#and yes she just found jesus all on her own n decided thats her thing

[alienglowgarden]

thinking abt if I put my deranged christian saint girlie Mal into iwatex......

[missmarveledsblog]

Sir? ( Pete Mitchell x Reader )

summary : he never thought he would be in this situation but why did it surprise him he was pete maverick mitchell after all the impossible was always possible in his life ... only this time he didn't think he would fall for one of the dagger squad member sister .

warnings: age gap ( mid to late thirties for reader although i know the fic request said older sister i decided to make her jake twin sister ) , goofy , fluffy fun, traumatising hangman , mention and alludes to smut 18+ , not proofread i got the request and honestly had to it asap 🫡🤣

to the person that requested this thank you for the request and hope you liked it❤

This  cat and mouse cause was something he thought he was done with , he found he was too old , that somehow it was he was left to the pasture . then he met her  while grabbing a part for his motorcycle while she was grabbing a part for her car . he stood in awe at the beauty of the woman just metres away not realising he was staring for so long til she looked up and that smile that took his breath away ( see what i did there … ok back to the story )  . she was younger than him that much was obvious sigh for him to walk away and scold himself but yet it seemed his body had it’s mind of it own and his mouth was the same idea . 

“ hey sorry but i had to introduce myself … pete mitchell “ he held his hand out . 

“ y/n  nice to meet ya pete mitchell “ she giggled shaking his hand and bright smile on her face . 

He was surprised more at himself when he asked if she wanted to go for coffee sometime  even more surprised when she said yes and game him  her number  and told him to call her before walking out the store leaving him with a victorious grin and high five from the guy behind the counter.   Now he didn’t think he would actually do it but then he thought  of the what if’s and what he had to lose in the whole thing. Yes she was younger  , wasn’t like she was in her twenties , ok so she was thirty eight but still they were both adults . when they did have that coffee date well he was transfixed with the woman   how she was funny, beautiful and smart as hell  he knew  was a goner and by end of it they went back to his and well he knew he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to pete mitchell found himself addicted in all things that where y/n . 

They were sure he was a clone person or whatever fanboy told them  because pete mitchell was showing up to work with pep in his step and smiling all the time .  a new lease on life as the man was flying with a new vigour even letting the push ups slide every now and again .it wasn’t like he was a cold bastard before but shit he was more and more cheery after the weekends , the dagger squad didn’t know whether to be happy , scared or happy for the captain . they all stood at the door looking in at the man smiling  brighter than the sun while talking to someone on the phone  the unmistakable  “ i miss you too” and “ i’ll see you later kay “ . 

“ you think the old man’s finally getting some “ jake asked . 

“ ew don’t say it like that , he’s practically my dad” rooster grimaced . 

“ hey its good to know the old man got it in him” the texan smirked patting rooster back as he walked into the hanger just as Maverick hung up .  “ so when we gonna meet her ?” jake asked shit eating grin on his face. 

“ your not hangman” pete chuckled shaking his head . 

“ so there is a her ?” rooster ran into the room . 

“ aw bradshaw getting a new mom “ jake snorted  only to earn a glare shot his way . 

“ why can’t we meet her … shit she not like a twenty year old or something ?” rooster grimaced . 

“ no  she not a twenty year old and your not meeting her because we’re still .. navigating things “ pete nodded . 

“ so she your age ?”. 

“ jesus leave the man alone  and enough with the interrogation bradshaw “ phoenix rolled her eyes although she couldn’t lie she was also just as curious .

“ she’s 38 ok  and thats all your getting “ pete shoot his head . 

“ she younger than me “ bradley gasped. 

“ same age as me … is she hot ?” hangman smirked clearly loving the situation seeing as it was getting a new found respect for his superior and riling rooster up in one glorious moment. 

“Ok enough about my personal life lets get up in the air ok “ pete called hoping it would be the end of the question but it was only the start. 

A couple of month before he found himself  wanting to spend every second with y/n  and with her brother staying with his friend  , he was sitting  there watching her move around the kitchen making them both dinner everything in it all felt so domestic it went from a hook up to something more something that neither of them talked about but yet  on the same page .  something he  took to this point of his life to want , the she was the man reason he wanted it . she even brought up casually of meeting her brother at some time so they didn’t have to wait for the man to stay out so they could hangout in her place. Another situation he never thought he would find himself in especially at his age and yet he couldn’t help but agree to it .  everything about this felt right  even after dinner when the two sat on the sofa watching a movie enjoying the company of the other , he definitely like when  she got that look in her eye  or the subtle movement or how each kiss started to linger and heat up . wasn’t long before the two were heated kissing before he brought ignoring the picture on his way up  or the one he knocked over when the two made it to her room .  the way he had her crying you his name as he devoured her hole or the way he made her cry out his name in pleasure.  The way she had him body and soul as their bodies intertwined between the sheets .  he didn’t want this with anyone else y/n had him and he for once didn’t want to let go .  the three little word on the tip of his tongue and yet thats where they stay for now at least he wanted to do it right . 

The sun was peaking into the room  , eyes blurring and focusing to the moring light stretching out to feel  her on his chest . eye lashes fanning her cheeks and pillow plump like honestly like an angel sleeping away bed head and all. It was almost a crime to wake her up as he began to get up  his plan failed as she began to stir . a tired smile on her lips as she looked up at the man eyes filled with adoration and something else  something to  the effect his own were giving her. 

“ morning beautiful “ he smiled leaning down to kiss her head. 

“ morning handsome “ she giggled nuzzling into his chest. “ you hungry ?” she asked sweetly making him melt completely.

“ i’ll make it you sleep more” he kissed her head before tilting her face up to kiss her lips . 

“ how about you make coffee while i go to the bathroom and i’ll make us breakfast” she countered. 

“Ok deal go i’ll have a cup ready for you “ he chuckled as she got up only for a groaned to fall from his lips at her naked form . 

“ well i’d get going then maybe we can come back up here after the fueling up” she winked as he threw his head back letting out a laugh .

Throwing on his  sweatpants on  he headed down the stair stilling when he heard movement  a slight panic when he realised her brother must of came back early ready to turn back but thought suck it up he was gonna meet the guy some way and it would be awkward either way so least rip the bandaid off as he didn’t plan on going anytime.  Confident as he walked in the kitchen but as soon as the confidence had come, it went just as quick as he felt the color drain from his face staring at the familiar back of a person he knew all too well . 

“ hey want some cerea…. Sir? “  the voice dropping as jake Seresin was looking at the topless captain standing in his sister's kitchen . 

“ hey handsome where’s my … jake what are you doing home so early “ her smile dropped quicker. 

“ please don’t say shes the …. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MY SISTER MAV” jake yelled as she wince hiding behind the man giving she wasn’t wearing many clothes bar a tshirt and panties.  “ he’s old as hell and my boss what the hell y/n “ he groaned. 

“ hey he not that old plus i’m older than you “ she shot back weakly . 

“ by ten minutes … how long has … What are your intentions with my sister… can you please go put on some pants please “ the blonde whined . 

“ i honestly thought you knew “ she said softly looking between the both . 

“ how ? you said the guys name was peter “ jake scoffed.  

“ i said his name was pete dipshit “ she shot back . 

The two sat quietly neither speaking a word  , the silence was deafening although he knew her surname and the accent such of tipped him off but maybe it was his way of the whole  ‘love is blind’ sort of thing or so he told himself as hangman was currently staring daggers at him .

“This is so fucked” jake finally said breaking the silence. 

“ didn’t seem like it in the hanger” pete muttered . 

“ that cause  i didn’t think you were screwing my sister” . 

“ i’m not screwing your sister .. it’s not like that i care for her more than you think ok i know  it’s not ideal and she’s younger than me or the fact she could do hell of alot better but i love her “ pete spoke up not realising what he just said til the words slipped out of his mouth . 

“ you love her?”  jakes eyes almost softened a little bit . 

“ you love me?” her voice made him fresh before turning to see her standing with a smile on her face and yet he couldn’t in that moment care . 

“ very much so” Mav nodded noting her slowly making her way over. 

“ i love you very much so too “ she smirked peck his lips . 

“ oh shit my sister is Bradshaw's new mom “ Jake groaned as Mav laughed and her head tilted in confusion .

[fleshbarbie]

Same, but different.

Summary: Billy and Reader don’t particularly like each other, Billy thinks you’re a snob with a perfect life, you think Billy is an asshole with anger issues. That’s until the party starts to hang out more at your house, meaning Billy is there more often than not (because of Max) and thats when you both find out you’re more alike than you think.

-

“Can you guys keep it down?” You called out to the group, barely being heard over the sounds of the kids arguing and the obnoxious banging on the door. 

The only response you received in return was an apologetic smile from Will who seemed to be the only person who had heard you. You shook your head, unable to fight off the amused smile as the rest of the party continued to fight over who was currently winning whatever game they had decided to play for the night. Knowing they weren’t going to shut up until they came to a mutual agreement, you moved on and continued your journey to the front door, where whoever stood on the other side knocked again.

Gripping onto the cold handle, you opened the door with little effort, almost rolling your eyes at who you were now face to face with. Billy Hargrove.

You despised the teen for many reasons, the main one being that nobody stopped talking about him and it only seemed to boost his already over-the-top ego. Wherever you went, you either heard his name or saw his face and it didn’t take long for it to irritate you. It had only gotten worse once the party started spending most of their free time in your living room. The bunch had recently developed a friendship with your younger sister Alice, they shared the same interests and enjoyed her sass and quick wit (which you always argued she got from you).

But that meant that Max Mayfield, Billy’s step-sister was always over at your house - most times you found out she was over without anyone in her household knowing. You always scolded her for it when you found out, telling her that they need to know where she is at all times because, what if there was an emergency? But she didn’t seem fussed, only rolled her eyes and promised that she’d tell them from now on but she never did so you gave up with your lectures. 

“Is the little shit here again?”

Billy didn’t bother with a hello, getting straight to the point but you didn’t care. You wanted to get him away from your house as quickly as possible.

“If you mean Max then yes. But I’m only willing to go and get her for you, if you ask me nicely.” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising a brow as you awaited his next response. 

He shot you a dirty look, taking a cigarette out of the box he had been holding since you opened the door.

“I don’t have time to play your games (Y/L/N). Just go get her, tell her she should’ve been home an hour ago.” He grumbled, lighting the cigarette that now hung from his lips.

You didn’t move, not an inch. You stood in the same place and stared back at Billy. It only took him a second to realise you weren’t doing what he had told you to do and your stubbornness annoyed him more than he already was when he first arrived.

“Jesus Christ, can you go get her please?”

You smiled at your achievement, it wasn’t something many people could do: get Billy Hargrove to use his manners. You nodded your head, holding up two fingers to signal you’d only be two seconds. He didn’t say anything back, only puffed at the poison stick blowing the fumes into your house.

Half jogging into the living room, your eyes focused on the kids who had stopped arguing over who was winning - only now they were arguing over who was in last place. Sometimes it amazed you how they managed to remain friends.

“Um... Max? Billy’s here. Said something about you being an hour late.” You interrupted their heated debate, they all fell silent at the mention of Billy.

Max threw her cards down on the table, sighing at the thought of leaving her friends and having to put up with Billy for the next half an hour as he drove her home. She said bye to the others, to which they all responded to with their own ‘Goodbyes’ and ‘See you laters’. You smiled at the redhead when she approached you, which she gladly returned. You hadn’t known her for long, maybe two months at the most? But she had quickly become like another little sister to you. She always came to you when things were bothering her. You let her rant and gave her any advice you could manage and she adored you for it.

You led her to the front door which was still open, and you leaned against the doorframe whilst you patiently waited for her to put on her shoes which she had kicked off as soon as she got to your house over three hours ago now. 

“Are you coming by again tomorrow?” You asked her.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Both Billy and Max answered at the same time, you looked between the two wanting to laugh at the fact they both wore the same annoyed expression on their faces.

“You think I’m gonna let you out again after the shit you pulled tonight? Do you think I enjoy coming all the way out here for you Maxine? At this time? You’re a pain in my ass.” 

Billy finished his small rant by throwing down his cigarette, squishing it into the concrete with the heel of his boot. Max didn’t respond, only pushed past the two of you with an empty look which tugged at your heartstrings. 

“Hey, don’t be a dick to her Hargrove. She’s just a kid, they always lose track of time when they’re with their friends. I’m guessing you don’t know what that’s like considering you’ve never had any?” You fired, sending him the meanest glare you could manage.

He chuckled at the insult at first, taking a quick glance into your house. “You’re the one with a house full of kids (Y/N). Don’t have any friend’s your own age?” 

With that, he winked at you and strutted away over to his infamous blue Camaro, probably thinking he was amazing for the comeback he had thrown at you. You didn’t bother to waste your energy saying anything back, you knew he’d only enjoy the fact he’d gotten under your skin. Instead you slammed the front door shut, mumbling about how much you hated the mullet haired bastard under your breath. 

-

It was now just past 10:00pm and you had waved goodbye to the last member of the party, Mike’s Dad had disappeared down the street after spluttering a wide range of apologies at you for being late. Something about how he thought Karen was coming to collect him, but when he’d gotten home after a late night shift he realised she hadn’t bothered. Maybe if she knew Billy came over for Max every now and again she’d be more than eager to come get her son. 

With an exhausted sigh, you returned to your living room for what felt like the 50th time tonight.

“Come on Alice, you need to get ready for bed now.” You told your sister, her back was towards you as she continued to clean up after her friends.

You joined her on the floor, picking up the cards that Dustin had launched across the room in anger after Lucas had accused him of cheating for the third time. 

“Is Mom gonna be home tonight?” 

Her voice was quiet, you almost thought you had imagined it until you glanced over to her, only to see her already looking back at you. 

You could only shrug, looking back down at your hands, trying to distract yourself by putting the cards into a neat pile.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, I’m sure she would’ve stumbled in by now.”

You kept your tone light and easy, not wanting to upset Alice.

She sighed but nodded. “You’re probably right.”

Putting the cards back into the box, you opened your arms gesturing Alice to come in for a hug. She didn’t waste any time and launched herself into your comforting embrace. You rubbed her back, pressing a gentle kiss to her head at one point.

“Don’t worry about it too much bug, she’ll probably make an appearance tomorrow like she always does. You know what she’s like.” You paused letting her soak up your words before you spoke again, “Go get into bed, I’ll finish up cleaning. Can’t have you being grumpy at school tomorrow, you’re already on thin ice.”

“That wasn’t even my fault! Miss Richardson is just overdramatic!” She exclaimed, pulling back from your embrace.

You laughed at her reaction, now standing up and helping her do the same. “Oh I’m sure she is, but still.. you need to make sure you don’t get into any more trouble. Can’t have people calling around here.”

You knew at her young age she wouldn’t understand how serious it would be if a teacher came over to speak to your Mom, only to find out she’s not at home and that, honestly, she’s hardly ever here. But she wasn’t stupid either. She knew it wasn’t a good thing that you were practically raising her yourself at this point, and that if people found out changes would be made. Changes that neither of you would enjoy.

So with a sigh, she nodded. “I’ll try.”

—

The next day you made your way to your locker, pushing past a few people who seemed to be walking as slow as they could just to annoy you. You eventually arrived at the same dull coloured locker you looked at almost every single day, and began exchanging the books you no longer needed for the ones you did need. Concentrating on the books, a loud thud beside you made you jump, your hand pressing against your chest in shock.

Looking to your side, you frowned at the sight of Billy leaning against the locker next to yours with a smug grin.

“Should be paying more attention to your surroundings, sweetheart. I could’ve been here to attack you.” He tutted, shaking his head.

“What do you want Hargrove?” You asked, now closing your own locker to focus all your attention on him.

He slipped his hand into his denim jacket, pulling out a slip of paper and holding it out to you. You stared down at it in confusion, focusing on the messy handwriting that was scrawled across it.

“Why are you giving me your number?”

He stood up straighter looking a tad bit annoyed at the fact you hadn’t taken it from him yet, so instead he just shoved it in your pocket, keeping his hand inside whilst he explained so you couldn’t take it out.

“It’s for when Max decides she wants to sneak over again. I need you to call me when she does, so I’m not looking like an idiot searching all over Hawkins for the little brat.” He told you, which was half true.

He hated driving around from house to house trying to figure out which friend she had decided to sneak off with, but he also hated the verbal and sometimes physical abuse he received from his Dad whenever Neil figured out Max wasn’t in her room, or anywhere else in the house - though of course he’d never tell you that part.

“Fine.” You agreed, “I’ll let you know, but don’t come storming over in one of your moods when you have to come get her.”

“Fine.”

After that was said, both of you fell silent not really knowing what else to say. He removed his hand from your pocket, but remained pressed up against the locker beside you. You zipped up your bag, placing the strap back over your shoulder and made a move to get to class, but a grip on your arm prevented you. You planned on tugging yourself away, and giving Billy a harsh glare with a few not so friendly words. But then you realised the grip was gentle and all of a sudden everything you had planned vanished from your mind and instead your were looking back at the taller boy waiting to see what he wanted.

“Are you okay? You look exhausted.”

Now this stunned you. His voice, which always held a hint of annoyance or amusement had been stripped of both and instead he sounded both genuine and concerned. He had never been this way towards you, the pair of you were always throwing insults to one and other, it was weird but the fact that you didn’t mind it made the situation even more bizarre. Recovering from the initial shock, you nodded in response.

“I’m okay. I just had to stay up a little later last night, the kids left me a mess to clean up but I don’t mind.” You told him, which was half true.

The party had left your living room and even a little bit of your kitchen a mess: things had been thrown, drinks had been spilt and half eaten food had been left behind. It took you just over an hour to get it all spotless and back to normal. But you also had a younger sister to look after, and exams to study for, and a part time job that you got in order to help with looking after your sister. All of it left you with not that many hours to sleep and so you attended school with five hours of sleep if you were lucky - though of course you’d never tell him that part.

He didn’t seem to buy it though, staring at you for a few seconds longer before finally nodding, accepting the fact you wouldn’t be telling him anything else. Not that he blamed you. You weren’t exactly best friends. He released the hold he hand on your arm and you didn’t spare him another glance, instead you just sped down the still semi-busy corridor not wanting to be late to class.

Billy watched you, he was intrigued. And he made a promise to himself to find out what you were hiding.

-

hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr, i usually post my stuff on wattpad but recently i’ve been obsessed with this app and i’ve been reading almost everything steve + billy related. this mini series is something i’ve been wanting to write for awhile now and i’m finally getting it done! i hope you enjoy it, sorry if there’s any mistakes i missed!

[angstysebfan]

I want to make a request thats absolutely perfect for bucky. Maybe he and the reader have a friendship where everyone knows they like each other but they don't believe it themselves no matter how often they flirt. Bucky workds up the courage to ask her out but some sort of miscommunication or ge overhears something incorrectly leads him to believe that she is going to stand him up(which she doesn't) so before she gets the chance to he stands her up. She's crushed and refuses to hear him out because if they really are friends why would he believe something he overheard. I hope this isn't too much. I miss your writing so much so I really wanted to send this in

Sure thing! Hope you like it @joannie95!!

I Thought...

You have been with the Avengers for about two years. You were rescued from HYDRA after going through years of physical abuse and experiments. When you arrived at the compound you had major trusts issues with everyone, except Bucky. You latched onto him like a lifeline. He was the one who carried you out of that HYDRA facility, and you recognized him immediately as the previous Winter Soldier. Through him you learned to trust the rest of the team and became a member of their family.

Since the day you came to the compound, you and Bucky were practically connected at the hip. He quickly became your best friend, and you became his, besides Steve. Somewhere along the lines both of you developed feelings toward each other, though neither of you would admit it. Everyone saw the looks you both would exchange when you thought no one was looking. They all heard the longing in your voices when you spoke of the other. But the most obvious thing is the flirting back and forth.

One morning you woke up and headed down to the kitchen to grab some coffee, slowly. You walked in and saw Steve, Nat, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky sitting around drinking coffee and eating whatever breakfast they prepared. “Mornin’” you mumble to everyone. You hear a chorus of “mornings” said back as you shuffled to the coffee machine to pour a cup for yourself. Suddenly you feel a kiss on top of your head, and arms wrapped around your waist, “Mornin’ Doll.” Bucky says against your head.

Butterflies go crazy in your stomach as you lean back against Bucky’s chest. “Mornin’ handsome” you say seductively, looking up at him. You can’t help but love his eyes to the point that you would get lost in them if you could. He leans down and kisses your forehead, squeezing your waist and rubbing his thumbs in soft circles. You clear your throat and finally look away and leave the room, your heart pounding in your chest. Bucky watches you leave the room, his own heart pounding.

“Jesus man, can you just man up and ask her out already. I honestly can’t handle how pathetic you look, and the sexual tension is getting to me.” Sam says. Bucky looks at him for a moment, before looking back at the direction you left. “She doesn’t feel that way about me. She just likes to flirt.” Bucky says defeatedly before sitting back down.

“I don’t know Buck. She seems just as interested in you, as you are in her. I think you are both just too scared to admit it to each other.” Steve says. “She is crazy about you, Barnes. She talks about you all the time. Man up and ask her out!” Nat says with a roll of her eyes before leaving the room. Bucky looks at his hands which are resting on the countertop. “I just don’t want to lose her.” he says.

“I’m telling you man, she. likes. you.” Sam says irritated. “You are just too scared to do anything about it. Ask her out!” He yells. Bucky looks at the doorway, sighs, and heads toward your room trying to figure out the words he will say, and silently praying that you really do like him, and that his friends aren’t wrong. He stands in front of your closed door, trying to get the nerve to raise his hand and knock.

When he finally does raise his hand, you suddenly open the door and jump at the sight of him. “Buck? You scared the shit out of me!” you shout punching his shoulder laughing. “Sorry Doll. I had to talk to you about something.” Bucky said sheepishly. You allow him to enter your room and sit next to him on your bed.

“What’s going on, handsome?” you ask, grabbing his hand and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. Bucky feels the blush coming but somehow finds the courage, “I... uh... would you...” he stutters, losing his confidence as quick as he found it. You grab his face and force him to look at you, “What is it Buck? You know you can tell me,” you say with a soft smile. “Would you... maybe... want to... go out on a date... with... me?” he asks. 

You stare at him in shock for a moment. A date? Bucky Barnes is asking you out on a date? You know he is waiting for an answer, and the longer you take, the more fear he has. “Yes.” you say with a small shy smile, cupping Bucky’s cheek. He leans into your touch and smiles. “Tomorrow night, I will pick you up from your room at 7pm.” he says. You nod and kiss the tip of his nose. Bucky stands and heads to your door with a big smile on his face. You said yes. You are going out on a date with him. He was a happy man.

--

After a work out you went into the kitchen where Sam was eating lunch. “Why is it that I always find you in the kitchen stuffing your face?” you ask him with a laugh. “Well you come during normal meal hours, what am I supposed to do?” he asks in return. You grab a water and your left overs from last nights dinner and sit next to him. “So... I heard from a tin man that you agreed to go out on a date with him.” Sam says with a smirk. “Yea... I... I was tired of hiding my feelings. I’ve been madly in love with that man for so long. I was scared to lose him because he is also my best friend, but when he asked, I thought it was time to come clean with my feelings.” you say, avoiding eye contact with Sam.

“I’ll give you $100 to stand him up.” Sam says. You look at him in shock and see his teasing expression. “Yea, sure. No problem!” you say rolling your eyes. “No seriously, I’m happy for you both. I think this is going to be good for both of you,” Sam said with a genuine smile. “Thanks Sammy,” you say before kissing his cheek and leaving the room.

--

The next day you spent all afternoon getting ready. You were so excited for this that you couldn’t think straight. Nat and Wanda came in to help you pick out an outfit, and decide what your hair should look like. Around 5, you jumped in the shower and start prepping for the most amazing night of your life. You kept wondering if you should let him kiss you first, or if you should kiss him first. Maybe see what the moment brings. 5 minutes to 7, you sit on your bed, awaiting Bucky. 

At 7:30, you text him to see if something held him up. No answer. At 8:30 you change into sweats, trying to hold back tears. Maybe there was an emergency mission he had to go on, and didn’t have time to tell you. Maybe he was on his way back to compound and traffic caused him to be late, and his cell phone died. Or, maybe he changed his mind and didn’t want to go out with you. That thought made the tears you had been holding in, finally come out.

You decide to head to the kitchen and grab water, before just going to bed. As you walk past the common room you see Bucky watching TV. You walk into the room, “Bucky?” you ask, walking up to him. “Is... where have you been? I have been trying to reach you,” you say. Bucky doesn’t even bother to look at you, “Uh, yea well I decided against the date,” he says with a shrug. You are taken aback by not only his words, but his causal demeanor on the subject.

“Oh, and you didn’t think to inform me? I was waiting for you for almost two hours. I had Nat and Wanda help me pick out an outfit. I...” you choke back a sob. “You embarrassed me by standing me up, and you don’t seem to give a shit.” you say, anger now forming. Bucky finally looks at you, and for the first time in the 2 years you have known him, his beautiful blue eyes are cold.

“Well, maybe Sam will give me the $100 for standing you up.” he says. Your eyebrows shoot up. “Are you fucking serious? You took a joke Sam said and assumed that I was going to stand you up!?” you shout. “You said yes! What was I supposed to think?” Bucky shouts back. At this point everyone else has made their way to the common room, hearing your argument.

“Well you obviously didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, you fucking asshole! I... I thought you knew me better than that! I... I thought our friendship and feelings meant more to you. Fuck you Bucky! I can never trust you again.” you say before running from the room. Sam steps up shaking his head, “Dude! We were joking! She was never going to stand you up! I told her after that comment that I was happy for the both of you.” Sam said.

“Fuck! What did I do?!” Bucky yells at himself sitting down and putting his head in his hands. “Buck, go apologize. Now!” Steve says smacking Bucky upside the head. Bucky quickly ran to your room and knocked furiously on your door. “Y/N, please open the door! Please!” he shouted. You sit on your bed trying to keep your resolve that you cannot trust the man on the other side of the door.

“Y/N, I am so fucking sorry! I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please open the door!” he continued to yell. You sigh and walk to the door, “Bucky, please just go away. I can’t talk about this anymore today. I just... we can talk tomorrow.” you say in a shaky voice. Bucky leans his head against your door. “I... I know I messed up. I know you might now ever forgive me. But, I... I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” he says before walking away.

You stand there in shock at the words you just heard. He loved you. You still hold your resolve and decide you will deal with everything tomorrow.

--

You woke up the next morning and see a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers on your nightstand. You can’t help the small smile at the sight of them. You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. You decide to head out to the kitchen, knowing you would have to face this head on eventually. You open your door and see Bucky sitting against the wall on the opposite side of your door. 

“Hey Doll.” he said sadly, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes. Your resolve breaks slightly seeing the man before you. “Buck, what are you doing out here?” you ask. He stands up and looks at you, “I was worried you would try and hide from me.” he says. You nod in understanding. “Look, Buck I understand that you are sorry, and I appreciate your millions of apologies, including the flowers, but how can I ever trust you to come and talk to me about things? You heard something, misinterpreted everything, and instead of asking me, you stood me up on purpose. I thought I meant more to you than that.” you say looking at the ground. 

Bucky steps forward, “You do. Sweetheart, you mean more to me than anything. Hell, I would give up everything for you. I got in my head that I wasn’t good enough for you, and when I heard that I assumed you thought I the same. I.. I should have spoken with you, but I just thought I was doing you a favor. I.. I will regret it for the rest of my life because all I have ever wanted was you.” he says.

You lean in and brush your lips against his, lightly. “I love you too Buck. But, I am going to need some time before I am willing to give you a second chance. I.. I hope you understand.” you say. Bucky looks at you sadly, but nods. “I understand.” he says. You kiss him lightly again before walking away.

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[tribill-hexaclintonium]

Candy Theif

A quirk, thats what most people would call it. She figures its more of a comfort thing.

About once a month y/n got a bag of blow pops and put them in a little jar in her room. She'd eat one when ever she was sad, just to cheer her up a little. Even though the gum had a weird texture, the taste was comforting. Thats all she really needed.

Y/n cant remember when, but one day the blue lollipops started to go missing. No big deal, everyone knows the strawberry ones are better. Not very long after the green ones started to go missing, she started to wonder who was taking them. It could be Tony, he tends to steal her food and candy isnt far from that field.

As it was the beginning of the month, she went to the store to get more suckers. Hopefully this month she could have at least one blue candy before they were taken. Maybe the place has mice, she thought.

It wasnt until she came back to find Bucky enjoying a blow pop in the living room that she realized it wasnt Tony at all.

"James"

He stoped abruptly throwing whatever he had in his hands to the opposite side of the couch. He looked wide eyed in her direction.

"Is that mine?" She asked nodding to the candy.

"Thats an interesting question because actually I found it just- " She let him stutter on for a while before she shook her head, pushing off the doorway she was leaning against.

"James"

"Dont call me that, youre reminding me of my mom" he groaned. She punched his arm playfully.

"You could have just asked."

He stayed silent and stood up from the couch. He headed to throw the sucker away before she caught his wrist.

"Well dont waste it, you asshole" She pushed his hand tward his chest.

"Dont take all of the blue ones next time, it says a lot about your character."

"Really, what does it say?" He laughs putting it back in his mouth. She paused looking for an answer.

"Alright you got me there, I have no idea. Its just a vibe I get from blue rasberry people."

"Darn, I really wanted to know." He jokes throwing himself back on the couch. She sat back down pulling her own candy out of the newly bought bag and unwrapped it.

"You guys had candy back in the 40's right?" He turned, almost asking if he had heard correctly.

"It was 1940 not 1801 dumbass."

"Ok so what? Did you have candy or not dickwad?"

"Yes, jesus." She laughed at his frustration and decided to push further.

"Ok so what kind did you like then?"

"Its not the same as this, I mean, the stuff I got was either crappy gum or weird chalky buttons."

"So no blow pops in the 40s, good to know grandpa."

"Dont call me that either, we had lollipops but not this stuff." Now he really sounded like her grandpa.

"So have you always liked this 'stuff' oh dear grandfather of mine" She batted her eyelashes for emphasis.

"Have I always liked candy?" He paused.

"Yeah I mean who doesnt?" He shrugged, throwing the clean stick into the trashcan, he missed but she wasnt going to say anything about it.

"Did the stuff back then dye your lips like it does now?" She asked a little more confidently. A little flirting never hurt anyone.

"Yeah we, uh, used a lot of chemicals back-" He didnt bother to finish before he looked back at her. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged. He smiled a little.

"You cheeky bastard."

"Hey, you stole my candy I had nothing to do with this grandpa." He leans back and crosses his arms.

"I dont owe you shit."

"I agree" She said shifting to sit cross legged.

"You take my stuff too, you know." He said, thats true. Its not her fault he leaves his shirts out where technically anyone could take them.

"Well let me take this opportunity to apologize." She said with a mischievous smile.

"Thank you, Im sure its difficult for you to say youre in the wrong." He said, he was more smug than she could stand.

"Yeah, I should have known better. I read somewhere the elderly get very attached to personal items." She says holding back a laugh. He turns to her frustrated beyond belief.

"I could strange you right now, you know."

"Ah is that a carry over from the great depression?" She started to walk to her room.

"Im keeping the new bag asshole!" He yelled after her. She flipped him off and continued on her way.

[tasteslikepepsicola]

Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 4)

Part 3 - please read before proceeding to read this chapter

Y/N and Steve are together, and haven’t heard from Sodapop in weeks, everything should be going great for the new couple, but something seems wrong.

Word Count: 1,700+

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Authors Note: wow wow wow! I’m really sorry this took so long! I actually had half of this written a couple weeks ago, and decided I hated the direction I took it in, so scrapped it and had to start from scratch. I also started school, meaning I had less free time to write, and I just wanted to make sure it was perfect before I posted it. Next part coming soon! Thank you for supporting me <3 I love you. Oh! and ~ please send in some requests ~ I love to write for ideas you guys may have. Also, I promise the name will make sense eventually. Anyways, enjoy the story!

Tears stream down her cheeks and Y/N chokes back a sob, racing down the steps of the Curtis home as fast as she can, ignoring Sodapop calling and chasing after her. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t listen to a half-assed apology from him. She couldn’t feel his intense stare, or deal with the absolute hurt she saw in his eyes when she told him about Steve. Flashbacks replay in her mind through short montages. Steve grabbing her waist, pulling their bodies so close. Sodapops glossed over eyes as he drunkenly stared at her from across his dimly lit kitchen. The sharp, abrupt sound of Ponyboy startling her awake. 

And most of all, the heartbreak in Sodapops voice when he told her, He has a part of you now. A part of you that you can’t get back. Something you can’t give me anymore.

She wanted to be mad, she really wanted to. She knew that his statement was dumb, outdated, ignorant even. But she couldn’t help but feel that deep down he was right. She lost her virginity to a boy she didn’t love, to distract herself from the boy she did. How could it get any worse than that?

She doesn’t stop running until she is at the end of his street, turning the corner when she slams into something, hard. She falls backwards, flat on her ass, and cradles her head that just collided with another runners.

Through the pounding noise and feeling in her head, she hears someone ask, “Y/N?” She rubs her eyes to clear them of the dizziness and tears that still fall.

“Steve?” she wonders aloud. 

“Jesus,” he says, now noticing her tear stained cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” He outreaches his hand to her, helping her to her feet. 

“Everything is so screwed up,” she says. 

He pulls her into a tight hug, holding her as she lets herself cry into his shoulder. Neither of them says anything for a while, each enjoying the others comforting presence. It’s almost peaceful, until Y/N feels Steve pull away. She looks up at him, confused. She notices him staring past her, and when she finally turns around she sees Sodapop, about ten feet away, still catching his breath, staring sadly at them.

“Sodapop-” Steve starts, walking towards him. Sodapop immediately turns the other direction and Steve begins walking after him, fast.

When he reaches his best friend, Steve places a hand on Soda’s arm, in an effort to get him to stop.

“Sodapop please just wait a minute.” Steve says.

“Forget it Steve, I don’t have anything to say to you two.”

Y/N makes her way towards the pair, “Sodapop, please, we can work through this if you just listen.” She isn’t quite sure how she could be so angry at him and still not be able to face him walking away from her.

Sodapop turns around swiftly at the sound of her voice. 

One last look of betrayal flashes through his eyes, and Y/N is at last, speechless. The two of them don’t need to say anything, because they both already know, there’s nothing to be said anymore. And so, she watches him walk away, again. This time, the world is turning, her feet are on the ground, and this is real. And the distance between them is only getting greater as he walks away from her, and she doesn’t follow after him.

*****

It’s been five weeks since Y/N saw Soda last. And besides the remaining longing for someone else, things with Steve had been going great. They had been going to the movies, taking long walks accompanied by longer talks, and Steve had even surprised her with a picnic in a grassy field that they had found on one of their walks. Y/N could feel herself starting to truly move on. For the first time in years, someone else was on her mind besides him. 

There were only a few weeks left in the Summer, meaning it would be filled with the last parties of the season. On this particular Saturday night, Y/N was accompanying Steve to a party at Buck’s. She was wearing her hair straightened, (the way Steve liked it,) and a tight, square neck, red dress. She and Steve held hands as they walked into the party, one of many they had attended that Summer together. They scanned the room for Dallas and Two-Bit, who they planned on meeting there tonight. By now, they had established themselves as a bit of an it-couple, everyone wanted what they had. They were hot, happy, and from what everyone could see, they were in love.

Although, nobody knew the truth. Neither Steve nor Y/N had admitted their love for the other yet, and for no reason other than the presence of an unshakeable feeling that still, they were doing something wrong, like an inextricable weight they were carrying around. 

The party was loud, crowded, and smelled of marajuana, boos and body odor. Before her and Steve became an item, Y/N rarely partied. Standing in that red dress, watching a game of beer pong being played by Steve, Jess, Two-Bit and Dally- Y/N found herself reminiscing about the Saturday nights she had spent curled up on the couch at the Curtis house. While everyone went out, she and Sodapop would stay behind, and just enjoy the others presence. She shook her head, clearing the thought from her brain. It was true that Y/N had been thinking about Sodapop less these past few weeks, but that didn’t mean from time to time something would remind her of him.

The music changed from upbeat and intense, to slower and sweet, as “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka started playing. The room suddenly filled with couples making their way to the center of the room, beginning to sway to the beat. Steve finished his game with one last bounce of a ping pong ball, making him a winner. He cheered and high fived Jess, and then made his way over to Y/N, grabbing her hips and pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Dance with me, beautiful?” he hums.

She smiles, taking his hand, and following his lead to the center of the room. As the beat picked up, he rested his hands on her waist, she hooked her arms around his neck, and stared up at him through thick eyelashes. They swayed back and forth, as he moved one of his hands to rest on the small of her back.

“Y/N…” Steve started.

“Steve,” she quipped back.

“I care about you so much,” 

“I care about you too, hone.” 

“There's something I want to tell you-” he started.

Suddenly, Y/N smelled an all too familiar cologne, and the boy who smelled like roses and gasoline made his way towards the crowd and past Steve and Y/N. She wondered if Sodapop saw them, was he coming to them? Her question was partially answered as Soda walked right by them, briefly pausing to put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, in what looked like an attempt to make his way through the crowd better. 

Steve and Y/N exchanged a glance, and she thought to herself, he must know what he’s doing. Why did he even show up here? He knew we would be here, and he hasn’t been to a party since...since that night. And he hasn’t talked to either of us since that day on the street outside his house...what's his motive?

And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit Y/N, that maybe he’s just here because its a party. That maybe, he actually didn’t see his two oldest friends, because that isn’t what they were to him anymore. They were all just strangers, and he came here to have a good time, maybe meet a girl, and for once, it wasn’t because of or about her.

No longer wanting to think about this awkward situation, and completely forgetting Steve was trying to tell her something, Y/N put her head on his shoulder, her eyes just barely being able to peer over him, as he held her so close.

The music was still playing, and more people continued to make their way onto the dance floor. 

“Y/N?” Steve asked once more.

“Yes?” she questioned, not moving her head from its position on his shoulder.

“I- I love you, Y/N,” Steve whispered softly.

Y/N is stunned for a minute, unsure of what to say. She still had so much to figure out. No, she shouldn’t, it should be clear who she loves by now. But- why doesn’t it seem to be?

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sodapop leading some girl to the dance floor, her giggling, looking back at her friends with a blush on her face, as Sodapop grins with satisfaction. He had only been here for two minutes, how had he already found a girl thats drooling all over him?

And then, it's clear, Sodapop has moved on, and so should she.

Y/N takes her head away from Steve's body, and stares into his deep, green eyes.

“You love me?” she asks.

“I love you,” he repeats.

“I love you, too.” she says, as he breaks out into one of the biggest smiles she had ever seen him wear. 

He grabs her hand, holding it up, intertwined with his own, and turns to the couple next to them, showing their hands, and loudly exclaiming, “She loves me!”

They look utterly confused, but his enthusiasm is endearing.

“Yes, I love you, so can you please come back to Earth and kiss me already?” she tells him, playfully grabbing him by the collar and making him look at her.

“Say it again.” he teases.

“Oh my god,” she rolls her eyes, unable to control her laughter.

“Say it, Y/N.”

“Oh my god! I love you Steve Randle, now kiss me you idiot!”

And finally, he connects their lips as the music dies, and the rest of the world fades away; so much in fact, that neither of them feels Sodapop’s burning gaze on them, and neither knows that his heart had just shattered into a million pieces.

[pinkykitten]

The Shoulder Touch

Peaky Blinders

Isaiah Jesus x female! reader

Warning: none 

Specifics: romance, comedy, fluff, one-shot, race neutral reader, based on a movie, gifs

People: isaiah jesus, tommy shelby, arthur shelby, michael shelby, john shelby, finn shelby, bar woman (oc)

Words: 2,399

Summary: isaiah jesus meeting you for the first time since you moved to small heath, he does the hey from spider man into the spider verse.

Authors Note: hey...so this is not an au its just like based, gave me inspiration for this fic. this is my first peaky fic so im sorry if i get some things wrong or somethings just sound stupid ur girl far from perfect. isaiah is actually one of my fav characters and miles i love him with all my heart and soul. if u havent watched spider man into the spider verse pls do urself a favor and do that rn. if you want to be tagged or request anything peaky blinders pls do loves. also this was not requested. 

(not my gif! do not own!) 

You were from London. Your whole life was rooted there, family, friends, every thing you’ve ever known. When you became of age to make decisions for yourself you moved to Small Heath. Every one you knew thought of you as crazy, insane to make a move to number one some where you didn’t quite know and number two  (hEhheEHEehEHe im immature) some where unfortunately was more poor than you were accustomed to. You wanted to move there to find your independence. You wanted to find a simple job and live a simple life with just you yourself. All your life you were shielded away from almost everything, just once you wanted to see what the world had to offer. 

But who knew it would be this hard!

“I did not realize it was going to be this bad looking.” You complained to well a goat. You were currently making your way on a boat to Birmingham. Seated with yes some passengers and also some animals you could see the shore nearby. “Well its now or never thats what I always say. Thank you for keeping me company friend.” You stood up and patted your skirt. Anticipation easing within you as you glance at the unknown. 

You got off the boat and set to your new life. Yes there were some characteristics different from London but you learned to look past them. You peered down at the letter your boss had sent you. You were to start work the next day. You were a journalist, writing was your passion and seeing as this area was not so big as London than maybe you could gain popularity here. 

“Its a good dream to have y/n,” you said to yourself as you headed to your apartment. 

The whole day was about putting your little items you had and sticking them into your small apartment. Then since you needed food to you know live you set on going to the market not far from your living space. The day was set then with buying new outfits for your job. You did want to look spiffy! (girl thats me i wanna be spiffy naw no sticky cuz im thicccc like skippy) 

Towards the end of the day you already had your dinner and decided since it was your first night here to have some fun. You made you way to a pub nearby called The Garrison. As you made your way inside you saw the majority of the people in there were...bad. You were not used to seeing these types of people. Deciding to just try to enjoy your time here you make you way to the bar. 

You scanned around as you sat on a stool. Every one was mingling and you were the only odd ball. You crossed your legs all primp and proper and awaited service. A unknown woman came beside you to order her drink, “whiskey.” You admired how she looked, you could tell she knew her stuff. She seemed from around here. Her dress showed cleavage and as you peered down at your dress you thought that for this setting you needed to be a bit more out there. You examined her outfit and then yours and compared to hers yours looked like a little girls dress. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were copying her. You opened up a few buttons and awaited for her to leave to order. Your accent seemed even different from every one else’s. “Yes can I please have a whiskey as well.” You were clueless! You had never drank in your life so this was new, you just imitated what the other woman did. As you got your drink you took one tiny sip and almost spit it all out. The taste was very strong, you tried not to choke so as not to make a show. As you just endured the time there you could feel eyes behind your back. 

You secretly wanted to see so you tried to look back quickly but you were too quick about it, you didn’t even get a glimpse. You could see from the corner of your eye them still staring. “What in god’s name?” You cursed under your breath as you stumbled off the stool, not knowing it was that high from the ground. Proudly got your drink and strutted to the group of men looking at you. 

“Is something the matter men? I have seen you all staring at me for the past hour now, care to explain?” You sassed to the group of (delicious sexy men called the peaking puffin blinders DUHHHH) men that wore nice suits. There were a couple of them, some of them wearing the flat caps. There was a man with a neat hairstyle and a mustache, another man with his cap crooked eyeing you up and down like you were the prey. Another man with the lightest blue eyes you had ever seen, a young one with broccoli looking hairstyle (im srry finn’s hair looks so stupid!), another young one that was handsome, and another young one but he looked the most different from every one. He was dark skinned, he caught your eye. All the men looked at you sexually but all you could see was the young dark man staring into your eyes. You took a gulp feeling the bashfulness creep up on you.

“Sorry you just seem you’re not from around here,” spoke the man with ice like eyes. 

“Well, you are right about that. I am not. I’m from London...actually.” You tried to sound ferocious but that just made them like you more. 

“Really, London? We just were looking at you because well love you look so alone and a beautiful girl should never be alone. Names John.” He stood up and gave you a hand shake. They all introduced themselves except the one man you actually wanted to get to know. 

“My name is y/n. Hey you, you didn’t say your name. Whats your name?” You smiled at him. You could tell that he was getting nervous and a bit bashful as well. He gulped and Michael had to nudge him to get him out of his trance with you. “Right well um, my names Isaiah.”

“Oooh Isaiah, what a beautiful name.” Isaiah thought his name sounded way more beautiful when you said it. 

They all could feel the tension and the atmosphere of you two. Arthur coughed in order to break the awkwardness. 

“May I sit?” You found the courage to ask as you stood there holding your drink. John and Arthur were about to go against you but Tommy and Isaiah both in unison stood up for you and said yes. “Why thank you.”

“So y/n, what do you do?” The raspy voice of Tommy came out. 

“I’m a journalist. I love writing about the news and really I do enjoy just writing. It is my passion.” You took a sip of your drink and almost made a face of disgust. (omg i think i made that face now lol i just put in a jolly rancher but the apple one) “Wow this is strong indeed. How can you all drink that?” You cough into your hand and Arthur and John pat your back to steady yourself. 

“You’re drinking the wrong thing love,” Tommy says as he hands you a glass of what their drinking. 

“Right.” You brace yourself and take a huge gulp of the drink. You start coughing again and you can see that Isaiah is worried about you. 

“Too strong for ya,” John laughs with the others. 

“Nope, its truly delicious.” You hide yourself under the table for a second and try not to barf, “that was truly disgusting.” You whisper only to yourself. 

Isaiah appears, his head under the table, “you good love?”

“Am I good, well that drink was surely not but I think I can manage. Thanks.” As you lift your head up you’re greeted with his face close to yours. “Oh hello there, Isaiah.”

Michael then went under, “um what are you all doing down here? Are we having a party?” You chuckled and got back up from under the table. 

After having time to talk to the men and having a good chat you stand up and stretch, “well I think this is where I should part, it was lovely meeting you men and thank you for the drink.” You put money on the table but Isaiah puts his hand out to stop you, “no need. It was on us.”

You grinned at Isaiah and made you way to the exit but as you walked outside you heard the pounding of foot steps behind you. “Wait y/n!”

You turn around to bump into Isaiah, “whoops, yes?”

Isaiah was out of breath but he stood up straight and looked around shyly. “I was wondering, would you like to meet me here tomorrow? Just me and you, no one else?” 

“Just you and me?” You pretended to give it some thought, “of course.” 

Isaiah gave you a lovesick grin but then shook it off and pretended to be this tough guy, “alright, see you then.” 

You walked out of plain sight and Michael came out, “look at you, you really like her a lot don’t you?”

Finn stepped out to greet Isaiah, “look at him. He’s already in love.” They both made fun of him and Isaiah shook his head, “you bastar*s.”

Isaiah’s P.O.V.

The date was tomorrow and Isaiah felt clueless about what to do with you. He was nervous. 

“I don’t know there’s just something about this girl Michael. She’s different and I really like her.” Isaiah explained to him while him and Michael and Finn sat in the Shelby Parlour. 

“I’ve never seen you this nervous for anything,” Finn raised his brow. 

“Look I know you’re shy, I sometimes get like that with me girls but you need to only know one thing in this life,” Michael instructed him, placing his hand on Isaiah’s shoulder. 

“I’m all ears.”

Michael chuckled, “do you know about the shoulder touch?”

“What? I mean of course I do, but um explain it to me again. I must of forgotten.”

“Right. When you see y/n tomorrow you waltz to her and with a dashing smile you put your hand on her shoulder and give her a sexual face saying, hey.” Michael did that to Isaiah and it took everything of Isaiah to not laugh at his friends face.

“Are you sure about this?”

“My friend its biology. Every girl, including y/n you do that to will fall at your feet.”

“So like this, I just go to y/n and say...hey.”

Michael shook his head, “no its like this...hey.” His voice became deeper. 

“Heyyy,” Isaiah’s turned his voice deeper imitating Michael. 

“No, hey,” Michael did it again, smooth. 

“He-ey,” Isaiah’s voice cracked as he tried to be as charming as Michael. 

(not my gif! do not own!)

“You’re ridiculous mate,” they all have a good laugh about it. “But you can do this, even though you’re a little rusty in some areas we believe in you.”

Finn gave Isaiah a freckled smile and nodded.

“Then I’m ready.”

End of Isaiah P.O.V.

As you entered the pub your eyes searched for the handsome face of Isaiah. You subconsciously pull your dress down and swash away any imaginary lint. Biting your lips in nervousness you spot Isaiah. Feeling all giddy you motion to him with a skip to your step, your giggle like music to his ears. You wave to him with a, “hello there.”

Isaiah sees you and with a shy grin he hands you some flowers, “these are for you.”

As you grab the bouquet your hand lightly touches Isaiah’s hand. He coughs awkwardly and you gasp in awe at the beauty he has given you, “my word Isaiah these are extremely beautiful.”

“Yeah, I got them because they remind me of you.”

You knit your brows and give a oblivious look, “oh, in what way?”

Isaiah gulped, “they are beautiful just like you.”

You laughed at his cheesy pick up lines, “Isaiah you flatter me too much, but I should say the same about you.” You come in contact with him and get as close as possible. “You handsome man.” With a leap of faith (YASSSS SPIDEY REFERENCE FOR DAYS LOSERS ITS ALL JUST A LEAP OF FAITH PEEPS) you placed your delicate hands on his chest, the fabric of his suit and his body making your cold hands warm. 

Isaiah was having a nervous break down. He was trying to find what to do next with you. “The shoulder touch!!!” He thought as he pushed you back. 

“Umm?” Was all you could mutter when he awkwardly, but you can tell he was trying to be smooth, placed his hand on your shoulder, “hey.” His voice deepened.

You sucked in your lips and tried to understand his motive, “um...hi?”

The breath that Isaiah was holding finally came out and he look defeated, “I’m sorry love. I’m trying to be this tough man but truly I’m not when I’m with you I get nervous and shy like a little school boy. Look what you did to me y/n.”

You made an evil grin and pushed Isaiah on the booth. Cautiously, you sat on his lap, the end of your dress pooling around his thighs. “So I make you nervous?”

Isaiah looked like he was well lets just say bust a nut. His heart was hammering so hard and fast, with a quick nod you got your answer.

You crossed your arms, “you’re so cute! You make me nervous and shy as well Isaiah Jesus (take the wheel) that makes me feel that you actually care.”

Isaiah sat up straighter, holding your waist against him so you wouldn’t fall. He placed your hand on his chest, “you feel that gorgeous? That’s what you make a man that ain’t scared of nothing do.”

“Funny our hearts match, its like they’re dancing.” You gave a quick peck on Isaiah’s cheek and sat beside him, holding his hand. 

Isaiah felt now more at ease with you, rubbing his calloused hand against yours, “you’re something else y/n.”

You laugh, “you too lad!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, “I just wanted to say though...hey,” you deepened your voice.

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[the-everlasting-dream]

The Revelation AU- Drake x MC, Part 3

Summary: Drake and Elizabeth struggle with the aftermath of her decision to continue with the engagement. 

Word count: 5000ish whoops!

A/N: Here it is! Part 3 as promised. I’d like to than the wonderful @choicessa for all the positivity and encouragement she gave me over the last few days - without her this fic would not have been written so quickly. I used this website to reference the noble titles but I may have gotten them wrong so accept my apologies if so. 

I’ve been teasing it all week but if you thought last chapter’s cliff hanger was intense, well honey, you’ve got a big storm coming! 

CW: Some swearing, description of a panic attack, reader discretion advised. 

Based on this post with permission from OP.

Part 1   Part 2

Drake had no idea how long he stayed on the parlour floor. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he didn’t know and he didn’t care to find out. The only thing that mattered to him was the tiny piece of jewellery on the table in front of him and what it represented. 

The family heirloom ring 

Her ring.

Not anymore, some sane part of his brain rudely reminded him and his hand reached out of its own accord, turning the circular piece of gold over and over, running a finger over the three diamonds embedded in the metal. The very sensation felt wrong, like the ring had become a being of its own and was rejecting him, burning the skin it touched as if it wanted nothing to do with him. 

It would have been so much easier if Elizabeth could have just hated him. He would have preferred it if she had slapped him, hit him, looked him straight in the eyes as she screamed how the hell could he have done this to her, how could he have slept at night with the memories of his betrayal? But she did none of those things, she handled the matter with as much grace and decorum as she could, choosing the high road while he had royal fucked up, left here holding the ring instead of holding her heart. 

Could he make it up to her? What could he do to deserve her again? Did he even deserve to try? 

He’d do anything, say anything if she would just say the word. He so desperately wanted to, no, he needed to. There was no single thing that he could do that would fix this abominable mess that arisen and he could only hope that she could find it in her heart to forgive him. He would never be worthy of her again, not worthy of having someone who loved him so much she was willing to give up a queenship and a life of luxury and security for him. What could he have offered her anyway? Clearly it had only been heartbreak and betrayal. 

Perhaps, he thought bitterly. It would have been better if she had married Liam after all. 

 It would be a perfect punishment for Drake, to stand by and watch his best friend pledge his life and his love to the woman who so ardently deserved both while he would have to live with the lifelong regret. But he knew Elizabeth and he knew Liam, he knew that they weren't the type of people to turn around and take advantage of such a shitty situation. 

Drake struggled to sit on the couch, suddenly unable to lift his own weight. He couldn’t do this. Not on his own. He needed… he needed her… Elizabeth. The thought went round and round his head, repeating itself like a mantra, a prayer on his lips and by the time he gathered the strength to look up at the grandfather clock, it was long past 4am. 

His throat screamed for some moisture and he blindly reached out, grabbing the nearest bottle, dumping the contents into his whiskey glass. The room was dark, the fire having gone out hours ago. There was drink in his hand and a pain in his chest. Drake had a sense of deja vu, finding himself in the same cycle, history was beginning to repeat itself but this time, no one was coming to save him. The liquid burned his throat, different flavours he had mixed together taunted him as he cowered behind their intoxicating effect instead of facing his problems head on like a real man would.   

‘Her lips,’ he sighed pouring himself, another shot. ‘God only knows what I would give away just to have her lips on mine again.’ He had barely muttered the words when a switch was flicked and intense fluorescent light flooded his eyes. 

‘Jesus Drake! Vodka? Really?’ A voice exclaimed, ripping through his ear drum. The bottle was snatched out of his hand and after his eyes adjusted to see a furious Hana and equally aerated Maxwell glaring at him. 

‘What are you two doing here?’ He questioned, groggily, his voice creaking slightly. 

Hana’s glare intensified. ‘What does it look like we’re doing Drake? We’re here to make you make things right with Elizabeth!’ 

‘Yeah!’ Maxwell interjected. ’She called off the engagement, she even used her super scary Duchess voice on me. I didn’t even know she could do that!’ 

’That’s besides the point,’ Hana interrupted, raising her voice. ’The point is: You and Elizabeth belong together and she’s really hurting right now so you better get your ass up there and apologise!' 

He scoffed in contempt, moving towards the bottle again. ‘I’m sure she made it pretty clear that she never wants to see me again.' 

‘Come on Drake!’ Hana snapped almost screaming at him as she snatched the bottle out of his reach. ‘You have to go after her! She needs you!' 

Drake laughed humourlessly, allowing bitterness to seep into his voice. ‘This isn’t some stupid fairytale Hana, where everything magically gets resolved at the end. This is real life and it hurts like a bitch.’ 

’That’s the way it is huh?’ A new voice broke through the room as another figure stood in the doorway. ‘You’re willing to throw away everything just because the going got a little bit tough.’ 

Drake gulped in spite of himself. ‘Liam I-‘ 

’Save it,’ his best friend growled, towering over him. ‘You’re going to shut up and listen to me. Outside that door somewhere, there is a woman that you have done unimaginable hurt to. She has every right to pack her bags and turn her back on us and our country in fact I don’t see how she hasn’t already. Do you know what she has decided to do instead?' 

Liam barely paused before continuing. ‘She has just agreed to go ahead with the wedding.’ 

Drake was stunned and before he could form a cohesive thought, his instincts kicked in. 

‘Hah! He spat venomously. ‘Don’t bullshit me Liam. I’m pretty sure she hates my guts right now. I highly doubt she’d be agreeing to still marry me.' 

Liam narrowed his eyes. 'Yes you heard me right. After all that you’ve put her through, she is still agreeing to marry you for reasons I myself cannot understand. I asked her multiple times if that's what she wanted and each time she said yes.’ 

Drake didn’t reply, he couldn’t, his tongue refused to cooperate as he thought of Elizabeth and what she was willing to go through. She was more resilient than most people credited her for and this gesture alone proved how much she loved Cordonia, a country she had barely heard of less than a year ago. This alone proved how well suited she was to be a Duchess and he’d gladly fight anyone who thought otherwise. 

'You don’t deserve her, you know that right?’ Hana put in and Drake caught a hint of disgust on her face. He sighed, feeling like he’d aged ten years. Of course he knew it. The very fact resonated deep within his soul and from that moment on, he vowed to spend every waking moment working to be even half the man she deserved. He still couldn’t fully believe that she was doing this. 

'Well thats where you’re wrong,’ Liam replied and Drake realised that he had spoken that last thought out loud. 'Pull yourself together, we’ve got a Unity Tour to get back to.’ 

A week later, Drake found himself in a limo sitting across from Elizabeth, Liam, Madeline and Mara as they travelled to Neville’s family estate on the Cormery Isle. The thunderstorm had flooded the road surrounding Kiara’s home, delaying their arrival at the Vancoeur earldom by a couple of days. In that time, he’d been hoping for a moment to talk to his fiancée, hoping to steal her attention at meal times when the whole group ate together but she seemed to disappear as soon as her plate was empty. He’d heard nothing from Kiara either and the two of them avoided each other like the plague, though he suspected that she’d convinced her parents to attend their wedding and joined the tour with little hesitation as a way to make up to Elizabeth. 

He risked a look at his fiancée who stared stoically out the window at the passing scenery. On the few occasions that they had talked, she regarded him with a cold indifference, limiting her responses to as few words as possible. He was at a loss on how to approach her, knowing that she would not make his path to redemption easy so for now the best course of action he could think of was to give her the space she needed until she was ready. This knowledge did nothing to ease his heart ache and on many occasions in the past few days he'd caught himself unconsciously reaching for her hand or leaning towards her, every cell in him aching for her touch again. He was still trying to formulate an opening to a conversation when Mara beat him to it. 

‘The Vancoeur estate is just up ahead. Your Majesty, Duchess, Mr Walker you should prepare yourselves for the welcome.’ 

He watched Elizabeth snap out of her thoughts, her expression changing as she smoothened her skirt, her posture immediately changing to become every bit the Duchess of Atlantea. Drake straightened his own tie and blazer, knowing full well that Neville would inevitably find something wrong with his appearance and wouldn’t hesitate to exploit any weakness while he held the home court advantage. The limo was just rolling up to the opulent driveway when Madeline spoke up. 

‘I hate to remind you Elizabeth but there will be cameras there so it is important to maintain the image…’ She trailed off, looking pointedly at Elizabeth’s left hand. 

‘Oh.’ His fiancee’s eyes widened, shifting to him for the first time in three days as she realised what her bodyguard was alluding to. 

Throughout the entire care ride, Drake had been wondering how to bring up the subject and he now produced the little black box from his pocket, offering it to her, unsure if she would allow him to place the ring on her finger as he’d done not so long ago. Without meeting his gaze and taking care not to let their skin touch, she slipped the gold band on her finger just in time for the doors to open.  

Neville Vancoeur, Earl of the Cormery Isle stood at the end of the long entranceway before a palatial mansion, garbed in his ever present khaki checked blazer, wearing a smug smile on his face. As Liam, Elizabeth and the rest of their party approached, he executed a deep bow which Drake could bet was precisely planned so that the photographers lining the fringes of the walkway could snap the perfect picture. 

‘Your Majesty, Your Grace,’ Neville began in a pompous tone, gesturing to the building behind him so grandiosely that Drake would have rolled his eyes if not for the flashes of the cameras surrounding them. ‘I welcome you to the Cormery Isle and our humble abode. And I am honoured to present my father Marquess Rupert Vancoeur.’ 

Drake took in the older man beside Neville whose expression seemed to resemble someone who'd had month old fish shoved under his nose. His beady eyes surveyed the group until they came to rest on Drake where they narrowed and his look of distaste seemed to intensify. When Rupert spoke, his magisterial tone seemed to surpass his son’s display of imperiousness. 

‘I echo my son’s sentiments King Liam, Duchess Elizabeth. It is an honour to have you and your companions in our humble abode. I trust you will find the Cormery Isle quite a luxury as compared to its more mediocre neighbours. I do hope that the journey wasn’t too perilous and if you would kindly accompany me, we can begin the tour of our estate.’ 

As Rupert showcased his expansive grounds, Drake could not avoid Neville’s shrewd gaze as he immediately singled him out, sidling up next to him. 

‘Drake, you must be impressed by the Cormery estate. It is not so often that commoners get the grand tour.’ 

Drake bit back a sharp reply, knowing it was best not to antagonise Neville especially when so much hung upon their entire visit. ‘It is lovely. You should be very proud.’ 

The other man quickly hid a look of surprise. ‘Its about time you learned to appreciate the finer things in life. On that subject.’ 

He gestured towards Elizabeth who was admiring a painting with Liam and Hana. ‘I confess to have observed that you don’t seem to be as devoted to your fiancee as you normally are. Could there be trouble in paradise?’ 

Drake knew that Neville was purposely pushing his buttons and deliberately kept his voice even. ‘We were just stuck in a limo together for three hours. I’m sure we can survive one tour without acting like we're conjoined at the hip.' 

Neville seemed to deflect his reply, regarding him cooly. ’That may be the case but I must say my father and I require a little more persuasion if we are going to play into this scheme of yours.’ 

 Neville sauntered off and Drake turned his attention back to the tour. 

‘Now we come to the heritage section of the house,’ Rupert was saying as he lead them down a medieval-looking hallway. ‘These walls have stood for over 300 years and require a great deal in terms of preservation but I must say one view in particular holds a special place in my heart.’ 

Their group was lead to a spacious parlour decorated tastefully with antique furniture. Light flooded in through the floor to ceiling windows that opened onto a generous sandstone balcony cordoned off by a metal railing looked out onto spectacular view of the ocean. The entire structure was artfully hewn from the sandstone cliffs atop which the mansion perched. It was easy to see why the Marquess favoured this place Drake mused as they admired the seascape. 

‘Its breathtaking,' Hana mused, taking a step closer, making to venture out onto the balcony itself. 

‘Careful my dear,’ Rupert cautioned. ‘The foundations aren’t as solid as they used to be and with the high sea winds this time of year, it would be very unfortunate if someone were to hurt themselves.’ 

With that, he retreated further into the centre of the room to address the group as they gathered around, his face morphing into a seemingly apologetic smile. 

‘Your Majesty, Duchess Elizabeth I must apologise for the unfortunate timing, but there is a press conference awaiting you in the media room a few doors away. I thought I had arranged it for tomorrow but I hope you can forgive an old man for a slight mishap in the dates...' 

A slight tremor rippled through the group and Drake’s eyes flew to Elizabeth, watching as her body stiffened in surprise. She met his gaze properly for the first time that afternoon, communicating the discomfort they both felt through the look, being careful not to let that show on their faces. They had barely spoken two words to each other in the last few days and now they were expected to face an army of reporters who with no doubt would have pressing questions about their engagement. One look at Neville’s smug face told him that this had not been a mere mistake but a cold, calculated move. 

‘Lord Rupert we couldn’t possibly begrudge you for such a small mishap when you are so generously hosting our entire party,’ Elizabeth answered politely, having recovered first. ‘My fiancé and I would gladly entertain a few questions about the tour thus far right Drake?’ 

‘Of course,’ he answered, coming to stand by her, forcing a smile. ‘It would be our pleasure.’ 

Surprisingly Madeline entered the conversation then. ‘My lord, as the duchess’ press secretary I would ask you for a brief moment, say twenty minutes or so in which we can prepare. I’m sure you understand given the timing..’ She trailed off, fixing Rupert with a pointed look. 

The Marquess agreed and soon they were escorted to room a few doors down and Drake was alone with Elizabeth, Madeline and Liam. 

‘That sly dog,’ Liam grunted after the door clicked shut. ‘He knew exactly what he was doing scheduling that press conference today. ’ 

‘Whatever his intentions were,’ Madeline interrupted. ‘We’ve got to face this I know we might not like Neville and his father, but the Marquess is one of the most influential people in western Cordonia, his approval would be very beneficial in swaying the opinions the nobles loyal to him. Not to mention this is the first formal press conference to be held during the tour. If you two nail this, it would be a powerful play in your favour.’ 

‘Right,’ Drake enunciated. ‘Basically don’t stuff this up or everything we’ve worked for will be for nothing.’ 

‘I’d tell you otherwise but I’d be lying,’ Liam answered, looking tentatively between the two of them. ‘Are you sure you can handle this?' 

‘We’ll be fine,’ Elizabeth grunted through gritted teeth. 

‘I’ll be on standby to deflect any curveballs,’ Madeline promised. 

They ran over a few more details before a soft knock on the door indicated it was time. Risking a glance at her, Drake offered Elizabeth his arm. 

‘For appearances sake?’ 

She nodded once and laced her hand on the crook of his elbow, the pressure where she touched him causing his skin to tremble. Their practices smiles seamlessly appeared on their faces as the doors opened and they were immediately bombarded with questions. 

‘Duchess Elizabeth, Mr Walker, you are halfway through the tour, what can you tell us about your relationship so far?,’ a reporter called out.  

'What preparations have you done for the wedding?’ Another cried. 

They took their seats before Elizabeth reached for the microphone. ‘In answer to the first question, I can say that Drake and I are very happy together, this tour has only brought us closer as we have journeyed all over this beautiful country, getting a taste of all the wonderful things Cordonia has to offer.’ 

‘I agree with my fiancee,’ Drake added, impressed at how easily the lies came to both of them. ‘Our bond has only grown stronger as we travel this beautiful country together. As for the wedding preparations, King Liam has generously offered to host the wedding at the royal palace and I can confirm that Elizabeth and I will both be fitted for our wedding attire next week when the tour makes its way towards Cordonia’s fashion capital.’ 

A chorus of ‘awws' broke out from behind the cameras before the next question was pitched at them. 

'Your engagement is an event that is meant to bring the country together. How do you feel that your relationship has done that so far?’ Elizabeth nodded, indicating for him to answer as she took a sip of water. 

They alternated in answering more questions until a familiar paparazzo Donnie Brine stepped up. 

'In the light of the recent burning of Applewood orchard, what are you two personally doing to unify Cordonia? Do you feel that your efforts thus far have been successful?'

There was the curveball they had been expecting and Drake silently thanked Madeline for preparing them as he and Elizabeth delivered their pre-approved response to which the reporter nodded approvingly as he scribbled furiously on his notepad. 

'And looking into the future now…’ Ana De Luca chimed in. 'Has the subject of children come up? How many are you expecting to have?’ 

This time it was Drake who froze, caught off guard entirely. The topic had come up before between the two of them but he was sure that such a question couldn’t have been further from either of their minds as their main focus, especially in the last week, had been the tour and protecting the facade. The click of a camera shutter broke the spell and Elizabeth cleared her throat, adjusting the microphone before she spoke. 

‘Yes we’ve talked about it before and while we are open to having a family, we believe that, at least for the near future, Cordonia requires our services and she will be our priority for now.’ 

With that Madeline swiftly closed the press conference with a parting remark and the press members began to pack up their equipment. Drake was finally breathing a sigh of relief when an unfamiliar reporter stood up, his question ringing clear above the noise.   

'There were rumours of a falling out between the two of you earlier in the tour. Can you comment on these Your Grace? Mr Walker?’ 

His loud voice attracted the attention of his peers around him and several of them paused in their task, turning their attention to the pair of them. This time the astonishment written all over Drake and Elizabeth’s faces was not so easily hidden and the expectant silence only drew the attention of the remainder of the journalists, some began clicking their cameras. 

‘Thank you for your question but the press conference is over,’ Madeline intervened swiftly. 

Another press member lobbed a question, ignoring her. ‘I heard that you two had a fight whilst at Lady Kiara’s family estate. Did she have anything to do with it?’ ‘Was there conflict between you two about the cheating rumours?’ 

A gasp rippled through the crowd of journalists as they turned their full attention to the pair of them. Red hot anger flowed through Drake's body as question after question was hurled at them. Madeline tried desperately to regain order in the room but even her authoritative voice was lost amid the clamour as cameras flashed wildly and waves of reporters pressed insistently against them on all sides. By this time, Mara and her team had grabbed Elizabeth and Drake, making towards the exit but their path was blocked by a flock of microphones being shoved in their faces. 

Elizabeth’s breathing quickened, her chest expanding and contracting irregularly as she stood next to him, frozen to the spot, her eyes growing more and more unfocused as the din spiralled out of control. He could feel her heart rate escalate from where the crowd pressed her against him and it hit him that she was showing  signs of a panic attack. Wrapping one arm around his fiancee, Drake used the other one to shove the bodies of the reporters aside, ignoring their grunts of protest as his only priority now was to get her out of the room. After a few moments of struggle, his hand found purchase on the door handle and he gave it an almighty wrench before he stumbled through it, bringing her with him out into the empty hallway while Mara and her team restrained the paparazzi members.

Drake whirled on his fiancee, catching her shoulders, steadying her as she hyperventilated. 

‘Elizabeth talk to me. What do you need?' 

Her breath came out in uneven gasps as she struggled to form words around it. ‘I need… Drake I can’t… I need air… Can’t… breathe.’ 

He loped an arm under her legs, her hands coming around his neck as she clung to him with all her might. His mind scrambled trying to remember the directions and soon enough they entered a familiar room. He threw open the balcony doors and set her down, rubbing her back gently as the cool wind immediately rushed in, whipping her hair around her face. 

Eventually her breathing return to a normal rhythm and his hand on her back slowed its movements. 

‘Are you ok?’ He asked carefully and Elizabeth nodded lethargically, the colour gradually returning to her face.   

She leaned her weight on his side and they remained like that for a long moment. It felt good to hold her again and the warmth radiating off her form reminded Drake how much he had missed her touch in the past few days. 

‘We could have avoided this if you hadn’t insisted on going through with the engagement.’ His words were intended to soothe her but instead they had the opposite effect and her. 

'Really Drake?’ Elizabeth snapped, tugging herself out of his grip and his body seemed to ached at the loss of contact. ’Are you actually blaming this on me? At a time like this?’   

‘I didn’t mean it that way Richmond, come on. You know that,’ He fumbled, trying and failing to backpedal. 

‘Sure.. Please elaborate then.’ She retorted and everything about her body language continued to warn him to stay away. Her lips were drawn into a scowl, arms crossed over her chest, and gaze fixated fiercely on him but Drake knew he had to try, try something, anything to gain back her trust. He’d hurt her in an unimaginable way by hiding the truth and he’d be damned if he didn't exhaust every option he had to get her back. 

‘What I meant was,’ he began uncertainly, not wanting to antagonise her any further. ‘Maybe we handled this too fast, maybe getting back together right away wasn’t the best idea…' 

‘Well if you thought this was a bad idea why didn’t you say something?!’ She exclaimed with a loud sigh. ‘I’m going to look like a total idiot when the press finds out. They’ll have a field day with it. I can just see the headlines now "New Duchess Turns Down Yet Another Proposal. Are Cordonian Men Too Tame For the Wild Foreigner?”’ 

Her shrill voice carried over the heavy wind as she paced along the far border of the balcony, not caring if the strong wind ruined her perfectly coiffed updo. 

'Richmond,’ Drake warned, caution heavy in his voice as he took a few steps towards her, reaching an arm. ‘Maybe you should come away from the railing.’ 

‘No, don’t touch me!’ she yelled, jerking out of his reach.’I don’t need to you to coddle me.’ 

‘Ok I won’t!’ He shouted back, strain from the last few days emerging in his tone, causing him to raise his voice. ‘I’m sorry for worrying about your safety Elizabeth.’ His use of her first name caused her to breathe in sharply and she opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. 

 ‘Do you think this has been easy for me? These last couple of days have been utter hell for me, watching the woman I’m supposed to be marrying want nothing to do with me.' 

Her eyes blazed at his words. ‘Way to make it me seem like the bad guy! Don’t turn this when you’re the one that cheated. You’re just bitter that you got caught.’ 

‘You know damn well thats a fucking lie. Now get away from that edge before you do something stupid.' 

‘Ugh nothing is going to happen Drake!’ Elizabeth barked. 'Stop treating me like a damn child. I am FINE!' 

As if to illustrate her point, she stamped forcefully in anger against the worn surface of the balcony. Large cracks immediately spiralled outwards from where her foot had made contact with the floor and they both gasped, belatedly remembering the Marquess’ warning. 

‘Don’t make any sudden moves Richmond. I’ll come to you,’ Drake instructed carefully, looking around for a rope or any thing she could grab onto but came up empty. 

‘Gee you think?’ She quipped but her voice wavered as the fractures began to grow. ‘Any day now Walker.’ 

He inched his way towards the edge of the cracking, crouching down to lower his centre of gravity as he stuck a hand out at her. 

’Now you’re going to do what I just did and get nice and low.’ Drake had no idea if what he was doing was correct. He’d seen a few videos about saving people who had fallen through ice and frantically applied some of the technique to this situation while trying to maintain a calm facade. This should work, he thought to himself. 

Right? 

He had no time to doubt himself as Elizabeth had done as he instructed and was now reaching towards him. As she shifted, the expanding cracks widened even more and her lower lip began to wobble. 

‘It's going to be alright,’ he soothed, fighting to keep his voice even. ‘Just focus on me baby. Now you’re gonna reach out and grab my hand okay?’ Drake watched her swallow hard, blinking back tears as she reached towards him. 

Just before their fingers could touch however, the gaps between the cracks widened even more and chunks of the floor began to give way. Elizabeth's eyes met his, blown wide with in pure terror. 

 ‘Drake I-'   

She never got to finish her sentence as Drake watched in horror, her name ripping through his throat as the brittle flooring of the balcony crumbled, plunging the only woman he’d ever loved down the cliff face to the rocks below. 

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“That’s right motherfuckers...I’m Gay”

Simon Spier/Bram Greenfeld, Leah Burke/Garrett Laughlin (mentioned), Abby Suso/ Nick Eisner (mentioned)

2.4k words 

In which Simon comes out on his terms...Bram isn’t so lucky

Simon is walking though his own personal hell, Creekwood High School. Granted, high school is supposed to suck. Simon didn’t hate school for the early mornings, nagging teachers or the stupid amount of homework he was assigned.

Nope.

He hated high school because his classmates, hormonal, overly sexually active classmates. Simon didn’t make it through a school day without seeing at least one straight couple sucking face or showing any form PDA. This particular morning, Simon was greeted by his two friends pressed up his locker making out...like making out...like almost making a baby….making out…Ew

How can they breathe?

Wow I hope they’re alright after this

KISSING MARATHON..WHO WILL WIN?

Simon got out of his realizing they didn’t feel his presence. He was staring at them for so long...he thought people would start staring at him. He sees the headline on Creeksecrets now.

SIMON SPIER: RESIDENT GAY GUY STARES AT HIS BEST FRIENDS KISSING EACH OTHER

IS HE ACTUALLY STRAIGHT? OR JUST FUCKING WEIRD??

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

“YO”

They broke apart like lighting struck in between them. Nick instantly reached for his binder he lazily threw on the floor. He immediately used to cover his boner...Ew...why did he even check to see if he had one….

Simon wasn’t expecting them to break apart so quickly. He prepared a few jokes in his head in case they ignored him. Damn his friends ruin E V E R Y T H I N G. They mumbled their sorrys and hellos, as Simon dug in his locker.  Abby casually tried to fix her hair, reapply her lip gloss and checked reflection on her phone screen. Simon kept the if you make a baby on my locker, you gotta name them after me comment to himself but another sly comment slipped out.  

“They don’t call me walking birth control for nothing..” Simon scoffed and opened in his locker.

“No one calls you that…” Nick said, completely confused by the joke.

“No, but they should” Simon said closing his locker.

He waved goodbye to them, to start his trek to English.

I wonder how many straight people I’ll see boning today.

Being the only (openly) gay kid at Creekwood wasn’t too bad. They were accepting, as accepting a small town in Georgia could be. He no longer had to endure awkward conversations asking him when he was getting a girlfriend.

He wasn’t sure if more pressure was coming from his peers or his parents. They have been dropped hints for some time. Simon pretended to ignore their efforts….well he ignored them until he couldn’t. He snapped one day, he was sitting at dinner with his family and it slipped out.

His dad made a stupid heterosexual joke over dinner, instead of fake laugh and nodding along. He just said it.

“I’m gay”

His dad choked on the jasmine rice his sister Nora made. He cleared his throat, drank some water and dinner continued. Well dinner continued AFTER an insanely awkward conversation.

A few awkward conversations later...he was out to everyone he knew. His friends did a decent job of spreading the word. Every time a girl would approach the lunch table to ask out Simon, someone at their lunch would say “He’s gay”  

It was kind of inside joke with his lunch table. The first few times Simon said it rather awkwardly “yeah I’m gay sorry” . After a while Leah took over, her deadpan scared a few girls, they would turn to Simon to confirm and he would nod. Everyone has their own version of delivering the news to these oblivious girls.

Abby took the nice girl route, she called the random girls sweetie and honey and breaking the news gently.

Garrett used his class clown persona to mess with these girls. “Excuse me, are you dude?” followed by “then Spier isn’t interested”

Nick went the borderline-asshole route, “Do you have a concussion? Simon has been out for like EVER”

Even Shy Bram Greenfeld got in on the joke, “uh you do know he’s gay right?”

Simon wasn’t sure why it was so funny, maybe because Bram rarely spoke or just how nicely he told that girl that Simon was not straight. The lunch retired the inside joke because Bram just fucking nailed it.

Besides, being completely and utterly repulsed by the constant PDA, Simon is jealous of them. He wants to see his boyfriend after class and press him up against locker and make out until the warning bell interrupted them. Simon would settle for a boyfriend that would hold his hand around school. He would settle for a boyfriend.

Simon decided that being of jealous of the straight couples wasn’t going to get him a boyfriend. He resorted to (badly) flirting with guys who didn’t have a girlfriends. Only three boys in his junior class were single.

Bram Greenfeld

Cal Price

Martin Addison (yeah...hell no...Not even it someone paid him)

He started with Cal they were in drama club together. Come on he HAD to be gay, he was in drama club and he had blond highlights. Simon awkwardly approached him after rehearsals one day.

“I was gonna hit up Waffle House tonight, you want in?” Simon managed to not stumble on any of his words.

“That sounds awesome...but not tonight man Taylor asked me to run lines with his at her house” He finished off his sentence with a wink.

Ew ew ew ewwwwww

He just totally asked a straight guy on a date.

Ughhhhhh

Simon cringed, “It’s cool man, have fun. Taylor is a nice girl” Should he wink back? He didn’t…

Bram Greenfeld…..Ughhhh he’s cuteeee

Simon almost crossed him off the list. He played soccer, in Simon’s mind all athletes were straight and went on dates with cheerleaders.

Either Bram is really subtle with his PDA or he’s gay……

How was he supposed to ask this dude out if they haven’t spoken to each other without their mutual friends around.

FUCK

It’s all about timing….Simon didn’t know if it was flu season or the fact that Creekwood had a mini mono outbreak.  He found himself alone with Bram at their lunch table.

“Oh hey, no mono for soccer star Bram”

“Nah” he replied simply….damn Simon is really gonna have to egg him on to get some dirt on his kid.

“Not kissing anyone? What I thought all the soccer guys were required to have girlfriends.” Simon is now teasing him….not integrating him..I mean his tone was joking right?...Does it sound his integrating him?

Bram laughs. “ No no….A girlfriend does not come with the uniform…”

“I mean I really don’t want a girlfriend” shrugging...oh man he’s so cute.

“So what you gay or something?” Yes, Simon did just blantily asked that boy if he was gay...way to be subtle Spier…

Simon realized he waited quite a while to apologize to this poor kid. He was too busy mentally kicking himself.

Okay more than a minute has passed, and there was no sputtering denials, no strong exclamations about how straight he is. Just silence….and mega blushing.

“OH MY GOD” Simon said a little to loud. Bram sunk lower in his seat. He looked around the cafeteria, like someone was going to bust him for being gay.

He looked down to collect his thoughts and have a possible heart to heart with Bram. Everyone deserves a gay is okay talk. Simon went to look into those insanely pretty brown eyes and he wasn’t there.

Bram speed walking out of cafeteria, dumping his lunch in the bin...looking back at Simon. His eyes pleading him not chase after him. He didn’t of course...he tortured that boy enough.  

The next time he saw Bram was at Garrett’s party….well get together. It was a “we got over mono” party.

And by we… they mean Leah, Garrett, Nick and Abby….

This get together started with Garrett wanted to throw a massive party that the whole school was invited to celebrate his brush with death, surviving mono. Leah instantly vetoed the idea, suggested a regular hangout session with alcohol.

Simon was forced to go because it was a “friends thing” not a “couples thing”. And Bram was going so he wouldn’t be the 5th wheel. Whatever I’ll go for the booze.

Simon had to remind himself that he was going for the booze, not that he hasn’t seen Bram in few days. Stupid Winter Break.

A game of Never Have I Ever started, the gang filled their red solo cups with the rest of the wine, supplied unknowingly by Garrett’s mom.

“Never have I ever got shit-faced on wine” Abby stated very seriously.

Garrett chugged his wine then slurred “I RESENT THAT SUSO” Leah jokingly held him back.

“WINE IS DOPE” Garrett said stumbling to find the next bottle.

“Wow Leah, you’re dating a Wine Mom, how does it feel?” Abby said in between laughs.

“Greenfeld you’re up” Garrett egged him on…”give us something good”

“Never have I ever had mono...I don't fucking kno-”

“THATS COLD GREENFELD, THAT’S COLD” Nick grabbing his chest pretending to hurt.

Followed by a chorus of boos, Simon and Bram looked as all their friends drank. They locked eyes with knowing looking. Bram cracked a smile.

“BOOOOOO WHO INVITED THE VIRGIN”

“YOU DID GARRETT”

“Oh right...but seriously B you need to get laid man, you into anybody….a girl? A boy? At this point I don’t give a shit...you just need to laid to chill the fuck out”

Garrett drunken stupor was followed by silence. Nick broke the silence  “OKAY WHO’S NEXT?”

“I’LL GO! NEVER HAVE I EVER SUCKED A DICK”

Simon gripped his cup tighter, his lifeline, the only thing keeping him afloat. He wanted to drink nonchalantly to ease the tension but then it would imply that he has sucked someone’s dick...which he hasn’t...and lying about that would only lead to more questions. Simon looked over at Bram he looked just as uncomfortable as Simon.

“GARRETTTT STOP.”

“Okay okay okay...but you did drink babe?…” Leah and Abby rolled their eyes and cheers their cups, taking a small sip.

“Spier, I thought you were gay….no D yet...you should help him out with Br-”

Garrett was physically being pulled out of the room by Leah.

The damage has been done, Bram was looking down at his shoes. It made Simon’s heart sink, he wanted to go over to him and cheer him up. He didn’t know exactly how he would cheer up Bram they hardly knew each other.

They continued without Garrett...Nick, Leah and Abby went again.

“Oh shit sorry Si we skipped you..go ahead buddy”

“Never have I ever been outed by my drunk best friend” Simon contained his laughter, it was his attempt to lighten the mood. Bram smiled at him, a little twinkle in his eyes.  

Bram chugged his drink very dramatically, and proceed to laugh and giggle.

Instead of waiting for the prying questions he said, “That’s right motherfuckers...I’m gay”

Nick, Abby, and Leah’s jaw’s were on the floor.

Simon was laughing his ass off...Mentally cheering on Bram.

Go Greenfeld go Greenfeld

The wine ran out a little after Bram’s coming out...they toasted to “Bram’s gay ass”

Leah and Garrett went up to his room, Leah practically dragging him, being a little less than loving and caring because of the stuff he said to Simon and Bram. Leah was protective of her friends, Garrett wouldn’t hear the end of this for a while.

Abby and Nick went up to the guest room. Nick and Abby were the happy, semi-flirty drunks...giggling and booping each others noses while they struggled up the stairs.

“You kids stay safe! Use protection! Love you!” Simon called up to them, starting his own giggle fit, Bram joined him.

“You sound like my mom,” Bram said in between giggles.

“How so?” Simon looked at him curiously.  

“When I came out to my mom, she gave me the whole ‘use protection’ speech, that put all other sex talks to shame” Bram said blushing furiously.

“Anyways she convinced I was fucking the whole soccer team...actually I think she still thinks I am”

“OH! Other time I told her I was staying Garrett’s house to study, she gave me CONDOMS and lube...after insisting Garrett was in fact VERY straight...she still made me bring them”

Simon knew this story was personal and quite embarrassing, he wasn’t sure if Bram was actually drunk bambling or just using faking it to tell Simon but himself without judgement.  

After exchanging embarrassing and silly stories, they decided that sleep with the best option.

Bram and Simon were left in the living room with pull-out couch and busted recliner. Simon volunteered to sleep on the recliner...before he knew it was broken and did not actually recline.

“There’s room for two you know…” Bram said inviting Simon to join him. Patting the empty spot next him. Before Simon knew it, he was crawling into bed with Bram. A half-naked Bram Greenfeld.

Whew don’t think about that...Yeah I don’t think that you and Bram are half-naked laying on a futon. Geez, why did boys have to sleep half-naked, why just boxers? And if you were shy (like me) you wore tee shirt and boxers. If you were as confident as Bram Greenfeld, you wore boxers and nothing more….OKAY ENOUGH THINKING ABOUT WHAT BRAM IS WEARING OR HIS LACK OF CLOTHING.

Simon noticed Bram was staring at him, yeah he probably because he looked like psycho having argument with himself.

Simon looked into his eyes, and damn he just about died right there. Cause of death: drowning in Bram Greenfeld’s eyes...like chocolate pools, he wanted to drowned, he wanted to devour….He wanted Bram to be his. Be mine...Simon wasn’t sure but those eyes looked like he was inviting him in, come for a swim, make me yours.  

Simon broke the silence, “Can I kiss you?” Simon whispered...he’s not even sure Bram heard him.

“Absolutely not” Bram whispered with a smile on his face. A pure, genuine smile. Jesus Bram is one cruel motherfucker...he doesn’t look sorry about reject him...

Simon was going to turn to face the other way, he thought he could cry right there. A arm grabbed for him, stopping him from turning all the way around.  Bram stopped him. “I was kidding” Bram gently grabbed his cheek and kissed him. He was kissing him, like he fucking meant it.

“Good night, Simon”

Simon didn’t sleep good that night, a little worried about what would happen in morning. He thought about Bram being his boyfriend, Bram kissing him. That’s the only thing on his mind, Bram Greenfeld will be on his mind for quite while.

[physicistdyke]

Voxman Teacher AU Ch 1

Notes: This is an AU where both Lord Boxman and Professor Venomus are teachers at a highschool. It’s meant to be a lot more realistic and slice of life then the show so some things are different. Venomus is not the tall purple snake boy he is, but probably a tall jewish boy now. Boxman has a prosthetic arm and glass eye from a collage accident. And all the other fun sci fy fantasy cool stuff will be translated as such. Hope you all enjoy!

"Jesus, how does a kid think like this?" Boxman mumbled to himself as he sits alone in his room grading quizzes. "I gotta switch to quia or something." He stands up from his desk and stretches, this had been the third lunch this week he's spent in his classroom, doing work. It hasn't been easy, teaching high school physics/technology and trying to go back to night school himself. Most days would be filled with coffee, algebra, and confused teens, like this one. He looks back down to the paper on his desk and gives a sigh. "Have any of these kids even had geometry yet?" The physics papers were the worst, maybe a small break would ease his mind. Besides, he had a freshman class next hour, he needs this. He walked through the science hall and turned into a “secret” (janitorial) passage to enter into the back of the teacher’s lounge without having to interact with anyone. Nice, Boxy. He gave a sigh of relief as he was in the cushy safe haven of soft drinks and occasional pastries. He made himself a coffee, and sat down on the 50 year old couch that had been purchased before even he had started working here. He gave a deep breath over his coffee, sometimes just a change of scenery was nice. "That stuff’s gonna kill you, Boxman." Boxman jumped a bit as he looked up to see the gym teacher, Ms. Carol, winking at him as she grabbed an electrolite-filled beverage. "Ugh, come on Carol, I'm just trying to relax" "And you think you're gonna relax with that? It's caffeine Boxy, that's not gonna do you no good!" She takes the towel from her shoulder and places it on the counter. "You know, I always offer an after school workout program for the faculty and it's quite popular!" Boxman gave a shudder at the thought of having to take PE again, gym clothes, gym locker rooms. Boxman rushed to think of an excuse. "Oh no, I'm sorry Carol, I have the classes I'm taking down at the university. I've been stumped with work." Nice, Boxy. Carol gave a laugh. "Alright Boxy, but one day you're gonna run outta excuses and then-” she went into a power stance, "-Push Up time!" Boxman was terrified and Carol could tell. She laughed and said "I'm just messing with you, you'd only do what you'd want to." "Alright, but social pressures would tell me that I'd have to do it, so..." Carol chuckled. "Touché, Boxman." She put the towel back over her shoulder and started to head out "See you soon!" "See you, Carol." he said as she walked out. He gave a relieved sigh, talking with Carol was, a workout in itself. He snuggled his way back into that perfect groove in the couch and started to enjoy his coffee. The period wouldn't be over for another, 30 minutes? And most teachers didn't have a prep this hour so he could enjoy his alone ti... the door opened again. Boxman gave an internal sigh. He looked up to see who was there and was thrown off when he saw before him new Biology teacher, Dr. Venomous. He had only ever seen him in a few meetings but had never been personally introduced. Venomous was, impressive to say the least. He was younger than himself, and had been able to get a doctorate. Not to mention he was,, aesthetically admirable. Boxman shuffled in his seat and straightened his back a bit. "Hello there, Venomous, was it?" He managed to get out. Venomous turned his head to him "Yes, hello, Mr. Boxman," Damn, he nearly forgot about his voice too. The man could melt Gallium with a voice that warm. Venomous headed for the Mr Coffee and filled his thermos. "Is this seat taken?" He asked as he approached the couch and gestured to the opposing corner. "N-no, not at all!" Boxman said, surprised by the sudden interaction. "Well, you know, I'm still pretty new here and I'd thought I should get to know some other adults in this place." He gave a smirk. "I honestly think I'll pop a blood vessel if I have one more conversation that includes anime, fidget spinners, or sarcasm." Boxman chuckled at the comment, oh had he been there. "I'm so sorry, usually the first few years here you get a lot of freshman classes. I think it's the collective way to see if a teacher can handle the education profession or not" Venomous smiled back. "Or nah, as they would say." They both gave a pained laugh at the bad and obscure meme humor of freshman. High schoolers in general. But particularly freshman who couldn't quite get the jokes right.

“Heh, well I'm glad you've finally found an adult to talk to.” Boxman said. It was strange, he usually didn't warm up to people this quick. “You teach, biology right? That's a fun subject”

Venomous settled into his cushion. “Yeah, but I wish I could could actually teach them the good stuff. Besides just telling them ‘the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell’, I mean come on. At least let me talk about ETP or something more than that.”

Boxman rolled his eyes, “I know right? I mean how do I get it across to them that vectors are going to be important if you want to learn about the really cool stuff. At least I have the AP class that's actually excited about physics and my tech shop classes.”

“You teach tech shop as well? What do you do in there?” Venomous asked, intrigued.

“Well, you know, it's a separate room, we share with the wood shop kids, but I teach more about circuity and metal working then the other mediums. It's only for upperclassman but all the kids who take it really tend to like it.” Boxman looked over from his coffee to see a beaming and curious biology teacher looking back at him.

“That sounds great! It's amazing they can have that at the high school level. I didn't even step into a lab with a good microscope until college.”

Boxman gave a soft laugh. “I'm glad you think that way.” He looked down at his watch. Still 20 minutes left to the hour,

“Would you like to see it?”

Venomous looked enthralled by the offer but returned to his calm demeanor. “That would be, very nice” he said blushing a bit, letting his nerdiness get the best of him.

They walked side by side down the open hall. Not a soul around except for them and the occasional kid going to the bathroom. Each class they walked past gave an insight onto a new subject and a new 30 set of kids bored to death by it. They reached the room at the end of the hall opposing the art room and Boxman took a key from his pocket. He unlocked the door, lead them both in, and then flicked a switch. Lights came on and a large ventilation fan started humming loudly.

“Sorry for the noise, it’s kinda set so that if you want the lights on and to work in here at all, you gotta have the fan on too.” Boxman said.

“It makes sense, safety you know.” Venomous commented as he looked down and smiled at the man.

Boxman gave a blush and looked to the floor “Hah! Yeah well I was actually the one who did the electric work for that and,, man you don’t know how many kids I get complaining.”

“I don’t think they’re old enough to see quality work when they see it.” Venomous gave a wink. Damn that man was smooth.

“Oh, oh yeah! Yesthankyou we can proceed with the tour!” He guided the taller man into the room further as he tried to hide the rouge he gained from that sick compliment he just received. He got more comfortable as he entered into his element. “Yep! We have everything here from mass blank blue prints to an industrial sized soldering iron! As long as the kid can show they can do something safely and have an idea, we let them go nuts!”

“Wow! That’s really cool how they can have an opportunity like that at such a young age!” He said as he admired the equipment around him. His eyes lit up with excitement, “IS THAT A 3D PRINTER?!?” He looked down to Boxman who was beaming at his own excitement. He gave a stifled cough and walked over. “Heh, why does it have the word ‘Jethro’ engraved onto it?”

“Oh, well after we got the printer, my AP design class decided we had to name it. You know how kids are with their creativity.”

Venom gave a snicker. “Hm, yep, it’s our job as the public school system to crush that.” he said jokingly to Boxman.

Boxman laughed “Hah! Yeah well this class found it particularly important and somehow decided on the name Jethro. So I real quick engraved it and he’s been Jethro ever since.”

“Charming.” Venomous said with a smile.

“Thank you!” Boxman said.

Venomous leaned back against a desk and looked at Boxman. Oh shit, is he checking me out? “I gotta ask, and if it’s not too rude,” Venomous made a motion pointing to his left arm and eye.

“OH! Yeah that,,” Boxman trailed off as he realized Mr. Hot Teacher was Not checking him out.

Venomous gave a panicked look “Oh I’m sorry if that was a sensitive topic! I was just cur-”

“No it’s ok! I’m willing to talk about it,” Boxman gave a laugh and leaned against a desk of his own. “You know I don’t even consider it most of the time unless I’m scaring freshman to follow lab safety procedures.” What the two men were referring to was the glass, mildly red tinted eye surrounded by burn scars, and a left hand made of a simple metal rig instead of flesh. “You see, it was my senior year of college, I was up late in the workshop finishing my final. While I was soldering I hadn’t realized some potassium had mixed in with my soder god knows how. And this particular invention was suppose to hold water, so when I filled it in to test and checked inside the cartridge to see what was making a sound… Well, the rest is chemistry.”

Venomous gave a shudder. “Jesus thats a lot, I’m so sorry, Mr. Boxman.”

Boxman looked up and gave a slight smile. “It’s really ok! It didn’t stop me from getting a degree in engineering or my teaching certificate! And please, call me Boxy.”

Venomous reddened a bit at the sweet genuineness of the man. Even though he was probably in his mid 40’s, and not the most conventionally attractive guy, he was still pretty damn cute. Venomous’ gay thoughts were cut off by an abrupt bell.

“Welp, heh, end of this period I guess. It’s been fantastic talking with you!” Boxman said as he started out the other door that lead to the science hall. Venomous followed to get to his own class.

“Yeah, it’s been great talking with, you.” Venomous trailed off as the two headed in separate directions. He had never felt so immediately felt comfortable with someone like that, and neither had Boxman. They both had the feeling though that this would lead to something great.

[ts-akhmim]

Episode 11 | “You let me like a parasite leach into this game and I will not be going anywhere”- Ali

Alright, so now it's my time to either put up or shut up. This is the round I really need to make this move in order to put myself in a much better spot moving forward. Either Ali or Autumn need to go this round, and I need to figure out how in the hell I can make this work. I know me, Devon, and the three Beauties are in for this plan, but I'm really concerned about Jakey this round. For some reason he's not being fully forthcoming about his thoughts about this vote, and with someone telling me that him and Ali might be close, I'm really concerned that he may go and ruin this plan. I don't want to think he'd do that - he should know I have had his back since Day 1 and I still think he has mine - but like... this ain't a fun spot to be in. Part of me wants to stack on Autumn and pretend like it's supposed to be a split vote to get Ali to use his idol if Jakey does tell him, but it would be worthless, but I don't even know if that would work. So I think I really need to figure out what Jakey is ok with here and then figure out how I can guarantee the heat doesn't come on me if this plan is found out.

I- just... you think you know people. Me and Adam rn https://media.tenor.com/images/ad6bd858d5371eb4ad2755d4a11bc748/tenor.gif but also me and Adam rn https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b8/d0/26/b8d026447effad19676de7e8ccc05c6f.gif Not Adam calling me at midnight to tell me that the whole ass tribe is planning to blindside Ali. I can't even get into the tea fully cause I'm in my bag now that I know 6 people think so little of me and will to lie to my face all day tomorrow but like it's fine. They will be dealt with, Adam is a king, we will get our Emmy's tomorrow for bamboozling everyone back, and I will 100% get Ali to play the idol he (probably?) has when I lay all the cards at 7 pm EST tomorrow lmao. And I'm really gonna get Jakey and Deovn's double agent asses- THAT I do know! Just you wait cause like I said before: name an ally I won't kill

to THINK, to literally THINK i wanted adam out at a point in this game. adam is literally the only person i trust in this game, i will be the kingmaker for him to get the win he deserves. what a genuinely lovely man, im so glad we are both still here. it sounds like there is a blindside being cooked up for little old me this round and for what...i'm borderline inactive, i cant connect with anyone in this game like... voting me for what... for literally what. also if jake is voting for me i will literally scream into the void this is so stupid for him. i am literally so far up his ass in this game all season and yet he wants to send me packing and for what. adam literally is my god send, as is devon's inability to keep literally anything a secret? like i trusted devon... so much?! and yet he literally threw me so far under the bus my squished up corpse is a 2D shape. i'm so... shook?! and also i still cant decide if i think jake is in on this, but if he is... im screaming? what a clown decision. but literally i cant believe this. im so excited to idol out one of the generic men in this game out tomorrow, they can all literally suck it up i cant wait. i want to be the kingslayer, i want to be the person who votes out amir for the first time in tumblr survivor. screw keeping big threats around, fuck that noise. i'm going to literally go through metamorphosis and become alyssa this season. i will be the mother hen who takes the bullet for my allies moving forwards, adam/autumn will make it further and further (plus jake if he is proven innocent and not a snake) anyway cast assessment: augusto - he can have such empty conversations for hours?! like this tribe confuses talking lots with social game. but like with him its a real i don't love your excess energy, go girl give us too much... would love to see him do literal anything beyond just having nothingy conversations... that does not a winner make amir - WOW his galaxy brain is so big. honestly i have to be impressed with amir, the fact he has this tribe misted that he is not the mastermind he is... a testament to his skill. i want to idol him out tomorrow adam - literally my jesus. i owe him my life in this game and i will stay true to that. i cant believe i didnt trust him at first wow... i hope adam gets the win this season autumn - my other goddess.. the literal love of my life, i want her and adam in the f3 this season if i cant make it. i want an autumn hill two time winner yes please and thank you devon - okay devon remains SUCH a sweet guy but oh my god does he play like a snake HELLO. he literally pumped me full of hot air for literally nothing wow woww wowww. he has lied to me for rounds and rounds for literally nothing... am ready to get that snake caught in a trap jake - i think the man who i was willing to give up my entire game for has been lying to me, i feel the exact same way i felt when my boyfriend cheated on me like this feels so personal... and i dont even see the endgame for jake with this hello!? my heart is broken, i literally watched sharifa play in sequester for HOURS with that man and for what?! for WHAT kendall - a literal sweetheart, never dissed. hope she goes far the only non-fraudulent one of the bunch tj -askjdlfsa he is so... stale jKLJKASDFAS like as a player go girl give us nothing. i wish he was being deadass when he said we were gonna squash our beef but i guess not huh? clownery from me i see anyway its almost 8am i need bed. im fueled by rage and im ending the generic men. adam and autumn are the loves of my life, brain, brawn and beauty are linking UP.

GORL yall better hold onto your britches this is gonna be a LONG one, so immunity happens, a music challenge, which i knew was right up my alley, i was confident going into it and tbh i had no idea what was gonna happen this round, so i decided to take a risk and use my challenge advantage, WHICH PAID OFF BECAUSE BITCH I AM T H E SONGSTRESS, DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DA UP OUT MY FACE BECAUSE YALL CANT GET ME THIS ROUND. who would've thought little old me would end up winning not one, but TWO individual immunities in a single season! im always dragging myself but for once im so PROUD of myself because with my last one there really wasnt anything to brag about, it was handed to me, which kinda did feel nice in a sense considering i know no one trusts me yet they wanted to still keep me around, but like this one was M Y own WIN like on my own merit. I'm an aries, dont ever count me out because i will deliver all the gags and all the goops so after my win, i know im 100% safe, so i start to think... hmm well idk who i want to go so i guess ill see and wait if anyone says anything to me, and then DEVON calls me and we're having a convo when all the sudden he gets real coy.... and starts going "OMG ADAM UGHHH I DONT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THIS OR IF I CAN OR CANT" meanwhile, obviously i wanna know the tea so im like well bitch! spill! and he tells ME that apparently, him, jakey, tj, amir, and augusto have all allegedly been in talks and want to BLINDSIDE ALI THIS ROUND because they think he has the idol...and purposely leave me and autumn out? ill get to the THOUGHTS i have on that soon, because oh, i have SEVERAL thoughts, but as he tells me this he's basically just saying OMG PLEASE IM TAKING A HUGE RISK TELLING YOU THIS DONT TELL ANYONE ELSE, which, i DO trust devon slightly, but here's where the problems began and im gonna break it down for yall, 1) ONCE AGAIN, THE BIGGEST PHONYS IN THE GAME FAKE 1 AND FAKE 2 AMIR AND AUGUSTO LMAO LIKE .... DID WE NOT JUST END THE BEEF WE HAD WITH EACH OTHER BECAUSE YALL WANTED TO GO BEHIND MY BACK AND NOT INCLUDE ME IN THE PLANS, ONLY FOR YOU TO DO THE SAME THING YET AGAIN??????? 2) Devon also TOLD me straight up and he was kinda laughing when he said it "im gonna be straight up no one trusts you in this game but i do and thats why im telling you", because AMIR/AUGUSTO ARE TELLING EVERYONE I HAVE THE IDOL FROM BEAUTY. WHY WILL NO ONE BELIEVE ME AND WHY ARE THEY BELIEVING THEM I DONT HAVE IT. LIKE I CAN OWN MY GAME AND MY MISTAKES AND THE ONLY THING IVE DONE TO DESERVE DOUBT WAS MY STUPID LIE ABOUT THE AUCTION BUT E V E R Y O N E LIED LIKE WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BAD GUY? YALL WANT ME TO BE THE BAD GUY, CHUN LI? BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, I CAN BE. ive been playing this game with ONE mindset only. I'll be semi honest with everyone, but lie to me and then you can no longer believe a word i say.... and 3) devon also told me, while he trusts me and wants to go far with me, everyone else doesnt want to take me out this round, next round, or even 7, theyre planning to go for me around like final 6......ok so what im hearing is people are ALREADY trying to plan when to take me out and while he may trust me, i basically would have no way to play the game other than with him??? which why would i just sit there and accept that fate...OH AND ALSO 4) him and everyone else really just expects me to sit back and knowingly vote against kendall, who WOULDNT be going home so they can blindside ali...... so id literally lose a friend in this and gain an enemy? do i have idiot plastered on my forehead??? well, i guess they were right not to tell me about the plan because BITCH I RAN RIGHT TO ALI. Like honestly, screw all those people, i feel like ive done NOTHING so horrible to make people dislike or distrust me so severely so i feel like i dont owe anyone a damn thing. why would i just sit complacently waiting to get picked off at 5/6 and put all my eggs in one basket when i single handedly can change the whole game right now, and thats exactly what i plan on doing. At this point im TIRED of people overlooking me and thinking they can play this game around me and get away with it, but whatever, YALL WANTED GOOD TV, YALL WANTED A SHOW WELL BUCKLE UP BECAUSE YALL MAY BE GOOD AT THIS GAME AND GOOD AT BEING FAKE, BUT YALL DONT KNOW WHAT YOU GOT YOURSELVES INTO WITH ME, IN THE WISE WORDS OF TAMMIE BROWN, YOU WANTED CRAZY, WELL YOU GOT IT NOW ali was SHOOK when i spilled the beans to him, and i told him like look this is me giving you my trust because he's the only person who's shown me respect besides autumn and even if he wasnt being genuine, at least he's being SMART AND GUESS WHAT IT'S GONNA SAVE HIS GAME BECAUSE BITCH HE TOLD ME HOW HE HAS THE IDOL- NOT JUST ONE, BUTTWO OF THEM FJADHSKJFH GORL FIRST OF ALL im so happy i can STOP PLAYING 2048 THAT DAMN GAME WAS GOING TO BE MY UNDOING, SECOND OF ALL I LITERALLY CACKLED ON CALL WHEN HE TOLD ME, I KNEW I COULD TRUST MY GUT ABOUT HIM, OH AND IT GETS EVEN BETTER HE ALSO HAS THE IDOL NULLIFIER EFSDKAJH WHICH MEANS....if we play our cards right......we can take out whoever we want, maybe everyone was right to be scared of us. I'd be scared, i think they should all be scared, yall wanted to say fuck my drag time and time again, well watch me bring it to the runway now. we also agreed we need to let autumn in on this, which could be either the BEST or WORST move....i really THINK i can trust autumn, her and ali are hands down my #1/2 in the game, and devon right behind, although if we pull this off, i told them both i dont want to get devon since he let me know this, i think even if i blindside him and dont let him know, i can at least justify myself enough to him and let him know him going home was still never an option, but i called autumn right after ali and told her all the same tea and at first she was kinda hesitant about it all, but i knew her and jakey had a good relationship so the hardest part for me i think was making her really believe he's against her which i think i did a good job of making her believe because she SPILLED the tea to me about how her/ali/jakey had an alliance, and i absolutely did just kick him out and take his place oop, which i dont trust jake at all because something about him/amir/augusto is so shady, you mean to tell me they voted you out and he hasnt tried to go for them or vice versa this whole time.... my gut is telling me they're in kahoots, and would 100% be a solid 3 against me down the line... my whole game rn hinges on autumn believing me because its the TRUTH i just told her what i was told but clearly i painted it a little more my way oops, so as of now the plan is autumn and me will both keep playing dumb tomorrow, then around 7 pm we're gonna "tell ali" the plan (which i already told him) but autumn doesnt know he has the idol yet, so ali will confirm it to her, and we'll make our move. I'm going to push for it to be amir, i want him OUT OF THIS GAME. im SICK of him and augusto prancing around like the wicked step sisters and treating me like cinderella. but who knows, maybe devon telling me was strategy on his part so i tell ali and we flush the idol and they vote autumn, but i have to hope that all those people are good enough with autumn that they dont want to do that just yet... but i mean, ali does have 2 so we already said if we feel like we need to use both, one for him and one for autumn, it's an option. Also if any of them have the idol ... this could become a mess if someone plays one right after ali, this could also just fall apart if they split the votes 3/3 sedkfha the odds of me actually getting my way....are feeling slim, but im gonna be hopeful because it's all i got, if this works, it could be my winning move, but if it fails, and there's a high chance it fails.... im gone next round... but with ali staying i dont think thatll happen, he's a shield for me and someone i can trust, im taking a page from the michele winners at war book, and he's my jeremy. I trust him, and i need him in this game for at least a few more rounds or im just gonna be dragged along and disposed of at some point. And if i leave then whatever at least i can say i caused chaos, which im always down for.

So I think Ali is getting sketched out by this vote, so now I am working with Jakey and Devon to figure out a plan to make Ali feel safe and not play an idol. But I'm like... oh dear... this could really blow up in our faces if this doesn't work. And I'm over here trying to communicate now to everyone what is going on so that they don't panic and I'm like... wasn't I just on the bottom? Now I feel like I have some kind of power again? I like this feeling, but also, it be scary as fuck.

If last round was the calm before the storm, this round is a full on hurricane of a vote. I have spent the past round or so trying to rally the troops against Ali and I think it can finally happen? He has two idols, a vote reveal, a idol blocker, and a killer social game so these people need to smell the roses and get him out. I really hope I don’t leave but if this is my undoing, at least I tried to make a move! 

tribal is in a few hours and i have a WHOLE ass headache because i dont know what's gonna happen....so last night devon LITERALLY told me everyone but me/autumn were gonna be in the vote against ali... but then today he's telling me jake doesnt know he thinks......am i crazy? did i mishear?? or is he trying to gaslight me.....because i KNOW what i heard and i literally led this whole jake slander campaign to autumn and ali, autumn doesnt think we can trust jakey because i can see devon feeling nervous after telling me that and then they try to tell jake to get in good with us so he knows our plan, but it also doesnt really make sense if jakey works with them unless my conspiracy about him/amir being in kahoots makes sense....so i dont fucking know what's happening, if it were up to me this would stay between me/autumn/ali and we'll ask for forgiveness rather than permission on the next day... autumn/ali are on call rn and theyre supposed to let me know after because autumn is supposed to "spill" the tea to ali (which i already spilled last night) and then we'll go from there because since he does have the idol we just need to place our votes very carefully in conclusion; there's gonna be some angry gays one way or another after tribal (and a few confused heteros)

I don’t think anyone respects me... which is annoying because I am currently playing a social game. But even more annoying because nobody listens to me!!!!!! Like literally all we have to do is switch to Autumn!!!! Switch to Autumn and everything will be fine and no one is willing to do that. Ugghhhhhhh god damnit I’m going to lose my mind.

I WILL CONFESS LATER BUT WE ARE SENDING DEVON OUT 4-3 AND IM GONNA IDOL MYSELF BECAUSE IM SCARED... IM READY TO BE IN FINAL EIGHT AND IM READY TO FIGHT.

Fucking THIS AND ALL THESE FKING PEOPLE IM SO DONE, I literally have no course of action, I’ve went through every single plan in my mind and every single one reaches a dead end, I don’t know the details of how the idol block and vote reveal work I can’t switch the vote to jakey, because Ali will vote reveal and then idol jakey and then I’m left with 4 people who want me dead and jakey blowing up my game I can’t split on autumn and Ali because we don’t have the votes without jakey I can’t fucking do anything at all I have to be passive, but I have to be alert Ali isn’t gonna go, jakey isn’t gonna go, autumn won’t, and adam wont It’s going to be me or my allies So I just have to try and make it not me at this point 

I think devon is about to leave and like, that is okay, just be who you are 

[harryxmac]

Splash Days

A/N: This is how I imagine the place they visited. 

You loved days out with your family. So, with Harry home, a irritable four year old (who had coincidentally been bugging her mummy for a day out) and you wanting to be with your family, you woke Harry up and decided to go to a small children’s splash park.

Harry nuzzled into your neck as you spoke. “Mmm, love teh. But five minutes.” He moaned. “No, Harry lets get up now, c’mon, let’s wake Darce up!” You smiled nuzzling into Harry. “Just wanna cuddle yeh for a bit” He smiles. You smile back at your gorgeous boyfriend. “Harry! C’mon, let’s go!” You smiled pushing him off earning a groan.

Harry’s hand gripped the wheel as he cruised along the road. Two Ghosts playing and Darcy singing along with a smile upon her lips. Harry smiled as he sings a slight high note. “Daddy! Again! Again!” Darcy screams as the song comes to the end. “Darce, not again” you giggle. Harry puts on ‘Happily’ by One Direction. They’re both dancing and singing along in the car and you couldn’t be happier to call them your family.

Upon arriving at the Splash park you were holding Darcy’s hand and she was jumping erratically. “Calm down Darce” Harry laughed. “Two adults and a child please” Harry smiles handing her a tenner. We were buzzed through the gates and before you could stop her, Darcy  ran into the tiny pool that would just come up to her belly. Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer keeping an close eye on your daughter. You found some sunbeds beside the small depthed pool. Harry took off his top and laid down look absolutely gorgeous in his yellow shorts and his tattoos on show. Definitely the hottest Dad you’d ever seen. Harry offered you a smile and you returned. “Why don’t yeh take yeh top off so yeh in somethin’ cooler?” Harry asked. After your pregnancy you felt really uncomofortable in your own skin. You had been reassured by Harry multiple times. “Luv, everyone here has been through this and they understand, them marks are from our beautiful baby girl, okay?” Harry smiled. You smiled and nodded. You plucked up a bit of courage and took off your top showing your stretch marks but Harry couldn’t be more in love with you and your body.

“Daddy! Look at this!” Darcy smiled holding up a bucket and spade she had found. “Thats cool sweets, shall Daddy get in with you?” Harry asks with a welcoming smile. But before she could even answer he was already on his feet walking towards his curly haired offspring. Darcy beamed as her Daddy approached her making your heart melt with love. Harry sat on one of the podiums whilst Darcy handed him the bucket. Harry filled the bucket and whilst Darcy had turned her back to Harry to shout at you to come in, he poured the cold water down her back. Darcy turned around and in a four year old hump, hit Harry. “Oi! Munchakin!” Harry acted to be mad. He stood up and began walking towards Darcy making her run to you. She climbed upon your lap and cuddled softly inside. You wrapped your arms around her and laughed as Harry walked closer. “Daddy no!” She laughed. You shielded her away but Harry tickled your side making your daughter easier to catch. “Mummy!” She giggled as Harry bundled her up in his arms. “You’re all mine.” He said as he nuzzled him self into her tummy. “Daddy!!” She giggled.

After their little play fight had ended, Darcy was quite happy building sandcastles in the sand pit with Harry whilst you leisurely read your book. Feeling quite thirsty you took out your purse and ask Harry what he wanted to drink before heading over to the Cafe.

“Can I have one cappuccino, a still water and a blackcurrant fruit shoot please.” You smiled. The lady got your drinks and began making your cappuccino. Then, one of the other girls inside the Cafe spoke up. “Have you seen that guy in the yellow shorts. Jesus he’s gorgeous! He’s so sweet with his little girl too!” The woman smiled. You clearly wasn’t seen with your daughter and husband whilst in the sandpit. “Yes! Oh my god, doesn’t he just have the hottest tattoos.” One other spoke, you though of all the nights you traced them and now memorise them. “He’s such a Dilf!” The other spoke. “There’s your cappuccino my love, careful the lids quite flimsy.” The server said. You smiled and took your cappuccino. As you walked back to your sunbeds you passed Darcy her fruit shoot and Harry his water but not before placing a kiss on his wet pink lips. He smiled as you walked away from your peck and sat down with your drink.

“Everyone we are about to do our party dances in the pool so if we could have all the boys and girls inside the pool helping our girls!” The manager said through the tannoy. Harry grabbed Darcy up and helped her walk towards the pool before they both started joining in with ‘Chocolate’. You picked up Harry’s phone as it was closer to you and got in the pool with everyone. You began to take photos of Harry and Darcy admiring their love for each other. Harry honestly was the best Dad and with that you could never fault him. “Look! Smile at Mummy!” Harry smiled. Darcy turned and gave you a big cheesy grin and Harry did too. Your heart burst with the love you had for two people. How could you be so lucky?

Things had switched around and now you were having some Mummy time with Darcy, you’d played chase around the pool, built multiple sandcastles that she proceed to knock down finding it hilarious. But with the pool being Darcy’s favourite you had relocated back there. “Babe! C’mon, picture for Daddy!” Harry smiled. You picked Darcy up and pressed a kiss to her lips. “My beautiful ladies.” Harry smiled.

You were all having some lunch when a elderly woman came over and began speaking. “My love, can I just say what a beautiful family you have. Especially your husband here, he’s quite the hunk!” She smiled. Harry always seemed to attract elderly woman, but you loved seeing Harry blush. “Well, I’m most definitely the best looking here” Harry said obviously vainly to tease his daughter. “Not with this little sunshine.” The woman said smiling at Darcy. “Of course not” Harry smiled.

After a long day, it blipped up upon your screen that Harry had posted a photo on Instagram. There was a picture of you both labelled: ‘harrystyles: My world.’

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[samsotherhalf]

I’ll Never Be Enough PT 4

Authors Note: Sorry guys its been a few weeks since i updated. I’m moving this week so i’m pretty excited hope this one turns out as good as the other parts so far…

Warnings: Some language and drinking i guess..

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     …And ran out the door. Trying to mentally figure out what my next move was, god life was a fucking mess right now. The motel looked pretty empty there were a few vehicles in the parking lot. I walked around them making sure no one was looking i tried to see if any were unlocked none then i seen this old pickup truck over on the other side of the parking lot so i ran over to my surprise it was unlocked. I swung the door open looking for keys, but there wernt any, damn it. Then i had an idea i could try hot wiring it. I had to get the hell out of here and fast. I pulled my pocket knife out of my pocket cutting the wire putting my knife back in my pocket i slowly touched the broken wire together. Hearing the truck roar to life, i gotta hurry and get far enough to ditch the truck so i don't get caught. 

     It’s been 6 months…6 months since i talked to them, 6 months since i ran away, 6 months since i broke Sam’s and my heart to peices. They all still tried to call but most of the time i just left my phone off and when i didn't have it off i just ignored them. I made it from that motel in Kansas to Cali in a few days. I also found a witch that helped me so Cas couldn't locate me. As long as she was alive she said i wouldn't be able to be located by angels. I had stopped hunting since then. Laying low Abbadon showed up here or there. She told me  that i had to leave to keep the Winchesters safe, but that’s because i was going to be a sacrifice for her to take over hell. She said i had a year and i had no choice since she knew how much the boys meant to me. 

     It was Halloween and the clubs were having halloween parties, so i decided to go just to get out of my hotel room and socialize with people. This wasn't the first time i’d gone out to the clubs to party and get drunk since i got here. I was never big on drinking; but missing the boys as much as i did caused me to do stupid things. I put the finishing touches on my makeup checking myself out. I was wearing very skimpy black lingerie with a short black silk robe that i left open, wearing some fishnet leggings and heels, also wearing these super soft black angel wings. My makeup was more glamorous then my usual everyday makeup. Taking one last look in the mirror i grabbed my purse and headed out. 

     Sam’s POV:

     We have been looking for (y/n) for about 6 months now, theres been no sign of her, Cas has tried over and over to locate her. He says something is wrong because he should be able to locate (y/n). The only other time he can't locate people is when there dead; and i refuse to believe that she could be dead. We’ve had some big hunts but when we weren't busy hunting we were searching for her. We had just drove to California it sounded like what we were hunting was a witch. A pretty powerful one too. We all disliked being here, the killings and deaths were in L.A. We got a motel room in some really sketchy part of the city. Seeing all the lights and all the night life this is something (y/n) always said she wanted to see. We told her that someday we might take her…someday didn't seem like it was ever going to happen now. Cas has been staying with us to help look for (y/n). We got the keys to our room and headed inside. Cas said he’d sleep on the couch so me and Dean got the beds.

         We sat our stuff down, Dean and Cas headed right to bed. So i went to the bathroom to take a shower. I stood under the hot water, steam swirling around me as i just stared off in space. Thinking about (y/n) and what she was doing right now, where she was, if she was ok, still trying to figure out why she left. We haven’t heard anything from Crowley or Abbadon or (y/n) in months. Everything lately seemed weird kinda off, but i didn't know why. I got out of the shower turning the water off, getting dressed and headed to bed. The next morning Dean woke me and Cas up i could tell he really wanted to get this hunt over with and get out of here. “Wake up Sammy let’s get the show on the road.” I groaned not wanting to wake up from one of the best dreams I've had since before (y/n) left.

       (She radiated beauty and happiness, i stood in front of a crowd of our hunter pals and family, even Bobby and dad were there. I was wearing a tux with Dean standing next to me in his own. Music started to play and everyone stood from there seats that’s when i seen her..(y/n) was wearing a white dress almost as beautiful as her, flowers in her hands Cas’s arm linked with her’s as they walked down the aisle. Then there she was standing in front of me once again. She smiled up at me our eyes locked, both of us started tearing up. I smiled down at her taking her hand squeezing it a little. We turned to face the priest stealing glances with each other as he spoke….”Do you Sam Winchester take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your wife to have and to hold till death do you part?” “I DO” i said, “and do you (y/n) (y/l/n) take Sam Winchester to be your husband to have and to hold till death do you part?” “I-”) thats when Dean woke me up. We started asking questions when we got to the crime scene so we could figure out where the witches next attack would be…

     (Y/N)’s POV: 

I pulled up to the club climbing out of the random car i stole, there was a line but i didn't care tonight i needed to get completely wasted like as wasted as i could and fast because the boys were all i could think about. “Hey you can't cut in front of us” some chick yelled from behind me. I turned around and smirked turning back the guy up front asked for my name to see if i was on the list which duh of course i was. With that i walked inside and the party began. Glitter confetti was falling from the ceiling all over the place the music was loud, guys were checking me out left in right everyone dressed up for halloween. Bodies from wall to wall this place was packed. I made my way over to the bar ordered a few rounds of shots and a beer followed by more shots then some whiskey downing it fast. Starting to feel the alcohol kick in i went over to the dance floor with another beer in hand. I started dancing with a random group of people but after an hour of mindless dancing i went to get more alcohol . I ordered a few more rounds of shots followed by another beer. When i started flirting with the bartender i knew i was wasted. 

         I was grinding and dancing on some random guy when i was pulled away by a person who hand a rough grip on my arm. “OW!” i said turning around i stopped and immediately choked on air, going into a coughing fit looking up to see a man in a trench coat, dark hair, blue eyes? Ok i’m definitely fucked up from all the alcohol. I laughed and struggled to get free. Laughing more “What are you laughing at (y/n)? We’ve been trying to find you for months lets go find Sam and Dean.” giggling more i spoke up “Wow nice costume you look just like my friend Cas” trying to breath i spoke up again “Wait how you know mmm name?” it came out kinda slurred. “(y/n), it is me Castiel. Come with me please.” “Fuck you bitch i aint goin no. I aint goin no.” i hurried and ran further into the crowd, stumbling over people spilling a few drinks on myself. I felt dizzy the room was spinning i tried to stand still to stop it, but it wouldn't stop. I tried scanning the room for Cas and the boys. I didn't see them so i stumbled over to the bar sitting down in a stool carefully not to fall. If Cas was here that meant Sam and Dean were here to. But how did they find me? The witch couldn't of been dead, no way. As i worried and watched the room spinning around me, i started to feel like i was going to pass out. I started falling backwards off the stool when someone caught me….

       Dean’s POV: 

All the signs pointed us to a crappy club full of morons dressed up for halloween, listening to crappy loud music. We were able to get in the back entrance, hoping to get this hunt over and get the hell out of this crappy city, and go home. Then we can look for (y/n) more. None of us believed she could be dead. Something else had to be making it so Cas couldn't find her. She’s one of the strongest people i know so she couldn't be gone. We split up pushing out way past people searching for hex bags, or any sign of the witch. I hated every second i was in here this was fucking ridiculous. We had been here for about 20 minutes when Cas came running back to me. The look on his face kinda made me worry.

      “What is it?” “It’s (y/n), she’s here. She seems well pretty intoxicated though she ran away from me.” I was completely shocked at first i didn't know what to say. “Are you sure it’s (y/n) Cas?”not wanting to detour hopes up. “Yes Dean it’s her but she won't cooperate with me. I need your help.” “Alright show me where she is and i’ll take her to the car.” He pointed over towards the bar so that’s where i headed. I had to push my way through the crowd of morons to get over to the bar but once i did there she was, swaying back and forth like she was going to fall. She was practically wearing nothing, Jesus (y/n) since when did you dress like that and since when did you go to fucking clubs.

       I walked over to her and held my arms  out right as she fell backwards, her feather wings getting in my face i sighed and picked her up bridal style carrying her out of the club to the impala. She had passed out when she fell so i just sat on the hood holding her in my arms waiting for the other 2 to come back out here. About 10 minutes later Cas and Sam walked out. Cas must not have told him about (y/n) because as soon as he seen me holding her he ran over. I’ve never seen such a shocked surprise look on his face before. “Dean is that?” he asked as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Yeah dude, it’s her Cas found her. She fell drunk off her ass off a bar stool, and passed out. Did you guys find anything?” “Yeah we did a few hex bags. we already burned them.” Sam said never taking his eyes off (y/n). “ok let’s get out of here and take her back to the motel and figure out what to do from there. Someone open the door.” Sam got in the back which he basically never does. i laid (y/n) in the back carefully, her head was laying in Sam’s lap when i shut the door Cas rode shotgun as i drove us back to the motel. Sam never for even a split second took his eyes off her it was like he was afraid she would disappear into thin air. All i could think about at the moment was how hot (y/n) looked wearing almost nothing, and the fact that we finally found her.  

[characterxreaderfics]

Frozen Dean Winchester x Reader Fic

: !! Romantic junk, comedy, and a whole lot of smut lies ahead. You have been warned !!:

P.O.V = point of view

E/C = eye colour

Y/N = your name

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Chapter One

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~Your P.O.V~

| | hello! My name is Y/N , I'm not exactly your average girl, I'm not an instagram model with a thigh gap or a flat tummy, but I'm me! I'm a huge book nerd, I love LOTR, HP, etc. Etc! I don't really listen to anything other than classic rock and occasionally a little bit of Taylor Swift.. also, if you get close to me, you better have licorice.. | |

"Whew.. all done!" You sighed,

You had just filled in a long tinder bio, you read it over and decided it was okay

*click*

*Tinder bio updated!*

You got up from your desk and headed down to the kitchen

Boxes were spread around the kitchen, as you had only moved in just two days prior. You were scavenging the food boxes when you found a box that wasn't supposed to be there.

It was the box with your mother's stuff in it.

Three months before your move, your mother had passed away peacefully in her sleep, she was suffering from bone cancer for nearly two years. She fought hard but couldn't fight any longer. She was always a brave woman, the strongest you ever knew. So when she passed away, you were torn but you knew it was going to be okay.

You picked up the first thing you saw in the box- a picture, it was of her, holding you when you were a baby, you felt tears on the verge of falling, so when you blinked, you accidentally got tears on the picture, you made sure to quickly wipe them away. You turned the picture over, and saw your mother's beautiful handwriting

"October 4th, 1992, going home!"

This was taken just a couple days after you were born, you smiled, looking down at the picture one last time before placing it back in the box and closing it up to put into the attic.

As you were crossing your room, box in hand, you heard a faint *ting!* coming from your computer.

You put the box outside your bedroom door and headed into your room, sat at the computer: and saw a tinder notification.

*you got a match!*

Only a couple seconds later you saw you got a "super-like" and a direct message by "impala67"

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~ Tinder chat ~

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Impala67: hey, so.. we were matched.

Gandalf11: looks like it.

Impala67: what's your name?

Gandalf11: gandalf obvi :P

Impala67: hahah okay, gandalf. For real, what's your name?

Gandalf11: Y/N 's the name! How about you?

Impala67: names Dean :P

Gandalf11: hello, Dean.

Impala67: hello, Y/N.

Gandalf11: so, I don't really know how this whole tinder thing works.. I'm quite new..

Impala67: well, tinder basically just hooks you up with people with similar interests, and then they go out on a date, and see if it works out or not. A lot of people use this site for one-night-stands but that's not really what I'm here for.

Gandalf11: oh! So.. should.. we.. go on a date..??

Impala67: of course! :) are you free on Tuesday?

Gandalf11: hold on let me check.

~ten minutes later~

Impala67: .. hello? y/n?

Gandalf11: hey! Sorry that took so long I had to scavenge the billions of boxes for my calendar 😧 and yes, I'm free this Tuesday.

Impala67: ah, moving?

Gandalf11: just moved in, actually. Been putting off un-packing for two days lol

Impala67: hahah. So, when should I pick you up?

Gandalf11: 5:3o should be good :P

Impala67: great! I'll pick you up then, but I have to go, my brothers bugging me about leaving for our job 😐

Gandalf11: hahah okay, I'll send you my location later but for now ill let you go :)

Impala67: alright, it was nice talking to you, y/n :D

Gandalf11: as it was to you, Dean :) bye!

Impala67: bye :)

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*end of chat*

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~Deans P.O.V~

"Dean! Hurry up we don't have all night!" Sam yelled

"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back

I got up and put my phone in my pocket, left the room and put on a flannel and a coat, and saw sam already waiting at the door

"Dude.. where's my keys?"

I patted myself down and looked behind me, then I heard tinkling, I looked back at Sam, who, not that surprisingly, was holding my keys teasingly. I walked over to the door, snatched my keys and walked out, and heard him laughing behind me.

I walked up to my baby and opened the door, sam doing the same, and we got in, I started the car, and heard the familiar purr of baby

"Listen to her purr, sammy! Ain't she beautiful?" I exclaimed happily

Sam looked over at me, happy but also a little puzzled

"Dude what's gotten into you? Only two hours ago you were all grumpy then you went on your phone and now suddenly you're so happy" sam chuckled

"What? Can't a guy be happy for once sam? GOD" I said sarcastically.

I looked over at sam, smiling, and watched him laugh while looking out the window. I always loved moments like these, seeing my little brother in a good mood always cheers me up. I started driving onto the main road out of town, there was a pack of vamps camping out in minesota killing sheep and people every week, so we figured we'd go scope the place out.

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~Your P.O.V~

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*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

*ri- S L A M*

"Uuuuggghh" you sigh

You sit up straight, your hair is messy, not the cute messy either, and there's mascara smeared all over your face

You open your eyes to see your mirror in front of you, and scare yourself

"JESUS FUCK AND DAMNATION" you've been scared awake, and then realize you got scared over your own reflection, and then you realize and chuckle to yourself, "why am I laughing to myself? That's so sad, so stereotypical it could be in a cheesy fanfiction." You say to yourself

'That too..' you think

'All of that cou-' you stop yourself, you're thinking too deep into this..

You get up from your bed and head down to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast

"And todays special breakfast is Ramen with a hardboiled egg.." you whisper to yourself

That's when you hear something crash upstairs, your head jets up to look up the stairs behind you

"What the fuck?" You say shakily

You grab a kitchen knife, the water is still boiling behind you, but thats the least of your worries right now.. you tiptoe to the stairs and look up.. there's nothing there..

You walk up the stairs, knife still in hand

You walk to your room

"Sounds like it came from.. in here.."

You open the door, only to see the cutest black kitten, with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. It's adorable, but then you notice it isn't moving.. or breathing. It's a stuffed kitten. Somebody, had somehow gotten their hands on a dead kitten, and had stuffed it, then put it on the dead Centre of your room

"Tick tock" somebody says behind you

You turn around quickly, its a woman with long black hair, a black leather jacket, black jeans and black boots on, she's slim but fit, and has an oval shaped face, and she has blue eyes, and pale skin.

You scream, as she attacks you, right after you scream, you hear the front door get busted open, and she whips her head around while pinning you down, and growls "bloody fucking hunters.."

She looks back at you while you're struggling, and then she gets up quickly and as she's about to leave, two big burly men run in, and within seconds she's pinned to the wall with a machete on her neck.

"WHERE'S THE REST OF THE PACK!?" One man yells

The taller man runs over to you and helps you up

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Or bite you?" He says, panicked

"N-no why the hell would some stranger bite me?" You ask

"Nevermind that, we have to get you out of here quickly.

He rushes you out to their car and puts a blanket around you.

"My brother is going to deal with her, for now you need to tell me everything that happened." The tall man says

You don't know what it is about him, but you trust him. Maybe it's because he just saved your life.

You're about to tell him all of what happened when suddenly you're interrupted

You look over to your front door, and see a way too familiar face in your now broken doorway

"Dean?"