#and then after like 9/11 all trucks ever got was bigger and bigger

[clowningaroundmars]

Love seeing more and more little trucks out in the wild lately

Nature is healing 😌

[ohnohargrove]

I just imagine Vincent Sinclair would be an incredibly sweet boyfriend. Imagine that he's been caught up in his work for the majority of the day. You had all shared breakfast together at the table before everyone had to go off to do their respective duties. Lester had dropped by that morning and he had gone off to do some repairs in the movie theater, Bo had gone down to the garage to work on a particularly rusty (and "a stubbon sonafabitch" in his words) truck he got from one of his latest victims, and Vincent had hurried off to the basement workshop to start on a new sculpture for the museum. He had assured you he'd be back sometime late this afternoon.

It was now 9 PM and Lester was watching you and Bo get into a very heated game of War on the living room coffee table. Bo was on the couch, You were cross-legged on the floor with Jonesy's head in your lap, sound asleep even though there was heated cursing going on, and Lester was on the arm chair to the side of both of you. Bo threw the cards down on the table. "Goddammit! Where th' HELL do you keep gettin' those joker cards" he let out, bringing his hands up to his face. Lester and you both knew the game was basically over at that point.

You looked at the old, dusty clock on the wall and Lester noticed the look you gave when you finally saw the time. He reached into the cooler beside his chair, got up, and handed both you and the fuming man a cold bottle of beer. "Hey now," he assured, putting a hand on your shoulder, "sometimes Vince gets caught up in his work, that's all. He's always been like that ever since we were little. It's best to just let him do his thing. He'll come 'round. Promise." Bo flicked the cap off of his bottle and onto the pile of scattered cards. "Yeah, damn perfectionist probably can't get the nose right or somethin'." He took a large swig of his beer. "You gonna shuffle those cards and re-deal 'em so I can kick your ass?" You and Lester both shared a knowing look that another game would just turn him into an even bigger sore loser, but you obliged.

It was a little past 11 at that point. Lester had decided to head home after Bo lost for a second time and started pulling the silent treatment towards you. "Jonesy can have a little sleepover with you tonight" Lester said as he was getting his boots on, "she's had a rough day of running up and down the isles and knocking stuff over while I was fixin' it. I think she's pretty tuckered out." You thanked Lester and told Bo you were heading off to bed, which he ignored ("he'll get over it in the morning" you thought to yourself). You passed the basement door on the way to the stairs and still heard opera music playing from below. Lester was right, it's best not to disturb him if he's really this caught up in sculpting. You called Jonesy up the stairs and promised her that she could sleep under the covers tonight.

Light streamed into the windows and hit your face. You noticed that Vincent hadn't come to bed that night and Jonesy was now gone. You looked over at your nightstand to see what time it was, but sitting in front of the old alarm clock was a small figure obscuring it's view. You rubbed your eyes and noticed that it was a small dog sculpted from wax with a folded note underneath. You smiled as you picked the little dog up and ran your fingers over the detailed fur. You reached over to open the note and see what it said. It was somewhat dingey paper with immaculate handwriting scrawled on it.

"My dearest one, I'm incredibly sorry that I stayed out so late last night. I feel horrible that I promised you I'd be done, but time had slipped away from me and I didn't want to wake you. I'm having a particularly tough time with the face of my newest sculpture (especially the nose) and it will take longer than I had anticipated. If you'd like, you may join me for breakfast in my workshop as I finish up. If not, I should be done by noon and I mean it this time. I think Jonesy might like to play in the yard for a while. Forever yours, Vincent"

You got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen, grabbing a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator along with some butter to make toast. You planned on bringing your boyfriend some sunny side up eggs for breakfast and chatting while he finished his work. Playing frisbee with Jonesy could wait until noon so all three of you could play. At that thought, you felt a cold nose press the back of your leg and you handed the pup a slice of bread.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 758: The senpai's few words

Pag 2

1: Aoyagi-san!!

Pag 3

1: Wha- what happened, Danchiku, you stopped so suddenly

2: Why is he here, in Kyushu!?

What is it, what is it

4: He's probably the person I'd want to see the most right now!!

5: What is it, is there someone in the audience area?

Someone you know? You look so surprised

I wouldn't be so surprised even if someone was there

Pag 4

2: He-hello!! You... you came to... cheer us on!?

3: It's been a while, Danchiku

4: Yes.... yes!!

Thank you so much for coming so far to see us!!

5: You got bigger

Pag 5

2: Thank you so much

3: Uhm, actually

There's something I'd like to talk to you about, is that....

4: Aoyagi-saaaan!!

-okay!?

Pag 6

1: What, for real!?

What, are you really here- amaaazing!!

Oi, Issa, I was....

2: Wait... did you just made Aoyagi-san lose consciousness with your tackle!?

3: Aoyagi-saaan!! Hahahaha!!

You're attacking him when he's already down...!!

4: I'm... o... okay...

No, he keeps pausing while talking!!

Hahaha

5: I'll lead you to our tent!! Carry him, Danchiku!!

'Carry him'....

Pag 7

2: Thank you

2: I wished you had told me you'd come though, Aoyagi!!

You forgot to add “san”, Kabuagi

3: There was something... I wanted to talk to you about but

4: I guess it can't be helped....

(You're ending up yielding again, Danchiku)

5: Ah right

6: Aoyagi-san is

Pag 8

1: A member of last year's team!!

He's the column who supported Sohoku from below last year!!

2: Someone who gained experience through hard work and difficulties and debuted in his third year, ran as a sprinter, pulled the team, and brought back the members so many times

3: Without talking, without refusing, he just did it silently!!

5: Even when he was in a pinch, when he was injured, he moved forward with all his might without ever standing out!!

If he hadn't been there, there's no way Sohoku could have won!!

Pag 9

1: He-he sounds amazing, teh

Right!! I'm really flashy, so his way of running is probably the exact opposite of mine

2: Hearing it again, he really is an amazing person.....

and I also know well what happened with his leg on the third day

4: If I was in the same position and got injured.... would I be able to run the same way?

5: “He'll run away right away”

“He's a chicken”

Pag 10

1: In this Inter High that is about to start

Pag 11

1: Since Aoyagi-san came to see us, I'll smash the starting dash!

There's no need to smash, run calmly

2: Should I get subbed out?

I'm still in time

4: “No one will blame you”

“I can be done in fifteen minutes”

5: I'm at my peak now!!

Save it for the race

6: You're an idiot as usual

I'll forgive everything you say, Aoyagi-san!!

7: What can I do, what......

Nothing....!!

Pag 12

1: The stage event is starting soon

Last year's champions, Sohoku High School, representative of Chiba, please come to the stage

Kakaka, it's our turn!!

2: Teh.... I'm nervous, the

There's gonna be tons of spectators!!

3: Do-do we take a video? I'll do it, Sugimoto-san

I'll leave it to you then. I'll finish up here

4: Su-

Sugimoto-san!!

6: Ao.... yagi-san.....

Pag 13

1: Could you do me one favor?

2: Ah- yes!

Do you want something to eat!! Right away!!

3: The food truck is there... is curry alright?

4: …. no

5: A band-aid!? A nail-clipper!?

Leave it to me, after all I worked a lot behind-the-scene last year

6: Oi, Danchiku, what are you doing. Let's go

8: Ye.... yes

Pag 14

1: Take care of that idiot

Pag 15

3: The Inter High is harsh and long

But he's reckless and can't read the air

5: You, on the other hand

6: You always keep an eye on your surroundings and pay attention to what people say and do

And that means

Pag 16

1: That you can make an accurate judgment of risk in any situation

3: The ability to read small details when you're in a pinch is essential in road racing

4: Earlier in the midst of more than a hundred people in the audience area, you

Pag 17

1: found me at one glance

4: I think you know this too, but he can only look ahead

Please support him, take a step back and, as always

5: be watchful

Pag 18

2: Yessir!! Thank you so much!!

4: “Take a step back”.....!! Taking a step back.... yielding, are my...

5: If this small heart is my ability

Pag 19

2: then I'll be the one running, Issa!!

Together with you!!

At full throttle!!

Pag 20

1: Run, Danchiku

Just like I did last year

2: with Junta

3: I'm sure your feelings will give you strength

These are the members of Sohoku, the Chiba prefecture representative who won the championship last year

Pag 21

1: So far they have won two times in a row

3: What's wrong.... your balloon... shall I get it for you?

Pag 22

2: Thank you, Onii-chan

3: That's surprising, Midosuji-san

You're so kind

4: Puku.... I am kind, though?

To

5: anyone who doesn't wear a number bib, that is!!

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Stranger Things season 2 episode 5 baby!!!!

1.) I commend the props department for putting this shit together. This must have taken ages to plan out and execute this maze of tunnels on paper

2.) mike is doing his best to help will

3.) hopper got spat on by a monster, and now he’s gonna pass out. Oh I forgot the hole he entered through closes with terrible cgi

4.) comparing scars and having Nancy say hers is bigger means something but idk what

5.) ‘I waited’ ‘yeah only like a month’ you’re both morons

6.) will saw hopper in trouble!!!! I forgot he saw him and that’s how people know to help that dipshit!!!

7.) I love this Sinclair family breakfast. They are a cute family

8.) I am super mad at Dustin after having my day go missing and spending a couple days sleepless with worry and my dumb cat was under my own porch, not in the stomach of a monster from another dimension. Poor poor Claudia doesn’t know where mews is

9.) that was a bonkers way to get the thing into the cellar but like, points for getting it done

10.) I’m remembering as El knocks on the door that her aunt is a snitch, I think

11.) ok Murray’s place is in season 2. And I forgot he instantly recognized them.

12.) I also forgot that Nancy and Jonathan just immediately spill the beans

13.) I forgot Lucas got Dig Dug shut down to talk to Max

14.) and then Max finds out everything

15.) Hi bob!!! I’ve been looking forward to him coming to solve this. I did forget they’re like uhhhhhhhhhhhh no questions. Solve these crayon drawings!!!

16.) ‘it’s a map of Hawkins! Right will?’ Will’s like ‘uhhhhhh yeah, totally. Knew that one for suuuuuure’

17.) hopper found something with fire

18.) Erica gave Dustin a code shut your mouth and honestly that’s valid

19.) the nursery for Jane is so cute

20.) follow the blinking lights to talk to mama

21.) bob is super shocked that they’re going

22.) ew Margaret thatcher was mentioned

23.) and Steve arrives back in the plot!!! I forgot Dustin just gets into Steve’s car and demands he drive

24.) hopper is so tired. I get it, bud. But those vines don’t

25.) I forgot that Max thinks the story is fake

26.) I. Hate. Billy.

27.) I forgot Murray gets all the info and then drinks Russian vodka while listening to jazz. He’s the first person to tell Nancy people won’t believe them

28.) I forget the dirt is connected and floats when part of it is heated up in the lab

29.) oh hi baby kali. I forgot you were in Terry’s memory

30.) I forgot bob helps Joyce down into the tunnel and then follows after her

31.) oh it’s government trucks

32.) has anyone ever made it be bob/joyce/hopper

33.) oh right. Will seizes and screams when the vines are burnt m. That was unpleasant.

[lilhawkeye3]

This Ohio discourse has got me dying to create discourse about every other state now hehe so I officially present:

Hawk’s review of 36/50 US states!

In alphabetical order because that fuckin song “50 nifty United States” has been stuck in my head since fourth grade.

Arizona: Phoenix is hot. Can’t believe y’all choose to live in a place that gets haboobs. Saw Sen. John McCain in the airport. I feel that sums up the state well. 4/10

California: as a resident of the state of Oregon, I’m legally required to say fuck California😌 unless anyone else talking shit about Cali and then we got your back😤 SoCal vs San Fran vs Northern Cal are totally different worlds though. 7/10

Colorado: damn idk how y’all breathe there, them air is thin. But really pretty out there! 7/10

Connecticut: oh my god fuck New Haven. And Stamford, and Hartford, and— Yknow what? Let’s just toss the whole state into the Sound. For real, traffic is the WORST here and I’m so sorry that y’all gotta live like that. 3/10

Delaware: I cannot believe this is considered a state. There’s no difference between Delaware and Maryland/Pennsylvania. 1/10 should not be a state

Florida: “the only hills in Florida are the highway ramps and the Matterhorn!” —the shuttle driver at Disney World. He was right. Shit is flat as fuck here. And hot. And humid. The Gulf Coast is nice? But tbh it’s just all very touristy which is kind of a bummer. 5/10

Georgia: ...I can’t with the humidity or thinly veiled racism. But y’all got nice peaches! Also Black Panther filmed there so thank you for blessing us with that. 6/10 for fruits

Hawaii: okay pineapple farms are cool. Tbh I just feel really bad for how much mainlander/tourist bs all the islanders put up with. Ik price of living is v high and keeps going up. That said I did love Hawaii... although I was stung by a jellyfish. Hate those little bastards. 8/10 for wonderful people and nature

Idaho: as an Oregonian I’m required to also say fuck Idaho 😝 you da hoes. Okay for real tho southern Idaho has become v white white and kinda scary tbh. The northern part of the state is pretty chill tho. Also Oreida kettle chips are partly made in Idaho so I gotta give you half credit for that. 4/10

Illinois: at least you’re not Indiana. 4/10.

Indiana: I never want to step foot in Gary, Indiana again in my life. (Passed a Mack truck hauling a race car to Indy 500 though so that was cool.) 2/10

Iowa: I almost moved here. I’m so glad I didn’t. Why are the Quad Cities actually a group of five towns? I hate that. Also the roads were all cement, felt like driving on a sidewalk. Was also interesting because the second we got out of the city proper, it was just... corn fields everywhere. 2/10 y’all raising children of the corn.

Kentucky: I really don’t have anything to say about Kentucky. I thought the trees were pretty? 5/10 yeah idk

Maine: my relative has totaled two cars by hitting moose in Maine. Maine scares me. Or rather, the moose do. Also the lobster roll hype is real. And the coast truly is beautiful. 8/10 but an extra point for the moose bc I hate that relative so 9/10

Maryland: oh god Baltimore. Also I’m blaming you for the DC traffic because it’s on the land you gifted them. 3/10

Massachusetts: Patriots fans are the worst NFL fans (the racism is real, especially after fans burned the jerseys of Black players who knelt for the anthem). Liking Dunkin’ Donuts is not a personality trait. The North End in Boston is truly the best place to get pizza in the entire country. Western Mass is not the same state. And the Cape Cod bridges give me nightmares. 5/10 but cause I had to pay taxes two years and it really is Taxachusetts, knocking it down to 4/10

Michigan: it’s a lot bigger than I initially thought. 5/10

Minnesota: it’s Canada but in the US. Pretty driving through the southern part. Cops suck tho. 5/10

Montana: okay Montana is downright gorgeous. (Except Billings. Sorry, Billings.) I must include a photo. I wanna get a cabin here and just exist. 8/10

New Hampshire: can’t decide if it hates Massachusetts or wants to be Massachusetts. All it knows is that it’s better than Vermont. Which... y’know, valid. (If you wanna see NH culture watch North Woods Law tbh). 4/10

New Jersey: why are there so many goddamn highways in this state? Also there are more places to weekend trip than the Shore or the Poconos. Although you do have people pump gas for you just like Oregon, so... that’s valid. Things my friends have added: Newark airport is cursed (valid), the jughandles are nightmares (true), pork roll/Taylor Ham is good and so are bagels and New Jersey pizza (allergic so idk), and everyone is split on whether the shore is actually decent or not 😂 I give it a 3.5/10 out of spite

New York: NYC is fun, Upstate is MASSIVE but really beautiful. Long Island is... yeah I don’t have anything nice to say about Long Island. 8/10 For NYC, 6/10 for Upstate, -2/10 for Long Island, gives us an average of 6/10

North Carolina: very good peaches. Isn’t South Carolina. Keep it up👍🏽 6/10

Ohio: I already told y’all how I feel about this flat ass boring state. I feel no need to slander it any more lmao. 3/10

Oregon: she flies with her own wings, mi amor🥰 to list all the reasons I like Oregon (and the issues too bc it ain’t perfect), I would need a whole other post. I’ll just leave you with this picture I took of Mt. Hood, the queen of our Cascades. 11/10

Pennsylvania: so apparently PN is three states hiding in a trench coat like NY. There’s upstate, philly and Pittsburg. Personally I think they’re just trying too hard and wanna get the same recognition as NY. Meh. 5/10

Rhode Island: THIS FUCKIN SHAM OF A STATE Just merge it with Connecticut and be done with it!! It’s tiny. Providence sucks. There’s nothing unique about this state that you can’t find in Southern Mass (except MA has cheaper taxes so y’all come to work and shop in MA anyways smh). Also the fingers are really annoying to drive down to get to some beach areas haha. 2/10 you’re barely better than Delaware.

South Carolina: my Black father was invited to a party celebrating General Robert E Lee’s birthday. So... 0/10

South Dakota: very gorgeous, didn’t realize the Missouri River went this far west, but VERY LARGE. I mean it looks big on a map but then you get there and... yeah. No speed limit on highways is a great time though. And the Badlands have mountain goats! 6/10 bc while pretty, living there seems really hard. (Picture is me in the Badlands).

Texas: gave us Juneteenth and Beyoncé and JJ Watts. Thank you Texas. But is very big, got independence from Mexico to keep slavery (yikes), is like 97% private land (yikes) and is like the second or third largest state. Very big. That said, everyone I’ve ever met from Texas is lovely. 6/10.

Utah: Other than Idaho, this is the whitest state I’ve been to. Or it feels that way. Like a, the people crossed to the other side of the street and held their bags because I’m brown, state. And I don’t ski so I can’t even say that’s a good thing (I fell off the ski lift the one time I went, long story). Yeah 0/10.

Vermont: wants to be New Hampshire or Canada and can’t decide which. So it’s just kinda there. Pretty hills though. 3/10

Virginia: let’s be real we all forget that Virginia exists west of Richmond. Nova is a beauracratic and traffic nightmare and half our neighbors had to pass security clearance checks. Hampton Roads and beach area is a tourist and mosquito nightmare. But there were dolphins and I made snowmen on the beach. Good times. 6.7/10

Washington: again, legally required as an Oregon resident to say fuck Washington because it’s all your fault we now are getting a toll on the I-5 border. But you’re better than California. And the Sound is really cool for fishing, love Wicked Tuna. And the fish market. Best salmon I’ve had. Eastern Washington... y’all got Spokane but the rest is kinda sparse. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 8/10

Wisconsin: cheese is actually good. Again, pretty state, much larger than I initially thought. 7/10

Wyoming: this was the ONLY STATE I lost cell service in when diriving cross country. Kinda surprised it wasn’t Montana, but no, it was Wyoming. Views are gorgeous though so I was distracted either way. 4/10

Thank you for joining me on this cross-country edition of Tea Time with Hawk. Please respond with any reactions, corrections, addendums about any and all of the states mentioned. And thank you for taking part in this wholesome Clone Wars fandom discourse with me 🥰💕

DISCLAIMER: THESE RATINGS ARE ALL A JOKE PLEASE DO NOT ACTUALLY GET MAD ABOUT IT

[palettes-and-prompts]

June Bingo Card!

1) Every time something mildly inconvenient happens to A they play Fix You by Coldplay and lay in the floor in a ball and B's tired of it. 2) A finds out B and C watched too many romance movies because they're watching them standing outside in the summer rain reenacting the rain scene from the Notebook. (Bonus if A films it and puts it up on YouTube and that's how they get end up getting famous.) 3) A and B hate each other but when their friends play a terrible prank on them and hire an actor to scare them with a fake gun B jumps in front of A without hesitation, shielding them with their entire body. When it's revealed it's only a squirt gun and that none of it's real A asks why B jumped in front of them and B's struggling to come up with an answer. 4) A drives an ice cream truck, and B's the idiot on their bike following them who heard there was only one Sponge bob ice cream left. A doesn't see them but when B is screaming at the top of their lungs that they'll follow them to the end of the earth for the last ice cream they finally stop. A tells them they're an idiot but appreciates that they go after what they want. B proceeds to tell them that they didn't really follow them for the ice cream and tells them they actually just really like the person selling them. 5) "Look at them, just fucking going at that watermelon, I want someone to eat me like that." "For fuck's sake, we are at a Christian barbecue. We already have two strikes because of you. This is the one day a year I get Linda's pie. If you ruin this for me I will obliterate you." 6) A and B crash a funeral for the free food but it turns out they know the person who died and know they'd never die the way they did. They team up and end up doing some detective work to try and solve their murder. 7) A tells everyone they're a shark and they immediately think of Shark Tank, but they're actually just a shark. Just a fuckin, full on fish. And no one believes them until they get in the water and people start screaming. (Bonus if they get very offended when people go "Ahhh! Shark!") 8) A followed a different workout routine and ends up with a bigger butt than they intended and B can't stop staring at it. 9) A and B are friends but don't look to much into each other's love life, but when A starts hanging around someone twice their age, Person C, they get incredibly interested in their relationship and find themselves asking question to others about it. When no one has answers they confront A about it who dodges the question and tells them it's none of their business, which only makes them more curious to the point where they just confront C who's very embarrassed by the question but just stutters an excuse to leave. B starts to get jealous of how much time A spends with C and eventually confronts the two about what their relationship is. (Bonus if they're just working together for a surprise for B) 10) A is invited to a fancy ball. They show up alone and end up seeing that their sworn enemy, Person B, got an invite too. They're pissed but they decide to avoid them and have a good time. But they soon find out B doesn't wanna leave A alone and is constantly by their side, ruining their entire night and asking them to dance. They tell B they'll give them one dance if they leave them alone for the rest of the night. They agree and Person B is a really good dancer, so good in fact that people stop to watch them dance and Person A ends up chatting more with them, figuring out they've got more in common than they thought. 11) "I love boats, I hope I die on a boat." "Keep talking and you might get your wish." 12) A and B are chillin in a field just enjoying the warm air and blue skies until a giant bird lands beside them and request their assistance in the other realm. They both get on and soon find out they've been tasked with saving the world from an evil wizard. They don't think there's anything they can do but when they're in the realm they discover they have magic and abilities they didn't know they had. 13) Reverse a song. If it's a happy summer song make it sad and if it's a sad summer song make it happy. 14) A and B get drunk for the first time and play dance dance revolution and eat plenty of food before ending up in C's bed napping. 15) "Jesus, be careful! I thought you died when you fell off that cliff and hit your head." "I knew I'd be fine. I heard your voice the whole time. I thought, either I'm alive or this is definitely hell." 16) A and B accidentally do a murder and are now on the run. While on the run they break down and admit to each other that they liked killing people and they decide to do it again. They live for the feeling but decide to make some rules so they're not caught. Things get complicated when they end up killing a cop. 17) A robs a jewelry store and can't bring themselves to kill B behind the counter so they take them with them and tie them up. B tells A they'll be caught but A doesn't listen. They two end up on a long road trip and learn a lot about each other, including the reason why A needed to rob the store in the first place. B feels bad and wants to help them, no lying, no running, just helping. A unties them and leaves them alone to run, but when B doesn't run they ask why they stayed and B tells them they don't have anything to go back to. The two slowly become each other's person and grow even closer, but A refuses to do anything with them claiming it's just Stockholm syndrome and that they don't actually want them. They tell B to leave, but B ends up robbing a store without them and comes back with more diamonds and jewels to help. A calls them crazy but thanks them and B tells them they want to go with them. A allows it and they soon become top diamond thieves. 18) After spending the whole summer being together A and B have to part ways. When A turns out to be B's college professor things get awkward. 19) "How could you possibly get your head stuck in that?" "Very carefully." 20) "Yeah, mom, A and I are having some fun. Nothing like some sun, sand, and-" "Person B! I think a fish just swam up my butthole." "...I'm gonna have to call you back." 21) "Let's go camping!" "You're fucking high if you think I'm going to sleep on the fucking ground next to you while you snore all night and I panic at every sound." "What if we camp in the back yard?" "What if we sleep in our own warm beds?" 22)A and B do it in a car near the river when they get drunk. When they wake up they both realize they were not having sex with the person they thought they were having sex with. (Bonus if it's the best sex they've ever had so they don't wanna stop doing it again and again.) 23) "I did it! I won, eat shit, loser." "For the last time, just because you can shit fifty four pennies, doesn't mean you're a winner. Means you're stupid and you're still missing six more pennies." "Ooh, not for long, I can feel it coming." "You're disgusting." "You still love me!" 24) A is a ballet dancer and B is a boxer. 25) A and B decide to drop everything one day to help return a missing cat. When they catch up to the cat they find a dead body. The police say they're investigating but don't do much so A and B decide to solve the murder by themselves and soon figure out that this person had a lot of enemies who wanted them dead, including most of the police force.

I’ve almost got everything in my inbox completed, hopefully I can post all of it tomorrow. Sorry it’s taking so long!

[plasticbullet]

BET YOU WON'T ANSWER THEM ALL

1: Full name

I've gotten creepy messages on here so I'm gonna keep that private lol

2: Age

27

3: 3 Fears

Abandonment, driving by semi-trucks, bugs

4: 3 things I love

Music, coffee, nature

5: 4 turn ons

Sense of humor, intelligence, height, big hands.. happy trails are sexy

6: 4 turn offs

If they're rude, judgy, closed-minded, or act fake

7: My best friend

Tammy

8: Sexual orientation

Straight

9: My best first date

I have no idea honestly. First dates are always weird

10: How tall am I

5′5″

11: What do I miss

Not having anxiety, traveling, when my boobs were bigger

12: What time was I born

11:30 pm

13: Favourite color

Yellow, green, blue

14: Do I have a crush

It’s more than a crush, but yes

15: Favourite quote

"This is cracking me out" - my kid

16: Favourite place

The forest, Havasupai, California

17: Favourite food

Just about anything Italian. Or with a lot of cheese

18: Do I use sarcasm

Pretty often

19: What am I listening to right now

Wind blowing through the window. It’s like 65 degrees here I love it

20: First thing I notice in a new person

If they seem nice or not

21: Shoe size

7 or 7.5 depending on the shoes

22: Eye color

Blue

23: Hair color

Reddish dark blonde

24: Favourite style of clothing

Grungy but hot

25: Ever done a prank call? Yes

27: Meaning behind my URL

I’ve answered this a couple times before, I’m too lazy

28: Favourite movie

Peanut Butter Falcon

29: Favourite song

All the ones that make me feel things the most

30: Favourite band

A Day to Remember, Brand New

31: How I feel right now

Relaxed

32: Someone I love

My son

33: My current relationship status

In something

34: My relationship with my parents

They’re cool

35: Favourite holiday

Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing I have

Treble clef on the back of my neck, pierced ears

37: Tattoos and piercing I want

I’m good for now! Maybe more one day

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

I don’t even know, I’ve used this shit off and on since I was 16

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? Nope!

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Yep

41: Have you ever kissed the last person you texted?

Nope

42: When did I last hold hands?

Held hands with my son today

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Like 20 minutes

44: Have you shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes

45: Where am I right now? In my room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

Probably one of my friends lol

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

Loud unless I’m sleepyy

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No

49: Am I excited for anything? 🎄🎄🎄

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

Yepp I think so

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

Sometimes if I don't want my kid to sense my stress. Or during boring conversations

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

Today

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

🤷🤷🤷

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

I don’t think so

55: What is something I disliked about today?

I was super sleepy, slept until some stressy dreams woke me up, and can't go back to sleep 🙃

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

That guy from My Octopus Teacher

57: What do I think about most?

People I love, things I have to do, and the randomest shit imaginable

58: What’s my strangest talent?

I barely have any normal talents

59: Do I have any strange phobias? No

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind it unless I feel cute

61: What was the last lie I told?

Something about Santa to my kid

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Depends!

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I feel like ghosts are possible, our energy could keep existing in some ways after our body dies who knows. Aliens exist for sure. Just not anywhere near our planet imo

64: Do I believe in magic? No

65: Do I believe in luck? I believe in good karma

66: What’s the weather like right now?

Kinda chilly/breezy but nice

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

Read Fox in Socks to my kid

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? No

69: Do I have any nicknames? Kind of

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

One time a horse stepped on my foot and it was bruised for months lol

71: Do I spend money or save it? Both

72: Can I touch my nose with my tongue?

Noo! I just tried though hahah

73: Is there anything pink 10 feet from me?

A crayon

74: Favourite animal? Sloths but I love all animals

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

Sleeping surprisingly

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

I can't think of anyone I hate enough to make a good joke out of this

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

Colorado Symphony version of The Stable Song by Gregory Alan Isakov

78: How can you win my heart?

Good conversations, make me laugh, show me you care, show me good music, etc

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

Nice things, I don't know lol

80: What is my favorite word? Fuck

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

I ♥️ all the ones I follow

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

Realistically I would have a panic attack and say something stupid 😂

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I know of!

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

Maybe the power to pause time so I could sleep or do whatever for however long I want without wasting any time. Or maybe the ability to teleport

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Idk I can't think of one

86: What is my current desktop picture?

It’s the default one, I don’t go on it very often lol

87: Had sex? Yes

88: Bought condoms? No the guys always did that

89: Gotten pregnant? Yes

90: Failed a class? No

91: Kissed a boy? Yes

92: Kissed a girl? Yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yes

94: Had a job? Yes

95: Left the house without my wallet?

Yepp I used to forget it all the time

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

No I'm not a pussy ass bitch

97: Had sex in public?

If you count in a parked car, yes

98: Played on a sports team? Yes

99: Smoked weed? Yes

100: Did drugs? A while ago

101: Smoked cigarettes? Yes, quit a while ago

102: Drank alcohol? Yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

Nope! I tried one time just for fucks and it did not last long

104: Been overweight? No

105: Been underweight? Yes

106: Been to a wedding? Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

Yes. Marathons and binge sessions

109: Been outside my home country? Yes, Mexico

110: Gotten my heart broken? Yes

111: Been to a professional sports game? Yes

112: Broken a bone? Nope

113: Cut myself? Yes

114: Been to prom? Yes

115: Been in an airplane? Lots of times

116: Fly by helicopter? No

117: What concerts have I been to?

Oh fuck I know I’ll leave some out. Kelly Clarkson (don’t judge me I was 12), All Time Low, Avenged Sevenfold, Papa Roach, Blink-182, Fall Out Boy, Flogging Molly, Jason Mraz, Ed Sheeran, Atreyu, Escape the Fate, went to Warped Tour a couple times in high school so a bunch more emo bands

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? No

119: Learned another language?

A decent amount of Spanish

120: Wore make up? Frequently

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Yes

122: Had oral sex? Yes

123: Dyed my hair? Yes

124: Voted in a presidential election? Yes

125: Rode in an ambulance? No those are expensive

126: Had a surgery?

Does getting my wisdom teeth removed count

127: Met someone famous?

Saw Alice Cooper at a Cheesecake Factory one time

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

Not stalked, more like checked up on lol

129: Peed outside? On camping trips

130: Been fishing? Yes

131: Helped with charity? Yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? Probably!

133: Broken a mirror? No

134: What do I want for my birthday?

Christmas is coming first idk

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

I have one kid whose name I won’t be posting publicly, annnd I’m open to having another kid sometime in the future but not set on it. No names in mind for that lol

136: Was I named after anyone?

My parents are Catholic so they named me after St. Kieran

137: Do I like my handwriting? It’s alright idk

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?

I liked my toy horses and barbies the most probably

139: Favourite TV Show?

Idk I have lots of favorites. I've probably rewatched The Office the most out of all of them tho

140: Where do I want to live when older?

Somewhere chill, surrounded by lots of nature. Arizona doesn’t have much of that lol

141: Play any musical instrument?

I can play the piano but it’s been a while

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

One on my knee from a car accident

143: Favourite pizza topping?

I love onions on my pizzaaaa

144: Am I afraid of the dark?

No, unless I watched a scary movie or something

145: Am I afraid of heights? No

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

Got caught sneaking out when I was 15. Countless other things I can’t remember

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yep!

148: What I’m really bad at

Doing things on time, paying attention when I’m not interested in something

149: What my greatest achievements are

Having an amazing kid, got first prize in the science fair in 6th grade for gluing a fucking key finder mechanism to the back of a shoe charm (shoe finder), was on time to something once

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

Idkkk

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

Give a lot of it to some family, save a lot of it, get a new house, set aside a savings for my kid, buy a sloth or something

152: What do I like about myself

Fuck I don't know, I try my best hahah

153: My closest Tumblr friend

@spencerwithac

154: Something I fantasize about

Sex in public

155: Any question you’d like?

Nope this was plenty thank you

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Roleplay Plots and Rules

18+, I am currently 19 years old

I am the female in the plots but dont mind which gender you are

I usually do first POV but can do Third

I usually can do from 3 sentences to 3 paragraphs depending on responses

I have kik and email

Plots~~~

1. Me and you meet one night at the carnival that comes to town every year before school starts. We hit it off well— having some make out sessions and some other things. We exchange numbers and agree to go out sometime—there was undeniable chemistry that we both wanted to explore. All of that comes crashing down when I , who is a senior in high school, walks into class on the first day and finds you sitting behind the teachers desk.

2. You hear alarms go off in the city, radios turns into saying that there will be nuclear bombs coming soon. Amd tv shows turning to these screens. Being in school the principal and school board lwt us go to our family. Since i was an orphan, i just went to the store, getting some supplies, clothes and a duffel bag for all the stuff, then i put everything in and goes to the closest apartment or office. Running into it as other people run out, people on the highway, trying to find a place to go, and i gwt down on the lowest level, and goes to a room that seems good enough, knocking on the wall. Seeing if all the walls are concrete.

3. Many years later, we had a big war that were bigger than all others. And as it did, it destroyed many of our land. Making people adapt, and some didnt make it. - I was at a lake, with some bottles of water, trying to get some water to heat up and drink. Also next to me is a backpack and a baseball bat

4. I lived in a poor family, with my parents in debt so i did whatever i could to help them. So i looked for a good paying job. You were looking for a personal assistant, and i thought it’ll be okay. So i applied for the job and you wanted to interview me.

5.We were two strangers that were kidnapped. And i was tied up, having a ball gag in my mouth, music blaring from the headphones that covers my ears. I couldnt tell where i was since they also covered my eyes, leaving me defenseless in all ways. All i knew that i was tied down on a flat surface and that im n.aked.

6. I am your neighbor for a year and i am a little but ive never told anyone. I have the small town house next to you and i have a cute cat that loves to go into your backyard. So i always have to knock on your door to get her back.

7. I was one of your "girls" or what your gang likes to call us "whores". Most of them were more mature, bigger breasts and asses. I was more petite and was picked on more by the other girls and guys. You were the leader of the group. I couldnt tell if you ever liked me around but one day you snapped at an other girl for pushing me on the ground.

8. It was a year after everything collapsed, government, police, economy. There were some communities and it was lucky for someone to move into community without any suspicions. There was a group that would kidnap people in an area. Where they take the victims, it wasnt really known. It was a high school that looks lifeless. There were wooden boards up on every window. There mustve been insulation so no one can hear what happens in it. There were mostly women that were the victims. The men would make the women work, separating peas from the leaves or stitch up clothes, and fullfill their se.xual favors. Some women were older with others and when they find no use for a woman they will take her to a random place and leaves her there. Making sure that the woman is far away from the site.

9. It was during a war. Men came through our town, sirens going off and yelling. I was young, 16, moving with my mother as soldiers pointed us the direction of where to go. We load up on trucks, not knowing if we were going to live. As we are being transported, gun fire goes off and my mother covers me, making me lay down as her body covers me. Men start yelling then shoot again, now at us. I hear screaming and gun fire. Then nothing.

10. You lived on your own but you wanted to visit us. I am your little sister, still in high school and living with mom and dad. You were out of the house for acouple of months.The thing is that mom had her schedule switched so she is gone most nights and dad took advantage of that. You called mom that you were coming over. She was so happy and so was I. Dad wasnt happy or looking like it since it would now be harder for him to take advantage of me.

11. I walk into the town, deserted with rusted cars, weeds growing on the sidewalk and dogs roaming around. I quickly move around, not wanting a bad group to find their way to me. I have a backpack, duct taped boots, hoodie, sweatpants and a bat with me. My hair was always up, I couldnt have it in my face, i needed to watch for things coming my way. I turned a corner hoping to find a supermarket so I can get some canned food.

12. You love going to your favorite restaurant, it is cheap but also great food. You knew mostly all the staff except the new server. She is following around another server, getting a feel for her role. They come around to you and she starts with her lines. "Hello, welcome to Anthony's Diner, is there anything I can get you started with?" I say nervously.

13. We are both in college, you are 2 years ahead of me. I just started and you always tease me when we pass each other since we are step siblings. We got an apartment together, since it was easier. There is a party tomorrow and you hear me talking to my friends about going.

Please message if interested

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I Fucking Hate Brunch. The world will be a better place if I could convince you to feel the same way.

All you upper middle class Jeep driving girls can go ahead and put your gun back in its holster because I know you’re feeling attacked by this post right off the bat. I want you to read the argument I’m about to present to you with a clear head because if everything goes as planned, I’m about to rock your shit with how valid my opinion is on this subject, and I want you to be in a good headspace to take all of this in.

Ah brunch, a genius concept at first glance. A perfectly plated visual masterpiece, one filter away from landing on your insta story, delivered to you at a time that acknowledges and accepts your constitutional right to suck down a tanker truck full of alcohol the night before. No more pulling up to a greasy diner in your friends sweatpants for some scrambled eggs. Every classy restaurant in town is now opening their doors at 11 AM so you and your friends can get drunk before noon in a place that had the funds to pay an interior designer. 

Well you know what else looked like a genius concept at first glance? Mortgage backed securities baby! And those suckers single handedly butt fucked the entire economy when you were like eight. I’m not saying that is in the cards with brunch, but I’m also not saying it’s not.

I’m actually an expert on this subject, as I have brunched it up in seven different countries and served this beloved meal at three different restaurants. And yeah, I know chomping down those pancakes in the upper righthand corner of this picture makes me a hypocrite, but the title of this post isn’t “I fucking hate hypocrisy”, is it?  

(you might have to click the title to keep reading. I’m not about to relearn html to fix this)

Diner Perspective

As a diner, I know that the brunch is a classic case of “expectation vs. reality”. You wake up at like noon. Try desperately to make something cute out of your dry skin, smudged eyeliner and greasy hair from the night before. You fail miserably. Then you put on some clothes that typically reside in that rarely touched “darty-wear” section of your closet. When you pull up and sit down at the restaurant, you can’t help but feeling a little bit ridiculous. The waitress is sitting there wearing an apron and nonslip shoes and you are wearing giant star earings. There are like, old people scattered throughout the place as well. Their faces makes it pretty clear that your footwear choice of wedges was in fact, not super appropriate. Once you sit down, you realize how fucking thirsty you are. You start taking down glasses of water at an embarrassing speed and feel kind of bad that your waitress has filled your glass three times before you have even ordered.

Oh yeah ordering. You were so busy rehydrating your kidneys that you have no idea what you want when the waitress comes back to the table the third time so you order something stupid and kinda out of your price range. Either that, or your eyes are way bigger than your stomach and before you know it there are 5 plates and three drinks sitting in front of you. Whoever drank the least the night before whips out the classic “so ladies are we drinking” and now, thanks to that bitch, you have a mimosa on your bill too. 

You eat a solid two-thirds of your food and suck down all of your drinks. You and your friends do a baseline rehash of the night and realize that you have little left to talk about. Because you like, already talked about it last night. Meanwhile, your hangover is hitting its peak and you would really rather go to the bathroom and pull trig than take another bite of eggs benny but shit! You can’t. Because of the judgy old people. You sit there and dream of when you can go the fuck home and lay down after this. 

Oh here comes the best part! The bill! Thirty five fucking dollars you have to be joking. I could buy an eighth for that much. I sure as hell would get more use out of it. And I have to tip this waitress! it’s not like she turned on the ol’ razzle dazzle or anything. She literally just asked what we wanted and brought it to the table. Fuck this shit. “How much are you guys tipping? $5? Cool me too.” 

Server Perspective 

How the fuck is it already 9 AM. I feel like I slept for five minutes. Probably because I want to sleep at 5 AM. I can’t believe I have to work this fucking shift. I literally texted every single other server before I went out last night asking for a cover and no one responded. I worked thirteen hours yesterday with no break. I’m not even sure this is legal. Do I need this job? One of my friends made a lot of money as like a cam girl. Maybe I could do that. I’ve got pretty nice boobs. Wait no people might look me up and see them when I’m applying to grad school. Okay I’m getting up. 

Good thing I’m still wearing my makeup from the night before bc I’m not trying to sit here and beat my face right now. Shit my uniform is literally disgusting from sweating for thirteen hours yesterday. Dryer sheet and a 10 minute run in the dryer and she’ll be good to go. Hair...going in a top knot. Alright lets take some Advil and get this bread.

“You know you’re late, right?” “Yeah I’m really sorry I forgot my apron and had to run home and grab it”. Fuck off idiot. I may be late but at least I graduated high school. Holy shit why has no on done any side work? I’m literally going to be sitting here making coffee, syrups, ketchups, toast, sweet tea, lemons and place settings for the next hour to make all of $2.13.

Oh yes the first customer is here. It’s the boy I made out with at DKE freshman year and his entire extended family. And they’re sitting in my section. Can’t wait for his grandparents and dad to emotionally abuse me while his mom insists on making six to eight substitutions to whatever she orders. The chef is going to literally throw hot grease in my face when I put in this complicated order. If you could even call him a chef. He’s just one of the line cooks that gets screwed into making omelets and microwaving food from the night before every Saturday and Sunday morning, as if it’s some kind of promotion. I need to get these rich people drunk or there is no way they are tipping me shit. Read them the brunch drink specials. Make sure to lock eyes with the women when you are describing our specialty mimosas. Phew they ordered $150 worth of drinks. That’ll be enough money to justify half-assing the rest of this shift until I can go home and smoke a bowl to forget what I just went through. Oh the white girls at table 46 only tipped me $5 a piece? Shocking. Could give a damn.

If you did not relate to this post whatsoever and are still clinging to your fantasies of brunch being “like the best meal ever invented”, you my friend, are too far gone. There is no way a working class girl like me had any chance of getting through to you in the first place. I sincerely apologize for wasting your time. For the rest of you, I hope we all learned something today. And that the next time the topic of brunch comes up in the group-chat, you will make the noble suggestion that we just cook the cinnamon rolls in the fridge.

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Her Secrets 13 Pt 1 | 13RW Series

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This is Part 1 of 2 Parts of Chapter 13

"Are you packed girl?" Jess asks. "Yes, I'm ready," I tell her for the hundredth time since the start of the day. 

Jeff's hand finds mine under the table, my palms always tingle at the touch. Jess just gives me a smile, knowing Jeff and I are holding hands. I roll my eyes and half smile knowing why she's smiling at me. "Jeff, my dad wants to talk to you before we go," I tell Jeff in more of a whisper so Scott doesn't hear me. Jeff smiles at me with his gorgeous, pearly, white smile. "Of course." He says out loud. I look to Scott and he just looks at me with his big green eyes, his eyes have a sense of sadness in them. We really haven't talked since our kiss last Friday. A little small talk here and there during the first period, but that's it really. I just half smile at him; he does the same. My eyes divert from Scott's to Chloe's, she gives me a dirty look. I roll my eyes at that. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," I announce to the table. -- I walk out of the stall to see Chloe standing there looking at her reflection in the mirror. "YN, I tried to be your friend, I really did, but now you better stay away from Scott." She threatened. "Or what?" I cross my arms, squaring up to the 'most popular girl' in school. "I'll tell everyone your secret," she whispered. My heart instantly sank into my stomach. She walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there looking at my ghostly reflection. I turn sideways. My shirts are becoming a lot tighter on me. I huff and pull myself together and walk out, the bell rings, so I just walk back to class. "So Chloe left the table right after you announced that you were leaving. Weird right?" Jess asks. I have to play it off like she didn't just threaten to tell my biggest secret to the whole group and ruin my life even more than it is. "Yeah very," I respond. "You have no idea how excited I am for this week," Jess says with a smile. I smile back, "me too." In reality, I'm scared to death for this week. Especially since I know Chloe knows my biggest secret. -- "Hey YNN, Jeff's here." My dad yells up the stairs. I quickly pull my sweatshirt over my belly and make sure no one can notice how much weight I've gained. I went to the doctor on Wednesday, I've gained 7 pounds since I moved here, and I'm 16 weeks, which is almost 4 months. Finally out of the sickness stage, now on to hungry, hungry hippo stage. My shorts can barely button anymore. "Coming!" I yell from my bedroom. I smile, "remember bugs, I'm a normal teenager this week." I smile to my bump and rub it. "I love you." I grab my phone and stuff it in the back pocket of my jean shorts. -- "So Jeff, if anything happens you can call me," my dad hands Jeff back his phone. I smile at the two men in front of me. "Look at my dad being all protective of his little girl." I hug my dad. "I'll always be protective." My dad admits. "I'll be fine dad, I'm only an hour away." I smile up at my dad. "I know, go have fun guys, love you YNN." My dad ushers us out of the front door. Jeff has my suitcase in his hand. "Love you too dad." "Bye Jeff." My dad says to Jeff. I instantly smile up at Jeff. "Bye YDN." Jeff smiles and waves back to my dad. Jeff puts my suitcase in the bed of his truck and helps me up in it. "Thanks," I say as he shuts the passenger door. "Alright, Jess and Justin are at Justin's, so let's go get them and then we'll be off to the lake house," Jeff tells me the plan. "Sounds good." I put my hand into Jeff's. Just this little gesture, makes me feel so safe like no one is going to find out my secret this week. -- An hour and a half later, we finally reach the lake house. It's the lake house, that he pointed out to me a month and a half prior. The rest of the group followed us from Justin's house. "So sleeping arrangements?" Justin asks as he puts his arm around Jess. "I was thinking since there are 4 bedrooms, Me, YNN, and Justin in one room..." I instantly cut her off, "um, not trying to be mean but I don't really want to listen to you and Justin all night, every night we are here." Everyone erupts in laughter. "Okay, so how about us girls in one room, and the guys can choose whoever they want to bunk with." I shrug, sounds good, except for the part I'm sleeping in the same room as the girl who threatened me to stay away from her ex. "Okay." We all settle in for the night. -- DREAM I'm sitting on the dock, I look back to see Scott standing there with a smile watching me. "Hi," he said as he took a seat next to me. "Hi," I said back. "YN, can I tell you that I really like you and I will probably never forgive Chloe for what she just did." I look down at my hands. "It's okay Scott, I knew it was going to come out eventually." -- I abruptly sat up, trying to catch my breath. Tears instantly filled my eyes. I look at the clock with my hazy eyes, '6:30'. The sun barely rising over the horizon. My feet hit the hardwood floor beneath me, I shuffle downstairs. I make myself a cup of coffee, and make my way down to the dock. The exact dock where my dream just took place. I look to notice the house still dark, so I take a second to talk to my belly. "Bugs, I'm trying so hard to stay strong and try to be normal, but I don't know if I can do this much longer. I love you so much, maybe I need to come clean, but I'm so scared bugs. The first time since last summer, I feel safe, I feel like I belong. I need this, I need to be normal." I rub my fingers over my ever-growing bump. It's smaller in the morning, so I don't think anyone can tell, but it's getting to the point of my dad told me he can tell I've gotten bigger. I'm so scared to lose my friends. I look back to see if anyone in the house is awake yet, and I see Chloe standing there on the patio. I roll my eyes as my heart rate increases. I really hope she didn't just hear everything I said to my baby. I act like everything is fine, "good morning Chloe," I sip on my coffee as I walk back in the house to see everyone up. "Wow everyone is up early," I comment as I walk into the living room. "We were going out to eat this morning, you want to go?" Jeff asks. "Sure." I shrug as I walk back upstairs to change from my pajamas. I walk into the attached bathroom, I change into some tan shorts, with a white tank top, and a pink jacket. My belly just pudging out a little bit. I'm not changing! -- We all get to this little diner, that we passed on the way up here. They supposedly have the best pancakes in all of California. "Let's see if the sign is right?" I laugh as I sunk into the booth looking at a menu with Jeff right next to me. "So what looks good?" Jeff asks me, "the pancakes, I might get the 4 stacks of blueberry ones." "Dang someone is hungry." I just shrug his comment off. "I can't help it, I'm hungry," I smirk at him. He just shakes his head with his half smirk. I notice a little stumble coming from his cheek, his hair is a little ruffled from the night before. Scott and Chloe's conversation catches everyone's in the group's attention. "Can't you see it? I love you," Chloe's eyes shine with tears, "I have for so long, but you can't see it. You're my best friend, and you can read me so well, but you've been blind to me ever since YN got here. Over and over, you choose YN instead of me." She looks down at her black flip-flops and speaks quietly again, "you have no idea how many 11:11 wishes, shooting star wishes, and just plain wishes I have used on you. Yet you talk about YN to me constantly. Haven't you noticed that I hesitate each time you ask me who I like now? It's because I'm so tempted to just tell you, but I know you won't care." She looks up at him and tried to meet his gaze with her big blue, teary eyes but his green eyes look away. She gets up and runs out of the diner. Everyone looks at Scott and me. I shrink into myself. Jeff's arm finds my waist, "it's okay." He whispered in my hear. I really hope so, Jeff. -- We all arrive back at the house. The guys go out to the lake, me and Jess change into our swimsuits, but I realize my bump is really noticeable, especially since I just ate 4 gigantic blueberry pancakes. So I change back into what I was wearing just without the jacket. "Why aren't you wearing your bikini I picked out?" Jess asked as I walk out in the room. "I just didn't like the way it fits." I lie. I loved the way it fit, I looked so cute with my baby bump, but I didn't want everyone to see my bump. "Oh okay, well I guess I'll just tan by myself," Jess says with a fake sad face. I just smile at my best friend and roll my eyes. "I'll be out there with you," I say. "Okay," she shrugs. "I'll meet you out there," I say as I walk back into the bathroom, I quickly go to the bathroom and make my way outside. My eyes instantly go to Jeff, I've never seen him shirtless before, but oh my, this guy reminds me of like a Greek god. I see Jeff wink and I roll my eyes as I smile at him. He just chuckles and goes back to fishing off the dock. "I'm hungry," I say after a couple hours of being outside and taking a short nap. "We'll start cooking," Jeff says more to the guys. I smile at him. "Thanks, eff," I walk over to him and I kiss his cheek. "I'm surprised you can reach my cheek," eff smirks. "I'm not that short!" I exclaim. - We finish our dinner. "So I'm so glad everyone is here," Chloe stands up from the group. I look at her. I get an uneasy feeling with her actions. "So I have an announcement, well it's not mine but it's YNN's but she wanted me to tell everyone because she's just too scared." I look at her with horror in my eyes. Eyes move from me to Chloe. I feel like I'm going to be sick, I know she's going to tell everyone. Everyone looks back to me confused. "You wonder why she never drinks alcohol, she is always hungry, or she's always tired, or why she's gained weight since she's moved here, it's because she's pregnant." I burst out crying, I started running. I couldn't stop my legs at the moment. My legs feel like they did when my dad told me he was leaving. They won't stop. "Chloe, you're a bitch!" I hear Jessica spit venom at her. My legs can't handle the pressure anymore, and I collapse in the sand, my teary eyes look out to the lake. "YN.." Jess approaches with caution. I look to her with nothing but tears in my eyes, she embraces me and just holds me in the sand. We sit there like that for about 5 minutes. "YNN, you're okay." I look at her trying to calm sobs. "YNN, so what if you're pregnant? You still have me, you'll always have me." "But what about Jeff? Everything is ruined." Jess just smiles at my words, "what?" I question why she is smiling while I'm having a literal breakdown. "It seems like you finally made your choice." I looked at her with a strange look. "What do you mean?" "You only said Jeff's name, you didn't say anything about Scott."

[whiskynottea]

The Ripple Effect

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

AO3

T/W: Major character death.

Chapter 21. Faith

I opened my eyes to see the two paramedics next to me, and I vaguely realized that I was in an ambulance. The siren was loud, hurried.

I felt dizzy. The pain vibrated through my body, making me want to curl up and cry.

I looked around, searching for Jamie, but he was nowhere to be found. I closed my eyes and thought of his crooked smile, of his slanted eyes full of love.

The image of his body taking the crash’s impact flashed in front of my eyes, pushing every happy memory away.

I passed out again.

--

The hospital corridors around me were familiar, but their sterility seeped in my body; cold, hostile, unsafe. I shouldn’t be in a hospital. Not again.

The stretcher I lay on was moving fast, so fast that the stuff jogged around it to keep up with me.

I ran a hand over my crotch.

Blood. Fresh, crimson.

Not again. Please, please, not again.

I gripped the hand that grasped the stretcher close to mine. It belonged to a bony and tall nurse, her lips a thin line on her face.

“No,” I pleaded. “Not yet. It’s too soon.”

She gave me a compassionate look and nodded, her eyebrows knit together. “I ken, lass.”

She knew. And yet, I could tell by the look in her eyes that there was nothing she could do. There was nothing I could do.

I heard Jamie’s voice in my mind, telling me to have faith. I set my jaw and swallowed hard.

“My husband?” I asked. “He was with me,” I added, tugging at her sleeve when she didn’t turn to look at me.

“He hasna arrived yet,” she said, matter-of-fact. The policeman who called us asked for three ambulances. The other two are still on the way.”

Jamie in an ambulance, away from me. Separated, unable to give solace to each other.

He had to be safe, to come back to me as soon as he could. I needed to grasp his hand and listen to his deep voice keeping the fears at bay. I needed him more than ever, and yet, he wasn’t there.

I started panicking. I was alone, and I couldn’t feel Faith.

“My baby,” I whispered, placing my bloody hands on my belly. “My baby isn’t moving.”

The nurse’s lips had almost disappeared from her pale face, and she looked at me though exhausted eyes, clad in black circles. “We’re taking ye for an ultrasound right now.”

I took a deep breath, and the hospital’s scent invaded my nostrils like an old friend. It seemed to mock me for my failure, for lying on the stretcher instead of running next to it.

The exam room was quiet, dimly lit. The gel on my belly, cold. My side, empty. Jamie was supposed to stand there, by my side, as he had always done.

I fixed my eyes on the screen, waiting.

The black and white recording of the ultrasound had the image of my daughter. Still there, and a bit bigger than I remembered. Curled up, with a tiny fist next to her heart.

Her silent heart.

I clenched my own hands in fists, waiting, hearing my heart beating alone in my body. All alone, waiting for hers.

It couldn’t be. The ultrasound machine might be broken, the volume too low.

The time passed, but there was no movement, no sound. The examination room was enfolded in an eerie silence.

A heart in the making, with millions of beats waiting ahead, hushed abruptly. A muscle that didn’t contract, leaving stalled blood in her veins and arteries.

“Come on baby,” I pleaded, my tears blurring the picture on the monitor. I brushed them furiously away, afraid I would lose the tiny movement that would confirm that my girl was still alive.

A buzzing filled my ears, thousand of wasps around me, their stings painful on my body. And yet, I felt nothing inside. I didn’t want to feel, to think. I didn’t want to accept the realization that was forced upon me.

This wasn’t happening. I had promised to keep her safe. I had told her all would be okay.

The same tired, sympathetic nurse led me to a room, helped me settle on the bed, and administered an IV. Finally, she patted my shoulder with a sorrowful smile. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said.

I looked at her, lost. My loss. It couldn’t be.

“Dinna hesitate to ring for help.” Her voice was soft and tender, but I felt it coming from miles away. “My name is Crook. Just press the button and I’ll come promptly.”

I nodded, and instinctively ran a hand on my belly. Still there, still full. As if nothing had happened.

I felt exhausted. With my hand still on my belly, waiting to feel Faith, I succumbed to sleep.

--

I woke up in the darkness, my dream still fresh in my memory. Faith had woken me, kicking like a wee fiend. I turned to tell her Da, but he wasn’t there.

Neither was our bedroom. The soft light on the hospital’s white walls blew the dream away. Faith hadn’t kicked.

I waited in silence, barely breathing so I wouldn’t miss her move. But it never came.

My baby was still. My girl’s heart had gone quiet. The ultrasound monitor was working properly.

The only thing I heard was my own heart, breaking. A smashing sound, filling the world with tiny pieces that crashed on to the walls and fell on the floor, ensuring that the shards would never be mended again.

A cry left my lungs before I realized it. It was guttural, inhuman. It tore my throat, running through the hospital corridors, trying to find a way out – to the sky. To her.

But she was too far away to listen.

My womb was full, and yet, I was empty. My soul was lost, somewhere between a baby kick and a cry I would never listen to. I could still sense her, curled up, silent, featherlight. And yet, she wasn’t there.

I had lost Faith, and with her I lost a part of myself.

Sobs started wracking my body, sobs that I couldn’t control, waves of grief crushing upon me, molding my shape, changing me forever.

Mrs Crook came to my room even though I hadn’t called for her. She whispered soothing words that I didn’t hear and injected something in my IV. I wished it was poison.

With both hands cradling my belly, my dead baby, my dead dreams, I cried until I fell asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed of a redheaded girl, running in a field of barley, golden like her skin, looking at a sky as blue as her eyes.

When I woke up, I had almost forgotten what was real and what not. I was almost sure that I had dreamed of the accident, the blood, Faith’s unnervingly silent heart. At that moment, I had convinced myself that all was well, and I looked around, searching for Jamie. That second, that split second, I was happy.

Then I saw Geillis sitting in the chair next to my bed. And I remembered.

“My baby,” I whispered, looking desperately at her, and I felt a fresh wave of tears running down my cheeks. “My baby girl,” I repeated.

Pain; unending, unforgiving.

Geillis, the always sharp-witted Geillis, had nothing to say. She came to sit on the bed next to me, wrapped her arms around my body, and rocked us both, my Faith and me, equally dead inside.

“Jamie?” I asked in a hoarse voice after a while, and she pulled away to look into my eyes.

“He’s okay, he’ll be okay,” she said with a trembling smile.

“Where is he?”

“In the OR. Hildegarde came from our hospital and is operating on his hand,” she said, and seeing my distress, she repeated, “He’s okay. He’ll be okay.”

That didn’t sound reassuring at the least.

“What has happened?” I asked. “Nobody has told me.”

“You crashed on the traffic barrier, but fortunately Jamie had reduced your car’s speed, and the impact was minor. Both airbags opened – ”

“I know,” I interrupted her. “The airbag killed Faith,” I said, and my voice cracked. “It’s a placenta abruption, right?”

“Yes.” Geillis swallowed hard, trying to stop the tears before leaving her emerald eyes. “Jamie would end up with bruises and light injuries like you – ”

I snorted. Light injuries. I had never thought that tearing my heart out would be considered as a light injury.

Geillis looked at me and frowned. “You know what I mean,” she defended herself. “Anyway, Jamie would be okay, if not for the second crash. The car that pursued yours went straight to a head-on collision with the truck.”

“And?”

Why did it take her so long to explain such a simple thing?

“The truck was heavy, thank god, and didn’t move much from the collision’s impact. It’s rear side, however, dented the side of your car. Jamie’s side.” I held my breath, unsure if I wanted her to continue. “Jamie was lucky,” Geillis added hurriedly. “He only got injured on his right side – leg and hand.”

“How bad?” I asked in my doctor’s voice, afraid that if she witnessed my meltdown she would stop sharing the information she had acquired.

“His leg has a deep gash that will leave a mark, but other than that it’s fine. His hand, however, got trapped between the dented door and the steering wheel. We still don’t know if it will ever be fully functional again.”

“His vitals?”

“All fine. Like yours.”

Like mine. Which exactly of my vitals was working fine, I wondered.

“Geillis?” I asked after a while. It was strange that she hadn’t asked any questions. So strange, that it showed how bad things really were.

“Tell me,” she leaned towards me with a smile.

“What happened to the other man? The one who pursued us?”

“He was dead already when they brought him to the hospital. He died at the collision,” she said and frowned, looking at me. “Who was he Claire? What did he want?”

“Randall,” I simply said. “My worst nightmare,” I added, and closed my eyes, wishing the conversation to be over.

Randall was dead. I was finally free. But it was a hard-won freedom, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

A life for a life, I thought, and started crying again.

“Claire,” Geillis said when my sobs quietened. “We need to talk about you.”

“About me?”

“Ye have to give birth, Claire. You can either wait, or we can proceed with the induction today.”

“I want Jamie to be with me,” I said, biting my lip hard to block the tears inside. “I can’t do it without him.”

Geillis nodded, but I saw a shadow lurking in her eyes. “Okay, then. We’ll wait until tomorrow.”

We fell silent, until I spoke again, a few minutes later. “Geillis,” I whispered. “I don’t want to lose her.” 

The dam broke again. I cried in her arms until I fell asleep, grateful for finding a way out of reality.

--

The next morning Jenny had taken Geillis’ place next to my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised, when I saw her. It was a long way from Lallybroch.

“Of all the places in the world, Claire, this is the one I should be.”

She had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and red rimmed, the silver trails on her cheeks shining under the daylight. She held my hand, and then took me in a crushing embrace, as if she was trying to force life back inside me.

“Jamie?” I asked.

“He hasna woken up yet. It was a long surgery.”

I nodded. “How did it go? Did they tell you?”

“Aye, they did. The doctor said his hand will never look the same again, but he will be able to use it, eventually.”

“Good,” I breathed, then hesitated. “Jenny, does he know?”

Jenny shook her head. “I dinna think so. Geillis told me he was unconscious when they brought him in, then woke up crying and calling yer name. They gave him sedatives and he fell asleep. He hasna woken after his surgery, so I couldna talk to him.”

“I’ll tell him once he’s awake,” I announced, setting my jaw. “Was I on sedatives too?” I asked as an afterthought.

Jenny gave me a sorrowful smile, one that wordlessly replied to my question. “They doctor said ye have to go into labor,” she said at last.

“No,” I denied, feeling I’d said the same thing one million times. “I’ll do this when Jamie is better. I don’t want to be alone. He is supposed to be there.” My voice broke mid-sentence, and I stopped Jenny with a raised hand before she could come closer to hug me. Love elicited more feelings than I could handle.

In the afternoon, Mrs Crook came to my room again, rested and ready to start another shift. “Lass,” she said, squeezing my hand. “Nothing will change, ken? Tis better to proceed now.”

“Why isn’t my husband here?” I asked, as if it was her fault that Jamie was away.

“He’s on heavy painkillers. He isna in condition to witness a labour.”

“I’ll wait,” I said, determined. “I’ll wait until he’s better.”

Jenny talked before the nurse could voice her disagreement. “I’ll come wi’ ye, Claire. Better the wrong Fraser than no Fraser at all, aye?”

“But Jamie would want to be there,” I said, crying, as I slowly accepted that he wouldn’t be. “He would want to be there no matter what…”

--

I gave birth to my dead daughter, committing in memory every single minute. I carved every single detail of the process on my heart, while wishing the doctor to tear me apart, to break me into pieces so I couldn’t feel anymore.

She never cried, and never reached for my breast. I belatedly realized that I didn’t have milk to give her yet. But I would have, in a few months. Milk made for her. Useless.

Faith lay in my arms, born and still. A porcelain doll, with my white skin and Jamie’s red hair. With ten fingers and ten toes. With faint red eyebrows laid over closed eyes.

And I sang to her. And I called her by her name. And I wished she would be alive. And I lived, and yet I died.

Jenny had brought with her a light green bodysuit with pink elephants. The evening after the birth she gave it to me with tears in her eyes, explaining that she had bought it a few weeks ago, for Faith to leave the hospital with the clothes her auntie gifted her. We dressed Faith together, brushing tears away only to make room for more to come.

Sometime in the night, Jenny told me that Jamie had woken up from his morphine sleep. I took Faith with me in her beautiful outfit, holding her tight against my chest, and walked to his room.

I walked to him, needing him to hold us both. To listen to him whispering soft Gaelic words to our girl, even though she wouldn’t listen to his wobbly voice. To share the burden of loss with the only person who could really understand.

His eyes were closed when we entered his room. I walked quietly across the darkness to stand next to his bed, but he felt me before I could talk and opened his eyes.

“Sassenach,” he said with a dreamy smile, his eyes darting from me to Faith in my arms.

He looked at me as if I was holding the world in my hands. A second, his own split second, of happiness.

And then, the heartbreak.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, no, no. It’s too soon.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, Jamie.” I stood still, cupping Faith’s head, rocking her with my sobs. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry. She’s not here.”

A growl left his throat, deep and painful, but he patted the bed next to him. I sat down, facing him.

“Never say that again, Claire. Never, d’ye hear me?” Tears rolled down his cheeks, but his voice was sober. I dropped my eyes somewhere between his clavicles, ashamed. “Listen to me,” he said, authoritatively, tilting my chin up so I could see him. “Tis not yer fault. Nobody loved Faith more than ye - more than we did. More than we still do.”

He hugged us both then, and in the silence of the night, we made the perfect picture – if someone was far enough to misinterpret the painful tears with happy ones.

Two heart were beating in that room instead of three. And these two, kept a mournful rhythm, one of loss and powerlessness.

Jamie traced Faith’s face with a finger that seemed gigantic, but the way he did it was so gentle, that I thought his bones would break.

“Mo ghraidh,” he whispered, and I knew that this time he wasn’t calling me. “Hello wee one, it’s yer Da.”

And with that, with the same words he used to greet her when she was alive inside me, Jamie broke the last fragment of my heart that had remained untouched.  

We sat awake all night, telling her stories about our family. About what her life would be, if it hadn’t stopped abruptly. About her uncles and grandparents. About her cousin, who had gifted her his little yellow duck to play with, when we would bathe her. About the love that bound us all.

We stayed awake all night, in a tight embrace, wishing the sun never to come out. Wishing that a miracle would happen, and our little family would be whole again.

But the miracle had happened, and we held her in our arms. Ten fingers and ten toes. Two closed eyes, dreaming of a better world.

In the morning, we buried our Faith.

A/N: I know most of you (all of you) think that this is cruel. And that’s because it really is. 

This is a decision I made from the first moment I plotted this story, before I got personally attached to the characters. Did I have second thoughts while writing about Claire’s pregnancy and Faith? Of course I did. But the reasoning for my initial decision didn’t change. 

First, I wanted to write a modern AU of Jamie and Claire’s story as we see it in Outlander/Dragonfly in Amber, and the impact of Black Jack Randall on their lives is detrimental in these books. So, my decision to follow canon had predestined Faith’s future. In canon Jamie and Claire live this death, and carry it with them forever. It makes them who they are. And I wanted this, but I did diverge from canon on a point. I wanted them to mourn their loss together. To hold their baby together.

The second reason is my love for real stories. It’s not that I don’t love happy endings - I do. But the truth is that approximately 1 in 200 births ends in a stillbirth. It’s horrific, but it happens. And these parents without babies keep living, and they go on. I’m not saying that they forget, but they go on. So I wanted to write a story to honor them.

This was the last chapter of this story, but it’s not where this journey ends. Next week I will post an Epilogue, in which we will find Jamie and Claire in the future, and see how their story continued.

Thank you all for reading. Truly.

Epilogue

[kimjongdaely]

My Pet Human [Chapter 1]

Vampire!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, slavery and sexual situations.

Summary: Every wrong step, every wrong turn led you to this moment. This moment where you would belong completely, utterly to the vampire Kim Jongdae, who never even wanted you in the first place.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│ Chapter 12│Chapter 13│Chapter 14 [M]│Chapter 15 [M]│Chapter 16│ Chapter 17│Chapter 18│Epilogue

The world was harsh to you as a child.

You grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone. You were young, and so you don’t remember much, but those were your happiest days. You could run around freely with the other kids because it was so safe. Your parents would know exactly where to find you when it was time for dinner.

And then one day the Assembly came. A group of vicious, cold-blooded people who had absolute authority. They worked sort of like a mafia, only much more deadly, much more terrifying.

It was a rumor that spread like wildfire in the town for days. Someone had unintentionally angered the Assembly, and they had come for his life. Not just his life—oh no. The Assembly came for the whole town, burning it to the ground to remind everyone else who was really in charge.

Everyone was slaughtered—including your parents—except for the young women and children. They were rounded up, pushed into several large trucks, and the rest is a blur of agony.

That’s how you ended up in the hands of the Assembly. You were transferred from place to place, like a ball being kicked from person to person. You were too young to be able to do anything back then, so you were locked up with other young children, lives barely hanging by a thread as is.

It’s then when you realize what the Assembly really is.

They weren’t people at all. They were vampires.

Everyday, one child would be brought out, and they would never come back. Wild, crazy rumors spread through the remaining children, as fear does. You shiver to think about what happened to those who are chosen. You stay pleasantly silent, pushed far back in the cells that they lock you up in, in hopes that you become invisible.

It’s one night after several years of imprisonment, when a few other children decide to run away.

You knew your chances were slim. You would most likely die—probably very painfully. But what’s the difference with getting killed and staying in your cell to rot? Both are excruciating—isn’t it better to have a fast end?

At this point, you couldn’t care less.

One of them managed to pick the lock of the cell with a hairpin. There were seven of you in total trying to escape, the others too terrified to disobey the Assembly.

The seven of you snuck out, surprisingly successfully. The building which you were kept in was dark, eerie—but silent. You didn’t see a single person on the way out.

That’s what made it all the more scary.

You never know what’s waiting ahead.

When you burst out of the stifling building, air comes rushing into your lungs and for the first time you feel alive. You are reminded that there’s a world outside of the Assembly’s cells. The moon that night looked so much bigger than anything you’ve seen before, so close you could almost touch it.

And then the relief is gone as soon as you hear the alarm.

Alert, you begin running. You don’t remember what had happened, where you were going, but you soon find yourself alone. You can’t bear to slow down or stop, so you keep going. Pushing your little body to its limit.

Of course, you know it’s futile.

You’re outrunning vampires, a large group of them. They could find you without even trying.

Your best bet is through the trees. At least it could help slow down your pursuers. You remember how terrified you were, how you couldn’t do anything but run.

Your feet gets tangled in a tree root and you go tumbling down onto the grassy floor, scraping your hands and knees. You cry out in pain, only to slap your hands against your mouth, remembering how you can’t make any sound.

You’ve lost your momentum in this condition, so you curl up on yourself, hiding underneath a dark tree in hopes your pursuers won’t find you.

There’s a ruffle of leaves, quiet footsteps. Your heart is beating so quickly, your whole body trembling. This is it—this is your end.

You squeeze your eyes tight when you hear shouts of the vampires from the Assembly that had come for you. They are close. They will find you soon.

“Lord Kim!” You hear a man exclaim, footsteps shuffling ever closer and stopping right behind the tree you are hiding under. “I’m sorry to bother you, but have you seen a human child? A young girl. She is property of the Assembly, and managed to escape, so we must find her quickly.”

You crack open your eyes, your body shaking terribly. It seems he hasn’t found you yet. You look up, pupils dilating in horror when you see a foreign man standing right in front of you—the person your pursuer was talking to.

“A human child?” The man—Lord Kim—answers amusedly, a smile gracing his beautiful face. “No, I haven’t seen such a thing. Not one that belongs to you, at least.”

“Really?” Your pursuer sounds skeptical. “I can smell human blood.”

You quickly clasp your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from making any noise. Your heart is beating so hard you’re sure both vampires can hear it. He must be able to smell the blood from your cuts. You’re doomed.

“Yes.” Lord Kim answers simply, laxly. “I caught a prey just now. The smell is probably from it.”

“A prey?” Your pursuer is beginning to get suspicious. “Are you sure it’s not from the Assembly?”

“I’m sure.” Lord Kim answers, tone filled with smooth persuasion. “You know we do not take those from the Assembly.”

There’s a moment of silence, before you hear your pursuer’s footsteps fade away, searching somewhere else. You let out a breath you were holding, feeling slightly relieved.

“You.”

You jump, instantly terrified again. Why had he helped you? Perhaps he wants to devour you himself.

His eyes are cold, not a sliver of emotion seen in them. You’ll never forget those eyes, the way they glowed crimson and sent a chill down your spine. “Get out of here.”

You almost don’t register his words, but you didn’t need to be told twice. You begin running, far away from him and the Assembly. Towards freedom.

He saved you that day.

It’s almost six years later when you went back to the Assembly on your own accord. Of course, you didn’t do it willingly. You wanted freedom more than anything in the world. You never want to go back to that dark dungeon, locked behind a cell along with thousands of other children.

But you didn’t have a choice.

Life was hard.

You were a mere human amongst the crimes and power of vampires. The Assembly had eyes everywhere; avoiding them is proven to be impossible.

Yet you still tried. You tried to thrive on your own, working as maids and waitresses, starting from the bottom and trying to earn up so you could sustain yourself.

In the end, it was futile.

Everything you’ve worked so hard for goes crumbling down around you, and you find that in the end, you’re still a weak, useless human being amongst a society of superior supernatural creatures.

With a single snap of their fingers, they took everything from you. It started out slowly—taking away your jobs, refusing to let you work anywhere because you didn’t ‘fit their requirements anymore.’ They wanted better servers. Smarter, wiser, sharper people who didn’t need to be told again and again to do something as normal humans do. You didn’t fit the requirements for even serving anyone. Without a steady income, you lost the place you were living in. You ended up on the streets, struggling to find someone merciful enough to let you work for them. You struggled to feed yourself, to even stay alive.

And in the end you went back to the place you hated so much.

To the Assembly.

Begging them to take you back in, swallowing whatever pride or ego or humanity left in you. Because at least there, you had meals. You had a roof.

At least there, you wouldn’t die yet.

And that’s how you got tangled back up in their poisonous vines, leaching the life out of you slowly. You gave up the will to fight, gave up the thought to ever leave their clutches. There’s nowhere you can go—no one to save you.

“She’s no good.” You heard some of them say, giving you sneers and glares. “No one would want this filthy human.”

“If she cleaned and became plumper she might be pretty.” Others said—but really, they just want you gone. What can they possibly do with you? Their best bet is to auction you off in hopes that maybe you might fetch a pretty price—but really, a dollar is better than nothing. Feeding a human girl for little labor in return is bad enough. You’re a bad investment.

So you gave up on the idea that you would ever find a good home. Someone to care for you like your lovely parents did so many years ago. You hold the memory deep in your heart, locked away. You burn the image of the sunny, warm, blue sky behind your eyelids because you will never see it again.

And then you are handed over to him.

Kim Jongdae.

The man who saved you that day long ago when you were escaping. You can only hope that he had saved you a second time.

But you’re not stupid. You lost all your naiveness a long time ago when you were picking trash off the sidewalk.

He’s a vampire, just like all the other cruel beings.

He may have given you mercy once, but never a second time.

But then again, you think wearily, dying in the hands of someone you recognize is still better than dying in the hands of a cruel stranger. At least, you hope it is.

You feel yourself trembling. Are you scared? You aren’t sure anymore. It feels like terror has moved permanently into your mind.

“Untie her.”

You watch Jongdae’s face carefully, seeing what you can only tell is annoyance. His eyes are just like you remember, cold and blood-red. You feel your body loosen when your binds are untied, but you don’t try to run. It would be foolish. You don’t want to die right after being sold.

He grabs your arm, and you flinch at the contact. He’s strong—so strong, and ice cold against your skin even though you’re already cold. His eyes narrow on you, glowing brighter, his fangs bared.

His fangs.

They’re so long, so slender. As your eyes trail over them, you wonder how much it would hurt when he bites you. Will they puncture you swiftly and then retreat? Or will they tear your flesh apart painfully?

His hold tightens and you wince again. His tone is beautiful, smooth and rich and deadly. “You belong to me now.”

Yes. Yes you do.

You don’t speak when he straightens, his fingers unwinding themselves from you almost as if you had burned him. He looks disgusted, annoyed, when he turns towards his companions. “Let’s go.”

His eyes turn towards you again, giving you a careless sideways glance. “Follow me. If you run, I’ll kill you.”

He should know already that you have no intention of running. You have nowhere to run to.

You follow him out the auditorium, out to the night. The three of them are quick, quicker than any average human so it’s difficult to keep up. You almost have to run to keep up.

They stop at a sleek black car parked around the corner. The three climb in, and you’re unsure what to do.

“What are you doing?” Jongdae’s annoyed voice rings out in the quiet night air. “Get in. Or do you want to sit in the trunk?”

You gulp, trying to conceal the terror on your face. You climb into the backseat, next to a brunette man who is smiling at you. He looks almost friendly if you didn’t know better.

“Who would have thought, hm?” The man says humorously. “Our little Jongdae has finally gotten himself a Pet. I bet the others will get a kick out of this.”

“Shut up, Baekhyun.” Jongdae scowls menacingly. “Or I’ll rip you apart myself.”

“How mean.” Baekhyun chuckles, not at all fazed. He turns to you, and you immediately look down at the floor, trying to make yourself as small as possible, trying not to draw anymore attention to yourself. Perhaps he’ll leave you alone.

To your dismay, Baekhyun leans forward, grabbing a lock of your hair and twirling it around his finger, a smirk growing on his face. “Have fun with us, little flower~”

Prologue│Next Chapter

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A/N: This chap is basically her backstory! Next chapter will be the real start of her journey as Jongdae’s Pet! I wish her good luck (but I kinda wish it was me haha) I hope you guys liked this chap as much as the prologue!

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[lone-wolf-keith]

Klance Soulmate AU Part 1

A/N: This is the first part of it, Keith’s part will next if I ever get to writing it. I’m not really sure how long I plan on making this. I’m debating if I should make it into a full fanfic or just keep it a short story. This isn’t edited so there is probably a bunch of mistakes but I hope you guys enjoy it, I apologize for the long note.

Soulmates are a sacred thing and are a sensitive topic especially when it is about if you should or shouldn’t draw on your body. Lance had heard both sides of it; some people believe that drawing or writing something on your body could be a sign of disrespect and others believe it that it is a gift and that although it is a serious thing you should be able to have fun with it. He became conflicted, he didn’t want to disrespect his soulmate but at the same time he wanted his soulmate to see he was creating these artworks for the both of them. So he decided to be more cautious about it. He only drew once in a while and only wrote on his skin if it was something important.

On the contrary his soulmate never really said much. They never wrote anything except for little reminders that never gave enough information for Lance to be able to figure out. They would write things like “gym tonight” or “no class tomorrow.” It was frustrating. Almost all of his friends had found their soulmates in high school, but he still didn’t know anything about his soulmate. The only thing he knew was that they believe in the Mothman and that they were in college.

Tonight was one of the nights that Lance felt really discouraged and felt somewhat useless for being unable to figure out anything about his soulmate. He was lying on his bed in the empty dorm room. Shiro and Hunk both left about an hour ago to go on dates with their soulmates. They both had been planning the dates, and it created a horrible spark of envy in Lance’s chest. Shiro made a huge plan for what they were going to do. Lance could remember him mentioning something about late night bowling, staying out late, and going to a 24-hour diner thing that he and Allura love. Hunk, on the other hand, had gotten permission to use the kitchen in the cafeteria and he spent most of the day creating a huge picnic. Lance had sat on the counter, watching him and eating the messed up foods. As Hunk cooked, he told him about how he was going to take Shay to the beach which was a little way out, how they were going to picnic there and then go stargazing. Lance forced himself to smile and told his friends how much fun they were going to have. He said it sounded fun because it did. He just wanted to be able to do that himself for someone special.

He blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. He knew this was going to happen. It happened a lot when he was alone with his thoughts, his mind would go into the deeper places he would prefer not to go to. Deciding he didn’t want to get into it tonight, he sat up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check the time. He felt somewhat relieved that it was only 9:28 because if it was later than 11 on a Saturday night, then all the drunk kids would be trying to get back to their dorms. Not all people are nice drunks.

Lance grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. He ran his fingers through his hair to try to smooth it out a little, when it didn’t work he just gave up and accepted his hair was going to be messy. He looked down at his outfit and decided he didn’t look horrible. His loose sweatpants and sweatshirt made him look like a sleep devised college student, which he was, and it would be acceptable to go to a diner. Sliding his phone in his pocket, he grabbed a little bundle of colored pens deciding it would be okay to draw for a little as well as his computer. He had an essay to work on and the diner he was going to has free wifi. He placed the pens inside his computer bag and took a glance around their dorm.

Leaving the door, he made sure to lock the door behind him when he was sure he had all of the things he needed which was just his phone, the computer bag with his stuff, earbuds, and his wallet. Lance made his way across the campus making sure to avoid the groups of drunk students. He sent a quick text to Hunk and Shiro telling them where he was in case they came back while he was gone. By the time he got to his truck, they had both texted back saying they would be back sometime in the afternoon tomorrow because they were staying the night with their significant other. Lance had figured they were going to because both Shay and Allura had their own apartments not far from campus, Lance had been to both of them before. They lived in the same complex, Allura just lived on the 4th floor and Shay on the 2nd floor.

His truck wasn’t the best; it was an older, small truck but he loved it. It was his dad’s before he passed and it was his graduation gift from his mother. The truck itself needed some tune-ups; the paint was starting to chip off and there was a small crack in the corner of the windshield from where a rock hit it. But seeing as he didn’t have the money for that he was going to wait until it got so bad that he has to fix it.

He shook his head slightly and unlocked the door before placed his bag on the passenger seat. He hopped in and was about to start his truck when he heard his phone ding. He grabbed it confused and then smiled when he noticed it was a text from Allura telling to be safe. She was kinda like an older sister to him, she and Shiro reminded him of parents, they were also little worry bugs. But he didn’t mind, it felt nice to have someone look out for you.

With a nice thought on his head, he started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot of the dorms. It was starting to get dark outside, the sun seemed to be set faster than usual. It was getting colder and colder as the night went on but it always did. There was a slight breeze that made it just a bit colder but it seemed to fit the mood. It was a Saturday night, around 9:40, and Lance had taken a back way so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting into a crash.

After a little bit, he arrived at the diner and pulled in. He grabbed his stuff and headed inside once he had everything and he sure his truck was locked. Taking a deep breath, he smiled gently. It also had a homey feel inside and always smelled like something sweet mixed with a little scent of coffee. This was what felt like home to him, it reminded him of home.

“Table for one, dear?” He heard someone ask and he looked up and nodded while smiling at the older lady formally known as Hira. (Does anyone actually remember her?)

“As always,” he replied back with a smile to which she rolled her eyes.

“One day you will be bringing your soulmate here and then maybe one day even your kids!” She exclaimed as she leads him through the almost empty diner.

“One day in the far, far future. I feel like I’m never going to meet my soulmate,” Lance told her shrugging slightly.

“Don’t think like that! You have to believe it will happen, and it will!” She told him before she stopped in front of his normal table.

“I’ll believe when something happens to make me believe,” he replied as he placed his stuff on the table and slid into the booth.

She shook her head at him and gave him a soft smile. “You know how I met my soulmate, you just have to believe okay?”

He nodded after a minute and she smiled at him again, just bigger this time. “Usual?”

“As always,” he replied returning her smile.

Taking a glance around the diner, he knew everyone who was working there well except for a waiter who had longish brown hair and kinda reminded him of his friend Pidge. He didn’t realize he was creepily starting until he felt his phone vibrate on the table. As he grabbed his phone and answered quickly, plugging his earbuds in so he didn’t have to hold his phone.

“Hello?” He asked unsure about who it is.

“Lance, are you okay? You sound weird,” Pidge’s voice came through.

He opened his mouth to reply but before he could the waiter didn’t know came and dropped his food off as well as his coffee. He always got three chocolate chip pancakes and black coffee. “Thank you!” He told the waiter who nodded, smiling.

“Just holler if you need anything. The name’s Matt.”

“Will do,” he replied smiling at the other before answering Pidge. “I’m fine, it’s just one of those nights. Shiro and Hunk went on dates and so I decided to go to my escape.”

Pidge nodded to themselves not surprised, “I figured you had gone to the diner, I heard the waiter talking and you always go there.”

Lance let out a soft chuckle and moved his stuff out of the way before moving the plate of pancakes in front of him. “So what do you need from me? You usually only call when you need something.”

“That is rude. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you are doing okay,” They responded honestly. “I know that is kinda a stupid question since we both know the answer to that but it’s the thought that counts. So how are you?”

He swallowed the food he was chewing before taking a sip of coffee. “I’m doing okay, I have just been distracting myself with school which works.”

“Have you even looked for them around the campus? Not to sound rude but you never know,” They asked softly.

“Of course I have looked, I have been looking for them since freshman year and that was three years ago,” Lance sighed not wanting to really do this right now. “Listen, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, I need to work on my paper.”

He could hear them sigh through the phone. “Just don’t give up hope Lance, you’ll find them. I know you will. I’ll let you work on your paper now, be careful going home.”

“Okay. Have a good night, Pidge. Don’t stay up too late,” He said adding a quick take care before the both of them hung up.

Lance let out another sigh and shook his head. Pidge was trying to help him feel better but he just wanted to drown in his self pity. He looked at his closed laptop and shook his head before reaching for the bundle of markers. As he ate he looked through the colors and tried to decide what to draw. By the time he was finished eating, he had an idea that he could start with and add more on.

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BIG DISCLAIMER: i was 9 when 9/11 happened, so this might be more about my own crystalizing tastes than anything else. i think it's a pretty darn good theory tho and other people have validated it. BIGGER DISCLAIMER: i am not saying that country music prior to 9/11 was free from nationalist, racist, misogynist undertones - i just think that these themes became more the norm! MY HOT TAKE: with very few exceptions, including goodbye earl, before he cheats, and daddy Iessons (side note - all women!) 9/11 ruined country music. around 2014 onward we've got margo price, sturgill simpson, jason isbell etc., who are making country music great again (wink), but those folks are mostly considered "alternative" country. the mainstream country music for well over a decade now is a glut of trash performative patriotic / working-class-but-not-really lab-crafted budweiser-sponsored nonsense that has managed to sound rebellious (or has convinced its fans that it sounds rebellious) without ever actually questioning any power structure. so much so that artists who ACTUALLY criticized the government were literally blacklisted for nearly a decade (the dixie chicks) pre-9/11 country music, though not perfect or ideologically pure by any stretch, did not have the raging american flag painted truck boner that comes to mind for a lot of people who say "i like everything except rap and country" SPECIFICALLY, toby keith's "courtesy of the red, white, and blue (the angry american)" (2002) literally destroyed country music. it was a direct answer to the 9/11 attacks and war song in support of the invasion of afghanistan. the lyrics read like a disjointed feverish email chain letter forwarded from your great uncle sprinkled with glittering american flag gifs and heavily saturated pictures of bald eagles. the entire song is lifted from an estimated 248 peeling bumper stickers collected from rusted trucks on cinder blocks in overgrown yards, cut up and arranged to fit a catchy, formulaic tune that is almost certainly the background music playing in george w. bush's head at all times. "we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the american way and uncle sam put your name at the top of his list and the statue of liberty started shakin' her fist and the eagle will fly, and it's gonna be hell, when you hear mother freedom start a'ringin' her bell" country music and the new country musicians that toby keith paved the way for became so pro establishment and so unquestioningly nationalistic that, again, the dixie chicks who went against this grain were blacklisted by the industry and received death threats from country music fans. hell, there are folks who STILL froth at the mouth at the mere mention of the dixie chicks. 9/11 killed outlaw country - how can you sing the praises of law breakers when your main circuit consists of singing to troops? there are some great classic country songs critiquing the police state - especially from johnny cash and merle haggard - now country music artists hold fundraisers for FOPs. new country music is basically in-law country music. you don't have to write a pro-bush patriotic anthem to be part of this post-9/11 ruination. playing meaningless songs about living in the heart of (read: white) america, eschewing the city (read: not white), and cracking open a cold one with the boys for "authentic" country music is also important to the war effort. there's a progression of themes here: post 9/11 top tier: war anthem, vocally patriotic, directly used as pro war propaganda; which paved the way for: "things used to be so much better" thinly veiled racist laments, good for campaign ads; which paved the way for meaningless party anthems - attempts to make things "like they used to be" and craft a reality that neither the artist nor listener likely ever experience. that brings us to what most people think of today when they say they hate country music: the country party anthem - "tiny hot gal in tight jean shorts who can drink beer like the guys, she doesn't like beyoncé Like Other Girls, oh she's so into me and my truck, i'm gonna take her fishing after i finish sowing my corn - sung by a guy who's never touched a tractor" - has overtaken the tragic, done me wrong, despairing country ballads of tammy wynette, george jones, and even up into pre-9/11 contemporaries like reba mcentire and george strait. you didn't necessarily have to be country to relate to their pain. now you have to perform suburban redneckness to enjoy luke bryan. when was the last time you heard a sad country song? after 9/11, cowboys (whether or not they had ever been near a cow) weren't allowed to be sad anymore (no more done me wrong country), and they certainly weren't allowed to question authority (no more outlaw country). partying hardy became the most important American Thing and if you don't sing about that, our Enemies Will Win. so - understanding that country music has always had bad stuff, and that like any genre it suffers from commercialization, 9/11 DESTROYED COUNTRY MUSIC. and toby keith gleefully helped destroy it. for some further evidence of the decline of country music, please listen to the dixie chicks' "long time gone" which is an indictment of the industry (i believe it was written before 9/11 but my point still stands - the genre was on the decline and 9/11 was the major cultural event that hastened the decline). maybe i am a curmudgeon - almost every generation of country music has had its own "country music is not what it used to be" anthem, but i really think something distinct happened with 9/11.

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: None 

Word count: 3.1k

***All this baby talk, y’all fucked me up 😂***

Translations 

“Ahora, compórtate. Haz lo que ella diga, no causes ningún problema.” – “Now, behave. Do what she says and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Gracias por esto, mi amor.” – “Thank you for this, my love.”

“Que nombre bella.” – “What a beautiful name.”

“Y que mujer bella.” – “And what a beautiful woman.”

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“Buenos días, Camila.”

Camila smiled as Elisa spoke. Opening the front door wider for the woman and her children to walk in.

“Bueno días, Elisa.”

“Hi!”

Camila chuckled as Eddy’s voice rang out loudly and she looked down to find him looking up at her, his hand moving frantically as he waved, Esperanza waving as well though much quieter as per usual. Camila watched as the children walked into her house. She had been to their house plenty of times, the children used to her now, but they had never been over to her home. Eddy bounced on his feet, unable to contain his excitement while Esperanza looked around silently, her pacifier moving slightly as she suckled and observed her new surroundings. Her round dark eyes finally settled on Cam and squinted as she smiled. Camila returned it before looking back at Elisa. Her long thick hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail though it was now slicked back perfectly. She wore grey slacks and a white blouse, black pumps on her feet. Camila gave a low whistle and Elisa hushed her, a pink hue coming to the roundness of her cheeks.

“Ay, nena.”

Camila laughed lightheartedly as she helped the woman unpack her children’s things.

“You look amazing, Elisa.”

The woman swatted at Camila, trying her best to hide her smile as she pulled out a lunchbox.

“Esperanza’s milk and her cup are here too. Just give it to her if she gets grumpy. I have their food in here too.”

With a tilt of her head, Camila took the lunchbox.

“I told you that you didn’t have to bring food. I can feed them here.”

“I know.”

Shaking her head, Camila took the lunchbox into her kitchen and placed it in the fridge, already knowing that she wasn’t going to take anything from there unless there was something specific the kids wanted to eat. Camila knew Elisa was running short on money and groceries for children wasn’t cheap. Better to keep that for when she was sending them to school. Elisa finished unpacking the back just as Camila returned to the living room to hear Elisa lecturing the children.

“Ahora, compórtate. Haz lo que ella diga, no causes ningún problema.”

“Si, mama.”

Eddy responded and threw an arm over Esperanza’s shoulders, hugging his little sister into his side. Elisa nodded, sufficed and pulled her children in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the tops of their heads. She turned them and pulled Camila into a hug of her own, the younger woman’s eyes going wide for a second before she settled in and wrapped her arms around her neighbor. Elisa spoke gratefully into Camila’s ear.

“Gracias por esto, mi amor.”

Elisa pulled away and Camila gave her a warm smile.

“Anytime.”

Elisa turned and waved once more to her children before heading through the living room and to the front door. Camila followed with the children, watching as Elisa walked down the driveway and across the grass to her own driveway. To Camila’s side, she heard Esperanza whimper around her pacifier as she watched her mother leave. Camila quickly reached down and offered the toddler her hand, which she quickly used both of her tiny hands to latch onto.

“She’ll be back, corazón.”

Esperanza looked up at Camila and nodded, tilting her head to rest her cheek against Camila’s thigh. Eddy, however, was already back inside, pulling his trucks out of the backpack that his mom had brought and beginning to play with them on the rug of Camila’s living room. Camila turned and ushered Esperanza ahead of her, not wanting her to see her mother drive away. Instead, she bent down to pick up on of Eddy’s toys and held it out to the younger sibling who took it and sat down cross-legged. With a smile, Camila stood back upright and opened her mouth to ask what they wanted for breakfast when her phone began to ring in the kitchen. Jogging over, she picked it up and looked down at the screen, an involuntary smile coming to her face. Swiping across, she brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hi, cariño.”

She could hear the smile in EZ’s words as he spoke.

“Hi, preciosa. Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

He had spent the night in his trailer the last couple of nights, club business having him busy until the early hours of the morning. He didn’t want to be waking her up when he came in so late so he’d elected to stay there, but three whole days of not sleeping next to her were already creating an aching longing within him.

“Are you busy today? I miss you.”

Camila’s hearts swelled at his words, but she winced at the same time.

“I’m not busy with plans but I am watching the kids from next door. I told their mom I would take care of them for her today. I was just about to see what they want for breakfast. Maybe you can swing by, come eat with us?”

Camila offered up the opportunity. She wasn’t sure if he was going to want to spend his day around kids when he had just wanted to be with her. To her surprise, his tone was cheery as she accepted, and she could hear his smile once again.

“Yeah, that’s cool. I just wanna be with you.”

Camila’s cheeks hurt with the width of her grin and she nodded, more to herself than anything.

“Well then come be with me.”

The couple said their goodbyes and hung up, Camila placing her down onto the counter and turning to walk back to the kids. They looked up as they felt her presence and she appealed to them.

“French toast?”

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Camila had barely finished whipping up the eggs when she heard the rumble of EZ’s bike coming up the street. Esperanza sunk into herself some at the noise while Eddy raced out of the kitchen and into the living room to look out of her window.

“Is that the man with a motorcycle?!”

Camila laughed to herself at the enthusiasm of the boy and nodded.

“Yep. That’s my boyfriend.”

Eddy’s eyes got impossibly bigger and he snapped his head over to stare at Camila.

“Wow. You’re so cool.”

The older sibling sprinted back into the kitchen then, asking questions one right after the other.

“Do you ever ride on his motorcycle? Is it scary? Does it mess up your hair? Do you get bugs in your mouth?”

Camila laughed heartily at his questions as EZ walked in through the already unlocked front door. Eddy looked at him from the kitchen then whispered to Camila.

“Is that him?”

“Mhm.”

EZ secured the door behind him and then turned. He beamed as he laid eyes on Camila, having missed being home with her.

Home.

He wasn’t sure when, but at some point, home to him had come to mean Camila’s house and he felt his heart flutter at he thought about one day owning a home with her. One that they shared, that they could call their own. For now, her home was more than enough for him and she walked into the kitchen, eyes now pulling away from his girl and toward the two children standing beside her, staring up at him with eyes like saucers. He imagined how he must have looked, a leather-wearing stranger towering over them. They had seen him a couple of times before when they were playing in the front yard and he would go to see Cam. He would wave and they would wave back. That was at a distance though. Taking a knee, he put themselves at their height and made sure to keep some distance as he smiled softly. He waved at the two of them, the boy waving back quickly while the girl hid much of her face behind Camila’s leg, only one of her big, brown eyes peering to look him over.

“Hi. I’m Ezekiel, you can call me EZ.”

“I’m Edwardo, you can call me Eddy.”

Camila laughed softly behind her hand as Eddy parroted EZ’s words, wanting to look cool.  EZ looked up at her as he heard her laugh, his smile widening before he looked over at the girl.

“Y tu, muñequita? What’s your name?”

She looked up at Camila who reached over to run her hand over EZ’s hair lovingly. The child then relaxed some, trusting Camila and unhiding her face from behind her leg, reaching a tiny hand up to pull the pacifier from her mouth. A squeaky voice came from her pouty lips.

“Esperanza.”

EZ wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was her high-pitched tone or the way that she accentuated her name perfectly, but EZ thought she was the cutest thing in the whole world and his eyes turned into near slits as he smiled.

“Que nombre bella.”

Esperanza smiled and bashfully hide her face behind Camila’s leg again. EZ’s smile remained and he looked up at Camila, her eyes full of love as she looked down at him. Standing back up, he leaned toward her and pressed his lips against hers. He spoke against her lips after he pulled away some.

“Y que mujer bella.”

Camila smiled and pecked him once more before they pulled away entirely, Eddy standing patiently as he waited for them to finish.

“Are you gonna make the French toast now?”

Both adults looked down at the brother and Camila nodded, ruffling his hair as she knew he was hungry.

“Yep. We’ll start making them now.”

EZ smiled and rested his hand on Camila’s shoulder, squeezing softly.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands, then I’ll come help out.”

He walked away from the trio and headed to Camila’s bathroom, running his fingertips over her memorial altar gently as he passed. Turning on the faucet, EZ’s mind drifted to the last couple of days. As if things weren’t complicated and messy enough, Angel had let EZ into his clique, taking him out to the desert to introduce him to the side project he, Coco and Gilly had been working on.

Los Olvidados.

EZ couldn’t believe Angel, but he didn’t have the right to judge, considering the secret he still harbored. He worried about Angel. For his safety, for his future. His goal and intentions wouldn’t matter if the club found out what he was doing. Angel wanting to ‘save’ the club could very well end up being its demise and the thought made EZ anxious. He had a lot riding on this deal, KJ still poking around. If Angel’s connection to Adelita blew up, who knew what other secrets it would uncover. EZ swallowed dryly and looked down, the soap long gone from his hands. Shaking the excess water off, he shut the faucet and grabbed the towel hanging from the rack, drying his hands as he looked at his reflection. Just when things seemed to be settling down, more dirt got kicked up and the only thing that would be able to soothe his worries was Camila. Hanging the towel back up, he unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom, down the hall. He walked through the living room and slid out of his kutte, hoping that removing the leather would make him seem more approachable to the tiny humans. He tossed it down onto her couch and walked toward the kitchen, stopping as Camila came into view.

She stood at the stove with her back to him, relaxed in her shorts and t-shirt. Eddy was beside her standing high on his tippy toes as he watched her dunk the piece of bread in the egg mixture before placing it onto the skillet, one hand hanging onto the hem of her yellow top. She held Esperanza, the toddler sitting high on her left hip, head resting on Cam’s shoulder and facing EZ. The little girl smiled softly as she saw him and then wrapped her arms around Camila’s neck, snuggling into her. EZ couldn’t see Camila’s face, but he could only imagine the joy she wore as she tilted her own head some, resting it against the child’s.

EZ swallowed as he took in the sight, a sudden surge of longing hitting him. He didn’t think about children often, in fact sometimes outright avoiding the thought of them. To think of them hurt. It brought back the memories of the anguish he felt learning that Emily had been pregnant, only for her to tell him that she was going to get rid of it in the same breath. He hadn’t regretted letting her go, he had felt that it would be for the better. Had he known she was carrying his child though, his reaction and handling of the situation would’ve been much different. He would’ve done what he had to do, whatever it was, to make sure that his child had a decent life. That opportunity was snatched away from him though and thoughts of children weren’t thoughts that he enjoyed having. Now in this moment though, for the first time since he could remember, the thought made a warmth spread through his chest. He could feel the scene in front of him differently. He could picture coming home after club business and walking into to see Camila as his wife, holding their children as she cooked dinner. He could picture a future with her where she gave him a family. Looking at her now, children in her motherly presence, he felt hope. He could hear Angel’s words repeating in his head.

“I know after Emily, you didn’t know if you were gonna get another shot at a family or whatever. I think maybe this is your chance.”

He watched as Cam grabbed the spatula and slid it under the first piece of French toast, turning to place it down onto a plate. In her movement, she saw EZ standing there from the corner of her eye and turned fully, facing him now. His eyes stayed glued to her, Esperanza still resting on her shoulder as she held her. Cam’s brows furrowed as she looked at him, unable to read his expression.

“You good?”

Her voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he grinned stepping forward to help her finish up breakfast.

“Yeah, I’m good.”  

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EZ yawned as he sat on the couch, Camila on the opposite side while Eddy and Esperanza were between them. The lights in the living room were off as they watched COCO on Netflix and the darkness was starting to reveal the exhaustion he felt after the last couple of days. He just didn’t sleep the same without Camila by his side. He had gotten too used to it and now it just felt off. Angel had asked about the bags under his eyes and EZ had told him the truth. Angel had nodded, understanding and telling him to go and spend some time with her then made a whipping noise. EZ didn’t care how whipped he may have seemed, he was head over heels for Camila and there was no way he was going to hide it.

Looking away from the tv and over at her, he saw her watching the movie, fingers absentmindedly gently raking through Esperanza’s dark locks as she held the little girl. She was sat in her lap, her cheek squished as she rested against Camila’s chest. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and they blinked slowly, sometimes staying shut for a few seconds before snapping back open as the child woke herself up, not wanting to miss the movie. EZ pushed his bottom lip out in a pout at her cuteness and whispered to Camila.

“She’s almost out.”

Camila looked down and smiled, using her thumb to motion to the kitchen.

“Can you go and heat up her milk for me?”

With a nod EZ stood from the couch, ruffling Eddy’s hair as he walked away. He got the milk from the fridge and poured it into a glass, putting it into the microwave and warming it. He looked over at Cam while he waited. She sat looking down at Esperanza, a soft smile on her face as she brushed the girl’s hair away from her chubby face, tucking it behind her ears. The microwave beeped loudly, startling him and drawing back his attention. He took the milk out and tested it on his wrist before pouring it back into the sippy cup and returning to the living room. He handed the pink cup to Camila and she mouthed a thank you at him while he sat back down. Esperanza sat up some when she saw her cup and Camila held it out to her, the sister taking it and situating herself so she was laying back in Camila’s arms drinking. Eddy was tired as well and slowly started to lean into EZ’s side more and more as the movie went on. Finally, EZ lifted his arm and held it out, offering the space to Eddy who smiled tiredly and scooted in closer, resting against EZ’s side.

It wasn’t long before the movie was over and both children were asleep. Camila and EZ looked at each other as the credits rolled and EZ silently motioned his head over to her room. She gave a nod and they both slowly maneuvered themselves and the children until they held them in their arms, walking to the bedroom to lie them down. They both placed them down gently on the mattress, pulling the comforter to cover them. With the children settled in, EZ and Camila quietly made their way out of the room, leaving the door open so they could hear. Back in the hallway, Camila turned to EZ with a smile.

“Sorry. I know you wanted to hang but I promised I would watch them. She needed to go to an interview.”

“It’s fine, Cam. I don’t mind. This was fun.”

Camila laughed and he could tell that she didn’t believe him. Reaching out, he took both of her hands in his.

“I’m serious. I had a good time. They’re cute kids. It doesn’t always need to be a club part or a ride. Just being with you is enough.”

They were both quiet for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter.

“That was cliché as fuck.”

EZ nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it was. I mean it though. I missed you.”

Camila’s laughter died away and she brought her arms forward to wrap around his waist, hugging him to her as she looked up.

“I missed you too.”

EZ’s smirk was prominent as he gazed down at her. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her as well, his hands sliding over the swell of her ass as he pressed his lips against her ear. His voice was low and husky as he spoke.

“You can show me how much once they get picked up.”

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Long Time Coming (AU)

Title: Long Time Coming AU

Word Count: 5025

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Summary: Dean and Reader are best friends until an act of betrayal leads them down a different path.

Warning: Fluff, angst, teenage!drama, implied mentions of sex, touching, gyrating, kissing, Lisa hate (just for the story… I mean hey, haters gonna hate right? Nah, I’m just jealous of the perfect bey’atch’cé) God that was a terrible joke. Please don’t judge me too harshly.

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You were in sitting in the cafeteria minding your own business, face buried in a book, when you were suddenly, and rudely, shoved off. Your book went flying across the floor as a chorus of laughter echoed through the dining room. You hissed in pain shooting your head in the direction of the culprit. Your blood began to boil as you saw Dean and his girlfriend Lisa all over each other at the table. Grabbing your book of the floor, you marched back over to them.

“Seriously?” You spat. The couple just looked up at you and giggled.

“Whoops.” Dean chuckled. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from lashing out with your sharp tongue. You took a deep breath and glared daggers in their path, grabbing your bag making sure to swing it harshly over your shoulder, hitting Dean’s head in the process. “What the hell?” He roared in irritation.

“Whoops.” You mimicked him before leaving the cafeteria, everyone’s eyes on your retreating figure.

You walked into the library where you were sure to get some peace and quiet. Your adrenaline from the awful incident at the cafeteria began to wear off as sudden pain was felt on your hand. Peering down at it, you noticed that you had a small wound on your hand. How you didn’t know that it was there was beyond you, considering it was bleeding pretty badly.

Digging through your bag, you pulled out a travel sized first aid kit. You were prone to miraculously hitting your hands on things or ramming your legs on corners, so you made sure you were prepared. After fixing yourself up, and sticking a SpongeBob band-aide on it, you reopened your book continuing your story from where you had left off. A few pages in you heard a ruckus at the entrance causing you to roll your eyes. Of course this would happen. The noise quickly died down and you were satisfied again, until there were movements coming from across from you. You didn’t bother looking up, but you could see that someone was there.

A loud sigh broke the silence, but you shrugged it off. Another loud sigh sounded and your eyebrow twitched a bit with annoyance. All you wanted to was to read your book in peace, was that too much to ask? When who ever it was let out another breath, you finally looked up, eyes filled with irritation. Your groaned, rolling your eyes when you saw Dean sitting in plain sight. What the hell was he doing here?

“Are you lost?” You asked, your voice filled with sass.

“No, just wanted to enjoy the quiet for a while.” He grinned.

“Then be quiet.” You spat, returning to your book. You had just finished the page when an excruciating voice reaped through the silence.

“Baby, there you are.” The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, but whinier… if chalkboards were whinny.

If looks could kill, you had already killed them a million times. You grabbed your things once again and left. Dean was your neighbor, thus you saw him every single day, practically 24/7 and it drove you insane. Not only did you have to deal with him, you’d had to deal with his sad excuse of a girlfriend Lisa.

His window was right across from yours and he would always blast his stupid classic rock songs, sing off-key out loud, and when Lisa would go over, you’d have to listen to her unbearable laughter and their traumatizing love making when his parents were out with Sam. You loathed him. It was almost as if he did everything on purpose.

School was finally over for the day as you made your way to your locker, leaving the books that you didn’t need and taking the ones you did. Shutting the door, you jumped in surprised unaware that anyone was standing there.

“K-Ketch! What the hell?” You flattened your hand over your chest.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to pop in on you like that.” He smiled, his British accent thick.

“It’s fine. Is there something you need?”

“No, just thought I’d ask if I could walk you home? I’m headed in that direction anyway. My grandmother’s house is on the next block over.”

“Uh, sure. Why not?”

You and Ketch made your way out the door making innocent small chat. You had no problems with him, other than the fact that you and the entire school knew he had the biggest crush on you, but he was still a gentleman. He wasn’t suffocating, a stalker, or constantly texting or trying to talk to you, so you didn’t mind him being around. If anything, it was flattering.

Dean was standing at his locker with Lisa draped all around him. He smiled and reciprocated all the kisses Lisa was giving him all the while stealing glances in your direction. He subtly rolled his eyes as he saw you and Ketch walk out of the school. He didn’t like Ketch. He was always his competitor in everything. If there was one thing he was better at, it was academics.

“Hey Lis, I’m gonna head home, I have to pick up Sammy anyways. I’ll call you.” Dean escaped her grasp, quickly making it to the parking lot to his car. He started her up and made his way out taking the route where he was sure to run into you. He finally caught view of you and Ketch, rolling his eyes at the sight of him next to you. “Hey, you two finally playing house?” Dean joked, inwardly cursing at himself.

“Dean, get lost.” You groaned.

“Why don’t you drive along and mind your business, Winchester.” Ketch added.

“Oh, hey Ketch. Are you on your way to have some tea with Y/N?”

“Even if we were, it wouldn’t concern you.”

“Yeah whatever man. Y/N want a ride? I’m on my way to pick up Sammy from school. He’s been asking why you don’t ride with me anymore.”

“Uh, maybe because you and your girlfriend are disgusting? I feel bad that Sam has to be around the two of you.” You scoffed.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Sweetheart. He’s picking up a few pointers here and there.”

“Don’t call me that. And that’s besides the point. You’re his big brother Dean, he looks up to you. You should be a better role-model for him.”

“That what he has you for.” Dean chuckled making your eyes roll in exasperation. “Anyways, want a ride or not?”

You looked over at Ketch then back at Dean. You had a soft spot for Sammy and really wanted to go with Dean and surprise him, but you didn’t want to leave Ketch to walk by himself. You were torn and it was showing on your face.

“Y/N, why don’t you go with Dean. I’m sure Sam would really love to ride home with you like old times. Don’t worry about me, I’m a man. I can take care of myself.” Ketch smiled, rubbing his hands on your arms soothingly.

“Thanks Ketch.” You gave him a big hug before hopping into Dean’s truck.

Driving to the middle school was filled with awkward silence. It had been a long time since you and Dean rode in the same car together, since you stopped being friends. You had wished things were different, but he betrayed you and you couldn’t forgive him for that.

Back in middle school you and Dean were best friends. Walked to and from school together until Lisa moved to town. You admitted that she was nice in the beginning, but you noticed that everything started to become a competition with her. Who was at class first, who Dean hugged first, who got the window seat in class, who got to sit in the middle in the truck. It was ridiculous and borderline pitiful on her part.

Our middle school dance came along and we had been planning on going together way before Lisa was in the picture and he chose to go with her instead, his best friend. What crossed the line for you was that he didn’t even have the audacity to talk to you about it. He blew you off for a girl he just met and that hurt, a lot. He had thrown the loyalty factor out the window.

You stared out the window when Sam came into view. His face instantly lit up at the sight of you. “Y/N!” He shot up from the bench he was sitting on and ran over to the car, not giving you enough time to move before he had you in his vice grip hug. “You’re here!” He chirped, pulling away from you.

“A little squirrel told me that you missed me coming to pick you up.” You teased, scooting over to the middle of the truck. “And looks like you’ve gotten eve taller!” Your eyes widened.

Sam laughed. “I did miss you. You never come with Dean anymore. And I’ve already grown 3 more inches.”

“When we get home we’re measuring ourselves. I don’t want my little Sammy to be bigger than me!” You fake cried, hugging him while ruffling his hair.

“Actually, he’s already taller than you,” Dean interrupted as he drove.

“Are you kidding me? No fair!” You pouted.

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re cute being small.” Sam joked.

“Sammy, you wait until you get your first girlfriend, I’m gonna get all big sister on your scrawny little ass!” You punched him playfully, Dean smiling from the driver’s seat. It had been so long since his dad would pick you all up from school and drove home together. To Dean, this was peaceful. This was like home. He missed this.

Finally reaching home, Sam practically dragged you into their house, leaving Dean behind. “Mom, Dad, Y/N’s here!” Sam beamed, leading you into the kitchen, his hand still holding yours.

“Y/N, it’s been a long while since you’ve come over, good to see you.” Mary dropped what she was preparing to come over and hug you.

“Hey there kiddo.” John ruffled your hair. Some things never change. “HA, well look at that. Sammy’s finally taller than Y/N.” John bellowed.

“Hey!” I pouted causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you won’t have to protect me anymore. This time I’ll protect you.” Sam announced. John and Mary giggle, you smiled feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Sam was just too sweet.

“Hey Dad, Mom,” Dean walked in smiling, setting the keys on the key hook.

“Hey Son.” John called.

“Dean, honey, is Lisa coming over tonight?” Mary asked. “And Y/N you are definitely staying. I’ll call your mom later to let her know.” Mary pointed. You looked over at Dean who was already staring at you.

“Nah, she’s got other things to do.”

“Yeah, like building an alter of you in her closet.” Sam teased.

“Shut it, Sammy.” Dean spat, causing Sam to laugh.

“Give it a rest you two.” John scolded.

The three of you made it to the living room. Dean sat on the arm chair turning on the TV. while you and Sam sat on the couch, Sam going on about a book he’s been reading. You didn’t mind. You loved seeing the enthusiasm in his face and the excitement in his voice. Sam was such a nerd.

“Jeez, Sammy. C’mon, quite yapping her ears off.” Dean groaned trying to hear what was on TV.

“Sorry, Y/N. It’s just really nice to have you around again. Oh, hey! Want to see my room? I changed it around and I got this new shelf! It’s like I have my own mini library!” Sam shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand once again and leading you upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his room showing you all the new books he got and posters. You were impressed. His bedroom had definitely come along way since he was in elementary school. You were mindlessly looking around when you took noticed of his desk, something was peaking under a pile of papers. Curiosity got the better of you and you pulled it out. You managed to stifle your giggles and calmed yourself down.

“Ahem. Busty Asian Beauties? You read these now?” You teased, waving the porn magazine in the air. Sam’s eyes went wide and his face flushed in the deepest red imaginable.

“Th-that… That’s not mine! Dean’s always doing this!” He snatched the magazine from you, throwing it into the small trash bin near his desk.

“Sammy, it’s okay. I used to find a whole bunch of porn in Dean’s room all the time too.”

“That’s not the point.” He sighed. “I’m not like that.” Sam slumped on his bed.

You sat next to him, awkwardly wrapping an arm around this shoulders due to his height. “Jeez, kid. You’ve grown way too much.” You joked.

“Yeah, I’m not a kid any more.” He stated.

“No, you’re not. Maybe I should start calling you Sam since you’re a man now.” You teased, however Sam took it seriously.

“I like that. I think everyone should start calling me Sam.”

“Okay then, Sam.” You smiled, Sam returning the gesture.

“Hey, am I interrupting something?” Dean popped in the doorway.

“We were just catching up.” You responded.

“Y/N, wanna hang in my room? Kinda wanna talk to you in private.” Dean muttered.

“Dean, Y/N is hanging out with me right now.” Sam stated, as a matter of fact.

“Sammy. I mean Sam, I’ll be back alright?” You assured him before leaving his room.

“Of course you are.” Sam was a little disappointed. He knew that you weren’t coming back. It has always been you and Dean. He grumbled to himself as he got up and shut his bedroom door, falling onto his bed in annoyance.

Dean had brought you into his room. Everything looked the same except there were more music posters on his walls, and his computer had been switched out with a laptop. As Dean closed his door, you plopped yourself onto his desk chair, bringing your legs up so that you could sit cross legged.

“You’re going to sit there?” Dean questioned. You usually sat in the middle of his bed.

“Yeah, don’t know when the last time you changed your bedsheets. Don’t want getting any of Lisa’s DNA on me. Gross.” You shuddered at the thought. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Anyways, what did you want to talk to me about?” You spun yourself on his chair.

Dean tried to speak as you continued to spin yourself. He watched you with frustration at you lack of attention skills. When he tried to talk to you again, you started to spin yourself faster. You were starting to get dizzy but didn’t care. You didn’t really want to be in the same room with Dean at the moment, especially not in his bedroom where he and Lisa spent most of their time in, but you were curious to what he possibly had to say.

As you were about to send yourself on another spin, Dean’s hands were suddenly on the arms of the desk chair holding you still. Your eyes met with his, fury in yours and annoyance in his. The pair of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you realized how close to his face was to yours.

You slightly turned your face away, unable to look into his gorgeous green eyes. “This has been going on long enough, it’s time we fully talk about what happened in eighth grade.” Dean stated, his voice serious and stern.

“About how you ditched me for Lisa? And on top of that, you’re still with her after three years.” The venom in your voice could kill.

“Look, I really liked her and she liked me. I took the chance on actually having a girlfriend. We were friends, I thought you’d be happy for me. But then you went all psycho on me and ended our friendship.” Dean hissed, pushing on the chair you were sitting on roughly away from him. Your eyes widened at the nerve of him.

“So this is my fault? Screw you Dean.” You spat, abruptly jumping from the chair. “We made a promise that it was you and me and then you went and ditched me without a word. You left me hanging. I waited for you that night and got no call or warning. So I headed to the school dance to find you there with Lisa hanging all over you. Then the whole night you didn’t even bother talking to me or apologizing. If this is my fault that I thought my best friend was someone who cared about me, then yeah, this is my fault. I cared too much and you didn’t care at all.” By the end of your short speech, you were seething.

“I didn’t mean–” Dean started but got cut off by you.

“No. Screw you. I hate you.” The words slipped passed your lips. You didn’t mean it, you could never mean it, but you were just so angry at him. You were hurt. You gave him one last look, seeing the shocked expression he held. Unable to bare it, you turned to leave. As the door opened, it was shut immediately, causing you to jump.

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was soft. You could feel his hot breath fanning the back of your neck. You didn’t even realize he was that close.

Your eyes fell to his hands that were on the door, one on either side of your head. You licked your lips nervously not knowing what if you should say or do something. Your breathing becoming a little uneven at the close proximity. His body heat was quickly melting into yours and the room just felt hot.  

“Most friendships don’t last forever, anyway.” You breathed, not daring to turn around. You couldn’t imagine the hurt on his face that was inflicted by your words.

“Y/N.” You heard the tremor in his voice. Your heart clench wondering if he was crying, and if he was that was on you.

Finally gaining the courage, you shifted, turning your body to his. You didn’t look up, just stared at his plaid clad chest. The red one was always your favorite. Dean moved closer, his scent a lot more prominent. When you noticed that he wasn’t stopping, you took a step back, feeling the door behind your back. Soon, Dean was about an inch away from pressing against you.

“D-Dean.” You cursed yourself for stuttering.

“I’m sorry. It was the only way I could think of.” Confusion took over you as his words sank in. “I thought I could forget about this feeling by dating her but it didn’t work. It still doesn’t work.” He shuffled closer, his chest was flush against yours as his forehead rested on the door. His breath on your ear.

You lifted your hands up to his chest, supporting them there. His heartbeat was racing and thumping violently against his chest. When he didn’t move or say anything, your hands slid from his chest to around his torso, wrapping your arms tightly around him, you face buried in his chest. You missed him more than you realized and having him this close to you was enough for you recognize that. Dean reciprocated the gesture, holding you close, one hand on your back and the other cupping the back of your head.

After a few minutes, Dean pulled away just enough so he could look at your face. Your watery eyes met his soft ones. You noticed his eyes travel down to your lips and before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were against yours. The kiss was soft, yet hard and desperate. It didn’t take you long to mold into him, kissing him back like you always wanted to.

When reality finally crept back into your conscience, you shoved him away, your lips parting with a smacking sound. God, how you missed the feeling already. “We, we can’t.” You heaved. “You have a girlfriend.”

Dean continued to stare at your disheveled form, eyeing you up and down. He proceeded to approach you again, this time he hooked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you above his hips and pressing his lips hungrily back to yours. Completely stunned, your mind went blank of anything but Dean, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him closer. Your arms clung around his neck, your hands tangled in his short blonde hair.

Before things could go any further, a knock came from the other side of the door. Dean groaned as he released his hold on you. He scanned over your figure, taking in the way you looked in front of him. Swollen lips, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, a panting mess, and he also noticed the glassy look in your eyes. That look alone was enough for him to go primal, but he couldn’t ignore whoever was on the other side of that damn door.

A knock came again. “Dean, Y/N, Dinner is ready!” Sam shouted, pounding on the door this time.

“We’ll be right out, Sammy.” Dean called, attempting to sort himself out.

When you finally came to, you hurried yourself to do that same, fixing your hair, straightening your shirt, and trying to calm your heartrate.

“What the hell just happened?” You whispered to yourself. Dean casting a look your way having heard your question.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I couldn’t… help myself. This is on me.” He assured you.

“No, I kissed you back. I wanted it just the same as you did.” You confessed, running both hands down your face, releasing a heavy sigh. “You have a girlfriend, Dean. And as much as I don’t like her, I don’t want to be that girl.” You admitted before heading out the door.

You made it down the hall, walking into the kitchen smiling at the Winchester family at the table. Dean walked in taking the empty seat near his dad and across from his mom. You occupied the seat next to Dean and across of Sam. Sam gave you a bright smile, which you easily returned.

“This looks amazing,” you complimented as everyone filled their plates.

While everyone was eating and making small talk, mostly talking about why you weren’t coming over more often and what you had been up to. Your only excuse that you could give them was that you were focusing on school and all your AP courses were pretty tough, although the really weren’t. You were smart, which was one of the reasons Sam looked up to you.

You were telling them about the colleges you were applying for such as Princeton, Harvard, Notre dam, and Stanford, just to name a few. You didn’t really care much for the fancy schools but your parents wanted you to go somewhere that had a reputation. Mid conversation, you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. Your body stiffened and your breath hitched in your throat. You shook moved your thigh in hopes that he would get the hint, but his hand still remained. His grip only tightened.

As a warning to Dean, you stabbed your fork in a piece of chicken before bringing it to your mouth. His eyes followed your fork to your lips before settling in your warning stare. He subtly bit his lower lip, taking you by surprised. He actually liked that.

“Is my son bothering you, Y/N?” John jumped in. Dean’s eyes went wide when he had realized that his father knew there was something going on.

“No, Sir.” You replied, a bit stunned yourself.

“You always do that. You’d aggressively take something from his plate when ever you were mad at him.” John smiled.

“O-Oh, wow. Do I really do that?” You giggled, free of Dean’s hands on you. “I was actually talking to Dean earlier asking about what his future would be like, but he wouldn’t tell me, so I was a little annoyed at him about that.” You lied.

“Dean, why didn’t you tell Y/N?” Mary asked before she turned to you, “He wants to be a detective.”

“Really?” You and Sam said in unison. You shot a look at Sam, surprised that he didn’t even know.

Dean groaned, embarrassment evident on his face. “I think it’s cool, but I don’t know yet. I just don’t think I’m smart enough.” He confessed.

“Dean, you’re smart enough to do and be whatever you want. It actually fits quite perfectly for now that I think about it. You were always into that comic book, what was it called? Supernatural? You loved all that mystery, investigating, and hunting stuff. And your extremely determined when your focused.” You told him confidently. You knew Dean despite the inactive years together.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.” Dean smiled.

Dinner quickly ended and you and Sam volunteered to do the dishes. John and Mary had retreated to the living room to watch a movie, while Dean headed up stairs.

“You really believe that Dean could be a good detective?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I think Dean can do anything. But I was a little surprised that he would choose crime investigation. I always pegged him for… I don’t know, like a police officer, or a fire fighter, maybe a superhero!” Sam said with enthusiasm. “Dean is the coolest guy I know.”

“You’re right. He’s the coolest guy I know too. You in second place.” You teased. “Lisa is lucky to have him.”

“Lisa? Didn’t Dean tell you? When we were upstairs in my room, my mom told me that Lisa dropped by and Dean broke up with her. Isn’t that what he wanted to talk to you about?”

“No, well… maybe, but we didn’t get that far in our conversation.” It all made sense. You knew Dean well enough to know that he would never cheat, even if he didn’t like the girl.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam muttered, drying the plate in his hands.

“Yeah, Sammy?” You questioned.

“You like Dean, don’t you?” His question came out of no where.

“Of course I do. I like you too.” You told the younger Winchester.

“Yeah, but not like how you like Dean. You love him don’t you?” You didn’t know what to say to him. “I can tell. I could tell that you liked him for a long time. You looked at him like how my mom looks at my dad. When Dean started going on with Lisa all those years ago, I was shocked. But then I thought that maybe you could love me that way.” Sam confessed. His cheeks reddening.

“Sa–”

“But,” you were cut off, “If it’s Dean, then it’s okay. He’s the only guy that isn’t me, that deserves someone as amazing as you.” Sam finally looked up at you. He was slightly taller, a little more serious, and you could tell that he had definitely matured. He was a man.

“Thanks, Sam. That means a lot to me.” You smiled, opting out from calling him Sammy.

After doing the dishes, Sam had joined their parents while you made your way up to Dean’s room. You slowly opened the door without a sound, seeing him staring at the ceiling. He was lost in his thoughts until you laid down next to him. The dip in his bed breaking him out of his trance.

“Hey.” You turned on your side so you were facing him.

“Hey.” He said back, only turning his head to look at you. “Did you really mean all that? You think I’m smart enough to be a detective?”

“Dean, you can be whatever you want. You are smart, especially when you’re really into something. I’ve seen you build your own soapbox derby car all on your own, without your dad’s help. And this was when we were 10. So yeah, you can do anything.” You grinned. His lips curled upwards as his emerald eyes twinkled.

Without thinking, still staring into his gorgeous green hues, you leaned forward, pressing your lips lightly against his. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your cheeks warmed up noticing he was looking straight at you.

“I–” you started but was cut off by Dean molding his lips back to yours. His arm slipped under your waist, circling around it, motioning and pulling you on top of him. You moaned in his mouth at the new position, feeling how excited he was getting.

The kiss quickly escalated, and you found yourselves gyrating against each other while your tongues fought for dominance. Him winning in the end. Your skin felt hot under Dean’s touches, as his hands slipped under your shirt caressing your sides and back, never going too far.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Lisa?” You asked after you were able to break away from him.

“I was going to but things took a turn for the worse and then you were just driving me up the walls, and then I just couldn’t help myself. I was gone from you for so long that having you so close, I just lost it.” He professed breathlessly. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I’m sorry.” He finally admitted his deepest truth.

You were stunned, unable to relay any form of words to him. Instead you crashed your lips back onto his, bring your hands under his head in attempt to bring him closer. In one swift motion, Dean had you under him, assaulting your lips in desperation, like a starved man. His crotch between your legs that were rubbing against his. His hands were feeling you in places that the both of you only dreamed of. In that moment, everything revolved around Dean.

You had loved him since childhood and now that you knew he felt the same way, you were going to hold onto him as tight as you could, and you were going to let him (any man for that matter) have you have you for the very first time.

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