#and i promptly got yelled at for 'not staying in my lane'

[lillotte17]

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[mindingmybidness12]

Tara Carpenter x Gn! Reader

Suspicious Minds Part 1

Warnings: Cursing and swearing... like a lot

You were rushing to an early grave and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It all started when Your alarm clock failed to wake you up on time. This, of course, made him late to work which brought him to where you are now. Tearing down the bike lane of your neighborhood while getting your ass chewed by your boss. 

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! YOU’RE LATE!! YOU HEAR ME?? LAAAAATE!!”

“Sir, I am quite literally five minutes away. I was only supposed to clock in only a minute ago–”

“One minute is a minute too much! Now you're telling me you're gonna be FIVE MORE MINUTES LATE?? UNACCEPTABLE!!”

He then resorted to even more yelling and at this point you were already over it.You couldn’t help but think about where you're headed at the moment. You were rushing into a dead end job just to get yelled at by your douchebag boss and for what? The pay wasn’t even that good. He was just bullshitting you to believe that nobody else would hire you, when in reality, nobody would really want to work for a jackass like him. Except you did.

Key word here being did. You promptly slammed on the brakes of your bike and focused on the phone call.

"Now you listen here you old ass piece of shit," you started causing him to splutter but you didn't give him the time to recover "I have had it up to here with your crap! You treat me like shit. You underpay me. You're smelly, ugly, fat, and old as shit but you still got the nerve to push me away from the register every time a woman comes by like they're actually here to see your fugly ass! You're fifty years old in a beginner's level karate class! Get on a damn treadmill first! Then after you've had your fill, choke on a bag of dicks and fall down the stairs. Then if you find it in your ugly soul to get back up, then just go all the way to hell !!"

You hung up the phone before he could recovered and started laughing as you did. How's that for a two weeks notice? You started dancing in celebration. You couldn't help yourself. You were finally free from a crappy ass job and a crappy ass boss. Now you could finally turn your crappy life back around. Free at last, free at last! As you were dancing, you hit a quick spin around while transitioning to doing the Dougie you made eye contact with Tara Carpenter of all people. Your jaw dropped and you felt heat creeping up your cheeks from the embarrassment. Still you tried to make a pass at being casual.

"Uh.. hey.. H-how's it going?"

You were not casual.

Tara let out a giggle and grinned at you while returning the greeting with a 'hey' of her own. You had to fight the urge to not grin like an idiot. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were into her. You and her shared only one class but you ended up sitting next to each other and working on an assignment. You had no intention of falling in love with anybody but it just kinda... happened. You cracked one half hearted joke and she tried and failed to hold back a snort. From then on you were always seen together in Biology. Laughing, cracking jokes, and teasing. Sometimes you would even get threaten to be split up or thrown out of class but you always managed to keep this calm before that happened.

As much fun as you two had with each other it would always stay within the classroom. It wasn't your fault or hers, it just how it seem to end up. There were days where she'd ask for you to come hang with her but you were stuck working at a shitty job to help pay the bills as an emancipated adult. There were the rare times that you were free after class but she would be linking up with her own friends. You didn't take it to heart but it kinda sucks that you only saw each other few hours out of the week. Before your thought could wonder off too far, Tara grabbed your attention once more.

"So who was the poor person you went full psycho on just now?"

You rolled your eyes but responded anyways.

"Just my dickhead boss... or should I say former boss? Cause I just quit. I've had enough."

"Oh! Well I'm glad you've stuck up for yourself." Tara congratulated you. You just smiled at her while nodding your head in thanks. Tara smiled shyly while turning her head away from you. While the silence stretch on and you were inwardly trying to think of something to say to get the ball rolling. You didn't know if this silence was supposed comfortable or not but you we're kinda afraid to let it go on longer than this.

"So whatchu doing out out here?"

Tara huffed and then went on to explain how she had plans with one of her friends only for them to bail last minute. You just hummed and nodded along as she vented a little bit to you.

"Well sucks to suck doesn't it?"

Tara snorted while giving your arm a shove. You chuckled back before you started thinking again. Tara's plans were cancelled so she was free. You were free from a shitty poopy job with an equally shitty poopy boss. You were already out and together. Hmm.

Chance!

"Hey, Tara wanna go do something?"

"Like what?" she asked looking up towards you.

"Like... I don't know, hang out? Grab a bite to eat? It's like the first time both of us are free and together right?"

"Yeah... yeah!" She nodded getting excited about finally getting to chance to hang out with you outside of class.

"Alright then, let's go."

A/N: The end for now. Thanks for tuning in and let me know what you guys think of my very first post here. I'll see you when I see you.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

A Dastardly Deal

A.N: This is kind of a sequel/continuation of Final Stress, tied in with a prequel of what happened in Chapter 3 of Twst! Leona X Reader. 

Twisted Wonderland MasterList 

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When Leona was far enough away from your hearing, he promptly busted out in laughter! 

Ahh, his herbivore was quite fun to play with! 

Leona had heard you when you came in to rouse him for class. Of course, he played dead, as it were. He wanted to see what you would do. He expected gentle rouses, kisses and promises of cuddling for naps later.  That was expected. 

What he did not expect was for you to hit him. 

And definitely not on his tushie!! 

Thankfully, his gaze was away from you, so you couldn’t see the shock that crossed his face. Those finals must really be stressing you out.  And you just added to it! Naturally, he could not let you get away with that! 

Hehe. 

But then again, despite your usual polite demeanor, you held a firecracker deep inside. 

Something he prided himself in bringing out. 

Leona frowned as a thought crossed his mind. He really hoped that you didn’t go around hitting other guy’s tushies. His right eye twitched, then he smirked. He knew you didn’t plan on such a thing when you arrived. He didn’t need to see your face to know that. 

Perhaps you were becoming more comfortable with him to let such a thing slip? 

He guffawed! 

This lion was quite pleased that he would indulge you and go to class. 

As Leona walked to class, he remembered one of the first times that he realized you had a firecracker within you. He smirked, it was quite sometime ago when your idiotic friends had made a deal with Azul and you had to stay at Savanaclaw dorm. 

Naturally, he was not going to get involved in your deal. Whether you lost Ramshackle Dorm or not, did not mean a thing to him. He was absolutely not going to get dragged into someone else’s mess. 

How did you think nature survived? Everyone stayed in everyone’s lane. If you strayed, then it was curtains!  

And Leona Kingscholar was smarter than that! Dealing with that cephalo-punk would shorten his life! And he was not about it! Even Ruggie was smart and stayed out of it! 

You had sighed, disappointed, but you hardly protested, especially under his withering glare. As your words died, you quietly turned in for the night. Surprisingly you had taken it with grace. 

And Leona Kingscholar went to bed, thinking that was the end of the matter. 

The next then he knew: 

BANGBANG-CLASH-WHACK-THUM!! 

His eyes popped open, and his natural instinct demanded that he swipe at the direction of the noise. Imagine his surprised when he sat up, in his own bed, in his own room to see you. Apparently you had positioned yourself at the foot of the bed out of his reach. Which was why, he was sitting up, green eyes wide as he stared at you.

Your mangy cat-thing, Leona never cared to remember what his name was, was actually holding a smaller pot in his claws as well! 

Was that the source of that infernal noise? 

“Wake up!! Rise and shine, buddy!! We got things to do!!” you yelled slamming the pots together. 

Who was this mad woman? 

Where did the grace from last night go? 

You looked positively feral! Your eyes had a look of wildness, your nose wide. 

You slammed the pots together again, “Let’s go!” 

Finally, Leona growled, “Shh, do you want to wake the entire dorm?” 

“Is that what I have to do, to get your attention? I need your help! This is an emergency! I did not ask to be here. I know you don’t want me here, and I don’t want to be here. Let me help you, help me!” 

“Oi, herbivore!! Did I not say last night that this was not my problem?” 

“Oh, so that’s what I gotta do? I gotta make it your problem? That’s fine! Cool!! How about, if you don’t help me, this is how you’ll get awaken up every day that I’m here!” 

You actually started banging the pots together again, that mangy cat-thing followed along laughing like a hyena!! 

Leona lept to his feet. It was only his instincts that stopped him from getting tangled in his bedsheets and falling. Wouldn’t that be a sight for you at this moment?  

“Silence!” he almost yelled. 

How did you managed to make him lost almost ALL of his patience, in what 2 minutes?  

Never, in his life, did he have such a rude awakening. His parents never even pulled this kind of stunt. 

Thankfully, you paused and Grim followed your example. But your eyes were still narrowed at him. 

He held his forehead, rubbing them once, twice, “You have some nerves, herbivore.” 

“Do I have your compliance?” 

A long moment passed before Leona finally looked up. Folding his arms, a slow smirk began to form as a clear thought rang in his head, “No. Because all I have to do, is wait. If you lose to Azul and he takes your dorm, you will have sea anemone growing out of your head. Once that happens, you will be too busy with your marching orders to rouse this kind of drama.” 

His smirk widened. 

Checkmate!! 

So why did you start grinning? 

Leona’s grin faltered once. 

Now you were laughing? 

Wild and untamed, it went on longer than he thought necessary. 

It was sheer willpower that held him to the ground from jumping as you suddenly slammed your pots together once. You had suddenly stopped laughing and gave him steely eyes, “Wanna bet? You and Azul got some bad blood don’t you? No worries, you don’t have to tell me anything. I ain’t interested.” 

But then an unnatural Cheshire grin appeared on your face, “But what I am interested in…is what Azul would think about my new deal.” 

Leona blinked before raising an eyebrow, “New deal?” 

“Her new deal. Our new deal” Grim crowed. 

“Surely learning your lesson once would not be enough?” Leona asked lazily. 

“Like you learned yours?” you asked airly. 

It was Grim who banged on his pot once, making Leona’s right eye twitched. 

You continued, “But that’s all water under the bridge now. Right now, what I’m wondering is if I tell Azul my plan, that I want to wake you up like this everyday in this fashion, what are the chances that Azul would actually allow a few extra minutes for this? In fact, he may even have the twins monitor and report back to him. And that twin, who's a little….loopy….what’s his name, Grim?” 

“Floyd! I remember him!” Grim answered. 

“Thank you. Floyd. I would wonder if Floyd would find this quite fun and join me?” 

All the while you were talking, Leona’s was freezing up. He had never thought about that before! Azul already had the contract out on him. So what did he do? Did he risk it? He wouldn’t put it past Azul to do something like that just for the sheer fun of it! But he needed to figure out how to swing this to his advantage. 

Hmm.....

This could present a unique possibility of protecting his precious sleep as well as burning his contract that was still out. That was assuming everything went according to whatever plan you had. Leona would pray you actually had a decent one. Otherwise, they were all going down. 

“So, have we got a deal?” you asked with a smile. 

Leona laughed lightly at the memory of that day. You turned out to be a more dastardly villain that Azul was! He would never admit it, but he commended your underhanded tactic.  

However, you were lucky that he was taught to never lay his hands on a woman. Had you been a man, there wouldn’t have been a conversation.  But you didn’t have to know that. In fact, you didn’t know that. And yet still you dared to rouse a lion’s ire. He thinks that was the moment he began to notice you. And since then, he has enjoyed spending time to get a rise out of you. 

Just probably not like that. 

This lion needed his sleep. 

[jamielea81]

When We Were Young

Chapter 6

Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn’t part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you’ve been doing that since the start.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing maybe. Over use of the word goodnight. Fluff. Alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 3,926

A/N:  I’m sorry this took so long! I’ve been battling major writer’s block. This chapter is a little long than the normal word count I post with this series, so I hope you all enjoy. As always, this is strictly for fun and I mean no harm to this actor. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.

*Italics are internal thoughts*

Catch up with Chapter 5

**

“Great job, Carmen!” you yelled then immediately cringed at the volume of your voice.

In your defense, a bowling alley on a Saturday afternoon was not a quiet place. All lanes were in use and frankly it was hard to hear yourself think. Carmen gave you a friendly wave before taking a seat next to Ellie.

You were supervising six fifteen and sixteen-year-old kids as part of Ellie’s sixteenth birthday. This was technically celebration two of three. Being that her actual birthday was on a school night, just the two of you went out for crab legs and root beer floats. Her pick which you were perfectly fine with being that you loved seafood. Root beer floats were an afterthought as the two of you window shopped down the busy street from the restaurant. Cookies strategically placed in a window display drew you in, but ice cream sounded better. When Ellie ordered a float, you followed suit. This afternoon she wanted to go bowling with her friends followed by pizza at your place. It had taken a good hour picking up the five other kids in your trusty Cherokee, but you didn’t mind.

“Mom, are you sure you don’t want to play?”

“Nah. You kids have fun.” You stood, reaching for your purse resting on the empty seat next to you and looped it on your shoulder. “Do you guys want something to drink? I can grab a pitcher of Coke or Sprite.”

“Could we get both? Please mom,” Ellie asked.

“You got it,” you said with a smile before turning away.

They were old enough to bowl by themselves, so you really just wanted to give them some space. None of her group of friends drove yet, so rather than having everyone get dropped off, you volunteered to pick up. Ellie insisted that you stay rather than driving home just to turn around to come get them. According to Ellie, you had been dubbed the “cool” mom. You weren’t quite sure what you did to deserve that title. Sure, you were always willing to drive one of her friends home and you always had snacks at your house, but none of that made you feel cool.

Most of the kids you knew except for Aaron. You heard Ellie mention his name a time or two and heard her on the phone with Carmen mentioning his name again. Your sneaking suspicion was that she had a crush on him. He was a polite kid that was a bit on the tall side and a little lanky. Ellie had never approached the subject of dating with you, but if she wanted to do it in a group setting, you were more than fine with that. She was sixteen now, so even if she wanted to do a non-group date, you probably wouldn’t fight her on it.

As odd and surreal as it was, Chris was currently at your house setting up the bonus room for Ellie. You had caved and decided to make the first floor of your row home a bonus space for her. When you discussed it with Chris, he had asked to split the cost with you. It threw you for a minute, but he argued that he wanted to give her something for her birthday and didn’t know what to buy her. He threatened to buy her a car when you initially told him no, so you agreed to split the cost of the room. Chris had recently purchased a new couch for his home, so he was giving you his old one. The large space was also getting a table and four chairs for school work and craft projects with friends. A flat screen tv was being mounted to the wall and a couple of bean bag chairs were being added to the space. You’d let Ellie pick out some knickknacks and framed art to finish out the space the next time you two went shopping.

Things had gotten better after your heated conversation with Chris. He felt bad and the poor guy wore his heart of his sleeve. He was beyond sweet and timid with you the two times he was over at your place after that day. You actual had to pull him into the kitchen with you and tell him to knock it off. You were fine. The two of you were fine. Families could be difficult and you knew that from experience. It was over as far as you were concerned and you just wanted to move forward. Chris had started to reach out to you more by texting every few days to see how you were or send you a meme or two. It was nice. You couldn’t argue with that.

**

Chris had made himself scarce by the time you brought the kids back to your place. Only Chris’ family and Gwen knew about your family situation so he couldn’t just be hanging at your house when you arrived home with a group of teenagers.

“Oh, my goodness! Mom! This is amazing!” Ellie exclaimed once she stepped through the door. “How?” she asked, throwing her arms around your middle.

“Happy birthday baby girl,” you whispered into her hair. “Chris and I did it.”

She pulled her face back, wide eyed. “Chris did this too?” she whispered.

You nodded your head yes. “It’s our birthday gift to you. We’ll go shopping next week so you can decorate the space a bit. Sound good?”

“Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she cheered pulling from your embrace and stepping into the room.

“I’ll order the pizzas,” you shouted as you walked up the stairs.

You sent Chris a quick text letting him know that Ellington loved her new hangout spot and was currently entertaining her friends in there.

Chris: Glad to hear that sweetheart

Whoa. That’s new.

You hummed to yourself before quickly exciting your text thread to order pizza. Once that was taken care of, you poured yourself a glass of wine and waited for the pizzas to arrive. Gwen had sent you a string of texts confirming that she had her flight booked for her trip in July. She was staying with you for a week and wanted to do all the touristy stuff. That was fine with you because you hadn’t gotten around to doing that yourself.

Your phone rang and you quickly clicked the accept button without paying much attention.

“Dude, yes, we’ll do the freaking tea party thing.”

You heard a chuckle that most certainly did not come from Gwen’s mouth.

“When do you want to do the tea party thing?”

It was Chris. Of course, it wouldn’t be the friend that had been non stop texting you for the last twenty minutes.

“H-hey! H-hi Chris,” you said, promptly clearing your throat. “What’s up?”

He chuckled again. “I’m trying to figure out what tea party you’re talking about.”

“Oh! Oh, I was just making plans with my best friend for when she comes to visit in July. I thought you were her calling.”

“Well, that still doesn’t answer my question. A tea party?”

“You know. The famous one. She wants to see all the Boston things.”

He chuckled again and if you were being honest, you really liked the sound of that.

“Ahhh. That one. Of course,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” you drawled out. “So, what’s up?”

“I was just calling to ask that you call me when the kids are gone for the night.”

Your heart rate picked up. You could feel it thumping wildly in your chest.

“Call you?”

“Yeah,” he answered lamely. “I want to help clean up.”

Oh. That.

“Plus, I still have your spare key, so I want to return that,” he added.

“Ye-yeah. Sure. You don’t have to clean up though. It’s just pizza and cupcakes.”

“We’ll see...Give me a call or shoot me a text and I’ll stop by.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later then,” you said softly

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Chris.”

**

Ellington was gone for the night as she was sleeping over at Carmen’s house. The other kids had been picked up by another parent shortly before. The house was in relatively good shape considering you had six teenagers over for the better part of four hours. You had failed to pick up paper plates and cups, so you had dishes to do in addition to a table that needed to be wiped down as well as a floor to be swept. Chris was on his way over and he made it abundantly clear that you were not to start cleanup and until he got there. He was really trying to do his part as a parent. Or whatever he was. It was still too new and your mind hadn’t fully figured it out yet.

Not wanting to smell the pizza any longer, you took the three boxes outside and stuck them in the trash can just as Chris’ headlights hit you. Rather than dashing inside and looking like a weirdo, you stayed put and waited for him to exit his SUV.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he said, warning tone in his voice as he reached you.

“I couldn’t take the pizza smell anymore. I’m pizzaed out.”

“Likely story,” he teased. “And pizza? Thought she wasn’t a fan of cheese.”

“Only in some circumstances. Unique kid, remember?”

Chris hummed at that, following you into the house. “What’s the damage?”

“Surprisingly not bad. I think the older they get, the less of a mess they make,” you answered, as the two of you surveyed the room. “Plus, I think the fact that there were only two boys-”

“There were boys here?” Chris asked, cutting you off.

“Yes, Christopher. Ellie has boys who are friends. Although, I do think she likes one a little more than a friend.”

“Isn’t she a little young for that?” he asked.

“She’s sixteen! I’m surprised she hasn’t had a boyfriend that I at least know of, sooner,” you replied, carrying the six plates up the stairs to the kitchen. Chris was behind you, with the glasses stacked into two piles.

“Yeah, but, still.”

You chuckled at his response shaking your head.

**

Chris was currently lounging on your couch with a beer in his hand. You rarely drank it, but with him over at least once a week, you started to pick up a six pack every other week to have some on hand. Wine was more of your forte, although you weren’t particular about it. Ten dollar bottle, thirty dollar bottle, it was all the same to you.

“How old were you when you first had a boyfriend?”

“Hmm. That’s tough. I mean when I was a kid, like ten or eleven, I had what I thought was a boyfriend at the time, but of course that was like for a day or two and then you forget about that kid,” you laughed softly. “But dating was different for me. My parents had very particular standards, so I really only dated the sons of my parents’ friends. Kind of arranged courtships if you will. Even though I had a couple of boyfriends in high school, it wasn’t all that exciting or great for me. I dated in college, but nothing terribly serious. But I would consider those real boyfriends because they were with guys I wanted to be with.”

“Your family is pretty uptight?”

“Oh yeah. Getting pregnant wasn’t really in their life plans for me.”

Chris offered you a soft smile. “You went all Girls Gone Wild in college then?”

You ducked your head and covered your mouth as you snorted a laugh. “Hardly. I may have had my independence, but I didn’t go crazy. I was just able to be me for once.”

He nodded his head. You noticed his cheeks were bright red.

God, he’s good looking.

“Sorry!” he chuckled out. “Well, I’m glad you were able to find yourself in school.”

Each of you took a drink, you from your wine glass and Chris from his bottle of beer. It was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. The comfortable silence was welcoming.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course,” Chris replied.

“What made you donate sperm?”

Now it was your turn for your face to heat up. You honestly just wanted to know, but damn if it wasn’t a weird question to ask someone.

Chris chuckled and shook his head. “Money,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I was eighteen and interning in the city. Needless to say, I was making next to nothing,” he sighed. “A buddy of mine had done it a few times and talked up the cash he was making.’

“Understandable,” you said.

“I only did it once. I was scared to death my mom would find out, so it only ended up being a one and done for me.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Well, thank you for doing so,” you said, lifting your glass in salute. “It brought me Ellington.” Chris’ eyes went soft and he raised his glass to you.

After a moment you chuckled and Chris perked up.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just,” you giggled again. “Your file said you were a pediatrician who acted in theater for fun.”

“I swear I never said that. I wouldn’t do that.” His plea was a bit panicked but sounded sincere.

“I believe you! I’m sure they beef up those files. Ellie is perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“She is. We can agree to that.”

**

“El! Did you borrow my earrings again? The white gold hoops?” you yelled from your bedroom.

Tonight, was Ellie’s third and final birthday celebration, but this time it was just going to be her and Chris. He was over at your place making Ellie chicken enchiladas per her request and you were finally having a much-needed night out with your co-workers that you now considered friends. This was the first time the two of them were spending time together without you there. This was also the first time you were having an adults’ since you moved to Boston months ago. It was fine. You were fine. You weren’t freaking out at all.

Ellie came running into your room. “Sorry!” she said dropping the hoops in your open hand.

You pecked her on the cheek. “No problem.”

“You look great mom.”

“Thanks, baby.” You ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “How’s Chris doing out there. Hasn’t burned down the kitchen yet, I hope.”

She giggled and shook her head no. “He says he’s a great cook. I’ll let you know.”

“You better.”

Amy, your manager was picking you up in fifteen minutes. A group of ten or so were meeting at a restaurant that had live music on Fridays and tonight was a nineteen eighties tribute band. The plans were dinner, drinks, and dancing. You weren’t sure on the dancing, but you weren’t about to poopoo that plan to your manager. She had become a close friend over the last few weeks, she didn’t need to know that you did not dance. You weren’t bad per se, you just weren’t all that coordinated. Get a few drinks in you, and you were pretty out of control on the dance floor.

“You don’t think I’m overdressed?” you asked.

“No, this looks really good.”

The restaurant was a little on the nicer side. So, even though you were there mainly for the music, you didn’t think jeans were the way to go. Looking in the mirror attached to your closet door, you pulled down on the waist, making the red wrap dress reach your knees. The fabric had a tendency to bunch up, making it hit a couple of inches above your knees. You liked your legs, but your conservative upbringing never really left you completely.

“Any boys going to be there tonight?” Ellie asked, wiggling her eyebrows?

“Boys? Ellington…really?”

She chuckled softly. “Just asking.”

“Yes, there will be men there. It’s a work thing and I work with some men. Plus, it’s a restaurant, so there’s bound to be a few more.”

You started to walk from your room to the living room, shoes in hand.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

You turned around surprising her as she jumped back a step. “Hey! Who’s the mother and who’s the daughter?” A fake scowl on your face which Ellie easily picked a part as she started laughing, throwing her head back.

“What are you two ladies going on about?” Chris said, stepping out of the kitchen with his hands on his waist. His eyes met yours and his mouth parted. “Wow,” he said softly.

You bit your bottom lip and turned back toward the couch taking a seat so you slip on your shoes.

“I was just teasing mom about her night out.” Ellie said, not catching on to the tension in the room.

Chris nodded but kept his eyes on you. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you said with a soft smile.

“Are you getting ready to head out?” he asked.

“Yep. My ride should be here in a few.”

“Good,” he nodded his head. “Dinner’s about ready. Want to set the table for me El?”

“On it,” she said, moving into the kitchen passing by Chris and giving him a slight hip check.

“Smells good. Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.”

“Funny. I’ll have you know, my ma taught me to cook and I do just fine thank you.”

“Ellie will be the judge of that,” you replied, standing up now that your shoes were securely in place.

“I guess so,” he grinned.

Your phone chimed, so you quickly dug it out of your purse.

“That would be my ride,” you said to Chris who nodded before turning back to the kitchen.

“Ellie, Amy’s here. I’m heading out. Call me if you need anything.”

Ellie jogged out of the dinning room through the kitchen. “We’ll be fine. Have fun. Meet boys,” she said wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

**

You couldn’t get the damn key to work. It was your third attempt, missing the lock all together on your first two tries. Amy’s car was still parked in front your house running with the lights on.

“Need help there girlie?” she called through the open window.

You laughed louder than you meant to. Drinking two more drinks than necessary was really getting to you.

“I got it! I got it!” you yelled back. The key was in the slot, all you need to do was turn it and you were home free so to speak. “Go home! Love y-”

The door opened causing you to fall forward but before you could hit the ground, strong arms caught you by the biceps.

“Whoa,” you whispered.

“You okay there, Y/N?” Chris chuckled helping you to stand on two feet.

“I’m-I’m fine. Thanks for catching me.”

“You good?” Amy called out.

You stepped back out the door and away from Chris’ arms, blowing her a kiss. “All good!”

Amy waved and drove off down the road. Turning back to your door, you stepped inside walking around Chris who closed the door behind you.

You had a permanent smile on your face, mostly due to the alcohol but partly due to the night. You had honest to goodness fun and it had been awhile. Your co-workers were a hoot. The food was good and the drinks were great. The band was high energy and talented. Half way through the set, you were forced out on the dance floor by some of your new friends and you actually had fun. Everyone was dancing too close for you to be too uncoordinated, so your secret was still safe.

“You didn’t have to stick around,” you said climbing the stairs.

Chris jogged up the stairs to catch up to you. “I know, but I wanted to clean up and didn’t want to leave Ellie home alone. She’s in bed already. Aaron called,” he said, giving you a look.

“Ah, Aaron. The boyfriend not boyfriend.”

“Yeah. Whatever that’s about.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “He’s a nice boy.”

“I don’t trust sixteen year old boys,” he said, leaning against the island and crossing his arms.

You smiled at him before reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. You lifted it and waved it but Chris shook his head no.

“Not that quiet and studious boys can’t be punks, but I just didn’t get that impression of him. Besides, Ellie is a smart girl and we’ve had the sex talk.” The last bit was said in a hushed voice.

Chris raised his eyebrows, a small grin playing on his lips. “I didn’t quite hear that.”

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the word sex, but suddenly you were beyond flustered.

“The talk. You know. Not the birds and the bees, but birth control and waiting until you find the right partner,” you said. “Sex,” you whispered.

Chris threw his head back and laughed loudly. “I love that you feel the need to whisper the word sex.”

You shrugged your shoulders and lifted the bottle to your mouth taking a long drink. When he didn’t look away, you just kept on drinking, refusing to continue this side discussion.

He finally chuckled and looked down. “Did you have fun tonight?”

You set the bottle on the counter behind you and pulled that smile back on your lips. “The best time. It was hard moving away from friends. It’s nice to have friends here now.”

“Good. I’m glad sweetheart.”

There was that word again. You belly flipped and you had to grip the counter behind you to stay on your feet.

“I’m going to take off. I’ll call you.”

“Ye-yeah. Sounds good Chris,” you replied.

He started his decent down the stairs and you took a moment to yourself before you followed. Chris was slipping on his boots when you made it to the first level.

“Drive safe.”

“I will,” he replied softly but made no move to leave.  

The two of you stood motionless, soft smiles on your face. It almost felt like a game about who would look away first.

“Well.”

“Yeah,” you replied.

Chris chuckled and pulled you in a hug. It was unexpected as the two of you hadn’t hugged before.

“Oh.”

“Have a goodnight sweetheart,” he said into your hair.

You started to pull back, but his arms were still around you. “You too. I mean, you have a goodnight too.”

He smiled brightly at you, nodding his head slightly. It’s then when you lost your mind. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his. You quickly dropped your arms forcing him to do the same. Your brain was at a loss as to what to do next. Chris’ eyes were wide but he still had a soft smile on his lips. When neither of you moved to take a step back, you decided to end the night before you made it anymore uncomfortable or tried to kiss him again.

“Okay, goodnight,” you said.

“Goodnight?”

“Yeah, goodnight Chris.”

“Okay.”

He opened the door, took a step outside and turned back to face you. “Night.”

“Night,” you replied.

You shut the door and flicked the deadbolt. Pressing your back against the door, you closed your eyes and took in a few calming breathes.

I kissed Chris. What was I thinking?!

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[shotgun--rider]

Starving

A Dean x Reader oneshot

Y/N comes from a big, unconventional hunter family, and Dean doesn’t know what to do with her habit of casual physical touch. He’s also not prepared to handle her driving his car. 

Word Count: 4115

Warnings: Touchstarved!Dean, aggressive fluffy snuggles, smut

*Female reader

A/N: CONSENT IS SEXY PEOPLE USE IT. Also, for the purposes of this fic the Impala has a manual transmission. I know she pretty much isn’t but sometimes when fics announce themselves fully formed and slightly confused in my head they come with oddly specific stipulations like Baby being manual. 

Aunt Danielle already had six boys when you came to live with her, and the youngest of them was seven years older than you. Your earliest memories involved cousin Joe dangling you upside down, tickling you until you shrieked for mercy, and then popping you up onto his shoulders to carry you downstairs when your aunt yelled for everyone to shut up and come eat dinner. 

Your aunt gave the best hugs, and that was a fact you’d decided in childhood that had never really gone away, even as an adult. She was warm and loving and had been successfully hugging your problems away since the tender age of four. Incidentally, offering hugs was still your go-to method of problem solving for everyone around you, and you had her to thank for it. 

You grew up trying to fit seven people onto a too-small sofa for Saturday night movie night. (It always ended with someone’s foot jammed in someone else’s side and a lot of complaining.) You spent years with the only car in the family being an old two-door pickup, so anyone that was too slow to call shotgun piled into the truck bed to get wherever you were going. (Which only really sucked when it was cold out.) You grew up as the recipient of piggyback rides and, occasionally, getting hauled out of the bathroom in a fireman’s hold if you took too long on your hair as a teenager. 

Somehow, it had never occured to you that that wasn’t everyone’s experience. In your mind, coming to live with the Winchesters was just an extension of the kind of life you’d always had, even though part of you always knew your little hunter family was an exception, not the rule.

The first time it happened, you’d been occupying a guest room in the bunker for maybe two weeks. The living arrangement was still temporary then, Sam and Dean treating you kindly enough but clearly not yet trusting. You’d swung through the kitchen while Dean was making dinner, just trying to grab a bottle of water, and, in some combined habit from your high school waitressing days and your aunt’s crowded kitchen, laid a hand on his back as you slid past. “Behind you,” you’d murmured, the touch only lingering for the split second you needed to cross over to the fridge. 

It was long enough to feel every single muscle in his body tense up like you were holding a gun barrel to the middle of his spine instead of your palm. But it wasn’t your place to comment, not really, so you just fished a bottle out of the fridge silently and went back to the library, reminding yourself that this was a man you barely knew, and would never have known if it weren’t for an especially pesky werewolf pack. 

A month later found the three of you celebrating after a miserably complicated hunt finally finished, arguing over who got to choose the movie. You’d smacked the cap off of your beer on a table edge on the way in and settled yourself in between the still-bickering brothers on the sofa with a roll of your eyes. “Someone better decide in the next ten seconds,” you huffed out with no real annoyance, not even sparing a thought for the fact that the entire right side of your body was pressed against Dean’s. 

His argument in favor of Die Hard was abruptly cut off with a shiver and an almost indiscernible noise in the back of his throat, and he’d avoided the weird look you shot him while Sam triumphantly jumped up to put his preferred pick into the old DVD player. It was maybe the first time in your entire life you’d watched a movie with few enough people to all fit on the couch (even though Sam ends up on the floor after the first twenty minutes) and it felt weird. 

Without thinking, you’d shifted your body into the space Sam vacated and pivoted your legs to land your feet over Dean’s lap, wincing internally when he immediately stiffened, his free hand hovering hesitantly in mid-air for an awkward length of time before he finally set it down, barely touching, over your ankles. Your thoughts had drifted to what his hands, calloused and warm, would feel like on other parts of your body before you snapped at yourself to end the train of thought. Dean obviously wasn’t comfortable around you, and you were going to have to remember that. Even if he was pretty much just unfairly perfect.

That proved to be easier said than done. As you settled into life at the bunker over the next few months, you had plenty of reminders after the fact, when you’d already made the seasoned hunter jump and flinch away from you, but you rarely caught yourself before you reached out to touch him. And getting to know him better really wasn’t helping your case. He was smart, surprisingly gentle, good at watching your back and making you laugh. He loved his car and his brother and a good slice of apple pie almost as much as you thought you could easily love him, and you, evidently, scared the shit out of him. 

You could almost picture your aunt’s face if you told her. I live with a really hot guy and I keep spooking him and I don’t know why. She would have thrown back her head and laughed in her loud, brash way, and then she would have fixed you with a sharp look and asked, well, did you ask him about it?

Staring blankly through the windshield in front of you, you blew out an exasperated breath. Because that conversation would go over so well. 

“Hey,” Dean’s voice cut through your thoughts, studying you with those green eyes. “Still with me?”

Your forehead scrunched together as you looked at him, watching him watch you bite your lip. “Dean, I don’t want to do this. What if I break her?”

He flashed you a grin. “If you break Baby? Start running,”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Dean, I’m serious!”

He looked affronted. “So am I. But you’re not going to break her.” Dean reached over, dangling the keys impatiently in front of you until you caved and pulled them out of his hands, trying to quell the nerves in your stomach. “Come on, you need to learn to handle her before you’re trying to figure it out with one of us trying not to get blood all over the backseat.”

You’d been behind the wheel of dozens of cars. You’d spent plenty of time criss-crossing states, though perhaps not nearly as much as Sam and Dean did, and you knew you were a decently competent driver. 

But you’d never driven a manual before. And you’d never tried practicing on a beloved car with said car’s owner watching you the entire time. Said car’s owner who you were possibly harboring the world’s most unbelievable crush on. Who flinched away from you on the regular. 

No, no reason to be nervous at all. Gritting your teeth, you put the key in the ignition, hearing the familiar purr of Baby’s engine come to life beneath your hands. You glanced at Dean, looking perfectly unbothered in the passenger’s seat. “Now what?”

“Press the clutch all the way down. Shift into first, now go easy on the accelerator,”

You got halfway through his instructions before the car made a noise of protest and you instinctively yanked your hands off the wheel, biting your lip again. “Oh, god, okay, I’m sorry, I–” you were rambling and you knew it, not sure if you were apologizing to Dean or to the Impala. 

Beside you, Dean chuckled softly and slid closer on the bench seat, glancing down at your foot on the clutch. “Just let up on the clutch a little slower this time,”

This time, you felt it catch, and Dean guided you through accelerating the car without stalling it. You exhaled, leaning forward just slightly without losing your careful control of the car. “I would rather go ten rounds with a rugaru than ever do that again,” you offered up conversationally, pretending you weren’t desperately white-knuckling Baby’s steering wheel.

To your surprise, Dean let out a loud laugh beside you, and you cursed the stupid driving lesson again for not letting you turn to look at him. In any other car, you would have, but taking your eyes off the road while driving the Impala seemed too big of a risk. 

That didn’t, however, stop Dean from watching you. He walked you through shifting into third gear without taking his eyes off you, and you could feel his green gaze boring holes into the side of your head while you executed a turn onto the next backroad, wincing at the slight grind you were still making every time you tried to get into second and back to third.

“Relax,” Dean said softly. “Stop strangling the wheel, you’re fine.”

You were most certainly not fine, riding some strange mixture of anxiety, adrenaline, and arousal as the sound of the car’s engine and Dean’s low voice warred for your attention. Still, over the next half-hour of aimless driving, you were starting to feel a little less intimidated by sitting in the driver’s seat. 

“Turn left up here,”

You promptly maneuvered the car into the right-hand turn lane, getting around the corner before Dean’s laughter interrupted you. “The other left, Y/N,”

Without thinking, you reached over to punch his arm. “Shut up, jerk, I’m trying,”

As usual, Dean stiffened under your touch, pulling away from you on the bench seat, and you huffed a breath of annoyance at yourself. “Sorry,”

You could feel Dean’s look of surprise, but your eyes stayed resolutely on the road. You passed one mile marker, then the next, the mood in the car suddenly more tense than it was when you were stalling the engine and grinding gears. 

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” you blurted out suddenly, wincing as your voice came out louder than intended. You were back to gripping the steering wheel until your hands turned white. 

“What?” Dean was silent for a moment after that outburst, like he was trying to process. “Do you–Y/N, what the fuck are you talking about?”

That was hardly the response you were expecting from him and you blinked, easing the Impala to a stop on the side of the completely empty road before turning to look at him, one hand braced on the steering wheel and one on the back of the seat. “I just…” you fumbled, looking anywhere but his eyes and that wasn’t helping because that just left you staring at his mouth and you needed to focus. “You jump every time I touch you, Dean,” you finally said softly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m working on–”

“You don’t,” Dean cut you off, looking equal parts bewildered and hesitant. His hand came up to run through his short hair before landing in his lap where he stared down, not looking at you. “‘M just not used to it,” he mumbled after a pause. 

Something in your heart broke at the admission, at the idea that he was missing something that had been so fundamental to you for your entire life. “Dean…”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” he said roughly, still avoiding your gaze. 

“No, it’s not!” you surprised even yourself with the sharpness in your tone, and Dean’s head finally snapped up to look at you, meeting your eyes with green pools that looked almost on the verge of tears. “You deserve to be hugged and touched and loved as much as anyone else,”

You bit your lip, wondering if you were about to go too far. “Can I give you a hug?”

Dean scoffed, clearly not as unaffected as he pretended to be, but held his arm out for you to slide under. “Sure, whatever,”

You slid across the bench seat until you were tucked up next to him, turning your body into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his shoulder. For the first time since getting into the Impala, you felt the tension drain out of your spine, and you shifted slightly, feeling the solid warmth of his body and the soft flannel he was wearing against your cheek. 

And then you realized he was shaking. Cautiously, you lifted your head, not quite letting him go as you opened your eyes to look at his face, scrunched up like he was in pain. It occurs to you that this is so far from any kind of the manly-slap-on-the-back hugs you’ve seen him exchange with his brother, and even those are few and far between. You were probably completely overwhelming him. “Too much?”

Dean shook his head once, his arm tightening just slightly around you, and you smiled softly at him, tucking yourself back into his side as best you could in the front seat of the car. “Okay,” you whispered, somehow afraid to break the moment if you spoke too loud. “Okay.”

One of your hands slid up to card through his short hair absently, your head still resting against his shoulder, and Dean melted. Every bone in his body seemed to simultaneously give up the fight, falling into you with a quiet noise in the back of his throat that somehow broke your heart and turned you on at the same time. 

At no point in this little driving lesson–hell, at no point since meeting him–did you imagine you would end up with your arms full of Dean Winchester, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. You were caught halfway between realizing you felt completely safe for the first time since leaving your aunt’s house, and trying to focus on him. Somewhere in the middle of it, Dean had turned his face into your neck, lips hovering over the curve where your neck met your shoulder, and you shivered involuntarily. 

Dean froze, raising his head cautiously to search your face with those green eyes. “You good?” he asked in a low voice. 

“Yeah,” you whispered back, hand playing absently with the collar of his flannel and your eyes flicking between his lips and the freckles on his face. You had no way of explaining why this, a hug in a car pulled on the side of the road, was so much more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced before, it just was. Maybe it was because it was him. Maybe it was always just him.

You could see the same thing reflected in Dean’s expression, and when his eyes darkened and his hands shifted to your waist, you just went along with it, letting him lift you easily onto his lap with a little squeak leaving your lips. 

He smiled, pulling you tighter against him, and when his lips were suddenly on yours you weren’t even sure who moved first. Dean kissed you like he was starving, swallowing your gasp of surprise and tracing his tongue against yours, one hand tangling itself up in your hair. It was electric, stealing your breath and sending warmth pooling low in your belly, and you were completely unprepared for how completely it was taking you over. Your senses had narrowed to just him, his hand on your back trying to pull you closer, the heat of his mouth, his shirt clenched in your hands.

Finally, needing to breath, you pulled back, pushing your hair reflexively out of your face. “Not that I’m complaining,” you laughed softly, “but where did that come from?” You’d seen Dean pick up women in bars like it was nothing before. And you weren’t sure you could be that to him. Not now.

Dean practically growled, his hands tightening on your hips. “Are you kidding me? You driving my car was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,”

You smirked at him, surveying his face, all blown pupils and flushed skin. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean replied easily, his lips returning to your neck. “Helps that I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he muttered against your skin, pressing kisses to your shoulder. One of his hands slid from your hip to inch its way up your shirt, fingertips grazing your lower back and lighting you up at the touch. You shifted your weight on his lap, rocking forward against the bulge in his jeans and making him hiss. “You should have said something,”

“Sweetheart,” Dean started, pausing with wide eyes as your hands went to his belt. He watched for a moment, transfixed, before his brain caught up and he caught your hands in his, stopping you. 

Your eyes shot up to meet his, worrying your lip again as you watched him, wondering if you’d gone too far. But Dean was still looking at you with unrestrained desire written all over his face. “Get in the backseat,”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You opened the passenger door with one last graze of your lips on his, almost tumbling off of his lap as you climbed out of the confined space, Dean on your heels. You pulled your shirt off before climbing into Baby’s backseat, smirking at the noise he made behind you. You’d never get tired of knowing the effect you could have on him. 

Settled back on the seat, Dean slid in after you, thankfully still with the presence of mind to shut the door behind him before he resumed devouring you, trailing his mouth from your lips down to your chest, teeth just grazing your breasts through the fabric before his hand snaked around to your back to unclasp your bra. You paused to let him pull the straps off of your arms before you went to work on his clothes, pushing the flannel impatiently off of his shoulders and letting out a frustrated whine when, in your current position, all you succeeded in doing was bunching it up around his biceps. Dean had you wound up too tight already and neither of you were even naked yet. 

He moved away from you just long enough to rip off the exasperating number of layers he was wearing, throwing them somewhere onto Baby’s floor. Settling back over you, Dean’s hands traced a burning path up your torso, thumbs just brushing over your nipples and sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. “You’re gorgeous, baby girl,”

You felt a flush of warmth at the compliment, not sure if you’d use the same words to describe yourself but too caught up to bother arguing. “Dean, hurry up,” you returned impatiently, lifting your hips toward him in search of friction. Your hands slid over his broad shoulders and down his back, feeling muscles ripple beneath your touch and watching the way his face changed at the contact. 

His hand slid down to deftly undo the button on your jeans, working the material off your hips as you pushed yourself up off of the leather seat to help him. His belt went next, and, with a bit of backseat gymnastics, Dean was sitting back on his heels above you with his pair of black boxers the only scrap of clothing left between you. 

You swallowed hard at the impressive tent in those boxers, rearranging yourself on the seat until you could slide your fingers into the waistband, looking up at his lust-blown eyes for confirmation. God, you just wanted to touch him, all of him, but you still wouldn’t do anything without his permission. 

Dean’s hand caught the side of your face, dragging you toward him for a messy kiss. Taking that as a yes, you pulled away after a moment with a breathy smile (and really, where had that come from) and pulled his boxers down far enough that his cock sprang free, bouncing against his stomach dark red and leaking. 

You wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping experimentally over the tip and earning a low groan from Dean in response. “Wanna taste you,” you murmured, not waiting for a response before swallowing down as much of him as you could. He felt bigger in your mouth than you expected, the first blowjob you’d given that could probably actually choke you if you weren’t careful, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Your hand covered whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you moved over him faster, trying to wring as many of those little noises out of his throat as you could. 

“Shit, sweetheart,” he breathed, which only spurred you on. You’d never really found that much enjoyment in giving blowjobs before, seeing them more as a favor to your partner, but there was something about this, about Dean, that had you practically dripping onto Baby’s leather seat. You snaked one hand between your legs to touch yourself, desperately in search of any kind of contact, and moaned around your mouthful of Dean’s cock as you circled your clit. 

“Fuck, baby, stop,” Dean guided you off of his cock hastily, crashing his lips into yours for a heartbeat while his hands held tightly to your hips. Then, he carefully laid you back down on the seat, shifting until he was braced above you on his forearms with the tip of his cock just brushing your entrance. 

Desperate and past the point of caring, you bucked your hips up, almost crying in relief when Dean finally slid into you, one inch at a time. You threw your head back against the Impala’s door at the sensation, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he finally filled you, holding completely still for a moment to let you adjust.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so good,” he groaned into your neck, mouthing little kisses there as he went. 

You’d never felt anything like this. No one had ever come close to this, and it wasn’t just that he was reaching places inside you that you hadn’t even known existed. You rocked your hips up, silently begging him to move, and Dean took the hint with a look of such adoration that it took your breath away. 

You sank into an easy rhythm there in Baby’s backseat, your teeth sinking into your lip as you tried to muffle the sounds caught in your chest. Dean’s soft lips moved over yours, coaxing your lip free before shooting you a heated gaze. “Let me hear you,”

His voice was deeper than you’d heard it before, the sound sending a rush of heat to your core, and you clenched your walls around him as he slid over your g-spot, a low wine tearing from your throat that didn’t sound remotely like your own voice. “Dean, god, fuck,”

 The pace of his thrusts sped up, one hand coming down to rub your clit in slow circles with the calloused pad of his thumb. “Come for me, Y/N,”

He was fucking you hard now, his every thrust slamming into your g-spot and a look on his flushed face that you wanted to commit to memory. He groaned roughly as your walls tightened around him, one sharp flick of your clit sending you over the edge into a wave of oblivion. Your vision went white, mouth open in a strangled scream, and you clung to Dean to hold you together as he shattered you perfectly. 

Vaguely, you registered Dean following you over the edge with a growl, and you both laid there in a tangle of limbs in Baby’s backseat, your skin sticking unpleasantly to the leather under your back but both of you unwilling to move. 

“So,” you said finally, “do all of your driving lessons go like that?”

Dean raised his head from where he’d been resting on your chest, opening one eye to stare at you with a scowl. “Only other person I taught to drive was Sammy,”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, and you slid your fingers through his now-messy hair, a warmth caught in your chest as he arched into your touch, hugging his arms around your waist. “So does that make me special?”

He pressed a half-formed kiss to the skin above your left breast. “Maybe,”

“I still don’t want to drive home,” you said flatly, your eyes sparkling.

Still huddled against you, Dean barked a laugh. “Fine,” he raised an eyebrow. “I can get us there faster anyway,”

So Dean drove on the way back, Metallica on the radio, half of your clothes still in the backseat, with one hand on the wheel and the other in yours. 

[achaoticeternal]

You Still Know Me Too Well

RANSOM DRYSDALE X READER

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request from anon: 95,98,100 where the reader and Ransom are getting a divorce cause they both think that there is nothing left of their marriage and they think they don’t love each other anymore but one of them ( probably Ransom) can’t bring themselves to sign the papers and they end up realizing that their divorce is probably a mistake and don’t end up going through with it?

Summary: Divorce is hard, but we’re both of you that broken? Word Count: 2k A/N: Wow, I absolutely adored this prompt because weird fact, but getting a divorce is my biggest fear. Haha. I also twisted in the song “Ophelia” by The Lumineers because it just slaps so go LISTEN TO IT :)

95.  “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me, but I wanted to see you.” 98.  “I’ll follow you anywhere.” 100.  “Don’t you love me too?”

Ah, ah, when I was younger, ah, ah, should have known better And I can't feel no remorse, and you don't feel nothing back

Three years. You have been Mrs. Drysdale for the past three years, but looking down at the paper that now held your signature, that name would change soon.

It was moments like this when the penthouse felt cold and lonely. Moments like this when Ransom’s words seemed to each off the wall.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

 It was the last sentence of his vows. But now where was he? Vacant of the penthouse where only you and two cats remained. It felt like he was here though, his warm physical form wasn’t. The idea of Ransom lingered, the idea of having a possible family, the idea of settling down to be outside the presses, the idea of selling the penthouse and his home in Boston and buying a big family home in Virginia, the idea of sharing a fulfilled life together. 

But none of that was happening. Neither of you could escape the public eye while you remained a big-name actress in the New York Theatre community and rumors continuously spreading about his family and their way of living. It came to the point where you were both in orbit of each other, but never around each other long enough to matter.

You couldn’t regret this decision. You couldn’t live this was the rest of your days. You need your husband, but you never knew if he quite needed you.  

Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

You requested the next week and a half off, having your understudy filling your role for the next five performances. It just happened that Ransom hadn’t been responding to the lawyers, so you needed to pay him a little visit down in Boston.

The drive to the house in the suburbs of Boston wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the most pleasant either. Traffic was always crazy though. However, you didn’t expect the drive to feel like a visit down memory lane and everything the flooded your mind, like the day Ransom asked if you would move in with him. Or the time you both got snowed into the house and couldn’t even open the front door. Or the engagement party at your favorite Italian bistro in the downtown area.

You approached the front door and knocked. Then waited, for about 45 seconds. And knocked again. Then waited, for a full minute. You raised your fist again to reveal your husba- Ransom.

“Don’t you have anything better to do then throw stupid sales pitches at,” Ransom stopped his complaining when his eyes finally met yours, “(Y/N)- I... Shouldn’t you be at mic-check or doing some show preparation right now?”

“I took the weekend off, Ransom. I just needed a little weekend getaway. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me, but I wanted to see you.” You flustered, pulling your coat in a little tighter, “Can I come in?”

He opened the door a little wider and stepped back as to allow you in, “Of course, this is still your home.”

It had been months since you had stepped into this place, and longer since you stayed the night. Most of the meeting in regards to the divorce was either in New York or over Skype. But looking at the walls you knew so well, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

“You’re probably wondering while I’m here.”

“A little, but more shocked to you you without any lawyers involved or anyone trying to get our attention,” he walked over to his minibar and poured himself a bourbon, “You want anything? A red? I might have your favorite sitting he- ah yes. Merlot, aged 8 years.”

“You always knew me a little too well.”

“Of course, that’s why I know you're here in regards to the papers,” Ransom poured your glass and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” You relaxed a little bit, “Well yes, but I also- I needed to see you. I needed to know that you’ve been doing okay because I can never read you with other people around.”

“Well, I haven’t told the family.”

“And you completely don’t have to. That’s why we had two receptions.”

“Tomorrow is Harlan’s birthday. Eighty-five and still writing those damn novels. I’m sorry about the papers, I’ve been trying to get other things to fall into place that it just slips my mind.”

“Well, maybe with me here it won’t slip your mind. How about we visit your grandfather tomorrow? We don’t have to say or do anything to your family, but I feel Harlan should know, all things considered.”

Ransom let out a sigh, then shook his head, looking down chuckling, “as much as I disdain that cynical old man, you do have a point, as usual.”

Ah, Ah, got a little paycheck, you got big plans and you gotta move And I don't feel nothing at all And you can't feel nothing small

The night of Harlan’s party seemed to approach quickly. Honestly, you were terribly nervous because this would be your last interaction with the family as Mrs. Drysdale. This feeling wasn’t as freeing as you hoped it would be. Since Ranson and you started to divorce process, the whole thing seemed like a load of bricks on top of you instead of that feeling of freedom. 

Ransom and you had opted to take separate cars, yet arrive at the same time so that no one grew too suspicious. It would be the first time you had seen him after breakfast that morning where he couldn’t seem to touch you or look at you. 

You approached Ransom who wore a maroon cardigan, a white shirt tucked into black jeans, and high-end black ankle boots. You wore a white silk button-up blouse tucked into a pair of navy pants that flared out at the bottom with a brown belt around your waist. 

When Ransom caught a glimpse at you, you thought you saw a flash of endearment flash through his blue eyes. Maybe it was just de ja vu. 

“You could dress in rags and look better than anyone in this house, even this city, but you always have to take everyone’s breath away,” Ransom smirked as he held out his hand to you.

“You always had a way with your words, Ransom,” you took his hand and allowed him to lead you into the house.

Quickly both of you had a glass of champagne and interacted with friends and family of Harlan Thrombey whilst the birthday boy talked with his youngest son, Walt. Ransom held you close by his side, even keeping a hand on your hip as you talked with other authors who also wrote mystery novels. For a moment, it felt like you were back where you were supposed to be. You felt at home as you rested your head on the space between his shoulder and chest. 

Sometimes you both were so good at fooling others that you could fool yourselves. 

After a wonderful dinner, you and Ransom sat infront of Harlan and his desk within his office. Door shut. We didn’t need any other Thrombey’s or publicity attempting to get some good details.

“Happy Birthday, Harlan,” you took his hand in your own and smiled at the old man. It hurt to deliver this awful news.

“Thank you, my dear,” He smiled kindly back at him, “You’ve been good to my grandson, to my family. It hurts to feel like the pair of you need to put up a facade.”

“Well, Harlan,” Ransom sighed and shook his head, “I hate to bear bad news, again”

The air went cold and everything was silent. Neither you nor Ransom wanted to say it. It felt like you were waiting for a bomb to explode.

“The pair of you are on a break,” Harlan spoke, “It was easy for me to tell. But I ask both of you to consider where it began.”

You looked up into Harlan’s eyes, seeing if you could find some clarity or maybe forgiveness for hurting his heart. But you saw the same shade of blue that were Ransom’s eyes, asking for you to think through your decisions before it was too late.

“Might I speak to my grandson alone, Mrs. (Y’N)?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll be in the other room,” You made your way out of the office, turning back to meet Ransom’s eyes. They held to same hurt the night you said you weren’t coming home for Thanksgiving and were filing the papers but also held to same love he had for you on your honeymoon. 

You continued into the night with a glass of champagne and speaking with Joni about luxury cosmetics and skincare. She babbled about her “best-selling’ line of skincare tailored for women approaching their golden years. Somewhere along with the conversation though, you heard Ransom yelling and two doors slamming.

You made your way into the entrance hall promptly to find what the commotion was, but all you found is that you had been stranded by Ransom.

Honey, I love you, that's all she wrote

You opened the door of the house to find the clear image of Ransom on the couch with a bottle of brandy. As you approached the living, you head the music of the cellos echoing out of his vintage record player filling the house. On the coffee table in front of him were the divorce papers, lacking only his signature.

“I do this at least once a week,” Ransom spoke up, “I think about what I could’ve done better, how to be a better person for you, and all that sappy shit I’ve always hated. Because I hate losing you. Because it’s always you. Because I love you”

“Ransom, you’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. You’re still drinking,” you shook your head, wanting to end whatever he was going to start, “let’s just go to bed.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed. It’s too cold knowing that I have no one to hold on to or wait for anymore. Why did we buy such a big bed?”

“Because you hated the way my cold feet felt against your legs in the middle of the night,” you chuckled to yourself.

Silence fell over the two of you and just seemed to linger. An eternity passed before Ransom took another swig from the bottle.

“I’m sorry to hold out for so long. I really thought if I waited it out, I could get my way. I’ll sign them if you really want me too. But I just want one thing,” He looked into your eyes, “I just need you to answer one question. You don’t have to tell me the answer.”

He took in a shallow breath, looking quickly at the papers then back to you.

“Don’t you love me too?”

He set down the bottle on the coffee table, then proceed to slink upstairs to the bedroom. You watched him, letting his words weigh down on you more with each step.

You moved to sit on the couch yourself, looking over what was left of the evening; a bottle of brandy, the divorce papers, a black pen, and a notepad with ways Ransom could try and earn you back. You took a page out of the notepad and inscribed it with four words. Honey, I love you.

Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

It’s been 4 months since the day Ransom and you decided to cancel the divorce. Sometimes, you have to evaluate what you want in life. For the pair of you, you needed each other. 

Ransom and you decided to stay in Boston till next summer when you both would move to England so that you could start your run on the West End Theatre Wing and he could get some new surroundings to begin his writing career, a little secret between the two of you.

As it turns out, Harlan’s advice to remember the beginning was exactly what you needed to remember a time where Ransom was your finishing puzzle piece. And everyday you both seemed to fall a little more in love with each other, like fools.

[penpatronuswhump]

WHUMPTOBER 2020

No. 18

Fandom: Avengers

Whumpee: Tony Stark

Caretakers: Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers

Title: The Ghost

By: PenPatronus // PenPatronusAooO 

Nobody believed Tony when he told them the things he heard: footsteps he couldn’t account for, the sound of the refrigerator door opening when no one was in the kitchen, scratching sounds from his closet when he tried to sleep… Nobody believed Tony when he told them the things he saw: shadows around the corner that weren’t there when he turned, objects moving by themselves, a brief extra face in the mirror… Nobody believed Tony when he told them about what was moved or missing: his favorite screwdriver disappeared, his laptop was always closed when he returned after he swear he left it opened, the books on his nightstand rearranged themselves…

 “Are you saying there’s a ghost in the Tower?” Cap asked while he and Tony ate eggs together one morning.

 “I’m saying…” Tony thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure what I’m saying… All I know is these things are happening.”

 Steve gave him a long look. “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

 “Yes.”

 “No, you haven’t. You never get enough sleep.”

 “Ok, I’m getting my normal amount of sleep,” Tony conceded.

 “Have you been eating?”

 “Yes, and don’t ask about my bowel habits next, please.”

 “I’m just saying, maybe you’re getting sick or something.”

 “I don’t have a headache, I’m not sleepy – I feel fine,” Tony insisted. “And I know what I’m seeing!”

 “Mhmm…” Steve chewed and swallowed two forkfuls of eggs before he spoke again. “Maybe you should, you know, get your, er, brain checked. MRI or EKG or EEG or whatever machine it is that looks at your brain.”

 Tony glared at his friend. “You don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m paranoid.”

 “Tony, I believe you’re seeing things, I’m just not convinced those things are real.”

 “Great. Nice.” Tony slammed his dirty dishes into the sink. “You know, if you were seeing these things, I’d trust you. I’d scan this whole place looking for irregularities and—”

 “Have you scanned the whole place?”

 “Of course, I—!” Tony sighed. “I’m going for a swim.”

 “You just ate.”

 “Don’t mother me, Rogers!” Tony marched to the seventeenth floor in a huff. He thought he heard footsteps following him, but decided to ignore the sound. Maybe he WAS getting paranoid? They hadn’t been on a mission in weeks… Maybe he was getting antsy and looking for things that weren’t there? Tony contemplated all of that while he undressed in the men’s locker room and then dove into his Olympic-sized pool. Swimming always cleared his head.

 He was in the deep end, in the left lane, when something heavy landed on him. Arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his torso, and he sank, fast. Tony struggled, but whoever it was had his arms pinned to his sides. He let himself sink all the say to the bottom and then, when his bare feet touched, he launched himself upwards with all his strength. Briefly, he emerged – long enough for a strangled “HELP!” that he hoped JARVIS heard. Then he was back underwater. He hadn’t had time for an inhale, so the water went up his nose almost instantly. Whoever was on top of him turned his body and, for a moment, Tony thought he saw a face…

 He woke up, sat up, and promptly vomited. Steve was beside him, pounding on his back, saying encouraging words, telling him to breathe. Tony obeyed, but he also turned left and right, looking, desperately, for whoever had tried to drown him. His left leg suddenly screamed for his attention. It was cramped up from knee to ankle. Tony rubbed it furiously. “Where is he?” he coughed.

 “Where’s who?” Steve went from pounding on Tony’s back to rubbing it. “I told you not to go swimming right after eating. See? You cramped up.”

 “I didn’t almost die because of a cramp, Cap, someone jumped on me!”

 “Tony, JARVIS didn’t say anything about that when he summoned me, and it was only you when I got here. There was no one else.”

 Tony got shakily to his feet. Steve begged him to sit down, but Tony pushed him aside and headed for the locker room. He got to the nearest screen implanted in the wall and started pushing buttons. The security footage of the pool showed him swimming, then going under, up again, and then back under. JARVIS summoned Cap and, a few second later, Steve dove in and pulled Tony out. There was no one else there.

 “This… This isn’t right.” Tony turned to Cap. “I’m telling you, someone tried to kill me!”

 Steve pointed at the screen. “You just saw, Tony. There’s nothing there. You got a cramp in your leg and you couldn’t swim with it. That’s what really happened.” Steve took him by the elbow. “Let’s get you dried off,” he said. “Come on. Sit down.” Steve plucked a white towel off a neat pile and wrapped it around Tony’s shoulders. “You’re shaking.” He took another towel and wiped off his arms.

 Tony tried to relax and allow Cap to take care of him.

 ----------

 They were all eating dinner together – Tony, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Natasha, and Thor – when the ghost attacked again. Suddenly, Tony fell backwards in his chair, taking the steak on his fork with him, and smashed into the floor. Everyone but Steve laughed. They all assumed he’d leaned too far back. But Steve noticed the speed and force of the fall and knew that Tony had been pulled from behind. He sprinted around the table and helped Tony back up onto his feet. The moment Tony stood straight, something slammed into his chin and he ended up on the floor. He then rolled up against the table as something kicked him in the stomach.

 “Believe me now?” Tony grunted to Steve.

 “Team, there’s something here – protect Tony,” Steve ordered. Everyone took out their weapons and made a circle around Tony, their meals forgotten on the dining room table. Something picked up Tony’s plate of food and frisbeed it across the room.

 “What the hell?” Barton sputtered.

 Tony suddenly fell on his ass, his left foot in the air. Something had reached between Thor’s legs and grabbed him by the ankle. Thor dropped his hammer down, but hit nothing. “I do not see anything,” said Thor. He twirled his hammer in his hand. “What is happening?”

 “Team, we have to be able to see this thing. Talk to me!” Steve yelled.

 Natasha sprinted into the kitchen. The moment she stepped aside, invisible hands grabbed Tony by the shirt and threw him over the couch. Tony landed hard on his side, his arm twisted under his torso. Another kick to the stomach and he was on his back, fighting off hands trying to choke him. Steve tackled the being on top of him and they went rolling across the room. Two punches to Steve’s cheek later, and the thing moved back to Tony. It lifted him nearly off his feet, and then launched him into the air. Tony bounced off a window, leaving a crack in his wake. He fought up to his knees, swaying back and forth, debating between trying to get up and staying down.

 Steve hurried back to Tony. “Think I have a concussion,” Tony said, words slurring. “Or possibly a skull fracture. Or a ‘me’ fracture.” He leaned too far to the left, then too far to the right, and had to hold on to Cap’s shoulder to stay up. “Steve…”

 “Hang in there,” Steve encouraged. His eyes darted around the room super-soldier fact. “We’ll get him.”

 “That would be lovely,” Tony deadpanned. And then he was tackled from the side. His head twisted back and forth as he endured punch after punch. Tony spat blood. A tooth fell out. His eye turned black. Natasha reappeared. She launched an open bag of flour at him and it didn’t hit him – it covered the thing on him in white powder. Thor immediately threw his hammer and hit the thing right in the chest. It bounced off the same window Tony had, this time leaving a broken window instead of just a crack. The ghost tried to wipe off the flour, but it was too late. Clint tackled him from behind and, with Bruce’s help, put handcuffs on his wrists, behind his back. Thor lifted the thing up by the throat and held it in mid-air. “Reveal yourself,” he ordered with a growl.

 Light fluctuated. A rain of color descended and there, grinning at them all, was a very familiar face.

 “Loki!” Thor roared. He slammed the back of his brother’s head against a window. “What the hell are you doing?”

 The trickster shrugged. “Can’t a guy have a little bit of fun?” He looked at Tony, who was on his feet only because Steve and Bruce held him up. “Psychologically torturing Stark for weeks? All fun and games.”

 “Fun and—!” Thor dragged Loki to the elevator, kicked him inside, gave Stark an apologetic look, and went inside. “Let’s see what Father has to say about this…” he said before the doors closed.

 Tony’s knees gave out. Steve and Bruce carried him over to the couch and helped him lie down. While the others got ice packs and first aid kits and blankets, Steve knelt and took Tony’s hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

 Tony rolled his eyes. “I don’t always give people reasons to trust me, I know… I just thought…”

 “I’d be different.” Steve winced. “I’m sorry. I really am. Let me make this up to you.”

 Another roll of the eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, Cap.”

 “I want to.”

 Tony stared at him. “Fine.” He thought for a minute, then smiled through bloody lips. “Cheeseburger.”

 The End

[thespiantherepist]

Hope that you'll stay Tenya Iida x reader

Hey one quick note before I start. This is my first fanfiction, I don't know how you'll like, but I hope you'll enjoy. ______________________________________ U.A was your dream school. Getting in? Your dream! So you're very lucky that your quirk is very strong, and you're very smart. In less than a week you were excepted in. You had been overjoyed with happiness, you just couldn't keep it to yourself, so you told your friend. "Dude, I'm readin Harry Potter, and the Prisenor of Azkaban. What do you want?" "Why are you reading Harry Potter? It's three in the morning." "I have lost all control of my life, what do you what cookie?" You giggled at the nickname your friend gave you. Quickly spilling the hypothetical beans on her. She was quiet for a moment before speaking. "You think you'll see the dude you have a crush on?" "Tayora!" You yelled at your friend through the phone before calming down, and blushing profusely. "He's part of a strong hero family dude, he had got to get in." You leaned your head against the backboard of your bed. Staring at the ceiling, and replaying thoughts of how you first met Tenya Iida. "Are you listening, I just did some research, he got in." You know you squealed, and you know your friend hung up. Then you smiled thinking of when you'd finally get a chance to speak to him. ______________________________________ Well this was a disaster. First thing you noticed of the bat was yelling, a strange feeling clamoured around the room from what you assumed was the Green haired boy nearby you. Then you noticed the source of the yelling. Two boys. One an Ashy Blonde, who was obviously very disrespectful. Kicking his feet up on the table, what a sin! Then your eyes diverted to the boy next to him. Your heart nearly stopped and your hair immediately went to your face. What happened after that, you're not sure. Your body went into autopilot for the rest of the day. Something you didn't like about your quirk, was that it did that when you were flustered. ______________________________________ One thing for sure though, you and Iida were fast friends. Soon enough it was just you two kicking it around town. You had actually built up the courage to show him to your friend, who was a mother figure to you. "Where are we going?" Iida asked hesitantly, blushing feverishly, when your hands came in contact with his face. "I told you, I will tell you when we get there!" You smiled, walking straight up to the door of your friends house. Letting go of Iidas face, you knocked in a known rythum to your friend. "COOKIE, FRED DIED!" Iida jumped, holding his hands out in a karate chop position. His shocked expression was adorable, and you commerated it to memory. "Aww, Tayora I'm sorry. But I did tell you something bad was going to happen to him." "You never said he was going to die!" Iida was... Perplexed, scared, and honestly offended that you didn't tell him you liked Harry Potter. Then Tayora had eyes on the target. They only got bigger when she figured out who he was. She stood up. "My friend has a crush on you bye!" She said before promptly slamming the hard oak door. You were downright betrayed. You almost died right there. Then you caught Iidas eyes. They were brimming with tears. His smile reached all across his face nearly touching his glasses. Then he picked you up. Twirled you around while laughing. Then put you back on the ground. "Is it true?" He asked hopefully. "Yes." You guys got married right after graduation. ______________________________________ Extra: Tayora looked at the road while escorting you, Iida, and your kids to a festival. Stopping at an intersection with one lane blocked due to construction. "Road Work Ahead?" She whispered quizically, leaning forward, and turning. "Uh, yeah I sure hope it does!" One of your kids said loudly. Tayora froze. Iida slowly turned to her from the passenger seat. His eyes narrowed. " Please don't be mad at me."

[superlepato]

With Love from Memory Lane

Sorry for the delay, there was a blackout that lasted almost a week and I wasn’t able to write or post the new chapter. This one isn’t checked since I couldn’t find a beta at the moment if someone finds a syntax or grammar error please tell me, so I can change it. 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  AO3

Chapter 4

One of the things he learns and struggles with was to recognize the advantage in life that came with his designation, while still acknowledging that he was a victim too, but not letting that fact cloud his judgment falling in a loop of victimization.

Nobody teaches you how to empathize with other in aspects that you could never understand and experience and accept that pain isn’t a currency that you can quantify, having more pain doesn’t make less the struggles of others.

Life isn’t a competition to see who suffers more.

In more than one occasion he felt that there was an invisible wall between Steve and him, and he didn’t do anything more than beat himself against it over and over before learning how to address the issue.

At that time when Steve gave him the silent treatment, he didn’t make any effort to be tolerant, he had enough if he wanted to act that way so be it.

They didn’t talk on Social Studies, Science or Language Arts, in the Recess they didn’t even saw each other, well...Steve didn’t, he knows because he was watching.

At school, Billy didn’t lack people to hang with, now that he didn’t spend his time exclusively with Steve his routine changed. He had to learn new directions and phone numbers, he could recognize some places but others were still foreign to him.

He had to call before going out to make sure that they were going to meet in the agreed place. In more than one occasion he waited for hours for the whole group to be complete.

Billy stopped doing it after his father berated him for being a bitch and going after everyone asses instead of showing dominance like an alpha, wasting his money like he was the one paying the phone’s bill, so he did what he was told, like the bitch his father wanted him to be just at home.

From then on he went to any place they decide to reunite (Melvald’s parking lot, basketball court, etc.) if someone wasn’t there when the time came they would leave him behind. Sometimes if the group didn’t schedule to meet after class, Billy would just go to the house of Tommy, David, Michael or anyone for that matter as long as he could stay away from his house.

It was easy for him to call the shots in the group, after the incident with the locker room he became the top alpha by default.

Steve didn’t leave his mind entirely especially when they shared classes, there wasn’t any animosity between them but neither of them made an effort to reconcile either, with the pass of days it was getting easier to think less and less of Steve and his home life, now that he was getting used to his new routine without him.

The day Steve and Billy made amends was on behalf of Steve distress. He would never forget that day and he wasn’t the only one, years later Steve’s breakdown would come as a topic on parties or more private and silent gatherings at the quarry.

That day everything started off, Steve was brought by his father instead of him coming with his bike like usual, the bike was still there just in the backside of the car, Steve’s clothes had wrinkles, his hair wasn’t brushed perfectly, his eyes and nose were puffy and red, it was weird how disheveled he looked. During class Steve was eerie silent and taciturn, not paying attention to classes and not bothering to pretend for the sake of not catching the attention of the teacher.

On recess he didn’t hang out with anybody, he just sat in a corner, head on his knees, in the Social Studies class that only omegas and alphas could attend Steve had his head on the clouds and no matter how many times the old alpha teacher told him to pay attention Steve keep daydreaming.

P.E was an exception, kind of, this time Steve seem to at least try to do the exercises but he did it with such lack of enthusiasm that the coach bench him since it was obvious that he wasn’t at his best, everyone else kept doing laps, in the corner of his eye he could see the still figure of Steve that was apparently sleeping.  

Lunch wasn’t any different than P.E, Billy doesn’t know if Steve ate or if he even brought or bought food, but he knows that he spent his time resting his head on the table, a lady came to Steve to check on him but promptly left him alone, maybe deciding to leave him after he gave a poor excuse. It seemed that the only thing he wanted to do was to sleep and dream.

Everything went to shit on Elective, he choose Spanish, the language wasn’t foreign to him since it wasn’t unusual to hear people speak it on the streets of Cali, it would be good to take advantage of this head start, also, it was a plus that he didn’t need to change classrooms as the others.

Omegas electives were three: knitting, sewing, and embroidery (in his opinion they were all the same), any girl could take those electives regardless of their designation, but to omegas it was mandatory.

They were learning new verbs when he heard the yelling of Steve and another person, an adult without a doubt. Miss Whitermoore was an old omega in charge of teaching cooking, floral arrangement, embroidery, and all that girly stuff, she wasn’t actually a teacher, she was more a glorified volunteer than anything else, she never got married and dedicated all his life in mastering the skills she taught, with so much free time  she must have decided one day to just to teach those hobbies, nobody seemed to mind, actually it was reinforced to keep those traditional activities alive. 

Billy thought that was a lie, half of it at least, they probably didn’t want to go against the old hag since it was better to keep her occupied with harmless activities than being in his bad side and let her focus all that free time gossiping and targeting people to bother, no wonder she was still a virgin, according to the rumor when she was younger she was such an ugly omega that nobody wanted her, she hides in a veil of traditionalism and puritanism to not show the resentment she felt towards everyone and herself.

That was the first time he saw that woman, dragging Steve by the neck, complaining that Steve was being disruptive during class, rude and a complete savage that bite her, promptly showing the mark on her arm with more vigor than necessary, whining how now she needed to see the doctor and how she was going to pay the pills and ointments since she didn’t perceive a salary from the school even though she was teaching for a long time and blah blah blah.

The hag and Mrs. Brown the Spanish teacher went outside, Mrs. Brown had to calm the hag from her rant about needing suture, leaving them with some exercises while they went to the nursery and in search of the homeroom teacher. Steve for his part was sent to sit in the corner.

The moment they were out of the room the whole class went nuts on gossip, some even try to pry information from Steve but he kept his vote of silence in the far corner of the room.

Mrs. Harper the homeroom teacher entered the classroom later, everyone turned to their sits and books, it was obvious that they didn’t fool anyone but the teacher didn’t give them more than a glance from the door frame, preferring to focus all is attention on Steve, calling him outside.

In low voices, the class kept talking, others stood up and went to the door trying to hear what they were talking about, with his ear pressed heavily on the wood door, Billy was one of them.

Mrs. Harper was asking what was the matter with Steve, he wasn’t behaving like usual, receiving complaints from other teachers about his lack of concentration and now his barbaric behavior.

He wasn’t able to hear what Steve said since his voice was so low that he probably must be whispering.

“ Why did you bite Miss Whitermoore? ” she asked with a stern tone.

“ ‘Cause she grabbed my arm and it hurt.” now that Billy can finally hear him, he swears that he could see the pouting face that Steve does when he is a brat.

“ And she did that because…? ” Steve doesn’t respond.

“ She told me that you didn’t want to the work and answered rudely to her. "

“ I don’t know why I have to see that class. ”

“ All omegas had to do it, you know that Steve. "

“ Yeah, but I’m not a girl, how knowing all that stuff is going to help me with anything? "

“ Those skills will come handy when you start a family. " this time she used a softer tone of voice.

“ Are they? they have helped you with something? ”

“ Of course, every day when I cook or when I mend my husband’s…”

“ So that’s it? everything I learned I’m going to use it to keep my alpha husband happy? ” Steve started to raise his voice, enough that he probably wouldn’t need to keep pressing his ear on the door.

“ Steve you can’t marry a man. " Mrs. Brown said without room for discussion.

“ But I have to, isn’t it? Health class taught us how omegas can only be with alphas, even though there are alpha couples and beta couples, there aren’t any omega couples because omegas can only feel complete with an alpha. Never fulfilled without a knot inside them. "

“ Steve Harrington, watch your mouth that’s no way of speaking! ”

“ IT’S TRUE! I’m not stupid or deaf, I can hear what everyone says, what my parents said. I know that I’m screwed, no woman would marry me and I can’t marry a man, I can’t get the job I want. I’m just the boy which his biology will turn into a fag in a couple of years, while everyone pretends that I have opportunities or a future beyond being the town's fag whore or the next Mrs. Whitermoore. This school is BULLSHIT, everyone here is BULLSHIT "- Steve went from pouting and grumbling to straight yelling to the top of his lungs, Billy was shocked, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew that those words weren’t directed at him, still, his heart beat like crazy on the other side of the door.

“ YOU ARE NO MORE THAN A LIER, YOU ARE JUST AN ORDINARY WOMAN, A BETA THAT NEVER LEFT THIS PLACE AND WILL DIE HERE FOR THE REST OF HIS PATHETIC LIFE ”

Steve was full hysteric, his voice is high pitched until loud slap echoed through the corridors. For a brief moment, everything was on silence, like time just stopped.

“That’s Enough! You don’t have the right to speak to me in that manner Steve Harrington”

Steve watch her through watered eyes and silent tears with an anger that his body could hardly contain, at that moment he was full of hate, hate for his parents, hate for his teachers, his classmates, and the school, hate for his bad luck, cursed to live a life without being loved and the one person who loved him left him, hate that burned inside him with a passion that threatened to burn the world, and if there were a possibility of that being possible he would let it happen. He did what he felt logical at the moment and run away, ignoring the warnings of Mrs. Brown.

The next day Steve’s episode was still the tendring topic in class and it would stay that way for a few more days, rumors were coming and going through school growing to the point of exaggeration. A simple bite turned to be something that needed twelve stitches or something gruesome as tearing bits of skin, how Steve's teeth were full of blood and didn’t come to class because his parents put him in a nut house.

One of the things that may be true was the rumor that Steve was responsible for the broken windows of some of the cars that were in the parking lot, Billy actually saw the windows of those cars when was returning home and they were indeed broken.

The next day Steve didn’t show up either, on the third day the police came to the school, Steve was missing.

[marwritesgood]

Stolen Kisses | C. Diaz

Pairing ; Cesar x Reader

Timeframe ; Chapter 7

Summary ; When Y/n has exhibits doubts about her relationship with Cesar, he goes above and beyond prove them wrong.

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A/N : I kind of mash up the episodes before this to fit it in with my story, so please don’t read this unless you’ve completely caught up to Episode 7.

“You kissed Olivia?”

The squad and I were in Ruby’s home when our block ended up being on lock down. Cesar had asked me out after Halloween, at Jamal’s first football game, and we had been an official couple ever since, however, after one too many rounds of Truth or Dare, Jamal ended up spilling a secret I was not meant to know.

“Jamal, I asked you to do one thing.”

“Don’t blame Jamal,” I shouted angrily, crossing my arms and standing up from where I sat on the couch. “You’re a shit friend for asking him to keep this from me, the same way you’re a shit boyfriend for keeping this from me.”

“Y/n, we weren’t going out then,” he cried, trying to get me to understand his reasons as to why he kept this from me. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, I mean, you’ve never told me about every guy you kissed before me.”

I scoffed at his idiotic response and glared at him for a few seconds, hoping that he would take that time to realise how ridiculous he was being and correct himself, but he was still too oblivious to do so. I shook my head and grabbed my jean jacket off of the couch armrest and put it on.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, Cesar,” I growled, before storming out of Ruby’s home and heading to the nearest market around the corner.

“Here’s your change.”

The cashier at the counter held her hand out and passed me a dollar bill and two quarters. After shoving in into the pocket of my jacket, I took my can of orange soda, my packet of licorice, and I turned to leave, only to see Cesar standing at the doorway. After scoffing at him once more and rolling my eyes, I continued walking out, passing by him like he wasn’t there.

“Y/n, c’mon,” he groaned, grabbing my wrists and pulling me towards him. “Can we just talk about this? I really hate it when you’re mad at me.”

I couldn’t help but melt just a tad. Even though I was still annoyed at him for not telling me about what had happened between him Olivia, I knew, deep down, that he never meant to hurt intentionally in any way.

“Alright,” I whispered, before softening my posture. 

“Why does it upset you so much? I mean, I’d get it if we kissed after I asked you out, but... What’s wrong?”

We had been walking down the sidewalk until I came to a sudden stop, a split second after he asked me why I was so upset. It was if he had triggered my anger and frustration yet again.

“You and Olivia have always had something going on.”

“Y/n-”

“No, Cesar,” I said, cutting him off. “Don’t try and deny it. I saw the way you looked at her when Ruby introduced her to us. You looked at her the same way you looked at me at Jamal’s football game, and the same way you looked at Monse at that party before summer.”

“That’s not fair, Y/n, you know I would never hurt you like that.”

It broke my heart to see how offended Cesar was. He instantly thought that I was insinuating he would cheat on me, but that was the last thing I was trying to do. I sighed and put my hands in my pocket.

“I know you wouldn’t, Cesar, and that’s not what I meant,” I replied defensively. “All I’m trying to say is... The fact that you kissed Olivia and you went through all this effort to keep it from me, it just... it fucking terrifies me.”

“What do you mean?”

“The three of us like you, Cesar,” I stated abruptly, causing Cesar to be taken aback. “And it terrifies me, because you could easily wake up one day and decide that you’d rather be with Monse or you’d rather be with Olivia. It terrifies me that that’s a possibility.”

“Are you kidding,” he said, chuckling underneath his breath. “Y/n, I asked you out. I asked you to be my girlfriend. Not Monse, and definitely not Olivia. You don’t ever have to worry about me choosing someone else, because I’ve already made my decision. I chose you.”

A bright grin slowly crept its way onto my face, and Cesar smiled when he noticed. He slowly took my hand and pulled me close, leaning his head in to kiss me, only to be cut off by the loud sound of a car honk.

“Hey yo.” As the car got closer and stopped just in front of Cesar and I, we soon recognized the guy in the front seat. “You looking good, ma. Let me get that ass at Pimp Lane. Yo, Y/n, why you still hanging with these broke-ass Santos?”

“Oh, you spent time in juvie, now you think you’re balling?” Cesar replied, gripping my hand tightly and glaring intensely at Latrelle.

“Yeah,” he answered, just as angrily. “Where do you I knocked off a bunch of your punk ass homies? Ask about me, go ahead.”

Cesar angrily swung his arm over my head and smashed my empty can of orange soda onto the ground, creating a loud clattering noise. I quickly try and grab both of his arms quickly and attempt to calm him down.

“Hey,” I said loudly, despite being intimidated by how high their entire conversation was escalating. “Hey... Cesar, let’s just go back home.”

“Screw the Santos and your dead homies.”

“Ay, you know what side you on?” Cesar yelled, taking a step towards Latrelle’s vehicle, even though I tried my best to hold him back. “This is our block! They call me Lil’ Spooky. I’ll blast on your ass.”

“Cesar, please,” I cried, pulling him back from getting any closer to the car.

“I don’t care what side I’m on.”

I looked up Cesar only to see his face completely drop. Before I could turn to Latrelle, he quickly stood in front of me, blocking me from Latrelle’s sight and holding my hand tightly and protectively. I took a quick glance over Cesar’s shoulder and I instantly realized why he had gone all protective-boyfriend on me so quickly. 

Latrelle had pulled out a gun.

“You lucky your bitch is here,” he growled intensely at Cesar. “‘Cause when I catch you slippin’ next time, I’m gonna put a hole in your head.”

“You sure you’re okay, baby?”

After Latrelle drove away, Cesar refused to stop obsessing over me and whether or not I was okay. He insisted on walking me home, and I insisted on him sneaking into my room, because the last thing I was to do was let him out my sight. Especially with Latrelle out to get him.

“Yeah, I’m... I’m good,” I muttered, knowing very well that Cesar was not even a little bit convinced. “Just stay the night, please? I don’t really wanna go to sleep alone tonight.”

“Of course, Y/n.”

After that, we both promptly slipped underneath my duvet covers, and Cesar wrapped his arms protectively around me, allowing me to turn around so we would be in a spooning-position. As he kissed the back of my neck softly, and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, I couldn’t but feel guilty. Here I was accusing him of not caring about me that much, and there he was obsessing over my safety, even with a guy out to kill him.

“Hey, Cesar?” I asked softly, not sure if he was awake or already fast asleep. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, as I turned my body around so that we could be face to face. “I trust you more than I trust a lot of people. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“It’s okay, Y/n,” he replied comfortingly. “I get why you were upset.”

“And if it makes you feel any better,” I said, as a smile began to grow on the corners of my mouth. “I would chose you too. I’d chose you over anyone on this block, on any given day... You have my word.”

“Never doubted it for a second. I mean I am Lil’ Spooky, after all,” he replied coolly, giving me the idea to take a jab at his over sized ego.

“Spooky,” I repeated, before pretending to think, for a second. “I would chose you over anyone, but Spooky. Boy, oh boy, would I chose him-”

“Okay, baby, now you’re just being mean,” he said, pretending to be offended, and gently pushing me away from him. I pouted at him, which he only responded to by laughing before quickly pulling me close again. “Learned your lesson?”

 “Shut up and just cuddle with me, Lil’ Spooky.”

[thethirdencore]

Eagles and Jimmy Buffett in Minneapolis, June 30, 2018

Here's my complete review of the Eagles concert at Target Field in Minneapolis, MN.

Now that I've gotten my thoughts together about Saturday's Eagles concert in Minneapolis, it's time to post about it!

First off, I want to mention that the venue of Target Field was... hectic, to say the least. There was seemingly one entrance to the whole stadium where everyone had to file through and go through bag checks and metal detectors. Apparently there were over 42,000 people at the show, so you can imagine the pace of just getting through the line to go in!

It was incredibly hot, surprisingly, for a Minnesotan summer day. Jimmy Buffett even called it "tropical." It would have been considered uncomfortable and almost unbearable if the anticipation of seeing the Eagles play hadn't set in. But, Jimmy Buffett came first as an opening act, and thankfully arrived promptly to the stage right at 7.

I'm no "Parrothead," but I found Jimmy and his Coral Reefer Band's set to be enjoyable. He played all of his recognizable hits, like "Cheeseburger in Paradise," "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes," "Come Monday," and "Margaritaville." He also played "Knee Deep" and "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere," songs that were originally recorded with Zac Brown and Alan Jackson, respectively. I was also impressed with his cover of Crosby Stills and Nash's "Southern Cross," a crowd-pleaser that brought everyone together to sing along to the chorus, as well as Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl." He also included the live rarity "Gypsies in the Palace," which he attributed beforehand as a co-write with his late friend and former neighbor, Glenn Frey.

Walking around the stadium and seeing the droves of fans, I found it striking that so many of them had on Margaritaville t-shirts and parrot hats. One guy seated in my section was swinging his hips to "Fins" wearing a belly-baring tube top, a skirt, and a hat piled high with an assortment of fruits. He looked like the mascot for Chiquita bananas!

After reading the review of the show in the Pioneer Press, I was surprised that the reviewer called Jimmy's music "terrible." Are his lyrics filled with deep meaning? For the most part, no. But his music is something enjoyable that you can get up and sing along to. It's also the first show I've seen where the crowd bops beach balls back and forth throughout the whole stadium. Something about that was oddly appealing to me, even though I got hit in the face with an errant ball not just once, but twice. 😂 His set just gave off a chill, easygoing vibe that I think set up the Eagles show pretty well. And I'm sure Jimmy doesn't care one bit that the Pioneer Press called his music terrible... I'm sure he's laughing all the way to the bank, considering he's got a successful Broadway musical to his name, as well as Margaritaville retirement communities and his own Land Shark Lager beer.

FUN FACT: According to the Wikipedia article on "Parrotheads," Timothy B. Schmit was the one to coin the term during his tenure with the Coral Reefer Band.

Now, onto the Eagles set. They opened the show promptly at 9 PM with "Seven Bridges Road," which I thought was a great song for an opener; it was a song that I thought should have been in the set list for the History of the Eagles tour. The three remaining Eagles' voices meshed with new voices Vince Gill and Deacon Frey perfectly, and it shows that they've really been working at perfecting the harmonies in this new phase of the band. The second song was "Take It Easy," which introduced Deacon Frey on lead vocals. Later when Don introduced Deacon to the crowd, he said, "We are particularly delighted, our hearts are full, and we are grateful to have Glenn's son Deacon up here with us." The crowd erupted into applause as Deacon emerged into the spotlight to soak it all in for a few seconds, wearing a Minnesota Twins jersey with "Frey" emblazoned on the back. As the applause died down, Deacon thanked the crowd and went on to say that he had spent some time in Minnesota before, saying, "My dad used to take me fishing in Brainerd." Some can recall that Glenn played a concert with Deacon in Brainerd in 2008 at the Manhattan Beach Lodge. It was probably one of the first, if not the first time that Deacon took the stage with his dad publicly. Fast forward ten years, and that young man's playing in front of 42,000 people at Target Field! I'm sure Glenn would be so proud of how cool, calm, and collected Deacon is onstage! He delivered solid performances on "Already Gone" and "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I honestly believe that he's perfectly capable of handling more of Glenn's songs in concert.

The third song was "One of These Nights," and I was honestly in awe that Don Henley could still hit those high notes almost spot-on, after all these years! Next up was "Take It To The Limit," which introduced Vince Gill on lead vocals, and, in my opinion, it was perfection. He seemed to hit all the high notes just right, and I would venture to say that it's the best I've seen the song performed since Randy Meisner sang lead vocals on it in the 70s.

Can we just talk about how great Vince Gill is for a second? Not only does the guy have the voice of an angel (seriously, look up his solo work if you aren't familiar with it), but he can keep up and hold his own playing guitar licks, too! I'm thrilled that he's playing with the Eagles now, because I've been a fan of his for a long time. His backing vocals add something special to the mix, too, especially on songs like "I Can't Tell You Why," where he's singing harmony to Timothy's lead vocals. Vince recorded his own version of "I Can't Tell You Why" for the Common Thread album of Eagles covers, and that's a great listen, too!

Some reviewers have said that Timothy's voice sounds "rougher" than it used to, but in my opinion, it still sounds really good. As I said before, Vince and Timothy's voices compliment each other well, and Timothy gave great performances of "I Can't Tell You Why" and "Love Will Keep Us Alive."

I was pleasantly surprised to hear a track from Long Road Out of Eden played at this show, with Deacon and Don trading lead vocal duties on "How Long." I actually captured a video of the full song, so I'll post that soon. It also shocked me that Don didn't sing as many songs as he used to during this tour, but instead chose to stay in the background, playing drums. I suppose this is all by design, to get the audience acquainted to the new faces in the band, but I still missed hearing him sing songs like "The Long Run" and "Victim of Love." Still, his live renditions of "Witchy Woman," "Life in the Fast Lane," and "Those Shoes" can't be beat!

Another welcomed surprise was the addition of a Vince Gill solo song to the mix, "Don't Let Our Love Start Slippin' Away." Vince traded a few guitar licks with Joe Walsh and Steuart Smith, and the audience ate it up. I heard a guy in the stands behind me yell, "Atta boy, Vince!" Atta boy, indeed.

Speaking of guitar riffs, I should mention that this latest incarnation of the band has not just one or two, but THREE skilled guitar players between Joe, Vince, and Steuart. I have no other words to describe Joe's playing on Saturday except that he kicked ass! In my opinion, he's got to be one of the greatest guitar players of all time, and it still shows to this day when he just blows everyone away with his guitar licks. From "Funk #49" to "Rocky Mountain Way," Joe had the audience up and energized!

Just to mention a few random tidbits:

•Don began the show by saying, "We are gonna play about two and a half hours of music for you... because we can!" 👏 👏 👏 I was so relieved to hear that the Eagles are still a band that plays 25 awesome songs every night!

•The horn section is back in action! They played a big part in the performance of "Funk #49" and the instrumental horn introduction to "Hotel California."

•Since I mentioned "Hotel California," I'll mention that NOTHING beats the sound of 42,000 people singing right along with Don, and the rhythm of that fantastic guitar duel between Joe and Steuart... absolutely nothing!

•The screen graphics for this tour are pretty cool. Songs that had graphics that stood out to me were "Witchy Woman" and "Hotel California." Both gave off a creepy-in-a-good-way vibe, with "Witchy Woman" panning past scraggly-looking trees and barbed wire fences in a night lit by a full moon, and "Hotel California" passing through the empty, tiled corridors of the mysterious hotel. My description doesn't do it justice... just go see a show to see it in person!

•A photo of Glenn was projected on the screen at the end of "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I came close to crying. Not out of sadness, totally, but for the fact that Deacon was up on stage, doing such a great job of keeping his dad's legacy alive.

•The main difference I noticed between this show and the one I had seen when Glenn was alive was how much I missed Glenn's jokes. Now the joking is almost solely Joe's thing, and I miss hearing, "This was written for my first wife, Plaintiff," before "Lyin' Eyes," among other things.

•I also miss Glenn's band intros. We all know that Glenn was an illustrious master of ceremonies at Eagles shows, and he always took the time to introduce each and every member of the band, along with where they were from.

All things considered, the Eagles still know how to put on a good show, even without Glenn. Moving forward with Deacon and Vince singing Glenn's songs is keeping his legacy alive for future generations of Eagles fans. And while things will never be quite the same without Glenn, I'm sure glad that these guys chose to continue playing together, "because (they) can," and I can't wait to attend another show!

[4everinsane]

Harry Styles - “How to Love” - Chapter Nine

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“You need to eat, love." Harry says to Lana, holding out a sandwich he had just bought from the hospital cafeteria. Both he and Lana had been there for the whole day, it now being late into the evening."Not hungry," Lana insists, shoving the offered food away from her. Harry sighed, knowing that she was just in shock about the news about her father's serious heart attack but the moment she had asked him to come with her he didn't even hesitate as he knew she would need looking after. She had the habit of closing herself off and forgetting simple self-care tasks when she got upset.

"You haven' eatin all day, you must be hungry," She simply looked away with a shake of her head so Harry knew it was useless to push more and gave up, setting the sandwich down.

"You can go home, Harry, I'll be okay." Lana looks back at him and Harry noted that her eyes had begun to glaze over with tears, much like they had been all day. Lana's eyes were burning from all the tears she's shed today.

"'m not goin anywhere until you do, love." He assured her. She looks into his eyes for a second before resting her head on his shoulder. He reaches over, gripping at her hand and tangling their fingers together.

The two of them sat in the uncomfortable chairs of the hospital waiting room, no words spoken, simply being there together, for about another hour until her mother walked in. She looked every bit of exhausted that Lana also felt and looked.

"Any news?" Harry questioned as he watched her take a seat on Lana's other side. He sees her glance at their still tangled hands but decides now wasn't the time to question her daughter on why she was holding hands with the man she claimed to hate. She had already wondered why it was him here instead of Niall, but again - it didn't feel like the time to ask.

"He is sleeping now. They expect him to be out the rest of the night." She explains. “You two can get out of here. There isn’t anything you can do here. The doctors assure me he will be okay tonight.” Lana opened her mouth to argue but she instantly received that ‘mom’ look and shut her mouth.

“Okay,” She whispers, giving a nod. “Let me know if anything happens but I’ll be back in the morning.” The three of them stood up now and Lana released Harry’s hand to pull her mom into a hug.

“Everything is going to be okay, baby.” Her mother whispers into her ear as they hug. Lana pulls back and gives a teary eyed nod. “Take care of my girl for me, will you?” Harry gives a small smile, pulling the older woman into a hug.

“I will.” After sharing one last hug with her mother, Lana grabbed her bag, Harry grabbing his own things, the two of them take their leave. The walk to the elevator was silent, not awkward, just silence, only the sound of their footsteps and the quiet murmur of an asleep hospital ward. “You need to eat, will you come over to my place and let me cook for you?” Harry questions once they are in the small confines of the elevator, making their way down.

“I just want to sleep, Harry,” She insists but he shakes his head.

“You can sleep after you eat something. You haven’ eaten all day.” Lana gives a sigh, knowing that Harry wouldn’t let up so she stayed silent the rest of the way down and out to Harry’s car. “Can I ask you somethin’?” Harry questions when he is driving towards his house. 

“Sure,” Lana mutters, staring out the window. She watches all the trees fly by and soon everything becomes familiar as she realized that she used to drive these streets every single day. She realizes then that she hadn’t stepped foot in the house she was heading towards since that night. 

“Why did you wan’ me to come with you today and no’ Niall?” Harry glances over at the brunette in his passenger seat, clearly distressed and upset. He hated to see her like this. “I mean, no’ tha’ I don’ want to be here, I jus’ am curious. I mean... you hate me, remember?” Lana gives a small sigh, biting at her lower lip.

“I don’t hate you.” Lana whispers after a few seconds of silence. She looks away from the window and turns to look at Harry. He glances over at her for a second before his green eyes focus back on the road. Lana takes in his long brown curls, the perfect sharp definition of his jawline and the slight stubble that ran across it. “I guess it just... it took something bad happening for me to realize..” 

“Realize what?” Harry’s voice is quiet as he pulls into his driveway and parks. As soon as Lana looks at the large house before her she feels her eyes well up in tears. It all came rushing back to her, every moment she had shared with Harry, the touches, the laughs, the bickering and then finally that fight. 

“Are you honestly saying I cheated on you? You really think tha’?!” Harry was angry. Angrier than Lana had ever seen him but seeing his face turning red, his fingers pushing through his hair with frustration, and the way he was tossing his hands around as he yelled just spurred Lana on and made her own anger rise. 

“I saw the fucking picture, Harry!” Lana points towards her still open laptop. She hadn’t meant for it to turn to this when she brought up Harry’s night last night. Lana had a work dinner and he had a night out with friends. It was one of the few nights they hadn’t spent together in months. She had returned to her own apartment after one too many glasses of wine and needed Sasha to drive her home. 

She couldn’t tell her to drive her to Harry’s for obvious reasons so she shot Harry a quick text saying she would see him tomorrow before she passed out on top of her blankets, fully dressed still. She woke up seeing an article on her news app about Harry Styles seen out with a girl. Her heart broke almost instantly but she tried to act fine around him for the entire day but when he went to the gym, she looked over the article and knew she needed to tell him the worries that she was having about it but all hell broke loose when he got back home. 

“I was hugging her, for fuck’s sake, Lana!” Harry’s eyes were wide and his green eyes were full of unshed tears. He didn’t know if they were of anger or sadness, knowing that the girl he loved thought he would cheat on her. “Am I no’ allowed to hug someone without bein’ accused by my damn girlfriend of cheatin’ on her?!” 

“Don’t try to turn this as if I’m being some terrible person who is trying to make you the bad guy!” Lana yells back, her tears had long since been shed and she knew it was a mix of anger and sadness. She hated this feeling in her chest, she was so afraid that there was no coming back from this for her and Harry. She couldn’t lose him but she also wasn’t sure she trusted him and his outburst and angry reaction to her questions didn’t make her feel much better. “The pictures jus-”

“Fuck the pictures!” Harry swipes his hand across the table that was beside him and a vase goes flying. It slams into the wall and promptly shatters. 

“Oh, look at that, breaking shit now.” Lana tosses her hands up in the air, rolling her eyes. “Real mature, Harry.” 

“You either trust me or you don’, Lana and it seems really clear that you don!” Lana and Harry both pause then, glaring at the other. 

“If you didn’t have something to hide or to feel bad about than why are you getting so angry about this?! If you didn’t do anything wrong then you wouldn’t be so defensive!” Lana instantly knew that was the wrong thing to say as she saw the pure rage flash across Harry’s face. 

“Get the fuck out,” He points one long ringed finger towards the front door. “If you think so little of me then this isn’ goin’ to work. I’m fuckin done!” Lana stood in her place, stunned. “Fucking leave, Lana!” 

“You’re a fucking asshole, Harry!” Lana screams, moving forward to get into Harry’s personal space.Her tears had intensified then, falling quickly down her already damp cheeks. He glares down at her, not budging from his place. “I just wanted to talk about something with you and you blow up, scream at me and start breaking shit!” 

“I will no’ jus’ le’ someone accuse me of cheatin’ when I did not! All I have ever been to you was faithful, all I’ve ever done is love you and I go ou’ with friends for one nigh’ and all of a sudden I’m a fuckin’ cheater!” 

“Lana? Lana, baby, answer me.” Lana shakes her head, the memories fading from her thoughts. She turns, seeing that Harry was no longer in the drivers seat beside her but had instead come around to her side of the car and was standing in the open door, his hand on her cheek, giving her a concerned look. “You completely zoned out, love, are you alrigh’?” He questioned, still studying her face. 

“It made me realize how in love with you I still am.” She answers his previous question before her trip down memory lane. She stared up into his green eyes, him staring back at her intensely, trying to figure out what his next move was going to be. “I love you, Harry, I love you.” Lana says this with tears in her eyes and a small sob falling from her lips. Harry promptly then does what he has been wanting to do for years, since the very second he slammed his front door after her; he took her face in his hands, his lips finding hers for the first time in years. 

Chapter Ten

[artificialqueens]

True Love Cafe chapter 2 (Biadore) -Burgundy

AN: It’s interesting when you have to google ‘is flirting with customers unprofessional?’. I’m pretty proud of how this chapter turned out, and I really like the way that it’s going right now. If you wanna talk, you can hit up my sideblog artificialburgundy. I’m a good listener.

In which Adore talks to Bianca, Jinkx gets flustered, and flirting is not a sound business practice.

It took about three days, and Adore’s hopefulness running out, until Bianca showed up in the cafe again. She was alone this time, making Adore’s heart tell her to make a move, but her mind yelling at her to stay in her lane. Her coffee order was the same, sitting down at a table in the corner and pulling out a little book. Adore kept looking over at her, even after making some of the other customer’s drinks, and a little cappuccino for herself.

“You’re like a six year old,” Jinkx remarked, causing Adore to jump and look over at the ginger, who was leaning on her hand on the counter, “why don’t you just talk to her?”

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adore asked, her heart calming down as she just started to sip her drink. The brunette boy was in the corner, talking to the girl with black hair. That was interesting. Jinkx said something, but she didn’t quite understand until about the end.

“I mean, you could make a complete fool of yourself, but it’s fine, I support you,” she chuckled a bit to herself, watching Adore’s facial expression change. Jinkx smirked as she continued, “I think you have the charisma.”

“I can’t rest on my charm!” Adore gently but aggressively put her cup down, looking back up at the older woman at the table, who seemed fairly content in sitting by herself. “Besides, she probably doesn’t want me flirting with her. She’s just trying to enjoy her coffee.”

“Think about it this way,” Jinkx grabbed Adore’s coffee, making the younger whine but she shushed her promptly, “you go to a cafe for the coffee and the ambience, right? Suddenly, the main waitress, who has pretty eyes and a nice set of tits, starts flirting with you.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Adore nodded her head, watching Jinkx take a sip of her coffee, “if she is gay, then it’ll be like a Mary Lambert song!”

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Go get her, tiger,” Jinkx patted Adore’s arm, and Adore turned to face Bianca, who was still just sitting at the table, looking down at her book. She started walking over, the click of her boots against the floor giving her an extra boost of confidence. She was sure that Jinkx was watching, sipping on the drink that was supposed to belong to Adore. Bianca must’ve felt Adore getting closer, as she looked up with inquisitive eyes.

“You’re Bianca, right?” Adore asked. She knew the answer, but hard-to-get was her thing and she was going to stick to her thing. Although, she didn’t know how long she would be able to keep it up if those goddamn brown eyes kept looking at her like that.

“Yeah, who’re you?” It should’ve sounded rude, but the tone to Bianca’s voice didn’t show any ill intent. And so, Adore didn’t let it affect her confidence as she let herself smile widely.

“I’m Adore, like adore-able,” she said as she slid into the seat in front of Bianca. It was cheesy, but Bianca’s lips quirked up into a small smile, giving Adore a feeling of success. It was more like a warm feeling in her stomach that started spreading up to her chest, where her heart was beating way too fast, but she called it success.

“Isn’t it unprofessional to fraternize with customers like this?” Bianca asked, and Adore was sure that she was blushing because Bianca’s smile got a little bigger. Adore stuttered around for a bit, trying to find words but her breath was caught in her throat because Bianca’s lips were wrapped around her straw.

“Yeah, it’s like pretty inappropriate and unprofessional,” Adore nodded, remembering her lessons of business in middle school and the small little tips they would give each student about how to run a business. Bianca’s eyes were trained on Adore, making her chest feel tight and loose and warm at the same time.

“Glad you understand sound business practices,” and they both sat for a little bit after that in quietness, neither of them speaking, and Bianca’s eyes ended up going back down to her book.

“So, you’re new here?” Adore asked, and Bianca looked up. She smiled a bit, setting her book down completely and giving her full attention to Adore.

“Moved here recently for a job offer,” Bianca answered. Adore nodded, glad she was getting some knowledge of this person. Bianca continued, “Alyssa was the one who even convinced me to do it in the first place.”

“She seems fun,” the older nodded at Adore’s statement, and her eyes were softer than Adore had seen in the two days of knowing her and her smile was fond. It was obvious that Bianca and Alyssa were close friends.

“I didn’t actually expect to get close to her,” Bianca said, “but she’s a fucking riot. I absolutely love that bitch.”

They fell back into quietness again, Bianca not returning to her book. Adore could feel the butterflies in her stomach act up as they looked at each other, and Adore thought about how much she loved brown eyes. Adore silently hoped that Bianca would turn out to be a cat person, but kept that to herself.

“Adore! Come help with the orders!” Jinkx called, and Adore didn’t mean to groan out loud, but it just happened. She looked over to see the flustered redhead, a tired look on her face and about six people in line. It almost made her laugh, but she realized that she probably needed to help her friend.

“I should go,” Adore said, looking back to Bianca who had an amused look on her face, watching Jinkx, too.

“Probably,” Bianca agreed. Adore turned to stand up and go over to the register, when Bianca’s hand grabbed her arm.

“But first, I should give you my number,” Bianca said. Adore furrowed her brows, but quickly realized what Bianca was getting at and pulled her phone out of her pocket. No time was wasted, Bianca quickly typing in numbers and Adore’s heart beating with every move of Bianca’s fingers. She handed back the phone.

“Thank you,” the younger said, breathlessly. She was only pulled out of her small daze when she heard Jinkx call for her again.

“I’m serious Adore!” and she had that voice that she only had when she was about to punch some small kid for asking for marshmallows. Adore quickly rushed over, hopping over the small gate that separated them from the customers.

As Adore got to work on the next order (iced caramel macchiato, extra whip), she looked over to see Bianca heading towards the door, her book in hand. She looked over her shoulder at Adore, smiling a little before exiting.

Adore made a heart out of latte foam.

[extinguiish]

hepzi - (1) the most reckless thing you’ve ever done? (2) something you love to show off? (3) favourite pizza topping? (4) the most romantic thing someone’s done for you? (5) ever had an item special to you that got broken? (6) describe a day where everything went wrong.

1. i became a ghoul without understanding the full implications of the sacrifice. i am fortunate to have done so with a kind mistress, but that could have turned very foolish very quickly… and also into an eternity of hell.

2. well… Madam Eve, i suppose, considering i’m the one who helps manage her wardrobe and helps her get ready. i don’t have much time for personal talents myself… i am also very proud of her.

3. it was pepperoni for a very long time. but now, i wish to amend it. it is really pepperoni and hot honey.

4. i have not had much romance in my life. now, i don’t know if you would call this romantic, but one time i was very thirsty and did not say anything, because i needed to help with a dinner party, and Cespenar ensured that i drank water as soon as he noticed. even if it was not romantic, it was very kind.

5. yes… i once had a string of pearls that my mother gave to me. it had been on the female side of my family for generations, ending with me, of course.  one night i wore it while accompanying Madam Eve to an event that turned into a very catty Toreador brawl. i believe the ghoul of Madam Eve’s rival ripped it from my neck and scattered all the pearls… i collected as many as i could, but, i only managed to find a handful after the ruckus had died down.

6. my. well, let’s see. i suppose it was early in my existence as Madam’s ghoul, so i was not yet head of her household. i woke late to my chores, not yet used to staying up most of the day (after all you must be awake all night when your mistress needs you and sometimes half the day to take care of business in the kine world or prepare things for one’s Kindred). since i was so tired, i fell asleep ironing one of Madam’s outfits leaving a large burn and hole. i was beaten for my mistakes by the then head of her household. the man i loved at the time found me weeping and when he comforted me, i told him of my feelings for him… he promptly rejected me and i hardly if ever saw him again. and i broke one of the Madam’s plates from her life, irreplaceable, and worse than her yelling at me, i saw the hurt in her face and the misery i caused.  thank you very much for that trip along memory lane.

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Let’s Face The Music And Dance - Chapter 1

Hi everyone! I’ve been working on a High School!AU where the delinquents are in an Acapella group, because that’s what my brain decided. It should be about 5 chapters, I’ve written half of it already, so I thought it was about time I posted the first part, if anybody’s interested in reading it. The next chapters should be up in the next few days. Please let me know what you think, but please remember that I know next to nothing about the technicalities of acapella singing, so i’m hugely sorry for anything that isn’t right! I hope somebody beside me thinks this was a good idea.

Here’s a snippet and the rest of Chp 1 is under the cut:

“Name and grade?” Monty was asking.

“Erm, Bellamy Blake, senior,” He replied in a deep voice that sent a shiver down Clarke’s spine. “Sorry if I suck at this, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Just sing your best and we’ll do the rest,” Monty reassured him smoothly. Jasper snickered at the rhyming.

“Right, yeah,” Bellamy seemed to be agreeing with himself, then coughed awkwardly and raised the microphone to begin singing.

Chapter 1

Clarke was fairly confident that Raven was late on purpose.

She wasn’t sure whether it was to teach her a lesson on being too controlling, or to force her to spend some time with her mother while she waited in the kitchen for Raven to arrive.

Whichever one it was, Clarke was not happy.

As soon as she’d realised that Raven was late by design, she’d acted in the most stubborn way she could think of: she took her morning coffee outside onto the front porch, into the blissfully fresh, sunny morning air, ignored her mother’s attempts at small talk, and glared at the main road.

When the sound of screeching tyres followed by Raven’s beaten up red jeep rounded the corner, she abandoned her coffee on the porch and stomped over to the passenger side door.

“About time, Raven,” she admonished as she pulled herself, her pile of notes and paperwork, and her oversized bag into the seat and adjusted her seatbelt.

Raven grinned, pulling her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. “Well, good morning to you, too, sunshine.”

“We agreed you’d get here by 8.30,” Clarke ignored her friend’s sarcasm.

“No,” Raven pointed out patiently as she pulled out into traffic. “You demanded I get here for 8.30. In an effort to be less argumentative, I decided to forgo verbally disagreeing with you.”

Clarke huffed out an irritated sigh and shot Raven another glare. “You could have mentioned it, Raven.”

“I figured you’d enjoy having something to stress about,” she shrugged. “After all, it’s only the first day back at school, you don’t have any deadlines or extracurricular socials to stress about just yet, and I know you, Clarke - if you don’t find something to raise your blood pressure fast enough, you’ll implode.”

“I like to stay busy,” she argued.

Raven shot her a wicked smirk. “I hope you plan on staying busy in more than just social clubs this year, Clarke.”

She wagged her eyebrows in emphasis. Clarke gave her an eye roll and tilted her head to the side in an unamused gesture, but there was mirth behind her eyes.

“You’re a bad influence, Raven Reyes,” she told her as they pulled into the school parking lot.

Students walked across the pavement, across the road, across the bike lane, and generally jaywalked all over the place in an excited buzz that only a summer away could generate.

“Don’t I know it,” Raven beamed back proudly, then promptly slammed on the brakes and banged both fists against the horn in an angry huff. “Get out of the fucking road, Murphy!”

He flipped her off and took his sweet time getting out of the way. “Learn to drive, Reyes!”

“Says the boy without a license!” She yelled back, then caught Clarke grinning at her. “What?” She asked, self-conscious.

“You’re doing well with this ‘being less argumentative’ thing.”

“Oh, bite me, Griffin.”

“Oh, you wish,” Clarke joked, causing Raven to bark out a laugh.

They pulled into a parking space fairly close to the main entrance, with only minor difficulty and a minimal number of close calls with the teeming crowd of students.

An impeccably clean silver Audi pulled into the space beside them, and two seconds later Monty and Jasper bounded out of the car and joined them on the pavement. They had both spent a huge amount of time this summer abroad, with their respective families and then together at some sort of obscure sci-fi convention that Clarke couldn’t remember the name of, so she hadn’t really seen either of them apart from on FaceTime since the end of the last school last year. They both looked exactly the same as they had then, although Jasper was sporting a slight bit of stubble, and Monty had bought new glasses with thicker frames.

“Rey-es!” Jasper cupped his hands to his mouth and pretended to call to her as if he was a football coach.

“Jasper!” Raven pulled him into a gentle headlock and ruffled Monty’s hair with her spare hand. “Monty!”

“Hey Raven, hey Clarke,” Monty waved to them as he attempted to edge out of Raven’s reach and smooth down his hair. “How were your summers?”

“Nothing special,” Raven shrugged.

They turned to head towards the school entrance.

“The usual,” Clarke added. “Summer work with my mum at the hospital, preparations for this year’s competition.”

Jasper groaned, exaggerating the noise. “You’re not already planning sectionals, Clarke. Please tell me you’re not.”

Clarke opened her mouth in exasperation as they reached her and Raven’s lockers. “What?” She demanded defensively. “It’s never too early to be prepared. And this is my last year, Jasper, we have to go further than regionals.”

“You just wanna get that free trip to New York,” Raven grinned as she pulled stuff out of her locker.

“I want to perform at the ICCAs on stage with you, my best friends, and be able to put that on my resume. What’s so bad about that?”

Monty shrugged in a ‘can’t-argue-with-that’ kind of way.

“There she goes already,” Raven sighed. “Clarke Griffin, Ms. Reasonable herself.”

“You know,” a voice sidled up to them as they began to head off down the hallway. “You’re gonna need some new voices to get all the way to New York, right?”

Clarke pursed her lips and clutched the pages of sheet music and notes in her hands. “I know, Murphy. You just focus on turning up to rehearsals this year, and leave vocal arrangements to me.”

“Just to reiterate,” Raven spoke up, pulling Clarke to a stop and putting both her hands on either of Clarke’s shoulders. “I know i’m just the lowly President here, but please ask me for help when you need it Clarke. I know you’re taking a crazy number of AP classes this year, so let me help when I can, yeah?”

Clarke nodded in seriousness, then pointed out. “You know, you’re taking more AP classes than I am, right?”

Raven smirked as she turned to head into the classroom on their left. “I know, but I’m a bona fide genius, so it’s really like i’m taking no classes at all.”

They all laughed as she disappeared and continued on to their Chemistry classroom.

“She’s right though, Clarke,” Monty spoke up kindly. “She is the President, if you need help, that’s what she’s there for.”

“Raven’s the President,” Clarke agreed. “But I’m the Musical Director, and everybody knows that that’s the real powerhouse behind acapella. Besides, Raven just took the job to put something different on her resume.”

“And because she’s a really bangin’ singer,” Murphy pointed out.

“And that,” Clark agreed.

“So where are you going to find a bass, a soprano and an alto worthy of Acapadia?”

She grinned. “Open auditions, obviously.”

They all groaned.

The bane of Clarke’s life was not AP Chemistry; it was not Mr Kane, who insisted on treating her like a daughter in class despite the fact that he’d only been dating her mother for four months; it wasn’t even the fact that their usual lunch table had been taken over by freshmen so they’d moved two tables down to the middle of the cafeteria.

No, the bane of Clarke’s life were The Ground Sound, the rival acapella group at their school.

They were of a more modern sound, having been put together by techno wizard and all-round audio genius, senior Lincoln Woods.

Both groups auditioned students together, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, and bartered their favourite picks before offering spaces to hopefuls. Usually, they disagreed and sometimes it got ugly. Mostly, it was because the Acapadia’s needed somebody that The Ground Sound simply wanted. The year before last, they’d been desperate for a mezzo-soprano, and one had materialised, new to the school, at the perfect moment. The Ground Sound had insisted that Lexa join their group instead, and an all-out war had commenced to win her over. She’d promised Clarke and the Acapadia’s to join them, but flaked on auditions, and come the day of sectionals, she’d turned up with The Ground Sound, fully rehearsed with their songs and in their co-ordinated outfits.

It had been messy, not least because her and Clarke had been dating tentatively, and since then both groups had barely been on speaking terms with each other.

Clarke secretly liked Lincoln, although she would never admit it to the others. He was down-to-earth, interested in art like her, and visually so intimidating that people would leave her alone if she sat near him in the library. Despite that, he was genuine and kind, and generally took a backseat in negotiations for new members. It was never personal, just business, and he always nodded to her in the hallway.

On Wednesday afternoon, she was setting up their desk in front of stage left in the school auditorium when Lincoln entered, laptop bag slung over his shoulder and two girls from his group at his side. They were usually an intimidating sight, especially on stage, but today they were laughing and teasing each other as they approached their desk stage right.

Lincoln nodded to her politely and then began setting up his things. Clarke continued to organise her papers and boss Jasper and Monty around until everything was perfect.

By the time all the current members from each group had arrived (including even Murphy, to Clarke’s surprise), there were six members of Acapadia and six members of The Ground Sound, making them evenly sized this year.

Clarke leaned over to speak to Lincoln before they called in the first audition. “You should know I know that you’re looking for an alto and a soprano.”

Lincoln eyed her suspiciously, then nodded once slowly. “That’s right.”

“So then, in the spirit of fair competition,” Clarke divulged. “You should know that we need a soprano, an alto and a bass.”

It took him by surprise, if the rapid blinking of his eyes was any indication. But then Lincoln nodded once again, and leaned back in his seat. “Thank you,” was all he said, but Clarke knew that he meant it.

“First auditionee, come to centre stage,” Echo, a senior sitting beside Lincoln, called out and the auditions began.

They were mostly promising. A few students really struggled their way through their chosen audition pieces, but most didn't need to be turned away.

The first three girls to audition were sopranos, and they were all perfect for what Clarke was looking for. Next came an audacious, confident freshman who could sing There Are Worst Things I Could Do for the rest of Clarke’s life and she wouldn’t be bored of hearing it. She put a star down by the girls name and slid the piece of paper over the Raven, raising an eyebrow.

Two juniors came next, auditioning at vaguely the same quality, but they were tenors and Clarke knew she didn’t need any more of that sound in their mix.

Lastly, a senior stepped up to centre stage, and peaked Clarke’s interest immediately. She must have sat up straighter in her chair, because Raven kicked her underneath the table and waggled her eyebrows at her.

“Stop,” Clarke whispered in admonishment, but Raven continued to smirk at her and eyed up the boy on stage.

“Name and grade?” Monty was asking.

“Erm, Bellamy Blake, senior,” He replied in a deep voice that sent a shiver down Clarke’s spine. “Sorry if I suck at this, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Just sing your best and we’ll do the rest,” Monty reassured him smoothly. Jasper snickered at the rhyming.

“Right, yeah,” Bellamy seemed to be agreeing with himself, then coughed awkwardly and raised the microphone to begin singing.

He was good. He was attractive. And he was a bass.

Clarke knew these factors might mean trouble, in more ways than one. She glanced across at Lincoln and Echo, who was traditionally the more confrontational of the two, and was pleased to see that, while they were interested in his voice, they were arguing seemingly about the necessity of him for their group.

When he was done singing Music of the Night from the Phantom of the Opera - coincidentally one of Clarke’s favourite musicals - he stepped off stage with another awkward shuffle and wave. It was odd really, because he seemed calm and cool otherwise, almost like a senior the younger girls would follow in the halls and fantasise about dating, and yet, he was clearly a complete dork in front of groups of people.

She sort of loved that about him. Damn it.

He had been the last to audition, so they broke into table discussions on who they wanted to offer places to, ready to fight for them against The Ground Sound afterwards.

“That first girl is a must,” Raven was saying.

“Her or the second one,” Murphy interjected. “She was good, and much hotter.”

Raven smacked him with a rather large library book. “Mind out of the gutter, Murphy. Do you not have any human decency at all?”

“I’m just saying,” he protested nonchalantly. “If we’ve gotta make a decision off something, why not that.”

Raven rolled her eyes and turned back to the list, pointing at the starred name. “We need Octavia. I honestly think I cried while she was performing.”

Clarke nodded, as did the others. “Agreed.”

“So that’s our soprano and alto sorted, what about the bass?”

“There’s only one option there,” Jasper pointed out.

“Please don’t tell me that Clarke’s gonna become all picky again like last year and reject our only option?” Murphy glared at her preemptively.

“No, actually,” Clarke huffed, a little self conscious about her next words. “He’s… perfect, actually.”

She tried to ignore Raven’s eyebrows as they wagged again. “Atta girl,” Raven smirked and elbowed her in the side.

“For the group, Raven,” Clarke hoped she wasn’t blushing as she stacked and restacked her piles of sheet music.

“Sure… sure,” Raven, to her credit, tried to hold in her laughter.

As it turned out, the Ground Sound had been arguing over Bellamy Blake because Echo wanted to claim him simply so that they couldn’t. Lincoln, tired of the drama and petty fights, had told her to shut up and stop talking. And so they’d agreed that Acapadia could offer Bellamy Blake a spot in their group.

The others were less straightforward - they’d liked the second girl, Emori, more than the first, so she was to be their pledge whilst Acapadia offered their soprano spot to a girl by the name of Harper.

Octavia Blake was the breaking point.

They’d been going round in circles for over twenty minutes before Miller decided to finally speak up. He was usually incredibly quiet in group discussions, always just did as he was told and went along like he wasn’t bothered by the outcome, but he was the one to interject to Clarke in a whisper, “I know she's good, Clarke, but we can get through this year without another alto.”

“Yeah,” Monty was quick to agree, leaning across the table to join in hushed tones. “We’ve got Raven, and we’ll manage with a mix of everybody’s voices.”

“It’s not worth all this arguing, to be honest,” Raven begrudgingly agreed.

Clarke sighed in frustration. She’d really wanted Octavia Blake.

“Fine,” she huffed out. “You can pledge her,” she told Lincoln and the others on his table. Luna and her brother slapped their hands hard against the table in victory as Echo smirked in triumph.

With the negotiations out of the way, they all began packing up their things. Traditionally they’d post a list up outside the auditorium, but since that practice was antiquated and the kids at school who didn’t live for acapella thought it was lame and used to tear them down, they now forwent that for a much simpler ‘leave-your-number-and-we’ll-text-you’ system.

Jasper bumped Clarke’s shoulder with his own as they walked up the central aisle and towards the exit. “Milkshakes at the Drop Ship? We can text Harper and Bellamy when we get there.”

“Sure,” Clarke agreed forlornly.

“Hey,” Raven slung an arm around her as they wandered through the door. “Octavia was good, but we haven’t lost anything by losing her to the Grounders. We’re still awesome, with the best musical director around, and we’re still gonna kick their ass at sectionals. And besides, she might not even want to join them, don’t lose hope yet.”

That did make Clarke feel a little better.

Harper had replied to their text within ten minutes, all excited capital letters and exclamation marks, and they’d all felt much better about losing Octavia to the Grounders. It had lifted Clarke’s spirits until she’d gotten home that night and realised that Bellamy Blake hadn’t yet replied.

Her mood only soured as Wednesday turned into Friday, and he still hadn’t replied.

She’d wanted to begin rehearsals that Saturday, but without a full sound it would all be rather pointless.

On Friday at lunch time, whilst she debated the subtleties of Founding Father politics with a girl from her homeroom, he walked straight past her, lunch tray in one hand and book in the other.

She didn’t blame him for missing her entirely, he had his nose so much in his book that she was surprised he hadn’t walked into anyone or even knew where he was going.

She nudged Raven.

“Ouch,” she complained with a mouthful of food. “I’m deep in thought about theoretical physics, it better be important Clarke?”

“Over there,” Clarke didn’t whisper, but she lowered her voice a little. “Blake.”

“Octavia?” Raven looked hopeful.

“No,” Clarke ground out. “Bellamy.”

Raven, Monty and Murphy all turned their heads towards him at the same moment.

“Where?”

“What’s he doing?”

“Has he still not replied to your text?”

“No,” Clarke huffed. “And I don’t know why. He could at least say something to me, we have three classes together.”

“It’s easy really, he’s still making a decision. He’s not sure whether he wants to continue with acapella now that his sister’s been offered a place with the Grounders,” Miller suddenly spoke up. He was focusing on his food, barely even making eye contact with the rest of them, but his words drew all their eyes on him.

“What?”

“What?!”

“I’m sorry, where exactly did you get this hidden intel?” Raven asked, exasperated.

Miller glanced up at them and shrugged. “He went to tryouts for ice hockey, he’s a reserve for Garrison, we chatted at lunch yesterday.”

Clarke was speechless.

“So he… auditioned because his sister did?” Murphy asked sceptically.

Miller shrugged. “I guess so. He became her legal guardian at the beginning of the year, so I guess they’re close. Probably wants to look out for her.”

“Well, that’s just…”

“Honourable?”

“Overprotective?”

“Plain weird?”

Clarke pursed her lips together and set her shoulders, making her mind up.

“I don’t care what his reasons are,” she pushed herself up from the table. “We need him.”

Raven and the others could only look on with intrigue and hope as she picked up her lunch tray and set off determinedly in the direction of Bellamy Blake.

He was reading the same book, head bent down towards the table, one hand holding open the spin like he’d juggled lunch and reading a million times before, and the other picking at his food with a fork. He hadn’t been wearing the glasses on stage so she figured they were for reading, but they suited him well.

She invited herself into the seat on the bench opposite him without invitation, but as the table had previously been deserted apart from him, she knew that he was aware of her.

“Hi,” she opened with.

He flicked his eyes up to her once, held her gaze for a moment, then glanced back down to his book. “Clarke.”

She tilted her head in vague surprise. “You know my name.”

“I make a point of knowing who I give my phone number to,” he informed her reasonably.

She couldn’t argue with that.

She shuffled in her seat and leaned forwards to wrestle his attention away from his book.

“Look, Bellamy,” she began, “I know we don’t know each other, and I know you haven’t made up your mind yet, but I came over here to make you reconsider.”

He put his book down upside down and caught her eye. “Reconsider?”

“Joining Acapadia,” she clarified. His jaw ticked so she rushed on before he could give her a list of reasons why he wouldn’t. “It wouldn’t just be something on the side to get close to your sister, it would be something for you. Octavia’s gone to the Grounders, we wish she hadn’t but that was her decision to make. You, on the other hand… Bellamy, you could really make a difference to our chances this year. We could go to New York! New York.”

He remained quiet but licked his lips and started over her shoulder like he was seriously considering it.

“You’d see Octavia too,” Clarke continued. “The Grounders… look, don’t tell the others I said this but they’re better than us. Sometimes. We might get a chance to go to the ICCAs, but with Octavia, they definitely will. That’s a whole year of sharing the auditorium, travelling to sectionals, staying out of state with them for regionals. I’m not saying you have to follow her around, but you’d have your own friends who just coincidentally mix with hers.”

She knew she sounded a little desperate, but she needed Bellamy Blake.

Or rather, they needed him, she should say.

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and glanced up at her. “You really think we could go to New York?” he asked hopefully.

“Really,” she smiled. “With you, anyway.”

“And… without me?” He asked carefully.

Clarke sighed. “To be honest, we just don’t have the range without you. We’ll be dead on our feet by sectionals.”

She saw the exact moment he made his mind up. He closed his book completely, still making sure to carefully bookmark his page, and leaned towards her across the table on his elbows.

“Ok,” He said. “I’m in—,“ her face split into a wide grin, “—but, I’m not doing this for Octavia.”

She looked at him carefully, equal parts lone wolf and intelligent, overprotective big brother. Her face was serious when she caught his eye, gently placed her hand over his on the table and said, “I know, you’re doing this for you.”

He smiled back shyly, then pulled back.

“So,” he said excitedly. “When do we start?”

Edit: Chapter 2 is now up, read it here.

[superwholock-marvel-images]

Through time and space part 6

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

“Not going to leave the Impala.” Dean says folding his arms.

“Fine you can stay here in the states and look for dad while Y/N, Sam and I go see what Sherlock needs (nickname) to go back to Baker Street.” Katie says with a smug smile.

“Uh, Katie… I have that interview on Monday so unfortunately, I can’t go as much as I really want to.” Sam says rather dejectedly.

“Oh, I forgot about that… I guess that it’s just me going then.”

“You guys do realize it’s a time machine right?” You ask.

"Maybe next time (Nickname)" Sam says, in a no argument tone. You sigh and take your sister's hand and lead her to the TARDIS. Her reaction to the bigger on the inside thing is wide eyes and her jaw hanging open, typical reaction.

“Relax, everyone is like that when they first enter the TARDIS.” You tell your sister placing a hand on her arm.

“Bigger on the inside, so wasn’t expecting that… however, this is nothing that I’m not used to.” Katie answers with a shrug. “Why Cardiff though?”

“The TARDIS needs to recharge, so to speak… also, my boyfriend is meeting us there.” Rose answers.

“You and Mickey still together even after all the shit that has happened?” You ask in shock. “I thought you guys broke up but still good friends.” When the TARDIS lands the five of you are there for a few minutes before Mickey shows up… Mickey Smith is one of the only people that Captain Jack Harkness doesn’t flirt with.

“Aw sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that?” Jack asks as Mickey and Rose hug.

“Buy me a drink first.” The Doctor replies walking down the latter.

“You’re such hard work.”

“But worth it.” You snort with laughter.

“Are they always like this?” Katie asks you.

“Oh yeah, sometimes worse.” You reply.

“My God, have you seen yourselves? You all think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Mickey says exasperatedly when you, Jack, the Doctor and Rose start finishing each other’s sentences. Causing everyone to laugh.

🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝

The six of you go to a restaurant, talking. “I swear, six feet tall and with big tusks.” Jack exclaims using his hands while talking.

“That sounds like a combination of our brother Sam and either a walrus or an elephant.” You say with a fit of giggles.

“It does, doesn’t it.” Katie adds in with a small grin.

“You’re lying through your teeth!” The Doctor says to Jack.

“I’d have gone bonkers! That’s the word - bonkers!” Rose adds in.

“I mean, it turns out the white things are tusks and I mean tusks! And it’s woken, and it’s not happy.” Jack continues his story. Katie gently elbows you in the ribs.

“Well that sums you up. When you get woken up you’re never happy.” She jokes.

“No, I thought that was you.” You playfully retort.

“How could you not know it was there?” The Doctor asks. Jack just grins as he continues his story (again).

“And we’re standing there, fifteen of us, naked.” You just happen to be taking a drink right when Jack said naked, causing you to spit some of it out from laughter.

“Naked?!” Rose asks, she doesn’t believe it.

“And I’m like, oh, no, no, it’s got nothing to do with me. And then it roars, and we are running. Oh my God, we are running! And Brockovich falls, so I turn to him and I say …”

“I knew we should’ve turned left!” Mickey interjects sounding proud of himself.

“That’s my line.” Jack states, as he playfully rolls his eyes.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe a word you say ever. That is so brilliant. Did you ever get your clothes back?” Rose asks as the Doctor picks up a newspaper.

“No, I just picked him up went right for the ship, full throttle. Didn’t stop until I hit the space lanes. I was shaking. It was unbelievable. It freaked me out, and by the time I got fifteen light years away I realized I’m like this.” Jack makes a grand gesture towards his body, everyone except the Doctor roar with laughter. The Doctor let’s out a humorless sigh and sets the newspaper down on the table.

“And I was having such a nice day.” He says.

“Why do you say that?” You ask slightly confused. The Doctor taps on the picture.

“This is a Slitheen.” He says. Rose told you about the Slitheen awhile ago so you know what he means.

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“According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit. Okay, plan of attack, we assume a basic fifty-seven fifty-six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That’ll designate Exit One, I’ll cover Exit Two with Y/N. Katie and Rose, you Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Have you got that?” Jack says sounding like a leader.

“ Excuse me. Who’s in charge?” The Doctor asks in a sassy tone of voice.

“Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir.”

“Right, here’s the plan…” The Doctor pauses for a second trying to think. “Like he said. Nice plan. Anything else?”

Jack says present arms and Katie pulls out her gun, not realizing he meant phone. “Wrong form of arms K.” You say. “He meant your phone… but you’re not used to Jack speak.”

“Oh.” Katie puts away her gun and pulls out her phone only to notice she has no bars. “Well, crap… I have no signal.”

“Here let me see it.” The Doctor says. Confused Katie hands over her phone, which the Doctor promptly sonics. He then lightly tosses it back at her.

“Before you ask, you can now call anywhere in time and space, also you’re phone bill has been cut in half.” You explain.

“Awesome. That’s going to confuse Dean though.”

“He’s the one paying for it right?” Katie nods. “Well not anymore.” When the Slitheen tries to get away you and Katie are hot on her heels just before she teleports away. “Son of a bitch! Doctor, she has a teleporter!” You yell your friends are within shouting distance.

“On it!” The Doctor replies as he reverses the teleporter twice before the Slitheen gives up on running away.

You take Katie to a small little place where you arranged to meet Sherlock and John. “Nice to finally meet you in person Miss Winchester.” John says to your sister.

“Please, call me Katie.” Katie replies as she shakes John’s hand. “Thank you for keeping an eye on my kid sister.”

“To be fair she keeps an eye on us too.” Sherlock says speaking up. “Back at the flat I have a heart that I’m pretty sure has a similar story to the head.”

“The vampire head?” Sherlock nods in response. “When you get the chance send me the photos… however, I’m pretty sure that there might be a werewolf around here.”

“You told them?” Katie asks in a scolding tone.

“Hey not my fault Sherlock brought a severed vampire head into the flat…” An earthquake starts to happen, you grab Katie’s hand and tell Sherlock and John you’ll meet up with them later. The two of you then run to the TARDIS, which happens to be the epicenter of the quake.

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Waking up in a TV show without much of a memory of what happened is not a good thing. “Where the hell am I?” You ask looking around the room. The show you’re in is a game show, and the host is trying to kill you. “Oh f—”

You somehow manage to survive up until Jack, the Doctor and Katie find you. “Don’t scare me like that.” Katie states.

“Sorry. Where’s Rose?” You reply. Nobody answers. “Guys, where the hell is my best friend?”

“We don’t know where she is… but she is alive.” Jack answers. “And what happened to you?”

“I almost died thirty-seven times. Do you expect me to be just fine and dandy?”

“I should’ve known.” The Doctor says fiddling with a computer. “Daleks… and they have Rose.”

“So let me get this straight- Rose is being held hostage by giant salt and pepper shakers with a toilet plunger and a whisk?”

“Now is not the time for jokes Y/N.”

“I wasn’t joking though.”

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The Doctor sends you, Rose and Katie back “home.” You hail a cab for Katie and you to go back to Baker Street. “Where we’re going?” Katie asks.

“I told Sherlock that we were going to go back to 221b Baker Street. To help him out a case.”

“What about the Doctor?”

“I don’t know… he decommissioned the TARDIS, so we can’t go back exactly. The only place we can go is back to Baker Street.”

“I see. What about Sam and Dean?”

“I’ll ask Mycroft when it comes to that.” You then remember Katie might be staying with you awhile so you decide to warn her about Mycroft. “Also speaking of Mycroft. Since you’re going to be staying with me, be prepared for him to take you to a remote location and offer you money to spy on his little brother… which I advise you not to take.”

“Why?”

“It’s a test to see if he can trust you… he’s a lot like Dean.”

“Protective older brother, or a pain in the ass?”

“Both.” The taxi comes to a stop outside Baker street. You and Katie get out of the cab and you pay the driver. You look at the door and sigh, the knocker has been straightened… more than likely by Mycroft. He is always straightening the askew knocker when he comes to visit. “Well looks like the government is here.”

“What do you mean?” You just point to the knocker, before opening the door and heading inside. “Whoops sorry Mrs. Hudson.” You say as you accidentally collide with your landlady while heading up the stairs.

“No harm done dear.” Mrs. Hudson replies. “It’s not the first time I have collided with someone on these stairs.” Your landlady then notices Katie, she asks if Katie is a friend of yours.

“She’s not my friend, she’s my sister.” You explain draping your arm over Katie’s shoulders. “Katie meet Mrs. Hudson, my landlady… Mrs. Hudson meet my older sister Katie.” Mrs. Hudson smiles in response. While Katie and Mrs. Hudson are talking you head up to the flat and notice Mycroft in John’s chair reading the paper. You start to head to your room.

“Get yourself shot at recently?” Mycroft asks stopping you in your tracks.

“That is none of your concern.” You retort. “You might be the government but that doesn’t mean you can go snooping through my private life… and that counts deducing me.” With that, you leave the living room and grab your laptop from your room before heading back downstairs to hang out with Mrs. Hudson and Katie.

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