#before I realized I could just talk about Sierra alone but I was unsure about some aspects of her at the time

[noirrelite]

So! Of all the Oc's you've created, who's your favorite? Like, is there someone whose backstory or personality or character design that are just so simply sublime that you can't help but giggle when you think about them?

Sorry for the super late reply! To be honest, I took AGES to finish answering this because I couldn't name just a SINGLE one if you put a gun to my head; I can't say I consider any of them full thought-out/developed and I actually love them almost equally Dx ...also I struggle to decouple what I love about them as a character from the narrative.... For the sake of my sanity (and mayhaps yours) I'll try to focus on Sierra for now (I'm still figuring her out tbh) TwT I did my best to omit *some* of the stuff that wasn't directly related to her so this ended up being more like a collection of stuff related to her that I think are neat and are very loosely in chronological order xD Let me just put this under a readmore cuz I'm a bit shy about answering these publicly TLDR: Sierra's a poor little meow meow who puts on a tough front but is an insecure, lonely mess inside and I enjoy that very much.

⦁ It wasn't intentional at first, but I really like that Sierra is a bit of a subversion of how Mesa (the archetype) is usually depicted/seen as? Mesa is generally depicted as this badass that's cool as a cucumber, confident in her abilities to the point that she handicaps herself with a bandana to "give herself a challenge". But the Lotus also introduces her as a vagabond/outcast, and I couldn't help but wonder why and wanted to put that into context.

⦁ Sierra is most of these things, but it's a front she puts on to act tough and reliable. She's lonely and insecure but would sooner gnaw her own leg off than let her vulnerabilities show.

⦁ She's confident in her ability to kill, but she has to be because it's the one and only thing she's good at and she can't stand the thought of making someone suffer. During the Old War, as one of the few sane autonomous warframes, she was often forced to put down her brothers and sisters that were too much trouble to keep alive because her abilities were perfect for the job, and since they were built to be durable, she often witnessed them suffering before dying, and cursed herself for it. The guilt became too much for her to bear and it became part of the reason she eventually lost her sanity and was placed in cryo for the rest of the Old War. As a result, she's very meticulous about modding her pistols, making sure they get the job done as fast and as painlessly as possible. ⦁ On the flip side, she's insecure about her abilities being nowhere as potent and as impressive as other warframes and felt inadequate in comparison to them. But it had never been much of a problem until The New War, when Tala went to face Erra and Ballas in her Excalibur instead of going with Sierra. Tala only intended to protect her, knowing how many Tenno were lost in the War at this point, but Sierra blamed herself for not being strong enough to be relied on, believing she could've saved Tala if she were there.

⦁ Vastly outnumbered by Narmer forces, she was desperate enough to resort to the Helminth system for healing and augmenting herself with abilities that weren't her own out of desperation, which ate away at her sanity over time. She also refused to open up to Drifter Tala, afraid that she'll abandon her (like she thought Tala did) if she perceived her as weak and unreliable.

⦁ She's aloof, distrusting and tries to keep her distance (especially when she first met Operator Tala and Drifter Tala) because she's afraid of becoming attached and going through the pain of losing someone dear to her again.

⦁ Sierra was the bastard child of a Dax and a commoner, and her hard work in honing her marksmanship (which landed her in the Warframe program) was so she could prove herself in the war and hopefully elevate her commoner side of the family to a better station and reunite with them, but the Old War and becoming a warframe made that dream impossible, and the scars it left made her close off emotionally, not wanting to hurt any further.

⦁ When she was rescued by Tala (who only went by "Operator" at the time) from Alad V, Sierra barely remembered anything from the Old War. Tala was convinced she was a Tenno despite their ship Cephalon not detecting any traces of void energy in her, because she was moving on her own despite being cured of the Mutalist infestation (mind you, Tala at this point also barely remembers anything from before the Dream, so she believes the Tenno were just beings that possessed warframes), and also because there was a time where Tala couldn't use her void powers either, so the two dumbasses convinced each other that Sierra was just an amnesic Tenno and she just needed time to remember. Tala would even try to teach her things like switching from one warframe to another, to no avail.

pictured: scrunkly, committer of warcrimes

⦁ In the meantine, Sierra took a liking to Tala's defective, diminutive Kubrow which had been given off to Tala because it was too small to be used for combat, and its presence also set her at ease. She really likes how soft they are to touch. (They'd eventually get more consigned kubrows later on.)

⦁ After some point Sierra recovers enough and warms up enough to the Operator to follow them around, sometimes accompanying them on their missions and observing the ordinary folk in the colonies when off-duty, but she's still afraid to use the guns connected to her forearms. For a while they were just two low-rank Tenno sharing the same barely functional Orbiter, bickering over which missions/bounties to take and arguing over the Tenno's values and their unquestioning loyalty to the Lotus. Still, they help each other earn enough to repair the ship and buy better equipment.

⦁ It's only until the events of the Second Dream happen (Kanami was entrusted with the mission and was personally targeted by the Stalker, but she called Tala and Sierra to assist), when they find out Tala's real identity and they fail to find Sierra's pod that Sierra begins to doubt her identity as a Tenno, but she hesitates to confide in Tala, not that she could find the time to tell her-- Tala's still shaken by the fact that the Lotus kept their real nature from them and struggled to take care of herself as a human after living as a warframe for so long that Sierra had to step in and take care of her, asking Kanami for help and even taking up cooking later on.

⦁ It took a long time for Tala to even transference into Sierra, because Tala always considered Sierra her own person even after she suspected she wasn't a Tenno, and wanted to respect her autonomy, especially knowing that Alad had controlled her against her will in the past. She transferenced for the first time with Sierra as a last resort after Kanami and Rouge tracked them down on Earth and the two of them working separately were no match for the vanguard-class warframe and operator working together. (Tala had gone AWOL earlier after losing all trust in the Lotus.)

⦁ Similarly, Sierra used her Regulators for the first time since she was awoken during the fight after Tala transferences into her, doing her best to deflect Rouge's incoming fire with her own to buy herself and Tala time, and Tala assisting with close quarters combat when Rouge runs out of energy and resorts to melee.

⦁ SIerra's memories only return to her in full when Rouge goes berserk from Kanami trying to stop her from killing both of them, having been kept under a tight leash for so long. Rouge's frenzy during the final confrontation with her reminded her of the crazed warframes she was forced to put down.

⦁ Even if Rouge pursued them relentlessly and nearly killed her and Tala in the past, Sierra couldn't bring herself to fully hate her; at some point, Rouge hesitated long enough for them to escape, and it reminded her of the fact that some of the warframes she had to kill weren't all beyond saving. (honestly the desertion arc and Kanami's complicated relationship with Rouge and their backstories is a whole other post xd)

⦁ While they were AWOL and roaming Earth on their own, they came across the spot that would be called the Drifter Camp later on.

⦁ Both of them returned to the fold when the New War broke out and proved themselves in Operation Scarlet Spear and Operation Orphix Venom, gaining a lot of combat experience in the process.

⦁ When Tala left to take the fight to Ballas and Erra directly and left her, Sierra damaged the Orbiter enough for Ordis to relent and prepare the backup landing craft, but Tala's void energy signature had already been gone by then. They're still making the Orbiter spaceworthy again to this day.

⦁ Sierra was much more ruthless when she was fighting on her lonesome against Narmer, not being able to afford being merciful, but also because she felt like she had lost everything she cared about. ⦁ Narmer never found Sierra despite her proving to be a thorn in their side for some time; Rouge had taught her in guerilla tactics and how to keep her tracks hidden, and she learned from Tala when they did covert operations together, but more importantly, Sierra wasn't a real Tenno and didn't have any void energy signature for Narmer forces to track.

⦁ Sierra was too injured to fight when Drifter Tala made the choice to go to Hunhow for help, but she followed after her anyway despite her weakened state, and she was given a new, stronger set of pistols after Drifter Tala was given the Nataruk.

⦁ When Operator Tala came back, Sierra took a moment to hug her, something she rarely does. ⦁ Sierra and Operator Tala act like rowdy siblings together living on their own, bullying each other, bickering about which missions to take, paying the bills, and repairing the orbiter from time to time, and Sierra appreciates that a lot because it makes her feel like nothing much has changed since she became a warframe. ⦁ Sierra isn't as close-knit with Tala's older self, but Sierra often takes her along on her trips on Earth while she tries to get Drifter Tala acclimated to the Origin System, knowing how it feels like to be in a world that's completely different than the one you know. That's all I can think of for now; if I let myself include more of the story this would be way, WAY longer...

[devilatmydoor]

under the mistletoe I c.t.h

a/n;  this fic is based off of mistletoe by justin bieber (its easily one of my fave songs by him)  and prompts i found on here 

prompts used - “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.” “I guess… this is when we kiss?” 

summary; attending ashton’s annual christmas/holiday party you arrive at the same time as calum. you step inside to are faced with the inevitable truth- your feelings for calum. 

pairing; calum/reader // word count; 1,115 masterlist // ficmas masterlist // 

warnings; drinking/alcohol & fluff 

You flattened your outfit as you stepped out of your car; unlocking it you walked towards Ashton's house towards his annual Christmas Party. You smiled when you'll recognized a familiar face meeting yours. He smiled at you and waved as he got closer, he stretched his arms out for a tight hug as his scent engulfed your lungs. 

"Hey you, I thought you'd be here already!" 

"I forgot what time it started!" Calum chuckled as you walked towards the front door. 

"When do you leave for the holidays?" He asked with a smile as his shoulder brushed yours.

"Monday, I thought it would be better to head out the week before Christmas than the week of." You mentioned, as Christmas Music welcomed you to Ashton's house before entering.

"Oh that's so soon!" He leaned against the door.

You asked “When are you leaving for Australia?"

"I'm not going this year, my family is coming here for the first time for Christmas." He said excitedly as he stood up straight remembering he was at a party.

"Oh that will be exciting!" You smiled as you opened the door, Ashton, Kay Kay and Michael standing nearby.

You looked up to see why they were all smiling like idiots at the both of you when you stepped in at the same time.

Mistletoe.

It was hanging right by the front door.

"Look who's under the mistletoe!"

Calum's cheek turned bright red as he realized what was going to happen next. "Who put mistletoe right by the front door?"

"Who do you think?" Michael retorted with a giggle.

"We didn't come together-"You started to say as Calum chimed in.

"So we probably shouldn't."

"Yeah plus I need to run to the bathroom." You lied as Ashton crossed his arms.

"You're under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss." Ashton asserted as you faced Calum for the incoming kiss between the two of you.

"I guess..this is when we kiss?" Calum said nervously as his body faced yours.

"I guess so." You hesitated to learn forward not wanting to make it obvious.

He leaned forward and pressed his soft lips in a heart stopping kiss, his hands yours cupping your face as you poured everything you had into kissing him. You'd dreamt of kissing Calum for as long as you could remember; it was so cliche to be in love with your best friend but how could you not be?

The wolf whistles and cheers brought the two of you back into the party as his lips left yours. He cleared his throat before your eyes met his and he slowly moved his hands away from you.

Calum walked up to Ashton whose jaw was slacked, “That was more than just a kiss dude.”

“Change of subject Ash, why put the mistletoe right there?”

"It was Luke's idea to put it there, we didn't think you two would walk in together!"

"I wanted to kiss them on my own, not enforced." Calum mentioned as he sighed.

“Mate, I don’t think they mind.." Ashton winked as he showed Calum the spiked eggnog.

Sierra, Luke and Ashton talked to Calum as they drank the eggnog. Calum's eyes met yours across the room. You looked away as Crystal walked up to you with a giant smile on your face, "Spill. I need to know how that kiss was."

Sierra joined as you gushed about the infamous kiss that you couldn't stop thinking about. Whenever you closed your eyes it replayed in your head; his warm hands on your face, how effortless and perfect it was considering you'd never kissed him before. You felt his eyes on you as you finished your story, your cheeks turned pink as you grabbed a cookie and slowly ate it to mask your anxiousness.

He groaned as he saw you lick your lips in an effort to clean remaining frosting. "Mate you need to stop staring at them."

His eyes met Luke’s as he blushed, "I can't stop thinking about the kiss if I tried."

"Do you really want to?"

"Absolutely not, but I don't know how they'll feel.." Calum sighed finishing his cranberry punch.

"They kissed you back Cal, the only way to truly know is to talk to them.”

"You've got a point, I just keep replaying it in my head." Calum mentioned as he put his hands in his pockets, "I'm gonna go outside."

Luke patted him on the back as he made his way towards the front door; you caught Calum leaving and realized you wouldn't sleep tonight if you didn't talk to him.

You opened the front door as Calum's eyes met yours. He smiled as he put his cigarette in his pocket. "Hey."

"Hi, did I stop you from leaving?"

"No, I was gonna smoke. What's up?" He asked as he put his hands in his pocket.

You attempted to swallow the ever growing lump in your throat; how were you going to tell the person you’d been in love with for so long you couldn’t remember a time you weren’t in love with him?

“I’m guessing you want to talk about the kiss.”

“Yeah, Cal I understand if you don’t feel the same way as I feel about you but that kiss, ” You blurted; his gaze fixed on you as he stepped closer to you making the space between you non-existent. “Was perfect.”

“I feel the same way, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” He admitted as you stepped closer to him as his hands held your waist as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation.

.”I can’t either, not that I want to stop.”

His lips ghosted over yours, “I should’ve known when you kissed me back”

“I should’ve known by the way you kissed me” You swooned before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He sighed happily before kissing your lips softly, “Imagine how I’d kiss you if we were alone.”

“We’re alone right now Cal” You giggled and he chuckled realizing how stupid he sounded.

“In that case.” He breathed before his lips attacked yours passionately as he held your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer as you stood in front of Michael’s house kissing as the world around you disappeared. He softly licked your lower lip as you opened your mouth fully to deepen the kiss, your bodies pressed together as you made out. Unsure of how long you’d been making out- it could’ve been 10, it could’ve been 40- when he says with his husky voice, “Let’s get outta here, yeah?”

You nodded, “Absolutely, lead the way.”

taglist- @blackheartedcal @himbocalum @sunflowerxcal @lukeysdimples @blackbutterfliescal @suchalonelysunflower @wastelandcth @myloverboyash @calumrose @mashlums @boytoynamedcalum @feliznavidaddycal @icyicejuice @calumscalm @saintlaurentcalum @calumswildflowerz @spicycal @notinthesameguey​ @cheekysos @tpwkatsumu @esbisos @bandsanitizer @talkfastcal 

[artificialqueens]

Off Limits, Chapter 5 (Bitney) - Veronica, Albatross

A/N: Hey guys! This is the companion story to “No Strings Attached.” Both ships are in both stories, but generally, “No Strings Attached” is Willaska-focused and this one is Bitney-focused. (Link to all chapters in order.)

Chapter Summary: Courtney obsesses about the previous night, and finally demands some real answers from Bianca. (With a brief cameo from Shea as the Lesbian Whisperer.)

Thanks as always to our lovely beta and Executive Vice President of That’s So Aussie™️, @opalescent-cheetah. (Yes, that’s a promotion.)

***

Courtney stirred, rolling into the scent of Bianca’s shampoo on the pillow, eyes fluttering open. She blinked, slightly confused, before realizing that she was in the bed alone. Sitting up on her elbows, she saw Bianca at her desk, hunched over a textbook with a highlighter, black-framed glasses on her face, reddish-brown hair pulled into a messy bun. Courtney smiled slightly; as beautiful as she found Bianca when she was dolled up and looking like a million bucks, there was always something sweet and comforting about seeing her like that.

“Hi,” Courtney said, biting her lip.

“Hey.” Bianca barely glanced her way, turning a page in her textbook.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yup.”

Courtney cleared her throat, suddenly self-conscious, becoming more and more aware of the fact that Bianca clearly didn’t want to talk. She thought, the night before, that they’d finally made some progress. That they were finally a small step closer to becoming...whatever they were supposed to.

But now, in the harsh light of day, she wasn’t so sure. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Courtney got the hint, swinging her legs off the side of the bed and gathering up her dress, shoes, and bag.

“Um...I’ll wash your T-shirt and get it back to you-”

“Thanks.”

Courtney let out a little sigh and exited, crossing through the living room, startled by Alaska’s voice saying, “Morning,” from the sofa.

“Lasky!” Courtney exclaimed, surprised. “Did you sleep here?”

“Yeah,” came the quiet, drawn-out reply. “I didn’t want to intrude on whatever...you guys had going on.”

Eyes widening in sympathy and guilt, Courtney rushed over to the couch to apologize.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” she cried, flinging herself onto the couch.

“It’s okay,” Alaska assured her with a remarkably sincere smile before inquiring, “How’d you sleep? It’s so hard to imagine Bianca being all cuddly.”

Feeling her cheeks beginning to grow warm, Courtney glanced away with a soft smile as she mentioned vaguely, “She was alright.” Then thinking better of it, added in a rushed, “Nothing happened, by the way.”

“Uh huh. That’s what she said,” Alaska said with an indulgent nod, then admitted slyly, “I didn’t really believe her, though.”

Cocking her head to the side, Courtney asked, “Do you believe me? Because nothing…” she forced herself to repeat, trying not to sound bitter, “nothing happened.”

It wasn’t just the “nothing happening” that made Courtney feel frustrated. It was also how easily she’d chickened out and let Bianca off the hook the second she’d realized that she wasn’t angry. She was so relieved that things were okay between them that she’d stopped pressing her for any real answers. And this morning, it seemed like her window for any kind of honesty had slammed shut. Bianca’s walls were up once again, and maybe they always would be.

“It honestly doesn’t matter what I believe,” Alaska informed her, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. She plastered on a reassuring smile as she stressed, ���As long as you’re good.”

“I’m good,” Courtney affirmed just a little too loudly and quickly. “I just feel so bad that you had to crash out here. You could have had your bed. Or my bed!”

“It’s fine,” Alaska laughed. “Besides, there’s never any way of telling what kind of creature Willam’s gonna bring home from the club.”

Giggling away at the light jab, Courtney agreed, “That’s true…” Still, her guilt persisted despite the attempt at deflection and she had to backtrack, “Anyway...I’m sorry.”

A hint of sadness tinged Alaska’s voice as she shook her head and admitted with a rueful grin, “It’s really fine, I promise. Sleeping on the couch is not the worst thing that happened to me last night. Not by a longshot.”

The statement caught Courtney’s attention immediately but before she even had the presence of mind to question her further, the sound of her and Willam’s bedroom door being opened pulled her focus away from Alaska. In an undeniable state of anger, Willam marched straight from the bedroom towards the bathroom, all but slamming that door shut to boot.

As if to confirm Courtney’s growing suspicions of a falling out, Alaska immediately brought a hand to her head and let her shoulders sink in defeat. Clearly something unpleasant had happened at the club.

Placing a consoling hand to her roommate’s shoulder, Courtney carefully inquired, “Are you okay?” When no response came, her voice dipped even softer as she asked, “Did something happen? Do you need to talk-”

Straightening her slumped shoulders and slapping on a shaky smile, Alaska attempted to ease her concerns. “No no, don’t worry. I’m just being dramatic.”

Though far from convinced, Courtney knew it’d be best not to press the conversation any further. Nodding her head, she gave an agreeable, “Okay,” and let the topic drop. Before she left Alaska alone however, she pulled her in for a tight, comforting squeeze and assured her, “I’m here if you change your mind.”

She received a grateful nod of the head, but other than that, Alaska gave no indication she would take Courtney up on the offer. Not that Courtney blamed her. She doubted if she could even bring herself to fully discuss the mess she had gotten herself into with Bianca. So leaving the situation as it was, Courtney slipped into her bedroom to curl up and try to forget what a mess she’d made of things. Which turned out to be far easier said than done.

***

Courtney couldn’t focus during rehearsal. All she could think about was Bianca, and their stupid, confusing game of hot and cold. Even though it seemed like they made up, her icy demeanor this morning made Courtney unsettled. And worse, every time Courtney closed her eyes, she saw that look on her face in the bathroom. That intense, angry glare.

She’d seen Bianca angry before, but it had never been directed at her, and remembering it made her feel as weak and insecure as it had last night.

And then on the other hand, there was Adore. Being with her had been such a relief. No games, no guessing, just a beautiful and charming girl who wanted her and wasn’t afraid to show it. And in her arms, at least in the beginning before Bianca ruined everything, Courtney felt so good. So why was that one look, those few angry words, enough to stop all of Courtney’s fun? Prevent her from enjoying a casual hook-up with a compliant, enthusiastic, sexy stranger.

She couldn’t help wondering if Bianca would have done the same thing had Adore been a man. Not that there’d been much likelihood of that happening. At least, not last night. But was Adore right? Was she just jealous? It certainly seemed like that was part of the story.

So, she stumbled through ‘Wilkommen,’ mind spinning, and then completely blanked on the choreography during ‘Don’t Tell Mama.’

During the break, she slumped against the wall, sighing, trying her best to breathe deeply and get her shit together, when a hand on her shoulder made her look up.

It was Shea, a senior who was playing the Emcee, who had clearly noticed her fuck-ups, because she had a concerned look on her face as she asked, “Rough day, huh?”

“Um, yeah,” Courtney admitted. “Soz.”

“Don’t apologize. We all have our shit. Wanna talk about it?” Shea asked.

“Well...it’s complicated. I’m kind of having an issue with this...girl I like,” Courtney said, surprised at how easily the words rolled off her tongue.

“My specialty,” Shea told her, grinning wryly. “Go on…”

Courtney bit her lip. It could be good to unburden herself. It had certainly felt good to confess her feelings to Adore last night. So she took a deep breath, the whole story tumbling out quickly.

“She’s my roommate. And like, things have always been a bit...confusing. She flirts with me constantly, but it’s always in a way where it seems like she’s half kidding. And for awhile, that was fun, but lately it’s like she’s been pulling away, which is just-” Courtney sighed, trying to hold back tears as she continued. “She keeps finding ways to basically tell me that she doesn’t want anything more than friendship. So, fine, I got the hint. But then yesterday...”

Courtney trailed off. Somehow recounting the story made her even more unsure. Was she really seeing any of this clearly?

“Yeah?” Shea prodded.

“Well...we were at Sierra’s, and I met this girl, and I really liked her, and it was just...easy, you know?”

“An easy girl at Sierra’s? Sounds like a perfect night to me,” Shea said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, well, it would have been. But then Bianca like, interrupted us, because according to her, she was concerned that I was too drunk. I don’t know, she really got into my head, and we fought, and then I couldn’t enjoy it anymore. So I ended up leaving the club and we made up. I think? I fell asleep in her bed, and it was...I don’t know, it felt almost like we’d had some kind of a breakthrough. But now today she’s being weird again. I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you...okay, keep in mind that this might be a radical suggestion,” Shea said, “But have you considered talking to her? Maybe telling her how you feel?”

“I’ve tried!” Courtney exclaimed. “I’ve tried so many times. Or...I don’t know, it feels like I’ve tried.”

“Have you tried...while you’re wearing that?” Shea asked, eyes looking down pointedly at Courtney’s rehearsal clothes, a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top and pair of tiny shorts. When she met Courtney’s eyes again, there was a wicked smirk on her face.

Courtney laughed, some of the tension finally leaving her shoulders.

“I’m not kidding,” Shea insisted.

“I appreciate your support,” Courtney giggled.

“Look. Go home, don’t change-”

At that, Courtney laughed again.

“And tell her how you fuckin’ feel,” Shea finished. “Open the door, invite her in...so to speak. If nothing else, then at least you’ll know that you were honest.”

“Well...you’re not actually the first one to give me that advice.” Courtney recalled Adore last night, telling her practically the same thing.

“There you go. Time to listen. Also...try to relax and forget about this shit while you’re here.” Shea slung an arm around her shoulder, continuing bluntly, “Or you’re gonna keep forgetting the choreo and Jonathan’s gonna replace your ass.”

Later, as Courtney walked home, she found herself getting more and more convinced that this was all just a giant misunderstanding. There had been so many signs. So many moments when Courtney was certain that Bianca liked her. And she became more and more determined to finally crack through Bianca’s walls.

How to do it was another question entirely. But she supposed that listening to Shea and keeping the short shorts on wouldn’t hurt.

***

Bianca knew that she’d brought this situation upon herself. She knew from the beginning, really, that she was in dangerous territory. But she’d blithely ignored the signs, the red flags, everything telling her that she needed to reign it in--and now, of course, everything was a mess.

Part of her was a bit resentful. Why should she have to deprive herself of some healthy fun? It wasn’t her fault that her straight (okay, bicurious, if she was honest) roommate found her so goddamn irresistible. She hadn’t done anything wrong--just some playful flirting, which she’d been clear from the beginning wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. She’d actually gone out of her way to overstate the boundaries.

But the smarter part...the more realistic part, knew that she was slightly full of shit. Knew that she’d done nothing, really, to stop the runaway train. And worse, that she’d allowed the situation at Sierra’s to get the better of her; her reaction to Courtney and Adore was entirely inappropriate and totally unjustified. She’d managed to squirm out of the conversation last night, probably due mostly to Courtney’s convenient intoxication. And this morning, too, managed to avoid any direct, uncomfortable questions. But Courtney wasn’t dumb, or a pushover, and she knew those questions would come sooner or later.

Bianca hated uncertainty. And right now, everything felt uncertain, which was both aggravating and deeply unsettling. The only good thing today had going for it was that by noon, everyone had left, and she had the place to herself.

Taking a long, relaxing bath when you share a bathroom with 3 other girls is a rare luxury. Unfortunately, in spite of the privacy and severely depleting her Lush supply, Bianca felt no better after her extended soak. She tried another tactic as the tub drained: vigorous exfoliation in the shower, scrubbing her body from head to toe until her skin felt raw. Unsurprisingly, that didn’t help either. Whatever was bothering her was clearly more than skin deep.

She emerged from the steamy bathroom still anxious, still defeated. And so, finally resigned, she slunk back to her bedroom and pulled out a book that her Global Communications professor had recommended, settling onto her bed and hoping to at least get something productive done today.

The soft knock on her door a little while later made her stomach drop. Shit.

“Come in,” she said, resigned to the fact that this was happening, folding down the page she was on and sliding her book onto the dresser.

Courtney pushed open the door, hesitating slightly. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like she’d been hurrying in the chilly autumn air, and she was dressed in distractingly skimpy rehearsal clothes.  

“Are you busy? I wanted to talk.”

“Nope.” Bianca tried to sound nonchalant, crossing her legs and tilting her head innocently. “What’s on your mind, dollface?”

Courtney strode forward and sat on the bed.

“Last night.”

“Yes?”

“Well. You said that you were worried that I’d drank too much. Right?”

“Yeah, I thought that you were-”

“But then why were you so mad?” Courtney’s direct, unwavering gaze made Bianca slightly uncomfortable.

“Well…”

“Because you weren’t acting concerned. You weren’t acting like you were worried about a friend’s safety. You were acting angry.” Courtney didn’t wait for her to respond before adding pointedly. “Some might even say jealous.”

She folded her arms, waiting for Bianca’s answer.

Bianca said nothing, instead choosing to stare at her with an expression just shy of a glare. In a way, she’d been prepared for this line of questioning. After all, she’d been there. She knew what happened. But she wasn’t prepared for the questions to come this fast, be this direct.

This was a whole new side of Courtney. No longer the soft, agreeable little doll that she’d become accustomed to. The girl staring at her was unapologetic, prepared to take no shit. It made Bianca panic; and when Bianca panicked-

“We're done with this,” Bianca declared stonily, reaching for her book.

Courtney stopped her, actually jumped up and snatched the book out of her reach.

“No, we're not!”

“Courtney,” Bianca said warningly. She expected that and a fierce glare to be enough for Courtney to back off, yet to her mild surprise Courtney merely shook her head.

“We need to talk about this. I deserve an answer.”

“There's nothing to fucking talk about!” Bianca shouted in spite of trying to keep her voice steady and emotionless. “I already told you why and if you don't want to believe me, that’s on you. Now give me my book.”

She held her hand out expectantly, determined not to give up without a fight.

Exasperated, Courtney tossed the book aside and cried out, “Why do you keep pretending that it didn't happen?”

“What didn't happen?” came Bianca’s mocking reply.

“That you got jealous!” Courtney snapped back, then paused, taking a breath before admitting, “And I get it, okay? I was too, after I saw you flirting with that ranga.”

“What’s a ranga? Is that so Aussie?” Bianca asked with a devious grin.

“Don’t try to be cute. The redhead you were talking to. At the tables?”

Bianca frowned, trying to remember, then realized who Courtney meant. “Oh…her...”

“Yeah, her.”

“That was a two-minute conversation,” Bianca said defensively.

“Well...” Courtney began, chewing on her lip, fingers nervously fidgeting as she continued, “That’s the point. I saw that and it made me feel...I don’t know, jealous and hurt, even though I knew that wasn’t really justified, or fair to you. You’re allowed to flirt with whoever you want, right?”

A tightness began to creep into Bianca’s throat. Was Courtney saying what it sounded like she was saying?

“But, then Adore started paying attention to me and suddenly I felt okay again,” she continued, and inexplicable anger took over, crushing the hope that had begun to bloom in Bianca’s chest.  

“Great, good for you,” Bianca growled. “Why don’t you call her, then?”

“I don’t want to call her! I want you to admit that you saw me leave with her and you followed. You weren’t worried about my safety, you wanted to stop us from doing anything. Why can't you just admit that?” she asked desperately. Her eyes were pleading now and her voice started to crack.

And Bianca, of course, had no answer. She looked away, swallowing, then back at Courtney, still searching for something to say. But Courtney beat her to the punch once again.

“I think...maybe you like me,” she spoke softly. “Don’t you?”

When no answer came, once again, she tossed the book down and reached out, a hand on Bianca’s forearm.

“Well, I like you. If I didn’t like you, I’d have stayed in the club with Adore. That would have been the easiest thing. But I didn’t, because I care about you. And I think you know that...so why can’t we even talk about it like fucking adults?”

It wasn’t enough, was all Bianca could think. Courtney’s possibly temporary interest was not a reason to potentially fuck up a friendship, not to mention make their living situation extremely precarious.

Sneering, yet still not moving away, Bianca told her, “Nothing about this would be a good idea.”

“Why not?” Courtney couldn’t help saying, eyes rolling.

“Uh, about a million reasons,” Bianca said. “We’re roommates, we’re friends, and if things go south--scratch that, when things go south, it’ll be a fucking mess.”

“Could be worth it,” Courtney said, a smile pulling at her lips. “And I mean, I have heaps of other friends, so…”

Thoroughly annoyed by Courtney’s nonchalance, Bianca then went for a low blow by reminding her, “Okay, how about the fact that you've never been with a woman before?”

“So what?”

“So, I don’t even know if you’re gay. Or what you are. Maybe you’re just...confused.”

“Yeah, maybe!” Courtney burst out. “Maybe I don’t know what I am either. But labels aren’t really my priority right now. All I care about, all that matters, is that I like you.”

“What is the point of this conversation, anyway? Do you really think you can debate me into fucking you?” Bianca asked.

Courtney’s smile turned bittersweet, a sigh leaving her. She scooted closer to Bianca, their knees now touching, speaking gently and carefully.

“No, you’re right. I just wanted to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about you. And I don’t think it’s just some fleeting curiosity. I like everything about you...how smart you are, how funny, how even when you're teasing or mad at me like last night, I still wanna be close to you. I always have. You’re just so...so beautiful,” she finished, eyes soft and misty. No longer fighting, or trying to prove a point. No longer indignant or demanding an answer. Just looking at Bianca in that irresistible way, like she’d hung the moon. “And I think...it could be really great, if we gave it a shot.”

Bianca’s mind raced. How did this conversation go so off the rails, so quickly? What was she supposed to say to that?

“Maybe I’m wrong, though,” Courtney conceded lightly. “Maybe you don’t feel the same way. Maybe it’s all in my head.”

“Courtney-”

“If you tell me I’m wrong, I’ll leave. I won’t bother you about this again. So. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Courtney looked at her, challenging but still somehow soft and vulnerable. This was Bianca’s out. This was a gift, and they both knew it. And the smart thing to do would have been to take that gift and just tell her that she was wrong. Sorry for leading you on, dollface. Hope we can still be friends.

Instead, Bianca was an idiot.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because. You’re not wrong, but-”

The smile that spread across Courtney’s face, lighting up her eyes, was yet another reminder to Bianca of how thoroughly she’d fucked this up.

“But listen,” she continued, “I told myself a long time ago that I would not, under any circumstances, be the kind of asshole who tried to seduce straight girls.”

“I’m not-”

“I know, I know, you don’t know what you are. But that’s the point, Court. I don’t want to be like, taking advantage of the fact that you’re confused right now. Okay? I just…” Bianca sighed. “God, I really should have just let you fuck that green-haired slut, huh?”

Courtney chuckled at that.

“I just...I made a promise to myself. That no matter what, I wasn’t gonna lay a hand on you.”

“Hmm.” Courtney made a small noise, backing off a little bit. “Okay.”

It was too easy, and her eyes still had that sparkle. So Bianca’s heart was still in her throat.

“I understand what you’re saying, B. And I would never want to make you feel like you have to break a personal promise.”

Bianca began to get the distinct impression that she was being mocked, in spite of the sweet and empathetic way that Courtney was speaking--or maybe because of it.

“But, if you’ll hear it...I do have a small counterpoint,” Courtney added.  

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?” Courtney asked. “I don’t want to nag you. So if your mind is made up, I-”

“Just tell me your fuckin’ counterpoint.”

“Okay.” Courtney inched forward, “Here it is.”

Bianca’s eyes shifted to her knee, where Courtney’s hand had settled. Her breathing remained shallow, body unmoving. When she looked back into Courtney’s glittering green eyes, felt the soft hand slide up her thigh, her breath hitched.

“Do you want me to stop?” Courtney whispered.

Her pulse now racing, Bianca shook her head slightly, watching Courtney’s beautiful face as her eyes went soft. She leaned closer, lips hovering over Bianca’s, so close that Bianca swore she could taste her. Her free hand tangled into Bianca’s hair, fingers running through it as she cupped her cheek.

When their mouths were mere millimeters apart, Bianca’s eyes finally fell closed, lips parting in anticipation, hands moving to Courtney’s waist. Courtney brushed their lips together, so soft Bianca thought she may have imagined it.

*

Courtney had been dreaming of this for so long; it was hard for her to believe that it was really happening. She took her time, thumbs stroking Bianca’s cheeks, nose nuzzling into her gently before finally pressing their lips together. Her mouth was pillowy soft and warm, and Courtney couldn’t help smiling against her as she deepened the kiss, tongue slipping inside her mouth to luxuriate in the taste of her.

“Court, wait...are you really sure this is what you want?” Bianca asked, pulling back just a little to search her eyes.

Still panting, Courtney took a moment to compose herself, enough to look into Bianca’s eyes and say, “Dead sure.”  

“Ugh, that’s so Aussie,” Bianca stated, and Courtney laughed, pulling her close again.

“Shut up,” she whispered, going in for another soft kiss.  

And then, like a dam bursting open, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Bianca’s shoulders and climbing into her lap. A low moan left Bianca’s lips as she rolled her hips forward, which emboldened Courtney to continue, rocking against her. Her lips trailed down Bianca’s jaw to her neck, finding the tenderest spot to graze with her teeth before sucking gently.

*

“Shit,” Bianca murmured, fingers digging into Courtney’s waist.

Why on earth had she been fighting this?

She supposed that from the beginning, the fact that Courtney was straight had addled her mind. Made her off-limits in a way that allowed Bianca to pretend that she was keeping her distance. And the fact that this ‘straight’ girl seemed so into her? That made it better--an exercise in self-control, which Bianca deluded herself into thinking that she was winning. At least until this weekend.

Now though, with Courtney finally in her arms, enthusiastically devouring her neck, pulling at the buttons of her top, she finally allowed herself to relax.

“You’re really jumping into this lesbian thing with both feet, huh?” Bianca asked breathlessly.

“Is there any other way to do it?” Courtney murmured, licking up her throat, then pushing Bianca’s top open and letting out a gratified sigh.

The way she drank Bianca in with hungry, greedy eyes made hairs stand up on the back of her neck. And then she reached forward, hands sliding up Bianca’s torso, cupping her tits.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Courtney breathed, running the back of her fingers over Bianca’s achingly hard nipples.

“Shit,” Bianca groaned again, arching up. The frantic pulsing between her legs begged her to take back control—to fling Courtney onto her back and make her forget her own name. But part of her was also thrilled by how self-assured Courtney was, how quickly she’d been able to work Bianca up to the point of pain.

“Do you like that, B?” Courtney asked softly. Her body weight pressed down as fingers continued to casually toy with her nipples.

Bianca looked up at her, bleary-eyed with lust, and admitted, “I’ve never been so happy to be wrong in my life.”

Courtney giggled adorably, laying a light kiss against Bianca’s temple.

“Hold that thought,” she then said, jumping up from the bed.

Bianca lifted herself onto her elbows and blinked at her, a bit dazed, as she rifled through her dresser.

“What...what the hell are you looking for?”

“Just something to...aha!” Courtney pulled out a pair of black tights and ran to the door, tying them around the handle.

“We haven’t really established that code,” Bianca said.

“She’s smart. She’ll figure it out.” Courtney shut the door firmly, turning back to Bianca with a wicked grin. She whipped off her shirt (and bra) in one fluid motion, tossing them to the floor, then took her sweet time sauntering back to the bed, asking, “Where were we?”

Bianca cleared her throat, trying to tear her eyes from her perfect little tits before answering hoarsely, “You were teasing the shit out of me.”

“Oh yeah,” Courtney said brightly, climbing back on the bed and straddling her quickly. “Thanks...”

[calpalirwin]

According to Plan

A/N: And now we go back a few years to watch their story unfold.

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Chapter 1

Madison

September 2015

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The house looked a lot like our old house- a typical two-story home. The only difference was that this house supposedly had a basement. “Looks good, huh?” Mike asked.

I nodded.

He grinned. He had been excited about the move ever since Mom had been offered a new job. I was slightly less thrilled. Starting over at a new high school my senior year wasn’t exactly the plan I had for myself- the deaf new girl.

Mike, on the other hand, well, he had broken up with his girlfriend and was grateful to be across the country from her. And not being deaf himself, he was looking forward to living it up as best his could.

“Wanna check it out?” he asked.

I shrugged and we got out of his truck, heading for the house. Sure enough, it looked like every other two-story home, just with a basement like the pictures had shown.

“I’ve been in that car for too damned long. I’m gonna change then head over to the school. Use their field for a little practice. Mads, wanna come with me?” Mike asked when we had all checked out the basement. It had been a huge selling point for all of us because there wasn’t a basement at our old house, and we all wanted to see how big it was because we all had dreams of turning it into something for us- Dad wanted a home theater, Mom wanted a proper office, Mike wanted to turn it into his apartment bedroom, and me, well I wanted a dark room for my photography.

I nodded. I liked going with Mike when he wanted to practice. We’d run together in complete silence and then I was left alone while he played soccer against imaginary players. Plus, going with him know would give me a much needed chance to take photos to buff up my portfolio for Yale. New school or not, I was still determined to get into Yale on early decision. I had the grades, I had the extra-curriculars, I had the test scores; I just needed something extra for my portfolio, and so far, nothing I had struck me as Yale material. Maybe a new town was just what I needed.

“We just got here, don’t you kids want to relax for a bit?” Mom asked.

 We both shook our heads before heading upstairs to find our rooms. My room looked exactly the same as it had at our old house. My bed was pushed up against one wall, perfectly in the middle, a nightstand on either side. My couch was pushed against the foot of my bed, with my television on its stand at the wall opposite my bed. My bookshelf with my books, movies, and CDs was set up next to my television. I double-checked that everything was alphabetized. Warm sunshine spilled across the bedroom floor from my open window. My desk was neatly lined up with one corner of my room, my laptop on the surface, closed and charging. My school books and schedule were neatly stacked next to my laptop for me. I opened my closet, on one side hung my jackets with my shoes lined up underneath. The other side had my dresser and clothes hamper. I opened my drawers to find my clothes neatly folded and all in their place.

I smiled to myself looking at my room. It was exactly how I wanted it to be- everything with a place and everything in that place. I quickly changed into workout clothes, put my hair up in a ponytail, and grabbed my camera. Okay, I signed to Mike as I came downstairs. I’m ready.

“Awesome.” He turned to our parents, “We’ll be home for dinner.”

“Okay,” they answered in unison. Both were already curled up on the couch watching something on television. “Have fun, be safe.”

We drove in silence over to the school. Then, we walked in silence out to the field. Not because we couldn’t- we both knew sign language, and I could read lips really well- but because the silence was soothing.

Three boys and three girls around our age were already on the field. “Shit, sorry,” Mike whispered to me, looking at me so I could see his lips move. “I thought we’d be alone. C’mon, I’ll drive you home. I can practice later.”

One of the boys shouted out to us as he came jogging over, the others following close behind. “Came to play a little soccer?” the boy asked once he was closer, looking at Mike’s soccer ball. He was tall, probably close to six feet, if not a little taller, broad shouldered and muscular. Definitely athletic, I decided. His brown hair curled over hazel eyes that were splattered with flecks of green and gold. My heart raced a little in my chest as he smiled at us. I wondered what his voice sounded like, but it probably sounded just as good as he looked.

“Uh, yeah,” Mike said. “I didn’t think anyone would be around.”

“Yeah, this place is pretty empty for now. School doesn’t start until Monday,” the boy answered again. “I’m Ashton Irwin, by the way. This is Luke Hemmings, his girlfriend, Sierra Deaton, Calum Hood, and his girlfriend Riley Henderson, and Crystal Leigh.” They all nodded as they were introduced- a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, a pretty brunette, a very tan boy with dark curls and even darker eyes, and two equally pretty blondes.

“I’m Mike Clifford. This is my sister, Madison,” Mike introduced us, shaking their hands. The six strangers looked to me, waiting for me to say something. Unsure of what to do because Mike had introduced me so there wasn’t much left for me to do, I looked at the ground, studying my shoes. “Uh, sorry,” Mike said when I just stood there. He waved his hand in my face to get my attention and gave me a thumbs up, while raising his eyebrows- the classic “You following?” without having to admit to anyone I had complete deafness.

I nodded, then from Mike’s cue, shook their hands. Ashton’s hand set my heart racing again as he gently squeezed and his smile was directed full force at me.

“You can join us if you want. Plenty of space. Besides, playing against these two gets a little dull,” Ashton said after introductions had been made.

Luke gave Ashton a shove, “Fuck off. We’ve been playing soccer together since we were kids. We know what the other is going to do. Kinda defeats the purpose of playing, y’know?”

“That’s cuz you both suck,” Calum laughed.

Mike chuckled a little. “I know what you mean. Uh, sure. I could use the practice. That okay, Mads?”

I nodded. With people to play with Mike would be distracted just enough so he could relax without worrying about me, and I could take my time scouting for good pictures without worrying about him worrying about me.

“We can keep you company,” Riley offered. “The boys are starting to bore me anyway.”

Calum scoffed, “Woman, I am offended!” He tilted his back when he laughed.

“Oh, hush!” Riley told him, “I’ve spent all summer watching the three of you play soccer.”

I shook my head, declining her offer, before turning to Mike. I held up my camera and gestured around, letting him know I was going to take some pictures and look around.

He nodded, then “Keep your phone on you so I can find you later, okay?”

I nodded before walking away, waving my hand behind me. I could picture the conversation going on behind me, even if I couldn’t hear it. I knew Mike would just say I was shy, or introverted, or both. He was always good at letting me decide whether or not I wanted to let people know if I was deaf or not. “It’s not my business until someone’s an asshole,” he always told me, “because protecting you is always my business.”

I pulled out my class schedule I had folded up in my pocket. We had missed registration, but when Mom and Dad had flown in the week before to do a bunch of busy work with setting up the house and their new jobs, they went to the school to get us situated for the school year. All Mike and I had to do was get our school pictures taken. And show up, of course. I studied my schedule, committing it to memory before flipping it over to study the school map, memorizing that as well. I stuffed the paper back in my pocket when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Ashton apologized.

I waved my hand dismissively. Then, wondering how to simplify my sign language, I made an “okay” symbol hoping he’d know I meant it was all good. I knew he hadn't meant to scare me. He didn’t know I couldn’t hear.

He looked at me confused for a second, then his brain put the pieces together. “Oh! Can you hear me?”

I shook my head, but pointed at his lips.

“Oh, I can sign if that helps,” he said, signing as he spoke.

My eyes lit up, You sign?! Besides my family, I didn’t know a lot of people who signed.

“I took a year in 8th grade. I can understand it better than I can do it myself,” he signed with uncertainty as he spoke, his fingers slow and clumsy.

That’s okay, I can read lips.

“Cool,” he nodded. “Cool camera,” he said, pointing out my camera I had around my neck. “You like photography?”

I nodded, then pointed at him to ask if he also like photography.

“I like looking at them, sure. But taking pictures myself isn’t really my thing. I’m better at cars and soccer.”

I could tell you liked soccer.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You could’ve stayed if you wanted, you know.”

I wanted to leave.

“Oh…”

Did I hurt your feelings? I asked, genuinely caring about his answer. Not being able to speak for myself left a lot up to how my signs were interpreted. I hadn’t meant it rudely.

“No. I was worried that we had upset you, actually.”

Social situations make me uncomfortable. I like being alone.

“Oh. Well, you can come back with me if you want. You don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want. Just being there is fine enough.”

As long as you all know I’m not actually ignoring you guys.

“Yeah, like I said, being there is fine enough with me.” He smiled again and I realized that that smile would be the absolute end of me.

[serious-writers-block]

Vessel - Chapter 29

Summary: Sam and Dean thought their lives were a living hell. When they find a young girl who shares their name and family business, neither of them can help but be curious about who she is and what she can do for them

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*Gif not mine, found on Google

“Come on, Sammy,” Mary pleaded with him as they sat at Jody’s kitchen table, “it’s been weeks since we’ve been on a hunt.”

 “Mary,” he sighed, “you know Dean doesn’t want to hunt while there’s a target on you and honestly, I agree with him.”

 The youngest Winchester groaned, “there is ALWAYS going to be a target on my ass. You can’t expect me to just stop living. People need our help! Come on Sammy. Alex, Claire, and Jody are already gone on hunts. Someone’s got to take this one, why can’t it be us?”

 He gave her a stern look before he finally relented, “what is it?”

 “Tennessee,” she started, turning her laptop toward her brother, “first, a butcher’s shop was broken into. Not long after that, several cows were found mutilated on the side of the road. Then, just yesterday, a hiker’s body was found torn to pieces near the entrance of a popular trail.”

 “You thinking werewolf?” he asked, skimming through the article she showed him.

 “Seems too calculated, like it was a series of steps. Definitely not a vamp, the body wasn’t drained.”

 “What are you two doing?” Dean asked, seeing his younger siblings bent over the computer.

 “I found us a case,” MJ admitted. Dean gave her a displeased look. “Before you say anything, everybody else is gone working their own cases. We can’t just leave this be though, think about the lives we’d be putting at risk.”

 Dean rolled his eyes. He sighed as he pulled a chair out and sat down, “fine. What’ve you got?” He knew an argument was pointless. His sister was right, they couldn’t just ignore the case.

 “Maryville, Tennessee,” Sam started, reading from the articles his sister had pulled up on her laptop, “mutilated cows and a torn-up hiker.”

 MJ jumped in before her brother could answer, “rugaru.”

 “Rugaru?”

 “Yeah. It follows the pattern,” she pulled the computer from Sam and turned it to face Dean, “starts small, butcher shop. Eats everything in sight. When that’s not enough, he kills the beef himself, but he’s still hungry.”

 “Goes after a lonely hiker.”

 “Exactly.”

 Dean turned to the youngest Winchester, “you ever hunted a rugaru?”

 Mary hesitated, unsure of whether or not she should tell him the truth, “once, in Wyoming.”

 “Wyoming? When were you in Wyoming?”

 She hesitated again, almost in preparation for her brothers’ anger, “August.”

 “August?” Dean stood as he raised his voice, “MJ, what the hell?”

 “It… well, I-”

 Dean was fuming. Sam watched on, biting his tongue. The eldest suddenly turned back to her and asked in a low voice, trying to control his anger, “how many?”

 “What?”

 “How many cases did you take that we didn’t know about?”

 She looked at her hands, “I only took one salt and burn.” He sighed and shook his head. “I was gonna stick to our agreement, but other cases kept turning up that seemed more important.” 

 “Two days drive.”

 “It was always two days from where I’d been before,” she muttered.

 Dean ran a hand down his face in frustration before deciding, “ten minutes and we’re hitting the road.” He didn’t say anything else to his siblings and promptly stormed out of the room.

 “Mary?”

 She sighed, “yeah Sam?”

 “Let him cool off,” he suggested.

 “I’m sorry, Sam. I should have… well, I shouldn’t have…” Sam waited for her to finish. She realized why he was quiet and continued, “I’m sorry for not telling you what I was doing and for lying about the hunts.”

 Sam stood from the table and cleared his throat, “get packed, it’s a long way to Tennessee.” He left his sister sitting alone in the kitchen, stunned by her brothers’ collective anger.

 ~~

 The drive to Tennessee was long and quiet. At the halfway mark, near Springfield, Illinois, the siblings decided to stop for the night. After finding a cheap motel outside the town, they found a nearby bar to grab dinner. As always, Mary was pushed to a back table while one of her brothers approached the bar to order drinks. This time however, Dean was the one to bring her to the booth.

 “Move along,” he grumbled to a man whose eyes lingered on his sister for a little too long. They both sighed as they lowered themselves onto the bench seats.

 “Hey Dean?” she started quietly, “I’m sorry, for lying about the cases over the summer.” He looked at her, as if he was expecting more. “I’m sorry. I just-”

 “I get it, kid,” he finally said, “but you should’ve told us.”

 She looked down at her hands, “I know.”

 “Mary?” MJ looked up to see a familiar dark face standing beside the table.

 “Stephen?”

 Dean looked from the man to his sister before connecting the dots, “this the boy from Colorado?”

 “Dean,” she gave him a warning look.

 “Alright,” Sam set three drinks down on the table. “Whiskey,” he said the drink to his brother, “Sierra Mist.” After passing the drink to Mary he noticed Stephen.

 “Sammy, this is Stephen,” Dean said with a smirk, “MJ’s old hunting buddy.”

 “Oh,” he raised his eyebrows, smiling a devilish smile, “why don’t you join us?”

 “Sam-”

 “Take a seat, tell us about yourself,” he finished, not giving Mary a chance to refuse, “how’d you meet our sister?”

 Stephen looked at Mary as if asking for permission, when she just shrugged, he gave her a smile and sat. She rolled her eyes at his apparent pleasure.

 “A bar in Kansas,” he smiled, “outside of Lebanon.”

 “Lebanon?” Dean asked, giving Mary a look.

 “Yeah. Couple of guys wouldn’t leave her alone so I stepped in.”

 Mary rolled her eyes again, “I was fine. He payed for my drink and I left. It wasn’t until the nest I even knew he was a hunter.”

 “You in town for a hunt?” Sam asked the Texan.

 “Just passing through.”

 The four hunters made small talk until Stephen noticed Mary’s drink, much like his own, was empty. “I’ll grab the next round,” he started, “Mary, whiskey?”

 Dean cleared his throat, “excuse me?”

 “That’s her,” the younger man stuttered, “that’s… that’s her drink of choice?” Mary rolled her eyes, again.

 “She’s 18,” Dean angrily said.

 “I… I-”

 “Leave the guy alone, Dean,” she reprimanded, “he had no way of knowing.”

 Stephen’s phone went off, interrupting the entire conversation. He excused himself to take the call and stepped away, while the brothers took the chance to pick on their sister. “He seems nice,” Sam started.

 “Just a friend, Sammy.”

 “A friend who looks like that?” the eldest asked, “I don’t buy it.” Mary gave him a look. Before anything else could be said Stephen appeared by the table again.

 “I gotta take off,” he said apologetically, “but it was good to see you all again.”

 “MJ, why don’t you walk Stephen out,” Dean suggested, “we’ll get you another drink.”

 MJ thought it best not to argue with or question her brother, so she stood to accompany the Texan. “Your brothers always that welcoming?” He asked as they walked.

 She couldn’t help but laugh, “not usually.” The pair stopped when they reached the door. Without saying another word, Stephen leaned in to kiss the young Winchester. “Sorry, buster.” She turned her face so that his lips met her cheek.

 “Ouch. You got a secret angel like your brother?” he asked, trying to brush off the rejection.

 She shook her head, “just not looking for anything right now.”

 “Not even for one-”

 “Trust me,” she stopped him, “you don’t even want to finish that sentence. Don’t look now, but there’s a couple peeping Winchesters betting money on what happens when I say goodbye.”

 Stephen scoffed, seeing the brothers watching on out of the corner of his eye, “then, I guess this is goodbye.”

 “See you later, man. Drive save,” she nodded before leaving him alone in the doorway. The boys quickly turned back to the table when they saw their sister returning. Once she returned, she looked at Sam and Dean, “enjoy the show?”

 “I don’t-”

 “Who won?” she asked with a smirk.

 “That depends,” Dean admitted.

 “He tried to kiss me, I turned him down,” she smiled. Without saying anything, Dean handed his brother a ten-dollar bill.

  ~~~ 

“This is where he lives?” Dean asked, eyeing the extravagant mansion he’d just pulled up to. All signs had pointed to Jerry Broast as the rugaru, so the Winchesters decided to scope out the family home.

 “CEO of the largest company in town,” Sam explained, “youngest in the company’s history.” Mary joined her brothers outside the car, but at her age they doubted she’d pass for any cover other than a girl scout selling cookies.

 “I’m gonna go around back, see what I can find,” she decided, tucking a pistol into her waistband like her brothers taught her. She circled the Impala and went to the trunk, retrieving the makeshift flame thrower they’d made for the case.

 “Be careful,” Dean gave her a warning look. She gave him a smile before tiptoeing through the grass. Dean waited until she was out of earshot before turning to his brother, “I don’t like this.”

 Sam sighed, “I know, neither do I.” They dropped the conversation once they reached the front door of Broast’s mansion. To their surprise, the man they recognized from the suspect’s ID photos answered the door.

 “Can I help you?” he asked when he opened the door.

 “Hi,” Sam started, “we’re the, uh, the exterminators.”

 “You don’t look like exterminators.”

 “Yeah well, jumpsuits and bug logos ain’t really my style. Can we come in?”

 He eyed the brothers hesitantly, “I didn’t call-”

 “Your wife,” Dean interrupted him, “she made the call.” After thinking about it, the suspected rugaru stepped aside and let them enter.

 ~~

 While her brothers finagled their way into the house, MJ peered into the kitchen from the back patio. The once pristine white cabinets were speckled with what Mary guessed was blood. She quickly moved over to another window where she had a better view of the room. Spread across the floor were the remains of a woman. She’d been torn to pieces with very little of her body still intact.

 “Shit,” MJ muttered, heading to the door. She picked the lock and slipped into the house, attempting to remain unnoticed. She grimaced, seeing the vic’s body up close. The shout of her brother from the front of the house pulled her back into the moment. She snuck over to the entrance to the dinning room, where she had a clear view of her brothers tied up and a rugaru circling them, knife in hand.

 “Since when do you freaks play with your food?” Dean asked. His lip was bleeding and he’d clearly put up a fight before being restrained, “didn’t really take you for the Mrs. Lovett type, figured you went sushi-style.” MJ couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother’s sad attempt at a joke.

 “I just ate,” the man taunted, “but you boys seemed too sweet to pass up.”

 “So you’re saving us for later?” Sam asked before the rugaru could take a bite out of his brother. Mary remained still, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. Before the chance arose, the rugaru lunged at Sam.

 “Hey!” she shouted, catching the monster’s attention, “stay away from my brother.” When the rugaru started toward her, she lit up the flame thrower, roasting him on the first try. Once the body dropped, MJ ran toward Sam and Dean to untie them. “You guys okay?”

 “Peachy,” Dean gruffly responded, “you?”

 “Fine,” she stopped what she was doing abruptly when she heard a noise above them.

 “You hear that?” Sam asked, slipping his wrist out of the rope Mary had untied, “think his wife-”

 “She’s dead in the kitchen,” MJ provided, still whispering. She grabbed the flame thrower she’d set down beside her and slowly stood up.

 “MJ,” Dean warned in a whisper as she stepped past them toward the staircase. She waved him off and kept moving. Cautiously, in an attempt to avoid creaky steps, she tiptoed up the stairs. When she got to the landing, she was met by three doors. The one on the left was the room directly above the living room, so with the flame thrower raised she nudged the door open.

 “Por favor, ¡Ayúdeme!” Please, help me. Mary lowered her weapon seeing the old woman.

 “You human?” Eres humana. The woman nodded frantically.

 “¿Dónde está Sr. Broast?” Where is Mr. Broast?

 “Dead.” Muerto. “Do you work here? For Broast?” ¿Trabajas aquí? ¿Para Señor Broast?

 “Sí,” Yes. “y su hermano?” and his brother?

 “Brother?” ¿Hermano?

 “MJ?” Dean’s voice came from downstairs, “we got company.”

 Mary rushed to the top of the stairs, “it’s his brother.” She turned back to the woman, “is he a monster too?” ¿Es el un monstruo?

 “Sí,” Yes.

 Dean watched as his sister held a conversation with a woman who was only speaking Spanish, wondering how he never knew she was bilingual. She shouted his name and tossed him the flame thrower before pushing the innocent woman into one of the many bedrooms behind them.

 In a fit of rage, the second rugaru broke down the front door. He lept toward the closest Winchester, Sam, and made an attempt to claw his face off.

 “Sammy!”

 Using all his strength, Sam threw the monster toward his brother who immediately lit him on fire. Once the body dropped, they called up to Mary who joined her brothers along with Broast’s former employee. As soon as they had the house cleaned up and saw the old woman safely home, the Winchesters packed up the Impala once again and hit the road.

 ~~

 They were an hour outside of Maryville when Dean remembered what he’d seen at the mansion, “since when do you speak Spanish?” He looked over his shoulder to his sister, who had been aimlessly starring out the window, “MJ?”

 “What?” he finally caught her attention.

 “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish,” he said again.

 She looked confused, “I don’t.”

 “Back at the house,” he tried to remind her, “you had a full conversation with the lady.”

 She laughed, “that wasn’t in Spanish.”

 “Uh,” Sam jumped in, “I mean, I’m by no means fluent but I know that was Spanish.”

 “I…” she stopped arguing once it occurred to her, “I was speaking in tongues.”

 “Tongues?”

 Sam caught on quicker than Dean, “like the apostles after the Holy Spirit came to them.”

 MJ’s soft voice came from the backseat, “son of a bitch.”

[ask-fallout-southpark]

Day #1:Twin Skeletons

I didn’t know what I want to call it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Remember,this is all done with random number generating and writing and crossing things out.I didn’t exactly think of names for the oneshots.

25 Days of Fallout Park Day #1

Name of oneshot: Twin skeletons {The song reminds me of the dlc in the game,so..yeah}

Ship: Kenny x reader

Characters: ||The reader,as Courier Six/Six||Kenny McCormick as well,Kenny||Father Elijah as crazy old man with a plan||

Mentioned only:||Tweek Tweak||Clyde Donovan||Some of the others||Vera Keyes||Michael||Pete||Henrietta||

Type: x reader oneshot,romance

Location: Sierra Madre Casino and Villa

Prompt:

Person A: “Have you ever liked someone before but too scared to say it?”

Person B: “All the time.”

Person A: “Same.”

Person A and B: *Silence*

{Found here }

You knew you shouldn’t have listened to the invitation.If you followed your gut,you wouldn’t be in the mess you are now.

It was early in the morning when you and three of your faithful companions and friends,Tweek,Kenny and Clyde decided on investigating an odd radio signal your pipboy picked up.It was an invitation to some casino,untouched by the wasteland.Following the signal,it lead the four of you to an abandoned Brotherhood bunker.Down the ladder,down the stairs and through the only hallway that hasn’t collapsed,a radio stood on a table,under spotlight.The soothing voice of who ever was on the radio drew you closer.It also drew the other three closer.It wasn’t until it was too late that you realized it was a trap.A strange gas filled the room,and before you or your friends could react,you were all knocked out,consumed by darkness,and only the echoes of cackling filled your minds.

This is where we find ourselves now…

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you woke up in an unfamiliar place.The ground beneath you was hard,and rough.There was a certain cold gloominess around you.Colors ranging from reds and purples to dark pinks and yellows.With a slight struggle you managed to scramble up to your feet,and your vision returned to normal.You were no longer in the clothing you got used to.You wore an old bloody patient’s gown,and just damn great,you’re barefoot.You also had a weird collar around your neck.You remember seeing some of the Legion slaves wearing them.You looked up at the fountain in front of you,and rubbed your head.That’s just great.You had a massive headache,you had no clue where you are,your gear is gone and you had no clue where any of the others are.There was a blue hologram on the top of the fountain.It was a woman.You came to the conclusion that it must be the one from the invite,as she started talking,saying almost the exact same things as she did on the radio.She had that soothing beautiful voice.It was then that a bright green hologram replaced the blue one,snapping you out of your dazed state staring at the radio woman.It was the face of an old man.“Oh good,you’re awake,” he mutters.“Are you listening?” You hesitate for a moment,you’re not used to talking to anyone but your friends,but between speaking up and getting your head blown off,speaking was the better option,“Y-Yes.” You had a million questions to ask this old man,but something about the bomb collar around your neck said that you should leave questions for later.“Good.From now on when I talk,you’re gonna listen.You’re gonna follow my instructions and mine alone,“ the man grumbled.You kept quiet,only giving a simple nod.The man probably saw you through cameras or something.“And if you even think of not following my instructions,or escaping or saying ‘no’,that little collar around your neck will go off,and take your head with it.”

 "Understood,“ you murmur quietly.“I’ve left markers on that pipboy of yours.Find the other three collars and bring them here,to the fountain.If you obey…then you’ll,hmph,all go free.The Sierra Madre’s gates are sealed.Do as I say and it won’t be locked much longer.And another thing,you’ll see that your vision will constantly pulse,go blurry.It’s the cloud,slowly eating your insides.Too much exposure will lead to a very painful death,” the old man explains.“You probably have a million questions running through that puny mind of yours,courier.So ask and ask quickly,we have work to do.”

 Without thinking twice,you asked,”Who the hell are you?”

“Me? You’ll simply refer to me as Father Elijah.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“The Sierra Madre casino,aren’t you paying attention at all?”

“Where are my friends?”

“Those bumbling idiots? Thrown in random loca-”

“Six! I’m damn glad I found you!” You turned to the side,only to almost get tackled by the one and only Kenny.You can only hear the old man grumble through the speakers in the area.”I’m pretty glad too,Ken,” you grin.Ever since you met the half ghoul at the Mormon fort,you’ve grown to love him.In a friend-companion way,of course.Always so optimistic,always fooling around.But,let’s face it.As you travelled together,you started developing feelings for him.You hid them pretty well,but not everyone on your team was that blind.Especially not Wendy.Even Craig could see it.”You have any idea where we are? We went into the bunker…then I woke up with a bomb collar around my neck,all my guns taken,everyone else gone.I got attacked by these weird assholes with spears…and bear traps…I’m pretty sure one wanted to eat my face and-”

The old man cleared his throat,causing both of you two to shut up and turn your attention to the hologram again.”You know what,you idiots will do fine on your own.I’ll be watching,so don’t even try anything stupid.You’ll find a holorifle at that vending machine over there with some ammo.Don’t waste the ammo.”

With that,the hologram vanished,and the radio woman appeared again.Kenny looks at you,head tilted to the side,”What’s with the gettup?” 

“Old man took my clothes,my meds and chems,my weapons,everything,” you shrug,and start walking over to the vending machine.”It’s bull that you get to keep your clothes,and that I’m stuck with this gown,and I’m barefoot.It’s barely covering anything,so if we get attacked,I’m gonna get myself killed.” Kenny followed after,shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets,”Maybe we’ll find some clothes in this place.From what I can tell,it’s big,and if it is untouched as the invite says,it means nothing’s been looted.” You pick up the gun and ammo,and load up the first set of rounds.The rest you hand to your companion,since he’s the only one with pockets between the two of you.”I hope so.” 

“Until then,I at least have an excuse to stare at you ass,” he smirks,wiggling his eyebrows.The comment made you blush slightly,and you punch his shoulder,”Perv.”  He laughs at the remark,”Hey! We should probably get a move on.Our lives are all on the line.Because if I have a collar too,it means Tweek and Clyde also have collars,and the three people we have to find obviously also have.” You nod,and you two start heading in the only direction that isn’t a dead end.”Who should we go after first? Collar 8 at the police station,Collar 12 in the medical district,or Collar 14 in the Residential district?” you ask,holding up you pipboy so Kenny could also see.”Go for the middle one,Collar 12? I know it would probably be better if we head to the police station first,because we might find weapons there and clothes for you,but,if we get attacked,we’re gonna have worse problems than not having weapons.Or..I think that’s right? We’re at the door to the Medical district anyway,so…yeah,” the blonde murmurs,stopping and staring up at the giant wooden doors.Hey,maybe there’s a dead janitor with a jumpsuit or something behind the doors.Stimpaks and aid was probably the better option.You were unsure,but Kenny’s right,you’re at the door to the Medical district,so why not go there first? The old man didn’t say to find the three in a specific order.

“Sure.Let’s see what waits for us behind door number one.”

The two of you entered the Medical district,and a few steps in,the collars started beeping.Out of instinct,you stepped back,and grabbed the back of Kenny’s hoodie to drag him back too.”Ah,the speakers.They’ve aged poorly,like the Madre.Pre-war junk.The speakers emit a signal that’ll set your collars off if you stay too long.There are damaged speakers,and shielded ones…the damaged ones you can shoot at range.Don’t get too close,you can’t switch them off the the radios..which will also set off your collars if you get too close.The shielded ones,red ones,you have to shut off by terminal or avoid completely,” he explains.”And remember,courier and…idiot following courier,if one collar is set off,all the collars will explode.Not only yours.It was the only way to keep you all in line.Watch out for the villa inhabitants..they’re difficult to kill unless you chop them apart..if you can,blow them up or disintegrate them….Some are harder to kill than others..as they are bigger in size…”

“Hey Father Elijah,before you go…Where do they come from?These monsters,I mean.”

He grunted,”They were once the workers,got consumed by the cloud as they built the villa.Some were also horrible experiments by the people from Big MT.No more questions.”

{I don’t own the pictures -  it’s from the Dead Money horror overhaul.Pretty damn great mod for my favorite DLC}

“Great…immortal freaks with spears ‘n shit.Good thing I’m immortal too then,huh?” Kenny mutters,taking the holorifle from you and shooting the speaker like some professional.“Nobody likes a show off,” you say,crossing your arms,“…but since you want to be one,why don’t you hold onto the gun?” “I can do that.” You walked forward to where the speaker was,just before heading through the second archway.There was graffiti on the wall,similar to that which you saw near the fountain.You didn’t know what was scarier,the monsters or the graffiti.You haven’t even seen the cloud Elijah keeps rambling about.

Instead of just focussing on the mission at hand,Kenny suggested exploring,looking around a little.And during your exploring,the two of you found two or three stimpaks,some random chems,and a lot of Sierra Madre coins.Elijah radioed in again explaining that it’s the only currency the vending machines take,and that upgrades to unlock certain items are bought or found around the villa.Unfortunately the vending machines only have pre-war food and drinks,and rarely any helpful meds and components.

“This should be enough coins to buy us Nuka-Colas and some snacks.Can’t believe people just left ‘em in the fountain things…I think nuka-cola is better than toxic water,” you say,putting a bunch of coins into the vending machine.“Do you want a normal Nuka-Cola,Wild,Quantum,Victory or Quartz?” Kenny yawned,“I’ll take a Quartz.”

“And snackwise?”

“Snackcakes,we can share a box.”

“Awesome,” you say,pressing the correct buttons.Some snackcakes,a Nuka-Cola Quartz, a Nuka-Cola Victory and change. You walked over to where he was sitting.Brick planters make pretty good seating areas,and fit the cobble path.You handed him his drink,sat down and placed the box of pre-war snackcakes between you two. “Thanks.Can I open your bottle for ya?” he asks,glancing over at you with a smile.“Please,” you murmur in reply,handing him the neon red drink.He took out a flipknife,and popped the cap off.“Here ya go,” he says,handing the bottle back to you,then repeating the action with his bottle.“How did the old man not take your knife?”

“I keep quite a few on me.He took most of ‘em,except the one in my shoe,” the blonde shrugs,taking a sip of his drink.“You sneaky bastard,” you laugh,“Can never have too many knives.”

 “Yep.” It went fairly quiet between you two.You both just sat enjoying your drinks,snackcakes and surroundings.After a while of comfortable silence,you decided on breaking it.“Wonder if old man crazy’ll give us some time to rest.Can’t really tell time of day or anything here…but I’m pretty tired.” Kenny glanced at you and raised a brow,“You’re tired? Thought being out cold for so long would be a substitute for a really long nap…Guess not.” He stood up,looking around.“Hey old man!” he yells.“Don’t yell…you’ll attract the ghost people,” you mutter,unamused.“What is it now?!” his voice booms through the old speakers.“Can we rest for a while?Six is really tired and I don’t think you want them to mess up and let it end with our heads blowing up.You don’t have the time to look for others to do this either…” 

“Well….You have a point there courier lackey.I really want you to finish this…but I don’t want you to mess up and blow up either…Fine.I’ll allow you both to rest for lets say…three hours,but that’s that.Then it’s back to work.“

 "Thank you,Father Elijah,” he says,then glances back at you with a smile.“Let’s go find somewhere where you can take a nap,” he murmurs,taking your hand and walking into a random direction.You didn’t think that Elijah would just allow you to rest like that.He doesn’t seem like the type to allow his prisoners to rest when there’s stuff to do.This is also the first time you’ve seen the cloud.Behind a closed gate the toxic redness covered everything.You guessed that’s what killed the person,now a skeleton,that leaned against the gate.You looked around,and saw an opening into a building down the walkway.Now you were the one leading again.“There’s an opening.I’m hoping it’s the entrance to a hotelroom or whatever,and not a shop or deathtrap,” you say.The sounds of inhabitants,as Elijah called them,sent chills down your spine.Even more than there already were.“Watch out for traps…and speakers…and radio’s….and the freaky assholes.If we keep quiet,we shouldn’t attract the inhabitants and then we don’t have to waste ammo.I’m guessing most of ‘em are around the clinic and in dark areas of buildings…like a cliche horror movie,” the blonde says,following after you like he always does.

Cautiously you entered the building,Kenny right behind you.By the looks of it,it was a big hotel like room.There was a pre-war TV,some.couches,a kitchen and stairs leading to the second floor.After making sure there were no mines or other traps or freaks,you head upstairs.Upstairs it looks like a lot of furniture got thrown out or broken.There was a bed,one broken bedside table,one intact,a coffee table and two broken seats.There was also a door leading to a small balcony.“Pretty nice room if it weren’t well…" 

“Broken…?“ 

“Yeah." 

Upon closer inspection,there were two skeletons in the bed,holding each other close.Such a tragedy."Guess they were sleeping when the bombs dropped….” you say,looking down at the bare bones under the covers.“Or…they were getting it on…that’s a possibility,” Kenny shrugged,sitting on the bedside cabinet.You wanted to argue,but,it was a possibility.“Wow…that would be the worst way to go,” you say quietly.“Even worse if it was someone cheating on another…” Kenny added,“…Alright.So,let’s get these skelebones out of the bed so you can rest.” You gave a nod,and tried to pull the skeleton on your side from the other,while Kenny pulled the other one.They fell apart,which was obvious.They’re 200 year old bones.You two grabbed ends of the blanket and dragged the makeshift bag of bones off of the bed.“I almost feel bad,” you sigh,sitting on the bed.Kenny sat down on the cabinet again,“I don’t feel bad.I mean…we don’t know their story.Maybe it was a one night stand…or one abused the other…it could’ve been drug abusers or alcohol abusers…or even the scenario where one was cheating on the other,and it was the cheater and their secret lover…” You raised your brows,“Didn’t think into it that much…You always been so deep Kenny?”

“Hey,you should be resting,not talking to me,” he says in reply.“Don’t you want to rest?” you ask quietly.“Nah,I’m fine.I’ll keep watch,so nothing attacks us,and I’ll keep track of time too.”

"Can you at least sit next to me then? I…mean..just so y'know…the time is on my pipboy.Might make it easier for you to keep track….“ you ask.You felt awkward asking this,and it is just an excuse for him to sit with you,but hopefully he doesn’t see that."S-Sure.Hey,you want my jacket? You look kinda cold…”

You hesitated for a moment,”Won’t you be cold then?” Kenny snorted,”Course not.” He took off his jacket,and handed it to you,”It isn’t that bad.I’ve ran in snow in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt.” He pulled down his bandana too,which was a rare thing of him to do.He wore the bandana to hide the ghoulified places on his chin,cheek and neck.You laughed,”I know.I was there.You were so drunk after that drinking competition with Stan...The locals actually paid us to catch your drunk ass and to leave.” The blonde chuckled,”Oh yeah...Good times.” You both sat in silence with grins,remembering the shenanigans from before you got yourselves into this mess.The silence lasted a good few minutes,with you all snuggled up in Kenny’s jacket and staring into the void,and him laying back,staring up at the ceiling.

In total it’s been an hour since Elijah allowed you to rest.You're tired,that’s a fact,but something about staring at the patterned wallpaper in front of you,thinking about the most random of things was more interesting than sleeping.

“Hey Six?”

You snapped out of your daydreaming state and sat up.You looked at Kenny with a sheepish smile.”Y-Yeah?” He continued staring up at the ceiling,”Have you ever liked someone before...but too scared to say it?” He glanced at you with a questioning look,waiting for an answer.You swear you could feel your heart skipping a beat at the question.

Play it cool.Don’t panic.It was just a random question.

“A-All the time....Well...from what I can remember anyways,” you answer quietly,staring down at your hands.”Same....” he replies,staring up at the ceiling again.Awkward silence.A bunch of random thoughts crossed your mind.What if you end up failing?Tweek and Clyde are missing.What if they’re dead?Or hurt? What if none of you make it out and die to the cloud or your own insanity like those who were here before you? That would mean that you’ll never get the chance to tell Kenny how you feel about him.At least you won’t get rejected then,which is good.You’d all die though,which is bad.

Suddenly you’re filled with determination,confidence. Screw all those bad thoughts.You are going to save your friends.You are going to leave the casino alive with everyone.You are going to kick that crazy old man’s ass for trapping you all here.But,just in case you don’t make it...

“Kenny?”

“Yeah?Is it time to hit the road again?”

“N-No.It’s something else”

Kenny sat up straight,”Okay...What is it?” You had his full attention now. This is the first time you saw his eyes up close.They were a nice shade of blue.”Holy shit your eyes are pretty,” you say.You then realized what you said,and regretted it instantly.You’re blushing,and it’s easy to notice.Kenny looked down for a moment,trying to hide his blush.”Th-thanks...Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No...I mean,you have really pretty eyes but that isn’t what I wanted to tell you...” You took a deep breath.You were not going to take the cliche path and stutter it out like an idiot,you’re going to just say it.”What I wanted to say is..is that...I like you,Ken.In a romantic way,I mean.I tried to deny my feelings..but as we walked through the Mojave,I found myself falling for you.Hard.The others even started noticing...” He was flustered,and you were too.”I can understand if you don’t like me back in that way...then we can just forget what I ju-”

“Why wouldn’t I like you like that Six? Hell,the day you walked into the Mormon fort,and I saw ya talking to Butters and the other Followers,I got a knot in my stomach.I didn’t understand the feeling at first,but...spending every day by your side,helping you fight,helping you find your way in this world,made me realize...that I fell head over heels for you.I was just afraid that you didn’t feel the same...as dumb as it sounds...” he says with the truest smile.”Pretty sure the others knew about my crush too...heh.” You hugged him,and you didn’t want to let go.He hugged back.He had a cheeky smile on his face,”Y’know...the cliche thing to do now would be to kiss or make out....but we’ll save that for when we’re back in the Mojave and our lives aren’t threatened by an old man on a hologram.”

You kept quiet,only giving a quiet ‘mhm’ as reply.

For the rest of the three hours that was left,you two cuddled.You kept each other warm,and safe.It was a nice feeling,apart from the bomb collars around your necks.You also felt like a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders.You didn’t have to hide your feelings for the half ghoul anymore,and knowing that he felt the same,filled you with hope,and even more determination.Now all that was left to do was to find Tweek and Clyde,and the three collars,and finish the crazy old man’s quest.Then find him too...and kick his ass....

Finally I can post Day 1′s oneshot.This thing is over 2000 words.8 days worth of oneshots to go before I can catch up.I’m pretty pleased with this.Don’t know what others would think of it.I think the reason why I’m so behind in writing is because writing the tags is a worse nightmare than actually writing,and it makes me lazy.Whelp,whatever.

After the 25 days are done,I might make this a combination of a rp/ask blog and a blog where you can request oneshots.Of course then the role of the courier will be taken by my new kid,Max.Idk,we’ll see.