Bruce replied.

"I'm her right hand man, what do you expect?"

"Whatever you say, Clay. Whateeever you say." Branch responded smugly.

Clay rolled his eyes. Just then, Floyd put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"It's okay to have feelings for Viva. But if you don't feel like expressing them right now, that's okay! Give it time."

Clay looked at his brother with a soft smile. Then he took a glance at Viva, as she was chatting happily with her sister and a safe and sound Tiny Diamond. She was like a ray of sunshine when she laughed. No, she was as bright as the whole sun, as far as Clay was concerned. Even if he wouldn't tell her now, it simply didn't stop him from admiring her from afar.

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i would like to give recognition to @kittyball23 for inspiring me to start writing fics! i realize that if you have an idea in your mind, why not write it down instead of daydreaming abt it for a long time lol.

[demxnicprxncess]

Boy in the Halls (Cooper Day x FEM!Reader)

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

Character makes decisions I'll make so go ahead and poke fun.

Part One

Every day I walk down the same god forsaken halls of this school. I always see the same dude; His eyeliner always catches my attention since he's the only dude I see with it. I admire him and really love watching him in the halls. His hair beautiful and fluffy. I had a huge crush on him since the I seen him which was since elementary school. I admired him even more after finding out he fought his sister's boyfriend, since he got her pregnant. After his little two-day suspension, I had decided to talk to him. "Hey, I love your eyeliner." He looked at me his face still as if he was analyzing me. "I like yours too." I smiled at him. "What kind do you wear?" I thought for a moment before replying, "Liquid, pencil, and black eyeshadow." He gave "ah, I see" look making me smile at him again. His sister walked by giving him a kind of smirky look. Her friend Emma following behind giving him a flirtatious look. "Look at her." I felt my body heat in jealousy. "Yeah, she's gorgeous..." He looked at me. "Well, I gotta go to class..." I looked at him and smiled before walking to the bathroom. His sister coming beside me, "You're cute... but woman to woman, he likes Emma. I don't want you to get hurt." I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "Oh, I don't really like him much though, I don't even know him." She looked at me nodded before going away. I felt my throat burn and my chest hurt, I've liked him for more than half my life. I felt my eyes burn with tears. "You, okay?" I turned around and seen Cooper staring at me. "I thought you were going to class?" He smiled before looking down slightly. "It's PE, I'm skipping." I smiled at him. "Me too." "Math?" I shook my head. "Nope, Science." He nodded in acknowledgement. "Let's go outside." He offered making me follow behind him, he led me outside and sat beneath a tree. "So, why'd you talk to me?" He'd gained quite some popularity after his little winners' announcement. After little conversations of nothing it was time to go back to class. "Hey, Cooper... you think I could come over tonight?" He nodded at me before scribbling the address on my hand.

Once I was welcomed into the house by his mom and dad, I headed to the room they told me was his. I was walking and then I heard his sister call me, we talked for a bit and just laughed partially. She mentioned how stressful it was being "The Pregnant girl." Mid conversation she got up and I followed behind. She was actually taking me to Coopers room making me nervous. As she burst open the door starting a sentence before replacing it. "Hey Frea- WHAT THE HELL?!" I poked my head in and saw Emma practically eating his face off. "Cooper?" He pushed her off of him and I look at him tears brimming in my eyes again. This time I felt one trailing down my face. "(name) I- When did you get here?" I looked down, "Doesn't matter. I'm calling my mom and I'm leaving." He looked at me and started to say something, but I stopped him. "Natalie, may I borrow your phone?" I went to call my mom but instead of her telling me she was on her way she said I needed to stay there since she was in a meeting, and I have no way into the house. I watched as Emma walked by leaving. I felt my whole world cave in I just wanted to cry. "Hey, why'd you cry if you didn't like him (name)" I shot a glare at her. "I lied. I've liked him since Elementary School." Her heart broke for me. "Take it from me, men are assholes." I nodded as tears formed again. Little did I know, Cooper was listening from behind her door.

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 14

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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This deal with Jungkook is like going back in the past, back to when I was in high school and every single day I had a new project scheduled for the next day. Oh yup, just like that. And he's like the typical teacher that looks cool with good vibes, but as soon as you're in his class, he starts being a pain in the ass you'd want to get rid of.

When the whole deal thing started I expected something else on his side. What exactly? I don't know. But definitely not this.

While still doing the "observing" task -which, by the way, I might've found my new profession and I'm thinking of trying luck by applying for a vacancy in National Geographic-, he also has asked me to try and deepen in my memory and remember how I socialized back in high school and college. According to him, it could help to understand why I react the way I do around males I think I'm into. But honestly, it only helped me to realize I barely lived my teenage years the way I should have. Always too focused on something else.

He lifts his gaze from the paper for only one second, right after I've complained about how that will be of no help. But he insists.

I roll my eyes, and lift one of my fingers so I can start counting.

—I had strict parents —I start—. I rarely was allowed to leave the house, and sneaking away was impossible. It was a fucking bunker —I excuse myself—. I remember at some point they even installed a locator app on my phone when I got the first one at fourteen. And, trust me, dealing with the consequences of deactivating it was way worse than doing what I was told.

—Shit.

He looks at me with wide eyes, surprised by that comment. And I can see by the look on his face how he's trying to understand why my parents would do something like that. Well, I guess it's all about control. It doesn't really surprise me.

—What about in school?

That's difficult to answer, because I don't really remember much. I only remember the thing with my parents because they kept doing that until I moved out to study.

—Hmm —I sit on the tattoo chair—. In school I was too focused on my studies —I shrug—. I had pretty good grades I had to maintain.

—Good grades and you ended up doing Fine Arts?

—You also did Fine Arts.

—How do you know? —he frowns at my reply, but quickly relaxes his face— Never mind. Soo —he finds the answer himself—. What I meant is: I was a donkey in high school, but you were good at it. People that are good at studying usually go for... other type of degrees.

—Well, having the ability isn't the same as liking neither of those degrees or careers.

And that's true. I remember how hard I had to fight my parents for them to accept my decision, and they still ended up being convinced any other degree would be a better choice. The mere thought of spending four years of my life studying something I didn't like demotivated me.

Thinking about it now though... Look where I am: nowhere, working as a barmaid and dealing with dudes that are too drunk to frame a sentence that makes sense.

—You moved to New York for college, right? —he arches his eyebrows.

I'm almost going to ask how he knows about that, but just like him, I remember his sister probably kept him updated on all the information she got from me the first day we met.

I nod, and he goes back to his drawing.

—You didn't use your freedom in college?

I let out a shaky laugh, playing with my fingers before I get up from the chair and start walking around again.

—Let's say I didn't really have the chance.

—You made no friends in college? —when I look at him, he looks genuinely concerned.

—My grandma paid for my studies, so I started working to pay her back. When people were doing extracurriculars or going to parties, I was heading to a call center to do the night shifts nobody wanted to do.

—And in class? —he insists.

—I didn't really feel like talking to anyone —I sit back on the tattoo chair.

More like, I felt like I'd be disturbing people if I tried to join their groups. The fact that I started the first year two weeks later than them didn't play in my favor. I only talked to some people because of group projects we were forced to do, but even then, our talks were limited to that.

Ever since I moved to New York, the only one I spent quality time with -and I considered a friend- was my grandma. But two years ago she died, and it's like I'm back to the start.

Which keeps making this whole situation weird. I've never really had someone to open up with, and here I am, talking with Jungkook as if three weeks ago we weren't on each other's throats at the minimum chance.

—Guys didn't try to make moves on you either? —I shake my head— You probably scared them away with that bitch resting face —I throw a death glare at him, which makes Jungkook point at me to yell:— Yes! That one.

—You're an asshole.

—Thank you —he finally gets up from his chair.

I see him moving around the room, passing by a wheeled tray filled with different colors of ink in tiny bottles. He stops in front of a shelf, and takes a folder where he keeps that same drawing. And when he opens it, I can catch a glimpse of several other drawings with the same style.

—I thought tattoo artists used tablets for that.

—I rather work on paper —he puts the folder back where it was.

He then sits back on the chair he was sitting on, and rolls its four wheels so he's just a few centimeters away from me.

—So? —I lift my eyebrows— What was all that interrogatory for?

Apart from reminding me how little I've lived.

—I don't know —he shrugs—. I was curious. Maybe it could be of use in the future.

—And why did we meet here? We could've met up at my place.

—We've met at your place the other times —he moves closer.

—Then yours.

He puckers his lips and frowns in a quick second, clearly uncomfortable by the idea. And I partially get it, we don't know each other that well yet. But he still has been at my place more times than anyone I've known.

—What? —I laugh— You have dead bodies in your freezer?

—No —he leans closer—. I don't feel comfortable bringing people over.

He doesn't let me insist, Jungkook traps my lips between his and moves them slowly. Before the hand on my thigh is able to move forward, I break the kiss.

—And I don't feel comfortable with whatever you're planning to do here —I murmur, with my eyes still closed—. Don't make me kick your motorbike again.

—Gotcha —he smiles against my lips—. But I want to keep kissing you.

And I'm unable to resist that. Whether it's his warm breath, his soft voice or his intoxicating scent -or a mix of the three-, my hands move to his neck to pull him back on a kiss. His long locks tickle on the reverse of my digits when I pull him closer. The kiss is soft and slow, and I can't help but think we're both just refraining ourselves from going deeper into it.

—Do you have plans for tonight?

—I'm meeting up with the girls —I try to keep my focus when his thumb starts circling my knee over my jeans.

—Girls' night? —I nod— That's nice.

—Yeah... —I move my gaze away, lowering it to my lap— It's a bit weird for me still. You know, having a group of friends to hang out with. But I like it. It's nice —when I look up to him, he's back at giving me a soft look—. What?

—Nothing —he simply shrugs, and moves the chair away to stand up—. Have fun tonight —he tells me—, and maybe try to meet someone. Or, at least, don't use that insecure control freak personality if a guy reaches out to you. Fake it 'till you make it.

—I'll do my best —I get up from the chair.

I've been here for almost an hour, but just now I happen to realize Jungkook is here by himself, and Mark is nowhere to be seen. When I ask, he just says there was no point for the two of them to be there if customers didn't start coming until four in the afternoon. And it makes sense.

Huh, that's why he was getting so comfortable just a few minutes ago.

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 1: A little back story y/n is a family friend of Lin manual Miranda. And that's it yeah

Y/n point of view: yo I'm y/n and I'm family friends wit Lin manual Miranda you know the dude who wrote Hamilton? He has known me since I've been in diapers. And it was day one of Hamilton "Y/N TERRELL" "what" "get up" "I don't want to" "PLEASE THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME" "fine" "thank you" I get up and changed (what ever the fuck you want ig) and we get down to the theatre and waited for the others every was here or so I thought I was talking to Lin then he yelled "hey ant over here" I turn around and I saw him his eyes greener then Hellebores such radiant skin and hair was so curly "ant this is y/n y/n this is ant" "hey I'm Anthony but everyone calls me ant" "👋🏾" I was so nervous I couldn't speak to him he looked around "YO DAVVED WHAT IT DO" "that was rude y/n" "what do you mean" "you were so nice to everyone else and you were cold with him"

"I didn't mean to be mean" "well not MEAN you know what it kinda reminds of me of that dude Derek and how-" he cut him self off would that loud gasp (a/n Derek is a old elementary crush) he pulled me aside in said "YOU LIKE ANT" "WHAT NO" "yes you do" "fine kinda" "y/n gotta crush y/n gotta crush" "oooooh on who" pippa ask "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM" "yOUR momS HOUSE" "🖕🏾" "wowwwwwwwwwwww" "to awnser your question she likes ant" "BRO" "what it's pippa she's not gonna tell anyone about your little crush on ant" "you like ANT" Renéé asks coming from the shadows "OH COME ON" "I'm taking that as a yes" "OK SO YALL ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO KNOW I LIKE ANT OK" "YOU LIKE ANT" jazzy ask "ok that was your fault" "ya I know" "let's just go" *on stage* let's sit in a circle and sing are lines "how dose a basterd,orphan,son of a whore and a Scotsmen," "okay can you add more anger on basterd" "okay" "how dose a BASTERD,orphan,son of a whore and a Scotsmen" *5 hours later* "let's have a cast sleep over here on Saturday" Lin suggests. Everyone agreed due to lack of plans. Me and Lin went Home "you know why I suggest the sleepover over" "why" "so you can sleep with Anthony" "ah sick dude fuck you" "love you too"

*Saturday* "y/n are you ready" "the girls told me to stay back a minute" "ok cya" there is a loud knock at the door and I check the peepholes it's the girls "hey girls" "we wanted to get you ready for tonight with your boyfriend" "🖕🏾" "wowww ok" pippa says taking fake offense "we just wanna help you do skin care take of your hair cute pj's" "aww that's kinda sweet" "yeah" Jasmine replies "shut up YOU'RE here for the food" "Lin's food is just better"

"True" we all say in unison the make me go through ten minutes of girly girl torture  but it was fun "ok we can go now" nea said we get into her car and drive to the theatre and the boys are already there giggling like school girls pips nudges me "your boyfriend is looking at youuuu" "shut up pips" oak whispered something the ant then and got all red nudged him Lin notices us "HEY GIRLS come on up" we climbed up the stairs the girls teasing me. We get up there and he's shirtless and in boxers my face was so hot

Chapter 1:"Y/n come here" Lin said leading to the wings "did you bring Greg" "shut up Lin" "y/n..." "it's fine" "I have him" "DUDE "I whisper shout "I'll slip him to you when there sleep" "ARE YALL DONE WHISPERING WE BORED" oak yell's "let's go we sat in a circle" "what's you're most embarrassing moment" "I'll go first,when I first met ants mom I whispered to him 'your mom is fine as fuck' and she said 'thanks'" Lin told us "I told you stop calling moms hot" "when I was 7 I liked someone and he always laughed at farts and one day I walked up to him and farted but I accidentally shit my self and was sent home" everyone was laughing really hard except oak he was trying to hide his giggles "ah shut up you guys" "sorry pips" daveed and ant said in between laughs "I'm not" I say still laughing my ass off "🖕🏻" "love you too" "I guess I'll go next I was 9 I was in a school talent show and I sung a original song and made a dance had a shirt for it and everything and while I was waiting someone asked 'jazzy don't you wanna change' and then I got up there in froze still sung no dance tho just blank face froze"(true story 😭😭😭) "dayummmm" I replied "I was 15 and was watching boyonce and my cousin came in and saw me and saw me.........yeah" "ew" "shut up I caught you last week" "LIN!"

Pippa was laughing extra hard for revenge on me I look at ant he looks a little sad but not over me right? "Anyway......when I was ten I liked this girl and gave her love notes and I told her to meet me in this spot and when we meat she was like 'YOU' and I kissed and she said 'I THOUGHT YOU WERE DAVID' and slapped me and ran away" "Justice for tiny daveed" I replied daveed put his fist in the air as a joke "I was in Highschool and we were doing Romeo and Juliet and I had to pee and while I died I peed my pants" "damn Chris" "when I was in 3d grade I thought these girls were cool so I went up and danced and sung as a way of saying hi" nea recalls "show us" "ughhh hey I'm nea and i want to be your friend today (real name is Renee)" "PUT THAT ON BROADWAY" "when i was ten Mario-" "w-who" I cut off "w-who" jazzy and pip whisperer in my ear nea knocks them upside the head in a joking matter"oh my brother and he had a girlfriend who I was MADLY in love with so one time I was playing baseball and said'THIS ONES FOR YOU' then my brother tackled me but I still hit the ball" "well y/n your turn" "when I was 5 I wanted to marry Lin and I asked him and he said yeah because he thought I was playing a game then i told him about are honey moon and he said 'wow your very committed to this game' and cried stomped and tantrumed for 10 minutes because he hurt my feelings" "I remember thatttttt" "would you marry him now" ant asks "o-f cou-rse no-t" why do I always stutter around him "LETS DO KARAOKE" "OK" TO BE CONTUIED (SMITSV REFERENCE) |1214 words|

[lovelandfrogispookybear]

11: New Sun, New People

Eddie's pov

Stepping into the light feels so good. I'm able to pull down my bandana for the first time in god knows how long.

"This is the sun! This is light!" I exclaim. No response. I swivel around, looking for Otto.

I can't find her, but there is a clearly trampled through path through the woods.

"Fuck!" I smooth back my hair and roll my eyes, but follow the trail nonetheless.

Otto's pov

"WHO ARE YOU?" Someone yells to me. I cling to who knows what, swimming in a large tub of water.

"Otto! Otto!" I say, but the person keeps yelling.

"DID YOU TAKE EDDIE?" The person yells again, but I can says something else now.

"Know Eddie! I know Eddie!" I shout.

"OTTO!" Eddie comes run in, and the first person stops yelling. I paddle fast out of the tub and hide behind Eddie.

"Dustin?" Eddie asks. I struggle out of the big tub, and hide behind Eddie.

"Eddie? You know this little- this little person?" Dustin asks.

Eddie's pov

"Eddie, don't let person hurt me," Otto whispers. She looks at me, and I almost jump at how different her eyes look. The sudden brightness has caused them to constrict, and her once large pupils are now small as a pinprick.

"Dustin!" I shout, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "Oh man, I missed you so much dude!"

"Eddie, holy shit, I thought you were gone!" Dustin says. "But, uh... what's up with the girl?" He whispers.

I turn around, and Otto is  crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around her head. She's bent over something, I just can't tell what. I walk over, and bend down next to her.

"Otto, are you okay?"  I ask cautiously. She turns to me, and shakes her head weakly. Her mouth opens, and inky black liquid flows out.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shouts. Immediately, I scoop her into my arms.

"Dustin, we need to get her somewhere dark and out of the sun right now!" I shout.

"Uh, okay, so we need to go north! Forward!" Dustin shouts. I start running, and follow every one of his directions until we break through the treeline.

Steve's pov

Dad left an hour ago for his business trip. Thank god. He'll be gone for a few days, Mom is staying with Grammy, so I have the house to myself.

I'm watching a movie in my room when the door bursts open.

"STEVE WE'RE BORROWING YOUR HOUSE IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screams from downstairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask, running down the stairs. The bathroom door is open with the light is off, and a filthy looking Dustin is standing over an even grimier-

"Munson?" I ask.

"Shut up Harrington, we're trying to save a life here!" Eddie says, splashing water over something lying in the bathtub.

"What the hell does he have there?" I ask Dustin.

"A kid." Dustin replies with such nonchalance about this that you'd almost think he was joking.

"Did he like... get a girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"No. He just, like, appeared out of nowhere with her?" Dustin explains. "She's super weird. She's very small and looks like she's younger than me? Also her eyes are crazy looking and she started throwing up this weird, black stuff. Eddie's insisting she needs darkness and to cool down, so that's what's happening."

I sweep the curtain aside, and observe what's going on. The tap is on, and Eddie scoops handfuls of water onto the small girl. The dress thing she's wearing is stained with black, and the water is muddled and full of debris and dirt. Despite Eddie's attempts, the girl's eyes stay closed and black stuff continues to dribble out her mouth.

"Uh, Munson, you want me to help?" I offer.

"I got it!" Eddie insists. He douses her face one more time, and her eyes open.

I jump back. Her eyes are HUGE.

"You know what? I think maybe I'll go turn off the lights and draw the blinds," I say. I grab Dustin and pull him out the door with me.

"Dustin. What the fuck is going on, man? You said this girl was weird, you didn't say she was like supernatural weird!"

"You couldn't figure that out when I said crazy eyes and hurling black stuff?" Dustin asks. "Look. How about you go cook something up? This new person will be hungry. Okay? And I'm going to gather some members of the party and some other people, so we can brainstorm ideas on what the everloving fuck is going on. Okay?"

"Okay," I say shakily. "Thank you."

"Okay. You're welcome." Dustin runs out the front door. I walk into the kitchen slowly, and begin trying to find something I can cook.

About an hour later, Dustin shows back up, with a few Party members (excluding Max and Lucas, of course), Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan with his friend. All I've managed to do in that time is slice up a watermelon and get a tray of frozen fries in the oven.

"Alright everybody, I've gathered you here today to-" Dustin starts.

"Uh, why is it all dark in here?" Robin asks.

"Excellent question. Today's presentation requires darkness, or bad things will happen. Eddie, you can come out now!" Dustin calls.

Eddie walks out, by himself.

"So, ah, hey! Everybody!"

The room erupts into shouts and exclamations at my arrival.

"Thank you, thank you everybody," I start. "But, my returning is not what Dustin got you all for. You see, while I was gone, I may or may not have found something in the Upside Down that is now here. And I thought I'd just say this preface, because she can be, uh, unpredictable." I smile weakly at everybody, they return the favor with confused looks. "Otto, you can come out now if you'd like."

The bathroom door creaks open, and the sound of quick footsteps fills the silence.

"Eddie, who is this 'Otto'? And where is she?" Nancy interjects.

"Here," Otto says. As everyone's eyes adjust, they can make out her small silhouette next to me. The red glint of her glasses are the only thing noting she's there.

"Otto, I'm going to turn on a very dim light. It would be like my cigarette and your firework punk being lit at the same time, okay?" I explain. Otto nods. I nod at Dustin, who throws a blanket over a lamp and switches it on. Soft light fills the room, and everyone stares at Otto. The water in her hair has turned into mud, and since her sun exposure, her skin is a flushed shade of red. Her dress is even more torn and ratty, if that's even possible. A small, spider-esque creature crawls through her hair.

"Hi Otto!" Someone pipes up from the back. Otto waves a little bit. I can tell Otto isn't interested in transforming or talking or doing any of that, and everyone else can tell she isn't going to do anything, and they all get up to talk in small groups. In all the bustle, the person who said hi wanders over. She's a small girl, who looks very similar to Otto. Her head is shaved, and she's dressed in an oversized flannel.

"Otto, this is-"

"El! El, short for Eleven," El smiles. "Hi Otto!"

"Hello. As Eddie said, I is Otto." Otto runs her hand through one of her twintails nervously, and chunks of mud and other debris crumbles to the floor.

"You talk like me!" El says excitedly. "Mike says I am getting better at my grammar, but I think that to sound like this is okay!"

"Mike?" Otto asks.

"Mike is my boyfriend. He is over there!" El motions to a little but away, where Mike gathers another boy and Dustin. He looks nervous, awkwardly waving his hands as the second boy talks to him. Hm.

"Boyfriend?" Otto asks. "Is that like when Eddie talked in his sleep about-"

"Well Otto, you've scattered one too many bugs across this lovely living room carpet, who about we get you back into the bathtub and taking a shower?"

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I had to mace a dog today. It's been hours and I still feel gross about it. I had parked and noticed a border collie sleeping next to one of the cars in the driveway. As I always do, I said, "Hey! Are we gonna be cool?" in a way that dogs are usually positively receptive to. Guy stands up, walks to my truck, and is like 10ft away, perfectly still, just staring. And my initial thought was "this dog is aggressive," but I took a step down in case it was just a more timid dog who didn't know how to react to me but was curious. Body language could have been either or. And I had a like 25lb package for that house that I knew my boss wouldn't let me take back. The second my weight shifts, the dog is on me, nearly getting my shoes. I've never had to use the dog spray every postal vehicle is supposed to have. To be honest, I don't even carry it on routes I know. But I didn't know this one, and the dog gave me the impression, from just sleeping in the shade, that it might be a problem. So I had that shit in hand. And I sprayed the fuck out of the dog. Which only pissed him off more, and he came attacking again, and I slammed the door shut right before he could get in. I'm also screaming at this dog. I've never been attacked by a dog (other than my own, over food, and she's easy to deal with because I know her), and apparently my response is "attack back, and yell profanities." And the owner comes out and asks what's happening. I said, "Your fucking dog attacked me, dude," and started the truck. She calls the dog over, he's not listening because his face is full of pepper spray, and when she goes over to him she yells, "Oh my god! Why is he bleeding!" To which I reply, "It's just pepper spray. Your package is in the yard, by the way. Through it as hard as I could out the window so your dog didn't try to take off my leg again," and left. This is the fifth time this week a dog has attacked someone at my office. I'm the only one who wasn't injured, because I'm also the only one who was holding dog spray.

Anyway. This is a PSA. Keep your aggressive fucking dogs in a cage or on a leash or something. I get it, it's your home, but I do not want to have to hurt dogs, dude. I hate it. I love dogs, and I'm gonna feel gross about this for days, same way I do if I run over a squirrel or something.

[ejsandfarkleslovebot]

CHAPTER TEN, big time demos

Andi follows her mom out to the pool at Palm Woods where the boys are sitting. "Hey, guys." Kelly greets while Andi waves at them. "We just stopped by to drop off your tickets."

"Oh, hockey tickets?" Logan guessed.

James smiles. "Concert tickets?"

"No and no." Andi replies. She points at the plane tickets in her mom's hand. "Plane tickets."

"You guys do know that if you don't get picked by the record company tomorrow, you're going back to Minnesota." Kelly said to the boys and by their reactions Andi assumed they didn't know that.

The boys look at Andi and Kelly with a surprised and fearful expression. "What?!"

The boys had just finished the new song 'Want To Be Famous' written by Andi. They immediately rushed into the sound system room where Andi and Gustavo are at. "We don't want to go home," Kendall tells Gustavo. "We want to stay here…"

"And get famous." James added.

Kelly walks into the room, walking over to stand where Gustavo sat as Andi turns around in her chair to face the boys. "Yeah, about that…Too bad!" Gustavo yells. "It's been three months." Andi hands him the demo he reaches over for and Gustavo shows the boys the demo. "The demos are done." He does air quotations when he says the word 'deal'. "That was the 'deal'."

Andi couldn't believe it was already three months. It felt like yesterday they had just moved to LA. Time was moving by fast. Andi didn't want the boys to leave, especially not after she had been starting to have a crush on Kendall. Okay, yes, she admits it, she had a crush on Kendall Knight. It's hard not to. He's a great guy. And she really doesn't want him to go back to Minnesota. He's not the only one that is a great guy though. She had grown close to all the boys and they were her best friends. And she didn't want them to leave.

"Right…" Carlos nods and then furrows his eyebrows. "What are demos again?"

"They're the sample songs we've been recording that if the record company likes," Kelly responds. "Then you get to stay here, make a full album, go on tour, and then.."

"You become famous." Kelly sang.

Gustavo stands up. "But if they don't pick it, I take over my father's scooter business, and you go back to Minnesota and be nobodies again."

James lets out a small scream, looking at Gustavo with wide eyes along with the others. Kendall frowns. "But we've worked so hard. W-We're so close."

Gustavo shakes his head. "You're not so close."

Logan furrows his eyebrows. "We're almost there?"

Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly shake their heads. "Halfway there?" Carlos questioned.

Gustavo points at the boys. "You're almost halfway there. Now I'm going to go to my office. Please do not follow me."

The boys didn't listen to him. Instead they followed the three to Gustavo's office, opening the door just as Andi closed it. "How could Griffin not pick Big Time Rush?" James asks while Gustavo sits down at his desk. "He loves us."

"Griffin loves all the bands with demos, and there are six of them, but only one gets picked." Gustavo replied.

"Everyone is talking about Vampirah." Andi spoke, showing the boys Vampirah's demo she got off of Gustavo's desk. James took the demo from her and a panicked expression forms on his face.

"Vampire dudes with guitars." Logan read off the back of the demo. He frowns. "We're toast."

"Hey, hey, hey, we're not toast." Kendall reassures his friends. He looks at Carlos, James, and Logan. "What's the one thing we've learned since we've been in L.A?"

"That black is the new black." James replied.

"If you drink cold milk on a hot day, you die." Logan responded.

"That every time you leave your house, your toys come alive." Carlos answered. Andi looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he meant by that. Did his toys really come alive when he left his house? Or did he watch Toy Story too many times? She was thinking it was the latter.

Kendall shakes his head. "That if you don't wait for your dreams to happen. You make them happen." He looks at Gustavo. "Now, how does the winning band get picked?"

Gustavo stands up and angrily replies with, "That is a highly classified cooperate secret that no one will tell me, and it's killing me!"

"Guys," Kelly chimes in. "We want this as bad as you do, but all we know is that the winning band is picked by a top-secret advisor very close to Griffin."

Everyone looks over at the door when they hear laughter and are confused and surprised to see a blonde haired girl with expensive clothes on walk into the office. "Yeah, ew, I just entered this totally ugly office." The girl said to whoever she was talking to on the phone. "Hold on, I'm mini barfing."

Andi narrows her eyes at the girl as the blonde takes a seat in Gustavo's chair. "I'm here to pick up a CD from Big Time…Whatever."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Gustavo exclaimed.

"Mercedes Griffin," Mercedes introduced herself and Andi's eyes grow wide. She wasn't expecting this girl to be Griffin's daughter. "As in your boss' daughter."

Mercedes raises her phone back to her ear. "I'll call you back, Jess. Livin' large here is about to start groveling." She hung up the call and Gustavo nervously laughed.

"Hey, ha ha, I am so, so sorry." Gustavo apologizes. Andi hands over the demo to Mercedes as Gustavo says, "Um, here is the demo."

"Uh, can I-can I get you a latte or a yacht?" Gustavo asked Mercedes.

Mercedes doesn't say anything as she takes the demo and stands up. She walks around the desk, standing in front of the boys when she notices them. "Is this the band? You guys are hot."

The boys smile at her. "Oh, and you're that secret someone whose close to Griffin who decides the winning demos." Carlos realized.

Mercedes nods. "That's right, I make the decisions, and I just decided that…" She waves her finger in front of the boys until she lands on Kendall. "You're my new boyfriend."

Andi's eyes grow wide at hearing that, the others having a shocked expression on their faces as well. Andi couldn't believe this. Did she say what she thought she did? This wasn't happening, was it? It had to be a joke. But she knew it wasn't as Mercedes pulled Kendall along with her.

"Let's go." Mercedes said to Kendall. Kendall looks at her with confusion and Mercedes grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him with her despite him struggling to stay.

"This is not right." James shakes his head with an upset look on his face. ""How could she pick Kendall over me?"

Andi, Carlos, and Logan looks at him with a glare. "That's what you're focusing on right now?" Andi asked him in an annoyed tone. She couldn't believe this was happening. It just had to be a dream or it was more like a nightmare. Any moment now she was going to wake up in her bed and none of this would have happened. Right?

Andi was wrong. It wasn't a nightmare, well, it felt like one, but she wasn't sleeping. She was now at the lobby of Palm Woods with the others, rushing over to Kendall who was carrying a lot of pool stuff for Mercedes and Andi honestly felt bad for him because all of that stuff looked heavy. She frowned, feeling bad for him. How could Mercedes treat him like that? It wasn't right. Mercedes didn't treat him like her boyfriend, she treated him more like a servant.

Andi and Logan help Kendall up after seeing that he fell on his knees. "Hey, big guy." Logan greets. "You're doing a great job."

"She's horrible." Kendall breathed out. He had a look of frustration and anger on his face and Andi couldn't blame him. She was frustrated and angry at Mercedes as well. No one should be treated like this, especially not Kendall.

"Yeah," Andi agrees. "We know." She looks at him sympathetically. "You're gonna get through this."

Carlos points at Kendall. "Exactly." He said, agreeing with Andi. "If she loves you then she'll pick our demos, and we get to stay in L.A. and we're almost halfway there."

James pulls out a hand mirror he brought with him, showing it in front of Kendall and then in front of himself a few times. "How could she pick you over me? Look at this."

Andi hits his shoulder, looking at him with a glare. "Dude, focus. We need to help him get through this. Stop being a diva." James pouted, rubbing his shoulder and he put the mirror away.

"Now, here's some subliminal imagery that will help her pick our demos." Logan put a hat on Kendall that read 'Pick Big Time Rush'.

"Ooh, and some breath spray just in case she wants to kiss you." Carlos said, spraying some breath spray in Kendall's mouth.

Kendall pulls away, his eyes widening as he looks at each of them. "Ack, I have to kiss her?!" He asked with a grimace look on his face. Andi hoped he didn't have to. Just the fact that he has to be Mercedes boyfriend made her feel a pang of jealousy and sadness.

"Wait!" Gustavo exclaimed.

"We can't let you do this." Kelly said to Kendall and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Not without the perfect mood music for your pool date with Mercedes." Gustavo raised up the stereo, placing the handle in Kendall's mouth. He pressed play on it and the first song the band recorded came on. Andi bit her lower lip, watching Kendall stumbles over to where Mercedes was at with worry. Words of encouragement were heard from the boys while Kendall walked over to Mercedes.

When Kendall was quiet, Mercedes sits up, looking at Kendall with wide eyes. "You hesitated." She turns off the music that was playing. "Maybe I'll hesitate to choose your demo as the winner. I heard Vampirah's amazing."

Andi and the others quickly rush over to them at hearing that. "You can't. Woah, woah, woah."

Carlos kneels beside where Mercedes sat. "Of course he loves you. I mean, who-who wouldn't love you…With your hair and your hands and that rat-dog thing?"

Mercedes smiles at him. "It's like you really know me." Mercedes looks at Kendall. "I'm breaking up with you." She looks back at Carlos. "You're my new boyfriend."

Standing up, Carlos looks at her with wide eyes. Mercedes stands up. "Now carry me out like they do in the movies." Carlos carries her bridal style as Mercedes looks back at Kendall. "Old boyfriend carry my stuff up later."

James groans. Carlos nervously laughed while carrying Mercedes inside.

The group was now hiding in the shower of the boys' apartment where Carlos was making cookies for Mercedes. The group, minus Carlos, we're hiding in the shower in the bathroom. Andi and Kendall we're in the back, Gustavo, Logan and James stood between Andi and Kendall and Kelly stood in the front of the others.

When the door to the bathroom opened and closed, Logan pushed the curtain of the shower open so he and the others could see that Carlos was covered in cookie dough. He also wore a chef hat and an apron that both read 'Pick Big Time Rush'.

From his place standing behind Andi, Kendall asked, "This looks weird, right?"

Carlos nods. Gustavo shrugs. "Who cares? Get back in there."

Carlos immediately shakes his head. "Okay, we're close to near to almost halfway there."

"Yeah, so get out there." Andi said, gesturing for Carlos to go back out.

Carlos shakes his head again. "I can't go back. She hurts me."

"Are you talking behind my back with people in the shower?" They hear Mercedes question.

"No…Apple blossom." Carlos nervously answered.

Everyone screams when the door is pushed open roughly and Carlos moves over to the shower the others stood in. Andi and Kendall had instinctively moved closer to each other and were now holding hands when the door was suddenly pushed open. Mercedes glares at Carlos. "You lied to me. We're finished. My new boyfriend is…Him." Mercedes pointed at Logan and smiled.

James looks at her with wide eyes. "Him? Do you not see this?" He asked her, gesturing to himself.

Mercedes ignores him and looks at Logan. "Let's go, new boyfriend." She holds the blue-green purse she had with her, looking at Logan with a smile. "We're gonna dye your hair to match my bag."

"No!" Logan cried out, putting a hand on his hair with a panicked expression on his face.

When Mercedes walks away, everyone looks at Logan. "So you gonna do the right thing?" Gustavo inquired.

"No…" Kendall answers. "I am." He hands Logan the loofa he had. "Hold my loofah."

It was then Andi and Kendall realized they were still holding hands and they quickly let go, their faces turning red as Andi stepped out of the way for Kendall to walk by. The group quickly rush out of the bathroom when they heard that Kendall said Logan is dumping Mercedes.

"What?!" Mercedes angrily exclaimed.

"What?!" The group exclaimed, looking at Kendall with wide eyes.

Kendall points at Mercedes. "Because you're spoiled, pushy, mean," As he speaks the others go over to stand behind him. Kendall points at Carlos and then himself. "He, me, and we would rather all go back to Minnesota than spend one more second pretending to be your boyfriend." He grins. "And, man, it felt so good to say that!" Andi couldn't help the small smile on her face as she looked at him. She was proud of him to stand up to Mercedes because she was so close to doing that herself. Plus it felt good to hear that he didn't like being Mercedes' boyfriend, meaning she could possibly have a chance. Wait, what? Why was she thinking about her liking Kendall? They were friends. Friends, Andi, get a grip.

"Well, let me tell you something." Mercedes angrily points at him. She then holds up their demo. "There is no way I'm picking your demos now. Big Time Rush is Big-Time done."

Everyone looks at her with shock and lets out a small scream when she throws the demo on the groan. They scream more when she broke it by stomping on it. Looking at them with one last glare Mercedes left the apartment.

Everyone groans and looks at Kendall who apologetically smiled. "So…What do we do now?" Carlos asked.

Kelly pulls out the stereo and Logan sighs, pressing play. Seconds later the beginning of the song Big Time Rush came on.

"Ah, ah, ah-ah, ohhh."

Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly are now in the boys' apartment, watching them pack their bags. Andi was really hoping that they wouldn't have to leave because they changed her life for the better. She wouldn't know what she would do without them. She didn't want them to leave.

"You guys can hold you head high." Kelly tries cheering the boys up. "Most bands don't even make it almost halfway there."

Gustavo walks over, carrying a tray of cookies while he ate one. "She's right. I am very, very proud of you guys."

"Appreciate that he said that." Looking at the boys, Andi points at Gustavo. "He doesn't say that to a lot of people."

"Ahhhh!" Gustavo suddenly yells, startling everyone. Gustavo looks at everyone with an apologetic expression. "I'm fine. Scooters!" Gustavo shouts. "No, I'm not." Kelly held the tray as he fell to the floor. Andi rolled her eyes at Gustavo's antics. Honestly, she had no idea why she worked for him. He was such a strange man, but she guessed that's what made things less boring. Plus the boys were fun to be around and it was never a dull moment when they were around.

"No," Mercedes shakes her head. "A chimp. And if he claps, you're in, but if he makes a fart noise, you're out." She starts crying again. "And sometimes I think that daddy loves Lo-Lo more than me."

This time Kendall is the one to comfort her. "There, there, Mercedes. It's okay. Don't cry." When Mercedes stops crying, Kendall asks her, "Now, do you have a security card to your dad's building?"

Kelly rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. What are you guys gonna do, chimpnap Lo-Lo and train him to to love Big Time Rush?"

"I was kidding!" Kelly exclaimed, looking at Lo-Lo with wide eyes. Carlos, Kendall, and Gustavo were wearing spy costumes while Andi and James were police officer costumes, and Logan had on an outfit some people in the Sahara desert wore.

Logan grins, gesturing to Lo-Lo who was on top of a table. "But the plan worked perfectly."

Once everyone got back in their original clothes, Andi, Gustavo, Kelly, and Mercedes got in the sound system room while the boys stayed in the recording studio with Lo-Lo. "Now, according to Pavlov, animals can be trained to associate positive feelings with certain stimuli." Logan states. "Such as sight, smells, and…"

"Big Time Rush demos." Kendall finished his sentence, holding up one of their demos.

Logan nods. "Exactly. We're gonna train Lo-Lo to pick the Big Time Rush demos through the positive reinforcement of…" He gestures to Carlos who gives him some bananas. "Bananas."

It worked at first, but then Lo-Lo picked up the bananas and started throwing them at the boys. Lo-Lo then ran out of the room. Mercedes nervously smiles. "Well, he either loved it or really hated it."

The group now sat in the hangout area outside of the recording studio. Andi sat on the arm of the couch beside where Kendall sat, Kelly sat on the arm of a chair where Gustavo is sitting, and Mercedes sat on a chair across from them. The boys were picking off the banana peels that were on them and Kelly was eating a banana.

Andi looks at Gustavo weirdly when he starts talking about scooters all of a sudden. "You know, the scooter is the sensible solution for today's high gas prices, and offers seniors increased mobility, and-Ahhh!" He let out a scream when he realized what he's doing.

Kendall stands up, facing the group with a determined expression. "You know, we are not giving up. We're almost halfway there, and another thing I've learned since coming to L.A. is that together, we can do anything."

Andi looks over with wide eyes with the others when Griffin walks over with his two assistants and Lo-Lo. "Look who I found hitchhiking on the Hollywood freeway."

Kendall sighs in defeat and sits back down. "Yeah, we're done."

"I am deeply disappointed in all of you, but I'm also curious. What happened?" Griffin inquired.

Everyone grew quiet, sharing nervous looks with each other. Mercedes is the one to stand up and confess. "It's my fault, daddy. I lied to them, and I made them be my boyfriends, and then I ate terrible cookies, and then I cried, and then I helped them chimpnap Lo-Lo, and…I love you."

Griffin looks at Gustavo with raised eyebrows. "Is that true? Because she lies…A lot."

Gustavo and Kelly then stand up. "It's all of our faults." Gustavo replied.

Kendall stands up, looking at Griffin. "We really want to stay here in L.A. and make an album…"

Carlos stands up. "And a tour."

"And be famous…" James added, standing up as well.

Logan stands up, looking at Griffin with an apologetic expression. "But we may have gone a little too far."

Andi nods in agreement and stands up while looking at Griffinn apologetically. "Way too far."

Kelly peeks out from standing behind Gustavo and apologizes. "Sorry."

"Those are a lot of sentences containing words, containing letters, and I admire your passion and dedication," Griffin tells them. "But it doesn't change the fact that Lo-Lo picks which demo wins."

Griffin looks at Lo-Lo. "So what's it's gonna be, Lo-Lo? Do you like Big Time Rush?"

Everyone looks at Lo-Lo with hopeful expressions and their hope is crushed when Lo-Lo makes a fart noise. "Ooh, the fart noise." Griffin said, looking back at the others. "Sorry, boys. Vampirah wins."

Mercedes quickly stands in front of her dad. "Lo-Lo's wrong, daddy. The Vampire fad has one, two years left, max." She gestures to Andi and the boys. "These guys' songs have infectious melodies, classic pop hooks, and Big Time Rush will crush the six to sixtern year old demographic which is your core music-buying base."

Griffin looks at her with surprise. "Wow." He looks at Lo-Lo. "Lo-Lo I'm transferring you to missile defense." He looks at Mercedes with a smile and wraps an arm around her. "Mercedes, you're my new hit-predicting adviser. This way we can spend more time together."

He looks at Andi, Gustavo, Kelly, and the boys with a smile. "Big Time Rush wins!"

Andi's eyes grow wide and she grins. She turns to the others and starts cheering with them. When the cheering dies down, Griffin looks at Mercedes. "Anything else for my princess?"

"Well," Mercedes looks at Logan with a smile. "I never really got a chance to date Logan."

Logan's eyes grow wide at hearing that. Griffin looks at Logan. "Logan, you're Mercedes' new boyfriend." Logan let out a small scream, moving to hide behind James.

Griffin looks at Andi, Gustavo, Kelly, and the boys. "Now get to work. We need some new songs for the Big Time Rush album."

Andi grins at hearing that and shares a grin with Gustavo. "We already got one." She admitted. They had already worked on writing a song throughout this process after getting inspired by what was going on.

Gustavo nods in agreement and gestures to the studio. "Move out!"

When the boys finished practicing Andi's song 'Halfway There' they were ready to perform it. Andi, Gustavo, Kelly, Mercedes, Griffin, and his two assistants are now in the sound system room, watching the boys preform the song.

After the boys were done performing, everyone cheered for them.

Andi sets down the check on Bitters' desk in the Palm Woods' lobby, standing next to her mom while the boys stand behind them. "We need to renew the lease for 2-J." Kelly said to Bitters.

Jennifer and Katie who were standing next to them looks at them with surprise. Carlos grins. "We're gonna make a full album."

Logan nods. "And probably a concert tour…"

"And be famous." James chimed in.

Andi then realized that Jennifer was wearing an assistant manager suit. Jennifer turns to Bitters, putting a plunger on the desk. "I quit, and I gave Buddha Bob the rest of the day off."

"What room?" Bitters asked with a disgusted expression on his face.

"3-B." Jennifer replies. "And it's bad."

When Bitters leave, Jennifer turns to the boys with a smile. "Well, I guess we're not going home."

"Actually, mom," Kendall glances around with a smile, his gaze lingering on Andi with a fond smile. "I think we are home."

Andi's heart flutters when he says that, and she can't help but smile back at him. She feels a warm feeling spreading through her chest, knowing that the boys consider the Palm Woods their home, and she's a part of that. It's a feeling of belonging that she cherishes deeply.

Everyone smiles at hearing that and Katie then points at the boys and Andi. "Race you to the pool."

Andi chuckled lightly and quickly ran to the pool along with the boys and Katie trying to get to the pool first.

[ricesoupremacy]

he's very cool. yep, you learn every day. are you implying...i have tasty blood. ikr i would have bonded with it. blood contract of friendship, even.

well i played with him in my team. we weren't keeping score because it was timepass match but i can say he was definitely way better than me. i don't play volleyball i was just there lol. ofc i expected too much, no one could be tpq aiden and his smolder charm.

right answer is your first guess 🤡 i did what i never would have dreamed of doing- i broke a guy's nose. and i don't regret it one bit. HEY I MIGHT DO WEIRD SHIT BUT I WOULD NEVER EVER VANDALISE SCHOOL PROPERTY THAT'S CROSSING A LINE. I AM A LAW-ABIDING CITIZEN and i have a conscience, surprisingly. never cheated, never helped anyone cheat and i don't intend on doing so ever. cheating is ew. no comments. um. imagine lol. if that did happen it would be my thirsty ass guy friends now this...this is a good idea. maybe i will do that.

SO this is the most thrilling thing in my life and i'm gonna flex about it a lil bit. excuse me for that. BUT SEE this guy deserved it because he's an asshole. he's one of the new guys this year, and i have a class with him but we were like on amiable terms i think. he's the captain of the basketball school team and he's, ok he's good-looking enough i'll give him that, and he knows it, so he thinks he's some precious hotshot. but how is that my problem. by around august we realised he's a piece of shit. he started picking on this one dude in my class for no reason, and he thought he looked cool and intimidating or some shit. things got so bad (by that i mean physical bad) it got to the hm, she gives him a warning, he's banned from an interschool event. you'd think he's learnt his lesson but no. why? because he's a fucking moron. at this point we'd started texting on friendly terms. which is not great on my part, seeing the kind of person he is, but he was nice enough when he talked to me. i got to know about this almost-bullying thing later. but i didn't stop being friendly with him. why? because i'm a fucking moron, who thinks everyone can reform and there's good in everyone, because he's so conveniently two-faced to people he likes or at least pretends to like, and people he looks down on for whatever reason. he didn't trouble the other dude again but it's bad enough it happened.

he's toxic as hell, he doesn't give two shits about school, he has no respect for anyone as long as they have boobs and will get with him. i am not kidding when i say the entire grade dislikes him. that's something not everyone can accomplish. i cannot believe it took me so long to see how hard texting him was. it's like constantly walking on eggshells. you can't text too much (which i usually do when i'm excited lol) or he'll be annoyed. you can't text too little or he'll whine about how dry you are. but when you text just enough? he seenzones you, or replies with something intelligent like "meh". but if you seenzone him, all hell breaks loose; you're off his close friends list, you're unfollowed, you're removed from followers. five days later he comes back begging you to accept his follow request so we can kiss and make up again.

i thought, not everyone is the same. people have mood swings, people have their own problems, people need space. i can deal with all that, i'm a patient person. no one is truly a bad person at heart.

that was until our inter-house cricket match (which is not even a big deal because budget where 💀). we're in different houses and he's genuinely not even good at cricket, he thinks he can be sports captain even though he can't play for shit and his fragile masculinity's hurt that a girl got elected over him (oh, the shame). so when he struck the worst shot ever and i caught him out easily, he flew into a rage after the match. boys will be boys amirite. he literally blamed my fellow teammate (an actual stellar player) for injuring him, and when no one buys his shit (surprise surprise), he lashes out at me. how dare you get me out arya, you're not even a good player arya, you don't know shit about sports arya. we 'lmao'ed at his patheticness and left. his house won but he doesn't care about that, not when his own ego's been insulted.

but i don't care. if he wants to bitch about me, fine, i don't give a flying fuck. there are ten other people bitching about him, and i don't want to be one of them because i don't waste my time on people who have no value for others. as long as he doesn't fuck with me or my friends, life is good.

two months later i get suspended. the day started off well. i lost the toss in lunch break and had to go buy my friends stuff from the canteen (we do that regularly, i didn't have to pay for them they're just lazy to walk). i'm running their order in my head when i see X with this group of small kids. he's not the sort who gives gyaan to youngsters obviously, so something's definitely wrong, but it's not my problem. it's not my problem even when i see him shove one of the kids so hard he falls down hard some distance away, and X is laughing at him while the other kids scatter. it's not my problem but damn the lunch order, i walk up to him and tell him to fuck off, if he's started bullying 10 year-olds he's hit an all new low and needs to get a life. he tells me in turn to fuck off, it's not my problem. i know that, but who the hell does he think he is, throwing kids around like that. go study chemistry or something, dumbass. he says i'm being a try-hard hero, and informs me helpfully that this isn't some high school drama. i tell him the only one living in a high school drama is him and his sadistic ass. why was he harassing children anyway. by this time the smol boi was on his feet and staring at both of us with unmistakable fear. he probably thought i was going to beat him up too. poor kid. X points smol boi's lunch box. it's a pink tupperware dabba. i'm like ok, and? he says, look at this pussy with his little pink tiffin. you love pink, don't you, he asks smol boi. smol boi stares at him and manages to say no, i don't. i tell him to fuck off again, what business is it of his if smol boi likes pink or dislikes it. he says, you would think that, won't you, gay boy? i say yes, i would. i don't care if he says that like it's some insult. he says, you want this kid to become a loser gay wannabe just like you, huh? and pushes smol boi down again, so hard he starts bleeding. i cannot tell you what i felt in that moment, because i have never felt anything that strong before, i cannot tell you how i got close enough to hit that fucker on the face despite him being a 5'8 prick who eat-sleep-breathes the gym, i cannot tell you how i did not manage to damage my own wrist with my inexperienced form and ended up smashing his nose. i felt like i could destroy anything. i caught him by the collar and pushed him onto the ground, which made his shirt tear, and then i said something like how does it feel to be beaten by a loser gay wannabe, you piece of shit? apologise to the kid. and he says pfft you think i'm someone you can take down in one hit, what an idiot. he tried to punch me in the stomach but me being the intellectual i am, i ducked down or something and got a hit below my eye. god knows what would have happened if i had instead made some stupid mistake, like dodging.

anyway people were screaming by now and we were just throwing hands. it was kinda funny. then i did something weird idk what i did but i think i accidentally twisted his arm or something and then next thing i know he's kneeling down in absolute pain clutching his arm and i'm like haha, stupid and my dumb ass tries to quote lord of the rings but then i see teachers and i'm like shit, smol boi was still there. his leg was hurt and he could walk so i'm like QUICK I'M GONNA CARRY YOU TO THE INFIRMARY and he's like oH OK and i just run with him piggy-backing, and then before he goes in he tells me i was very cool and he asks me my name and i ask him his, and he says he's in fifth grade, and i tell him if that other guy ever came near him again he should just chuck his pink tupperware dabba at his stupid face. and there's nothing wrong with his dabba, its purpose is to hold food. the fuck does it matter if it's pink or black or multicoloured. you eat in whatever you want. then he goes in.

my amazing friends apparently had witnessed the whole fight thing because they overcame their laziness to see what was taking me so long, how touching. X and i were hauled to the hm's office and she takes one look at me and goes arya?? what happened to you? and she's shocked because the two of us have starkly contrasting reputations. so maybe that helped in my case because i got a suspension of lesser time and i went back to school a hero or something, it's cheesy but yeah it made me happy. witnesses all said X was the one who provoked it but i was the one who threw the first punch so i was responsible too, and that's understandable. but now he's hated school-wide so, good for him i guess. i got skinned at home but i don't regret it and i hope i won't do something like this again. i've had enough excitement.

yelo idk when you will see this but i hope you are doing good and school is going well for you :D

broooo hiiii half yearly exams ended just today so i was on an internet break for the past 2 weeks

i'm doing good, school is going fun. we had exams and now we have the batch trip coming up. i am so excited its just next week eeeee

how are you?? how is 11th grade going?

ALSO THE SLUG IS BACK YAS

[ksyongi]

oh god ... for the life of me i cannot get cheol in that tiktok with the 95 liners and hoshi out of my head. he looks so much like a senior frat boy from your college with that fit too, oh he can knock me out anytime. so i'm here to request a short fic abt that hehe any genre would do but can it have like a mutual pinning kinda vibe 😳? thanks love your works! - 🍜

loving ur brain rn 🍜 anon, i mean,, they all looked super sexy in that tiktok so i get where you are coming from eheh <33

sealed with a kiss

pairing: frat boy!scoups x g!n reader

genre: romance, friends to lovers

warnings: fluff, suggestive, kissing, post is in full lowercase, mentions of other members, mutual pining

word count: 1.8k

an:some points are gonna be really dramatic,, the story is really fast paced since it was supposed to be a short fic,, and its lowkey crappy so might redo it D:

note: do not copy my works!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!

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tags: @dinosbestie @odetoyeonjun

when attending college, you were not the teachers pet, nor the slacker. your goal was just to have fun in school with a small group of friends. however, having mingyu as your neighbour and best friend, you would obviously get noticed and popular since he's one of the hot guys in your college. not to mention his group of friends, led by seungcheol and all of them had their flaws. he hung out with all of them at his house and you would join often, since you liked and enjoyed their company. however, seungcheol always stood out to you, having amazing visuals, leadership skills and humor. sometimes catching yourself blushing or starting at him and snapping yourself out of it, blaming it on his likeable personality and that there was no way you would like him...

you kept staring, and eventually mingyu found out about this,, you were currently at your house, sitting in a chair facing the ceiling and mingyu was laying on his bed "yeah yeah, keep thinking that its just that" he rolls his eyes and blows his hair out of his view. "you do not understand kim mingyu, i'm acting like this because of his personality, his friendliness, oh my god he's so buff too and that smile..." "don't you hear yourself right now? you are so lovestruck." he states as he gave you a deadpanned look. you turn and face him and say "anyways if i even do, he doesn't even like me back i bet, he's up there and i'm down here" you use your hands gesturing. "whatever y/n, you better get the balls to do it sooner or later if not i'll do it myself." mingyu says and walks off. you sit there shaking your head at the possibility that he would do such a thing

however, when mingyu was going back to his house, he received a text saying "yo can i come over" from seungcheol. mingyu quickly replied and agreed and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking next door. 5 minutes later, a knock was heard and mingyu opened it and seungcheol barged into his home. "bro nothing is fucking working, yesterday when i was at wonwoo's house, we were playing some beer pong and i couldn't stop thinking about y/n, even in school dude, like she can't get off my mind and its so fucking hard to have fun when she's on there 24/7." mingyu rolled his eyes once again and it took him everything to not tell seungcheol about your outgoing feelings to him. "you know, suddenly she just started being on my mind during lunch that day, its like so weird... maybe its the way she looks at me?" mingyu acts interested and asks "choi seungcheol, do you like y/n?" "no i don't, no wait.. ugh fine fuck yes i do but we aren't that close so the possibility of us being together is 0, anyways i'm too busy, you and the boys are enough already" mingyu sighs and said "then maybe get closer to her? she's already at like every frat party we have?? don't make excuses now." seungcheol shook his head and said "fine i will, but that does not mean that we are dating since i think my personality is not her type you know? dude i'm quite boring, i take care of 12 of you guys already and i also have to have time to drink and get drunk sometimes too, kim mingyu you get my logic?"

the next day in school you were sitting in the cafeteria waiting for the rest to come and join you for lunch. you heard the doors swinging open and the cafeteria went silent as the boys walked in. fangirls took pictures and tried to give gifts, and the other boys were plain jealous. nobody usually approaches you since they are scared of the boys but this one boy approached you, giving you a rose and saying "y/n noona, i really like you, do you want to go out sometime?" you smiled at him and nodded and wanted to take the rose, but as you reached out to get the rose, seungcheol pushed in between you two saying "i suggest you fuck off before it gets dirty". seungcheol says as he stares him down. the poor boy got scared by the stares from the members especially wonwoo and minghao.mingyu pulls you away from the boy. "you know i am going to date at one point right guys" you said sitting down after the boy scurried off. seokmin said "yes but he has to get through us first" holding a grin as his usual self. the others nodded as you got through lunch as usual. seungcheol would usually sit next to jeonghan or joshua but he sat next to you instead. you were surprised but didn't question it.

mingyu approached you after school saying "do you wanna hang out at your place or something?" you nodded and walked with him saying your goodbyes to the others. about an hour after, your doorbell rang, you opened the door and saw seungcheol standing there. your eyes widened and mouthed "give me a moment" you quickly closed the door, and whisper-screamed "WHY IS HE HERE, MY OUTFIT IS NOT NICE TOO" which you were referring to your really short shorts and a big hoodie over. "i invited him, since he was bored" mingyu casuallysaid. you wanted to kill him. "KIM MINGYU HOW DARE YOU" still whisper-screaming. "uhh you gonna leave me out here?" you head seungcheol say. you quickly open the door and panic-smiled as he walked in and plopped his bag on the floor. mingyu was clearly setting you two up and you did not like it one single bit. you awkwardly sat next to mingyu, having him on your right and seungcheol on your right. after a while, you got comfortable again as you were focused on the show, mini conversations were made in between. therefore, you went back to cuddling mingyu on the couch as a usual thing. seungcheol saw and a pit of jealousy formed trying to hint to mingyu. mingyu finally got the hint and said "yo guys, i gotta go somewhere, i'll be back in an hour." he detached himself from you and left. you took your phone right away and texted him, giving him 'death threats'. you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch and seungcheol at the other. "you know you can be comfortable around me too right y/n" seungcheol comments. "yesyes i know don't worry" you reply. seungcheol opens his arms signaling to cuddle with him as your cheeks burned and you hesitantly went. you instantly melted into his touch, still blushing from the close proximity.

it continued for a few months, both of your crushes on each other are still strong as ever. one day, when he came over and you were relaxing as usual, you quickly went to your room to grab something. when coming down the stairs, you tripped and seungcheol happened to be right infront of you. you ended up falling onto him, and mingyu happened to walk out of the kitchen at the same time, seeing you two in that suggestive situation. you quickly stood up, shaking your head at the teases and tried to explain yourself. the blush that was burning on your face did not help at all as well.

after that day, you tried avoiding seungcheol because of how embarrassing it was. "but you have to talk to him at some point," mingyu replied. "my crush on him would just stop after a while gyu, it's okay" he sighed at your refusals. there were instances where he would try to approach you but you would quickly walk away. the other guys kept asking you the reason why you suddenly stopped talking to seungcheol or even why you move away when he sits next to you. you would just simply avoid the topic and change the subject.

mingyu was over at your house due to him begging asking for help on the mathematics work. it was going all fine till mingyu brought in the topic of seungcheol. "oh my god can you not talk about him for a single day?" he kept shooting questions at you till you shooed him out of your house. a minute after he was chased out, you heard a knock on your door you sigh as you shut your eyes opening your door saying "i swear to god mingyu stop talking about seungcheol, i told you my crush for him would be gone-" you open your eyes and jump backwards as you see seungcheol standing at your door. you frantically say "forget what i said, i was just rambling rubbish," he walks into your house, closing the door on the way in and drops his bag on the way. you walk backwards as he continues following you till your back hits the wall, "can you finish that sentence for me?" he asks. you shake your head and refuse, avoiding the intense gaze from him. "well then, i guess you don't like me~ because if you said you did, i would have told you the same~" he says as he walks backwards slowly.

your eyes widen as you quickly walk towards him, grabbing his arm and asking "choi seungcheol, are you saying you like me?" he smirks as he replies "yes, isn't it obvious? i guess we both are too oblivious," he says before placing his arms around your waist. "kiss me already you idiot" you say before he closes the distance between the two of you. you instantly kissed him back, the feeling of his lips were definitely addictive in fact, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing one of your hands to play with his hair. you knew that your legs would give out on you, so you thought you were going to fall but a firm grip on your waist would not let you do so. the kiss ended up with his forehead to yours and him whispering "god i wanted to do that for the longest time," you were about to go back into the kiss before you were interrupted by the sound of your door opening and mingyu coming in and saying "yo where is my charger? i might have left- WELL ITS ABOUT TIME??" he says as he sees you and seungcheol in such a position and how his hair is in such a mess.

you quickly detangle yourself from him before scolding mingyu for ruining the moment. you were about to chase him to his house before you felt arms around not allowing you to do so. "give him a break, he had to keep your secret so give the guy a breather," you roll your eyes before you face him, wondering how so much happened in the past 10 minutes. before going back into the moment, relishing it to the fullest.

[cardanloveclub]

but imagine rodrick playing some arctic monkeys songs w his band okay! okay!

Arabella

Why the fuck were they so loud? Every single night for the last week my stupid neighbor had his stupid band round. And I had to listen to their stupid music every night. Not as if I tried to it was just so intrusive no matter what volume I'd play my own music in my own room (at least I understand privacy) nothing was able to drown out the sound of the band next door.

They weren't bad, but nowhere near good. I think they had a 28 year old playing with them at one point. Weirdos.

Three of the boys are in my year at school. Another two were in the year above and then there was the old dude. I never openly speak to the ones at my school but it's hard to ignore a certain tall brunette boy. I mean especially since I live next door to him.

We've both lived here since the start and I think I've spoken to him ten times in sixteen years. Good. He's kinda a dick. A good looking dick. But still, a dick.

I let it slip once to my friends when we were drunk and after everything that night THAT was what they remembered. I loved my group but they never let me live it down.

I was just about to give up trying to listen to music when I heard my favourite song. But Spotify wasn't playing it. Those stupid boys were. And what was the loudest. The drums. Great.

From out my window I could see just inside their garage and of course he was looking straight up to my window. Straight up into my eyes. And he fucking winked. FUCKING WINKED. I'd never forget that.

The next day at school I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I'm not stupid, I didn't get caught though. At least not by him. My friend belle did catch me. "I knew it, I fucking knew it. You don't just think he's hot, you like him."

"okay, calm down, I do not want him hearing anything but come to the bathrooms with me, I'll tell you a story."

There was a few girls in the bathrooms, all of them were younger so I wasn't bothered about them spreading things around because I doubt they even knew my name. I told belle what happened and when I told her that he winked at me she nearly screamed. "I'd fall in love, straight away. On. my. knees."

"You can have him if you'd like?"

"Would never dream of ruining my one true pair, make my your maid of honour." I rolled my eyes, laughing. "I'll start dress shopping huh?"

The afternoon went by and my parents were still at work so I had to walk home. Well, half the way. I'd been walking for around 10 minutes when his stupid van slowed down next to me. "Hop in, I'm on my way home now."

"I'm fine."

"I said hop in." I did. Truthfully I wanted to drive with him since I saw that painted van lazily parked outside his house. "You heading straight home?"

"Oh yeah, my parents aren't in so I need to get there so they know where I am you know?"

"I know. You liked our song, played it for you if you didn't guess."

"Oh the wink was enough of a clue, how'd you know then?"

"That it was your favourite? I've got friends of friends...a girl called belle?"

"I'm going to kill her."

"Awh don't do that you'll be no fun in prison, I wouldn't be able to see you." I'm no blusher but I felt like a traffic lights, bright and red.

Thankfully we were outside my house two minutes later so I didn't feel awkward for long. "Hey, don't forget to listen our for us tonight!"

"I wouldn't be able to miss it if I piled bricks on top of myself." I replied smiling. Fuck, why am I smiling, I don't like this. Too sappy. He laughed, getting out of his van, walking towards his front door, turning around, winked and went inside. How did he do it so casually? Two nights in a row now, and I'm sure even five years later that wink would kill me.

As soon as I got upstairs I called belle. "Belle, he told me. You traitor. Belle, I'm weakening. Ten year old, hunger games reading, Katniss Everdeen lover would be disappointed in me Belle, help."

"Okay calm down before you write a letter to Suzanne herself explaining how you like a guy and therefore you're not "badass", what's going on."

"So I was walking home and Rodrick himself drives up to me tells me to get in his van to drop me off home. He told me that's you told him I think he's hot, well not exactly that but it's all your fault I'm a dying woman."

"I did you a favour god knows you never would have told him yourself."

"Good, I wanted to keep it that way."

"You'll thank me in a few years, anyway I was thinking red velvet wedding ca-" I hung up on her and a second later I received a message.

how dare you hang up on me young lady.

shut up, love ya.

talk to him.

never.

ur loss.

My mum came home at six and my dad at half seven, we had pasta for tea, I went upstairs and five minutes later it was playing again. Arabella. But it wasn't the same person singing this time. I looked out my window and the sight practically killed me. Rodrick Heffley. Singing. And again. WINKING. God this was going to be a long week.

Wednesday, 7th April.

The start of everything.

"Y/n. what do you have first?" I was talking to belle when I heard his voice behind me, what's better? what's scarier? His head on my shoulder from behind. Belle smirked at me and I went still. "Um maths...I think."

"Maths sucks, same though. Hey belle, we'll be going now, won't we?" He asked looking at me. Before I could answer I was walking alongside him, looking back to find belle waving at me with a sweet smile. Her friend Charlie next to her now. I saw him ask her "they finally a thing?"

"Dunno, let's see how today goes." she replied.

"So y/n, tonight around five pm, I'll come to your house and I'll ask if you wanna come over to mine, listen to music, watch something, whatever you like, and tell me what you'll say because if it's no then I'll leave right this second, if it's yes then my hand might find its way around your shoulder or into yours. okay?"

"I'd say yeah, let me get a jacket."

"Good, but I'd give you mine."

[bi-bard]

I Want a Love Like the Movies - Andrew Garfield Imagine

Title: I Want a Love Like the Movies

Pairing: Andrew Garfield X Reader

Based On: Movies

Word Count: 2,177 words

Warning(s): break-up, argument

Summary: Andrew and (Y/n) fell in love while filming a movie together. However, nothing in real life was as easy as a written script.

Author's Note: Here we go, my dudes!!

SUPERACHE - CONAN GRAY WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I jumped when his hand slammed down on the counter. I closed my eyes, almost embarrassed that I had reacted like that.

"Don't shut down," he muttered. I looked over at him. "You do that every time something bad happens because you'd rather live in denial-"

"Don't say that," I replied.

"Then don't do it."

I leaned forward and hid my face in my hands. I was so tired. Tired and angry and just done with everything that was happening. I didn't want to deal with what was going on.

"See-"

"Then tell me," I shouted, standing up from my spot on the couch and walking over.

I stood across from him, the island serving as a barrier.

"What the fuck would you like me to do? Because every time I try to talk to you, you just tell me to shut up!"

He clenched his jaw.

"I can't talk to you about anything serious! You just want to change the subject or make it about personal jabs at each other! It's exhausting!"

"That's exhausting," he leaned forward. "Do you know how hard it is to come home from work every night and be met with a new complaint?"

"Every night?"

"Yes, every night!"

"Well, if having a conversation with your partner is so fucking exhausting, then you can sleep on the fucking couch!"

I started storming away.

"Of course, send me to the couch when you don't get your way!"

"You don't get to sleep in the bed that I bought when you're behaving like you never got past middle school!"

I made my way out of the room and started storming up the stairs. When I got to our room, I slammed the door so loud that I was stunned it didn't shake the house.

"And cut!"

I let a smile take over my face as I jogged down the steps. Andrew met me at the doorway, smiling.

"That was amazing," he complimented. "You were just... amazing."

"So were you," I replied. "That was intense."

"Hope I didn't scare you or anything," he touched my arm.

"Oh, no, not at all," I waved him off. "It was a good kind of intense."

"Alright, that's a wrap for the day," the director called. "Andrew, (Y/n)!"

We both jogged over to him.

"Fantastic work today," he said. "We're gonna work on the scene where you two are talking through the bedroom door tomorrow, so be ready for that. Other than that, great work. Have a good night."

We both wished him the same before he started walking away. After close to fourteen hours, it was nice to know that we didn't run into too many problems.

Andrew and I both started walking out, ready to change out of our clothes for the day.

"I know today was a lot," Andrew started. "Could I interest you in a drink? To take the edge off?"

I chuckled at his reasoning. "Sure. I'll meet up with you after I get changed."

He nodded. "See you in a bit."

"See you."

Maybe half an hour later, I was sitting on Andrew's couch with a drink in my hand. We were both laughing over some story from the set of one of his old roles. I wish I could be that engaging and entertaining. I was honestly jealous of that ability.

"Alright, alright," he said after I had done my fair share of mocking. "Enough about me. I want to hear one of your stories."

"Okay," I looked down at my drink for a moment, tapping my nails against the glass as I tried to think of something. "Oh, okay. I've got one."

"Yes," he shifted in his seat like he was getting comfortable.

"Alright," I took a deep breath before jumping into the story. "It's not as exciting as you're hoping. So, I worked on a project with a guy who was playing a character that was supposed to have superhuman strength. The whole idea of the scene was that I would try to appeal to his better nature while he basically strangles me against a wall. I'm kinda up in the air and I'm begging for my life and I'm dying and all that, right? So, obviously, I start kicking my legs, as one would-"

"Oh, God-"

"Don't get ahead of me," I chuckled. "Well... I got a little too into the moment. I swung my leg too close to the center and... nailed him. Right in the dick."

Andrew let out a loud laugh and leaned his head back.

"This guy was like 6 foot 4," I continued, fighting off my laughter. "So, when he fell, it was like a tree falling in the woods. And it was my first major project, but he had a whole career built. I thought he'd get me fired."

"Did it all work out?"

"Yeah, he was a good sport about it," I nodded. "Hell, I'm here, right?"

"Good thing you are," Andrew replied. "I don't think I can picture filming this with anyone other than you."

"Aw," I looked down nervously, trying to hide it with a chuckle. "That's very sweet."

"I'm serious," he said. He moved closer to me on the couch. "You're the reason I've enjoyed working on this film so much."

I looked back at him, trying to not show how anxious being this close to him made me.

When we were acting, I could hide it. Wrap it up and excuse anything I'm feeling as just good work. But here... here, it was different. Nowhere to hide unless I ran for the hills. All I could do was deal with it.

"(Y/n)," Andrew mumbled after a moment. I hummed to show that I was listening to him. "Can I kiss you?"

My breath felt like it stopped. I pulled myself together enough to nod at him.

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was all so careful. Like the moment was too delicate. Like if he had moved any faster, it would break in front of him. I reached my free hand up to touch the side of his neck. He moved closer, pressing his lips to mine a little harder.

When his hand touched my back, I pulled back slightly. His lips brushed along my cheekbone as I reached out and took the drink from him. I moved back just long enough to place the drinks on a flat surface.

"I was going to spill those," I said with a chuckle as I sat down and kissed him again.

He laughed against my lips as he pulled me closer. My hands reached up to cup the sides of his face.

And at that moment, I felt like everything I had wanted had fallen into place.

The love and the patience. The dates and the romance. All of it was finally in my reach.

Andrew and I seemed to immediately fall for each other. As soon as our relationship started, it felt like a whirlwind.

It all just felt so perfect. Gentle kisses, date nights, being able to be proud of the person I was with. It was romantic, dream-like. It was all that I had truly wanted in a relationship. And I would've done anything to hold onto it.

It was amazing. Great.

Until about six- or seven months in. We had been completely in love with each other, but when we both started preparing for new jobs, things took a turn. It was almost surprising how much easier it was for people to hold onto a relationship when you saw each other at work and at home.

Things were tenser than before. Affection was either short or felt forced. Gentle kisses became pecks, date nights almost stopped, and it felt like we did more hiding from getting spotted than anything else.

At first, I wanted to excuse it as the "puppy-love" phase wearing off. Andrew hadn't seemed to notice any problems, so I assumed it was normal.

It all came to a head one night when I had some extra work to do for my next project. It was more script work. I was getting ready for a chemistry test with a few people that were also up for a role in the project.

I was pacing in my living room while Andrew cooked in my kitchen. I didn't even notice that he had walked into the room until he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I jumped a little. He chuckled and kissed my shoulder, muttering an apology.

"It's alright," I said, reaching up to touch his cheek for a second. "I... I need to finish this, Andrew. Just a little while longer."

He sighed, not moving.

I took a deep breath and touched his wrists, guiding his arms away from me. I took a few steps away from him, going back to my script.

"Is this how it's going to be now," he asked. "You avoiding me and calling it work?"

"What," I furrowed my eyebrows, turning my gaze away from the page so I could look at him. "I- I have a chemistry test coming up in a few days. I need to be ready."

"That means closing me off?"

"What on Earth are you talking about," I replied. "Why haven't you brought this up before?"

"Because I thought we'd move past it, but you clearly don't want to do that."

"Excuse me," I scoffed. "You spent weeks locked away, so you focus on a script. I respected you. I left you alone. Let you decide when we would spend time together. I am asking for a little bit of time to get my work done and then I'm yours for the rest of the evening."

He rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. I just went back to my script, trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach.

I jumped when he hit his hand on the counter.

"If you want to throw a fit, go do it at your place," I snapped. "Don't try to damage the shit that I pay for."

"A fit?"

"What the hell else would you call this?"

"I am so tired of this," he motioned back and forth between us. "Of the tension and the crap. I am sick of it."

I clenched my jaw. I would anything to go back and talk to him about this. To never let it reach this point. But he could've started that conversation too. We could've avoided all of this if he had.

Neither one of us was smart enough to understand that.

"What, are you shutting down-"

"Leave," I said bluntly. "If... If you can't see how unacceptable it is to expect me to respect your work while you don't respect mine, then you need to go."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave. Please. For the night, at least."

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Fine."

He walked to the door. He tried to hug me goodbye, but I stepped away. He let out another sigh before continuing to leave.

"I'll... I'll call you tomorrow."

I just nodded.

After that, it only went downhill. Our phone call did the opposite of what we wanted. That one fight set off a chain reaction that culminated in us calling it quits.

At first, it hurt. I felt like I had been thrown from a rollercoaster and made a rough impact with the ground.

But I worked through it. And I got back on my feet. Got through that chemistry test. Got my next project. Everything was starting to line up for me and I had enough to work on to keep me from thinking about everything.

And then... the premiere.

It was the first time that I had seen him since the end of our relationship. We kept quiet on the red carpet. All we did was get the photos we needed to get and then went inside.

It's easier to avoid conversation when you're in a theatre of some form.

It all hit me again as the movie played. Watching a fake version of us go through the highs and the lows and still come out happy. Something like that was enough to make you feel like you failed. I had to close my eyes at the end, unable to watch myself smile and kiss him. No idea what was to come. So naive.

I let out a breath as the lights came up. I hadn't noticed that I was crying until the cast and the crew of the movie stood up, turning to thank the people that had shown up.

As we waved and clapped, I looked to the side, locking eyes with Andrew. He was crying too. It was only a few tears. The ones that made the jump over the wall that had been put up. He nodded at me. I nodded back.

What we had, what I wanted... it wasn't realistic.

I hadn't failed, I had been brought back down to Earth.

The landing just hurt like hell.

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[idy-ll-ique]

See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

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"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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