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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It- Prologue: Well F**k Me!

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: The Losers infiltrate a Child Sex Trafficking operation based in the Middle East thanks to their inside woman. New to the team, Stella has never met the men she will be working with going forward, all except for one that is...

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW) NO UNDER 18s PLEASE!!!! This also deals with mentions of Child Sex slavery, but no details really.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

A/N: So this is written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork 's challenge, and our prompt was the photo below. We'd also like to submit this for @jtargaryen18 's 30 Days of Chris challenge. As you will gather form the title, we fully intend this to be a Series as well, which will arrive at some point. Hope you enjoy, let us know what you think!

Happy Birthday Evans, you beautiful bastard!!

The mission was simple, well, on paper. Clay and the rest of his specially selected Black-Ops team were charged with bringing down a child sex trafficking ring being operated by a number of corrupt US and UK Soldiers who were currently stationed in Iraq. His person on the inside had successfully infiltrated the ring following a 6 month period of being undercover and thanks to them they now knew how it was being operated. The kids targeted were orphans, so there was no one there to make a fuss or protect them. They were taken from the streets, refugee camps and then smuggled into Turkey (not Syria as they had originally thought) where they were transported to Hakkari before being auctioned off and handed over to whoever it was that had bought them for the evening, ready for whatever disgusting fate awaited them. This process was repeated several times over a week, before the kids were then disposed of before a fresh new bunch brought in for the next auction in three months time.

It was slick, well organised, and fucking disgusting. But Clay knew he had to keep that disgust at bay, if he had any chance of keeping his cover. Earlier that day Cougar had successfully taken out one of the original players who would be attending the auction, thanks once more to the info their insider had passed on, and Clay had taken his place. He sat in the plush, velvet arm-chair which surrounded a dimly lit stage, a glass of scotch in one hand, cuban in the other. Coupled with his dark suit and open collar white shirt, he looked to be a seamless copy of the the rest of the perverts lounging in equally opulent seats around the circle.

A literal paedophile ring.

"In position..."

Roque spoke into the tiny ear-piece Clay was wearing. He had no microphone, nothing. Wearing anything like that was far too big a risk, but the ear piece as designed by Jensen was far too small for them to have noticed. It meant he could still hear what was going on, and once he gave the signal his team plus the rest of the CIA officers waiting outside would swamp the place. And if a few of the perverts happened to hit a few steps or fists on their way out, no one was going to cry about it.

"We have visual on you Colonel..."

Pooch spoke again "Jensen hacked the CCTV and is now about to cut their comms..."

"Easy as pie..." Jensen muttered "And as I am a genius, they are now officially unable to contact the outside world..."

"If you're a genius then they seriously need to rethink what they call Einstein..." Pooch retorted.

“Shut up Pooch, not my fault you can't even figure out how to work a laptop..."

"Enough!" Roque cut across the banter, Cougar's chuckle hitting Clay's ear as he watched a pretty, slim blonde Woman striding onto stage

. "It's starting. Keep comms clear until further instructions received."

Clay looked at the woman, her black dress was tight leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony-tail and her lips were painted a blood red. Dark eyeshadow adorned her lids and her calculating blue eyes scanned the room, falling on him for a second before she continued looking around, a smile curling across her face. She looked the part of a Gentlemans Club owner. Pristine, perfectly put together, but she was a female pimp- nothing more, nothing less.

"Gentlemen, welcome." she spoke, her soft American accent cutting across the rooms and Clay noted the slight New-England twang she had. "The Auction is about to begin but I must first of all run down a few rules with you. You will find to your right your bidding pads. Should you wish to bid, tap the button. Simply put, highest bidder wins. Once your purchase has been made and the monies have been collected from your specified accounts, you will be invited to meet with your latest acquisition in the specially provided rooms. They are yours to do with as you wish until 9 am tomorrow morning upon which time they will be collected from your rooms and your personal effects will be returned. All we ask is that you do not kill them. It becomes messy and attracts unnecessary attention to the club from the outside."

She turned and barked something in Turkish to someone and a door to the back of the room opened. The woman moved to another smaller plinth at the back of the room as a man dragged a crying girl, that can't have been older than 9 years, dressed in nothing but her underwear onto the circular plinth under the spotlights.

"Fuck..."

Clay heard Pooch's disgusted voice in his ear.

"This is sick."

Jensen muttered.

And it was. But Clay had to remain still, and silent. The play was simple, he put in a few bids and hung back. But at some point, when he was sure they had enough evidence, he would enter a bid of a million. That was the team's cue to move.

He let the first girl go, much as he didn't want to. But seeing her being dragged off the stage was enough to make him decide he was ending it with the second. He couldn't take watching another kid go through that, they had to have enough to bust this wide open, surely.

The next was a small, dark haired boy. He was pulled onto the stage by the burley guard, trembling, his brown eyes wide in fear. The bidding began. 10, 12, 15 thousand... at that point Clay hit his button, submitting his bid of 20. It was beaten, so he entered another and was beaten again.

"Bidding stands now at 40 thousand." the woman spoke. "Any further bids?"

Clay pushed his button "1 million." he spoke clearly. The woman cocked her head to one side, her eyebrow raising but before she could say anything the doors to the back of the room blew off.

Jensen, Cougar, Roque and Pooch flew into the room, flanked by a number of CIA agents and army officers as there was the usual pandemonium associated with a raid. As Jensen sprinted off down a corridor to the left in search of their Offices and computers, Pooch tossed a gun to Clay who joined the fray. He looked up in time to see the woman who had been running the auction sprinting out of the room down another corridor, but before he could say anything Roque was after her.

"You sick, fucking bitch..." Roque mumbled as he sprinted down the winding corridors in the depths of the club almost tripping over her discarded heels as he went. Eventually he caught up with her, just as she raised a gun that she seemed to have produced from nowhere, shooting someone in front of her. Just as the shot rang out, Roque threw himself onto her, taking her down. She struggled a little in his arms, her strength taking him by surprise as they tangled together but eventually his strength won out and he pinned her on his back. His hand reached up to grab the wrist of the arm she held her gun in and he banged it sharply on the floor a few times until she dropped her weapon. He looked at her face for a second, and something flashed in her eyes. Almost relief and she let out a breath.

"I'll come quietly" she said and Roque shook his head.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right here, right now."

"Because you need me." she shrugged "I'm your key to busting this whole thing wide open."

"Get up..." Roque snarled, as he hauled her to her feet, secured her wrists behind her back with his restraints. He looked her up and down and noticed that her dress had ripped slightly, exposing her right thigh flashing the hold-ups and garter straps he was wearing, into which was tucked another pistol. He ripped it from the strap which ran up and over a large, floral tattoo before he spun her round and with the gun jabbed into her back, he pushed her in front of him back the way he had come.

"Can I at least get my shoes?" she asked. Roque looked at her, incredulously, but let her slip the heels back on before they continued, emerging into the large cavernous room containing the stage. The plush velvet chairs now scattered all over the place, shreds of fabric still in the air as they were riddled with bullet holes and Clay was barking orders to someone in an Army uniform who nodded, and started to instruct his men to move out the prisoners they had taken to the waiting vehicles. Pooch and Cougar turned to face him first, before Clay spun round. The woman Roque was holding looked Clay in the eye and arched her eyebrow slightly as she raised her chin in defiance.

"Caught her in the back, she shot one of the other operators." Roque said, his gun nudging her forward another step "Probably to stop him talking."

Clay eyed her for a second, before a wide grin split across his face and he looked at Roque "Let her go, she's one of us."

"What?" Roque blinked, not sure he had heard correctly. Behind Clay Pooch and Cougar exchanged a look.

"I said she's one of us." Clay said, "She's my person on the inside."

Roque paused for a moment, looking at Clay then to the woman who turned to face him, her shoulders shrugging slightly "I told you I was your key to busting this wide open."

Roque uncuffed her and she moved her arms, rubbing her wrists slightly. "Sorry." he said gruffly.

"It's fine, you didn't know..." she said, cocking her head to one side "But can I have my guns back?"

Roque fished in the waistband of his jeans and handed her the two pistols which she slipped back into her suspenders, giving a little moan. " You ruined my dress..."

Pooch and Cougar gave a little snigger each and Roque glared at them both. Clay, however, ignored the 3 of them completely and looked at the woman.

"Did you get him?"

She nodded "Bullet straight through his head. I never miss."

"Through the head?" Pooch looked at her.

"It was a shoot to kill order." she shrugged "So I shot and I killed him."

Cougar tipped his hat slightly in approval as Pooch looked at him, then to Clay, then to Roque. Clay let out a huff of a laugh before he turned to the team.

"This is Stella Stevenson, aka Arty..."

"Like Artrois...that's clever." Pooch chuckled.

Arty grinned at him as Roque looked at Clay "Emma's replacement, right?"

Clay nodded. "She's slightly less volatile..."

Arty raised an eyebrow "Until I'm pushed...although leaving a bomb in someone's car is far too crude for my liking. You wouldn't see me coming, Clay."

Clay snorted "Losers, treat her well. She's like a daughter to me, we go way back."

She smiled, and then looked around before she nodded to a door at the back, gesturing at them to follow her. "Everything you need is on the systems. I buried it as deep as I could to stop them deleting any of it. You got names, dates, transactions..."

"They kept transactions?" Pooch frowned as they walked down towards the offices she was indicating.

"Key blackmail opportunities." Clay took a deep breath.

"Which I daresay we'll uncover as well." she spoke "This goes deep Clay. Deep. And it's not the only one. They're operating out of Syria and Afghanistan too."

"Ok." Clay nodded, "Let's see if Jensen is done retrieving the intel off the systems and then we can-"

"Jensen?" Arty blinked at the mention of the familiar name and Clay turned to her grinning "You son of a bitch..." she laughed, shaking her head.

Roque, Cougar and Pooch exchanged a look.

"What did we miss?" Roque asked as they stopped outside a door.

"You're about to find out..." Clay said, pushing the door open. The 5 of them stepped inside and Clay looked at Jensen who had their back to them and was leaning over a screen, his nose almost touching it. "You get what we need?"

Jensen didn't look up. "I was right, they had an automatic virus in here that can be remote operated but the stuff was buried deep, by someone who wanted to make sure it didn't get wiped, they clearly knew what they were doing..." he mused, and Clay glanced at Arty who raised an eyebrow "Just transferring it back to base now. We got names, dates, transaction history...and there are a few very naughty senators who are gonna be getting their collars felt. Which is better than them getting their balls felt by 12 year olds..."

"Shame you weren't this good at Mario Karts JJ..." Arty spoke and Jensen stilled slightly before he whipped around in his seat.

"Stel?" he spoke, utterly astounded as he stood up, his dark green t-shirt rippling over his chest.

She looked at him for a second "I thought you were in Afghanistan." she cocked her head to one side, taking his appearance in. He hadn't changed a bit in the year or so it had been since she had seen him last. Same cheeky and boyishly handsome face, same spiky blonde hair, same broad shoulders which tapered into a slim waist.

"I thought you were in Iraq." he shot back, eyeing her up and down. She hadn't changed a jot either. Same curvy figure, same long legs and he let out a moan as he saw the guns strapped to her thigh through the rip in her dress.

"Are you wearing suspenders?" His eyes widened before they worked their way up her body.

"Always were observant Jakey." she grinned as his eyes locked onto her own, those crystal blue orbs shining slightly in the light of the room.

"Alright quit perving and for your information she was in Iraq." Clay said, "Under my orders."

"Well..." Jensen nodded, his hands falling to his hips as he looked down at his feet before he glanced back at Stella then Clay "Fuck me."

"Ok, what's this all about? You know each other or something?" Roque asked, gesturing between them with his hand.

Pooch rolled his eyes "Good call Roque, you think?"

"She's my best friend..." Jensen grinned, "All the way through middle and high-school..."

Stella barked out a laugh "So that's what we're calling it now?"

"Ok, best friend with...certain benefits.. if you get my drift." Jensen shrugged, his eyes twinkling cheekily.

A that, Pooch let out a groan whilst Cougar smirked

"Nice..." he said, tipping his hat, speaking for the first time since Arty had met him, a low chuckle escaping his mouth.

Roque blinked and turned to Clay "And you knew about this?"

"I told you, she's like a daughter to me..." Clay shrugged.

Jensen and Arty stood still, not really paying attention, simply looking at one another, until Jensen grinned and threw his arms open "Come here!"

With a grin she threw herself at him and he hugged her tight, arms wrapping around her back as he lifted her off the floor slightly and kissed her cheek "It's good to see you Stel."

"You too Jakey"

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After an hour or so, Clay signalled to the team that it was time to depart and they headed to the chopper that was waiting to take them out of Turkey and to the UN Base in Damascus where their handler was waiting to talk to them. The man, known only to them as David, took all the information down, told them what was likely to happen over the next few days and informed them that they would be ex-filled back to CIA HQ in DC in the next week or so, for full debrief. They were shown to their quarters for the next few days, which were all private rooms in the officers' lodgings, thank God, and they all retrieved their kit bags from the piles that were waiting for them, Arty's own pack being significantly smaller.

"Hope it's all the right size." Clay nodded towards it. She smiled and took it from him with a thanks..

"Sure it will do...hang on, did you buy me underwear as well?"

He shrugged

"Ok, that's kinda gross..."

"I said I was like your dad..." he arched an eyebrow, "Not that I actually was. The rest of your stuff from the base will be shipped back, most likely waiting for you by the time we exfil."

"Thanks Clay."

The team bid each other goodnight and Arty, once in her room headed straight for a shower. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand, and stepped under with a light groan, scrubbing her body and hair down as if the soap and shampoo would wash away the last 6 months. It wouldn't, of course. Some of the things she had seen and had to do during her stint undercover had been vile, and she knew would stick with her for the rest of her life but she had known that it wouldn't be easy. She needed to compartmentalise, decompress, which was the whole point of the debriefs and psyche evaluation she would be subject to when she got back to DC, just like any agent returning back into the fold after a mission. Arty knew the drill, it wasn't the first undercover op she had been involved in, having been a part of Delta Force for almost 2 years now, but it was the first one during which she had been directly undercover herself following recruitment into the CIA Special Ops Group Ground force. She knew that you never stayed in Special Ops long, it was a short term thing few people were lucky enough to be chosen for and could be cut even shorter if one of the missions left your face too easily recognisable, so Stella was intending to make the most of it even though she knew already it was gruelling.

And then there was Jensen. She had no idea he was working for the CIA but then, why would she? That was the point of Black Ops. Covert. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little upset at how far they actually had drifted since they had last seen each other 12 months ago. When they both went their separate ways after completing the ROTC, they'd promised to stay in touch, and to be fair for the most part over the past 8 years they'd done just that. Phone calls, emails, and then spending any time they could when they both had leave at the same time together, but it had certainly waned over the last year and, well, now she knew why.

Turning off the shower she dried off and dug out the night wear Clay had provided her with. Pleasantly surprised and pleased to find a pair of pale yellow pyjama shorts and matching tank top she shrugged them on before she flicked on the small TV that was attached to the wall, and just as she was about to throw herself on the bed there was a knock on her door. Knowing full well it would only be one person she padded barefoot over the clean, but clinical flooring and opened it.

Jensen leaned against the door frame, barefoot and dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top, his handsome face sporting his trademark grin as he held up a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Me and my friend Jack were just takin' a stroll, thought we'd pop by for a catch up." He watched as she smiled, and stepped back to let him in. His eyes slid up her bare legs to her shorts and over her ass for a second before he shut the door behind him. "Not gonna lie Stel, was kinda hoping you'd still be in that dress and those damned thigh holsters."

"They only come out for special occasions." she quipped, heading over to the small kitchen area at the back of the room and waving 2 mugs. "You want one or we doing it straight from the bottle?"

"Why change the habit of a lifetime?" he snorted, twisting off the cap and taking a mouthful. She crossed towards him and he handed it to her and she took a loud mouthful, swallowing it as it burned her throat a little. "God it's hot when you do that." She shot him a look as he took the bottle from her, placing it down on the side before he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer "Fuck, I missed you Stel."

"What happened to no strings attached?" She looked at him, her hands falling on top of his.

"I still really missed you...not just the sex...but you..." he shrugged. "You know I have..."

"That why we've hardly spoken in 12 months?" she looked at him.

"I emailed..." he frowned, one hand moving to run through his hair "You're the one that went silent 6 months ago."

"I was undercover..."

"You can be under the covers now too..." he grinned and she scoffed, shaking her head.

"Is this really wise if we're gonna be working together?"

"Since when have I ever done anything wise?" he shrugged, pushing his glasses back up his nose slightly.

"You should try it some time..." Stella said, patting his chest. She stepped back out of his hold, grabbed the bottle and took another drink before she walked to the bed and flopped down on it. "Assume the position JJ." she instructed him and he grinned, dropping down besides her and she handed him the bottle. Neither of them spoke for a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence, having been in this situation many times before. Lying side by side, drinking, just being close to one another. Jake took another mouthful of the liquor, stealing a glance at her as she sat besides him, her damp hair pulled into a braid, the spattering of freckles that adorned her nose and cheeks evident following her being fresh from the shower, the trace of her jawline down her throat to the slight swell of cleavage he could see thanks to the neckline of her tank top...

As she made a gesture for the bottle he handed it to her, and she took it, her eyes still fixed on the TV, and she grimaced, nodding towards the screen. Jake followed her gaze as it was cutting to a News flash.

"I said there would be some very nervous senators..." he quipped, as Stella shook her head as the footage of Capitol Hill rolled, the news reporter carrying the story about a number of arrests linked to a suspected Military Raid earlier that day. They both knew, however, that any arrests would have been made hours previously, as soon as the information they had syphone had hit the CIA base. The entire operation was timed to a tee.

"Hope they throw away the key. Sick bastards." she muttered "Honestly Jakey some of the stuff I saw...it was fucking disgusting."

Jake looped an arm round her shoulder and she lay her head against his chest, her arm looping over his stomach as he gave her a squeeze before she sat up again, taking the bottle. She took a large gulp, larger than her previous ones and pulled a face as she swallowed, her throat bobbing and he felt the familiar stirring in his pants. She looked at him for a moment, their eyes locking and his gaze flicked down to her mouth before it moved back up again as he took the bottle off her and blindly reached behind him, placing it on the table besides her bed.

"Wanna fuck?" he asked.

She shrugged "Sure, why not?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth, his lips crashed to hers in a bruising kiss and he smirked against her mouth as she straddled him, his hands falling to her hips as her mouth hungrily worked against his. Their lips molded together in a well known practice, her tongue teasing against his own before she pulled back, gently biting his bottom lip as she went, drawing a groan from his throat as he rest his head against hers, his eyes flickering open to lock onto hers.

“You know…” Stella sighed, drawing back slightly to cup Jake's face in her fingertips “I'm liking this..." she traced her fingers lightly across his goatee, and he smiled at her as she reached up and took his glasses off, dropping them carelessly next to the bottle of Jack by their side.

“It's supposed to make me look meaner…” he murmured, his lips gently brushing hers as their noses bumped together.

"Doesn't work, especially not with the bleach in your hair." she mumbled as his mouth trailed a path across her jawline and down the length of her neck "You're still that adorably yet slightly dorky 18 year old that took my cherry." "You took mine too Stel." he mumbled and her eyes closed as she rolled her head back, giving him access to more of her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"How could I forget?" her voice was nothing more than a whisper as his fingers flexed on her hips, his groin pushing upwards, his hardness pressing into her core through their clothing. "I'm glad to report you got a lot better at it since then..."

"Well, you'd know..." he said, his tongue licking a line back up her throat as his hands grabbed at the bottom of her tank top. She moved to allow him to take it off and Jake looked down at her bare chest as she reciprocated the favour, pulling his top over his head, tossing it to the floor. Raising his head he gently nipped at the base of her neck, his hands sliding up her bare sides, calloused fingers ever so gentle over her ribs as his tongue flicked at her nipple as he took it in his mouth, drawling a loud groan from her as her hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation.

God it really had been far too long.

Unable to take it anymore he flipped her over so she was on her back, his body sliding downwards as he dispensed of her shorts and then his own, before he kissed his way back up from her ankle all the way to that thigh tattoo which was ingrained in his memory forever. Well, most of it was anyway...

"This...this is new. " he said gently, his fingers tracing the outline of the large, pink flower that sat at the top, almost in the crease of her hip.

"Go Petunias." she looked at him and he let out a bark of a laugh as she snaked her right leg in between both of his and using a well executed move she threw him on his back drawing a loud huff of surprise from him.

"Jesus Stel, give a guy a warning" he mumbled as she slid over him.

"Where's the fun in that?" she whispered, brushing her lips across the hairs on his face tracing a path across from one side of his jawline to the other as his eyes fully closed in pleasure, large hands gripping at her thighs, then her hips as she shifted slightly to start taking him in. Her mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ as they both groaned as she slid down, her warmth engulfing him entirely.

"JJ..." she mumbled, her hands falling to his chest as she held herself still "Jakey, look at me...wanna see you." He opened his eyes, locking them onto her own which were half-lidded with desire as she began to move. Her hips rotated as she ground down again, and again, his own rising to meet hers as she did.

"Fuck, Stel..." he sighed, "Still feel so good baby girl..."

She grinned, and bit her lip as her hips moved again, his hands sliding down to grab at her ass as she pushed down harshly, causing him to grunt as she ground down against him, tilting herself forward finding that angle that always got her off. Her pace was slow, torturously so, but it wasn’t long before she began to move slightly faster, working him harder as she chased her relief. The roughness of his pubic hair was grinding against her spot, the friction feeling amazing as she pushed down. With every roll of her hips, Jensen's eyes which were still locked onto hers grew darker, and darker, his hands digging into her hips as he pulled her onto him, grinding upwards further and deeper.

He sat up suddenly, so they were face to face, the change of angle making her cry out, as he slid his hands moved round her back, pulling her close to him as he kissed and sucked at her neck, biting at that spot beneath her ear whilst he held her still for a moment, gently thrusting upwards, deeply, slowly, savouring the moment. Stella rolled her head back, a louder cry this time tumbling from her lips and he felt her tighten around him, pulsing strongly as her orgasm washed over her and he let out a groan of his own as her head fell forward to his shoulder, her groans soft in his ear.

“Good?” he whispered, smiling as she managed a broken noise of affirmation, and without giving her a moment to recover he flipped her onto her back, his hands lacing with hers at the side of her head as he began to thrust into her, his pace harder and faster.

"Jake..." she gasped, as his lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her cries as her nails dug into the back of his hands whilst he thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes. The sweat was beading over his brow as he broke the kiss, his head falling forward slightly as he felt his own relief beginning to creep up on him. He tugged his right hand free, sliding it down between them to rub at her sensitive nub as he pounded into her voraciously and she gave a loud wail her head tipping back into the pillow, her breathing ragged.

"Come on Stel..." he gasped, "Come on baby, give it to me..." And give it she did, her body shook underneath him as her mouth dropped open and she let out a loud noise which bubbled from her throat, as she once more succumbed to the wave of pleasure washing over her. The feel of her clenching around him was enough, and Jensen followed her right over the edge into delirium, his hips stuttering as his thrusts grew sloppy, riding his own orgasm out before he collapsed down on top of her, completely and utterly blissed out. They lay in silence, both struggling to gain control of their breathing in the aftermath, not a sound being made by either of them bar gasps for air as the TV continued to play in the background. Stella gently moved her hands up and down the expanse of muscle on his back, his skin slick to the touch and Jensen laid still, relishing the touch of her fingertips as they danced over his body.

Eventually he raised his head, propping himself up on his elbows as he gave her a lazy grin which she reciprocated. His hands cupped her cheeks, his lips seeking hers out once more for a kiss that was this time soft, gentle, a stark cry from the ardent ones they'd shared before. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers, gently brushing their noses together before he spoke, his voice slightly raspy from the exertion of the last 15 minutes or so.

"Welcome to The Losers, Stel" he grinned.

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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Its my birthday!! I am 30!! Which means its also the 10th year of this blog! The official 10 years isnt until august but it still feels more real now.

Today was a really nice birthday actually. Like it was chill. But in a really nice way.

Sleep was mixed. I fell asleep okay but I had a terrible nightmare that woke me up in the middle of the night and kept me up for a while. The only thing I remember was that we got a text message from Joe Biden that we had to evacuate the earth and I was very concerned about my family. So I was a little rattled and it was hard to fall back asleep.

But I did eventually. And I slept in a little. It was my birthday so I am allowed!

James had work today so I would entertain myself. And that was nice. I was just in a good mood today and that felt good. I did have a little bit of a headache. But that would go away around lunch time. So it wasnt so bad.

I got dressed. Felt adorable. I wore the tiara I got myself. Felt great. I played animal crossing while I had breakfast. Ketchup threw me a birthday party. And I just had a nice time playing around. James also decorated a little piece of the island for me with birthday stuff. He's cute.

I would sit in the dungeon with him for a while while he worked. We got word that bad weather will be hitting us tonight. So I decided to go get us some snacks and milk so we wouldnt have to think about it. They are thinking we will have down trees and powerlines though which makes me nervous. But we are as prepared as we can be. Chargers charged, podcasts downloaded. We have lots of candles and lights. Well be alright but I am nervous.

I had a nice walk over to the store though. It was really cold but in that biting way, no wind, just cold. I was going to go to walgreens but they were loading freight in the front so I went to the grocery store instead. I helped a guy figure out what milk he needed because he couldnt see the label. Was very nice to me.

I went home and ordered us lunch. And then I got a call from the Y that they have a new placement for me. And that I could start today if I wanted! I decided to say no to today, but yes to tomorrow (unless they are closed for snow). And crazy good luck, it is like 5 blocks from us. I didnt even know that was like a real Y location?? So I can walk there!! Thats the dream?? Im so excited. I hope this site works out.

So I was pretty excited. I would sort out my bag and some outfits and art ideas while James went to get our food. And then when he got back we opened some gifts. He got me some things I think I can use for costumes. But what I was most excited about was the big green dragon squish! This is the one I wanted from target and Im really excited he was able to find him. His name is Dylan. He likes to play soccer. He's super soft and so big and I am so excited about him.

James would go back to work and I would draw for a little. Im working on a jewelry concept now. Which is so hard?? Why is metal so hard to draw?? Im going to look into some tutorials I think but I am having fun still. Though I did not like trying to draw chain and will try to avoid that in the future.

I decided to try the knitting loom I got when we were at the thrift store. And I was a little flummoxed by it at first. I read the instructions but it just didnt seem right. So I tried for like a half hour before I was like. This seems wrong. It turned out I was doing it just fine but I was using to thin yarn. So I switched yarn and went to the larger hoop and got to work.

It was a little hard at first, but over the like. 6 hours I played with it I got a lot faster and Im just. So excited. Once James was done work he let me teach him too. I literally just lost hours enjoying making this thing. I made it from the same yarn as the sweater and I think I can use these as sleeves?? Well see how it goes, but Im excited for the new skill.

I really do love being able to pick up skills like these and to be able to quickly teach them fairly successfully. Its just a nice thing that makes me feel good. I hope to play with this idea more though because its fun.

We ordered pizza. James made me balsamic vinaigrette which turns out smells horrible and is horrible but tasted great on my pizza. He also made us cake. Happy birthday to me.

Eventually we would jump on a video call with Evan and Noelle to talk DND and just gross them out with piercing talk. Showed off my new dragon. It was just a good time.

I took a shower and now I am in bed. I feel good. I feel happy. I gotta keep this energy. I hope I can keep this energy.

Tomorrow is another day. Will it snow? Will it storm? Will the power go out? I dont know. Maybe Ill start my new job. Maybe that wont be until friday. But I am looking forward to a good day. I hope you all have a good day too.

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50-percent-winchester-sister · 5 years ago

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Valentines Pool Game

Sam & Eileen 24 & 30

Dean & Abigail 28 & 27

Y/N & Ben 17 & 15

Word Count: 1,553

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY YOU SPN FOOLS! I literally forced myself to finish this before the day and post the of Valentine's day, so here you go.

Prompt: Its Valentine's Day and nothing beats hanging out with your boyfriend and your brothers.

Angsty at the beginning but fluffy at in the middle and end :). I'm mean, not cruel

You wake up when you check your phone and "Great its THAT holiday." Ben is grounded for sneaking out to see you, so you don't get to see him today, fantastic! You wake up to go in the kitchen to see Eileen and Abigail, your brother's girlfriends. You love that they make your brothers happy, but even if in your mind they could never compare to Jess and Lisa. You walked a little bit back to where they can't see you and you hear Dean say "Hey Sammy, is Y/N awake yet?" "I don't think so, I'll go get her." Once he left the kitchen he jumped a little when he saw you. "Oh Y/N, hey me, Dean and the girls are in the kitchen if you want to-" "Not really, its Valentines' Day, you four do your own thing, I'll just head back to my room." "I'm sorry" "Nothing to be sorry about Sam, now quit talkin' and get back to Eileen."

Sam walks in the kitchen and Dean asks "Is Y/N okay?" "I don't think so Dean, today's rough for her" "What? Because Lis grounded Ben? Please it's her fault for making him sneak out to see her" "You used to do the same exact thing with Charlie Dean, don't say that" "And you with Jess when you went to college," Dean said with a smile. You heard all of them laughing which made you both pissy and sad. You loved Lisa like she was your mom and Jess like she was your big sister, so hearing the boys laughing with Eileen and Abigail leave you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

You finally decide to come down in the living room around 5 pm and they look all nice and dressed up. Dean came up to you, shaking your shoulders and said: "Y/N you need to get dressed NOW!" Startled you asked "Wait Wha? What for?" "You're coming with us!" Sam chimed in. "But wait why though? I'll just be a fifth wheel..." "Okay, I didn't want to do this but.." Sam lifts you and picks you up over his shoulds by your legs "Samuel William Winchester you put me down right now I'm too heavy!" "Oh shut up no you aren't." He drags you to your room to get dressed.

To say you didn't look nice was an understatement. you wore black tights, grey oversized dress sweater, brown kneehigh boots and you had your hair up in a ponytail, the way Sam used to put it up when you were little. "Wow bugaboo, you look really nice' "Thank you, I'm not big on formality so this is the best I got" "Well let's get rollin' I made reservations, Don't wanna be late," Dean says. You five walk outside when you decide to say "I'll take my bike, you four take the Impala?" "Uh no Y/N, you're riding with us." "But Dean-" "No buts Y/N, now come on" you heavily sighed as Dean knows exactly why you wanted to take the bike. Being so close to Abigail and Eileen makes you want to freak out. The whole time you were the only one that was quiet and thankfully, Sam let you ride shotgun with Dean so you don't have to sit so close with them.

Once you get to the restaurant you blink for a second, "Wait, Dean, this place has expensive food, when did we get the money for this?" You turn to look at Dean to see him wearing a shit-eating grin. "Pool, of course, what do you take me for, a Real job employee?" he says as he chuckles afterward. "Alright whatever, let's just get inside," Abigail says while getting out. Everyone soon follows her when Sam lightly pushes you forward and says "You get to go in first" "Why?" "Just go," Sam says while having a big smile on his face. Dean holds the door open for you, Sam, Abigail, and Eileen, "Ladies first, you too Samantha" "Jerk" "Bitch" "Shut up" You say while walking passed them. You walk inside when you look up to your left and you see "Ben!" You run towards ben and he twirls you around. "Happy Valentines Day Y/N." He says while giving you a small box of chocolates and a single white rose. "You too! If I would have known you would be here I would have brung what I bought you, I thought you were grounded" "Yeah, hehe I am, I snuck out to see you, Its Valentines Day, you really can't expect me to leave you alone of all days." "Your mom will find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, I'll deal with her, but right now-" He looks behind you and looks at Sam and Dean, then looks back at you. "Right now, I'm here for you and you only."

You and Ben sat by yourselves at a different table then Sam, Dean, and their girlfriends, but close enough to where they can still see you two. It's not every day that Sam and Dean actually let you have a boyfriend, let alone Dean letting you date Ben, Lisa's son. Its been around thirty minutes until Dean comes up to you and asks, "Hey, Y/N, I kinda need you in the bar, were hustling at pool and there's this guy with a LOT of money and uhh, Sammy kinda shot himself in the foot and decided to go up against him, we need you." You stare at him blankly, why does he need 'my' help? "Sure? Can Ben come?" "Yeah of course, just keep him hidden, he's too young to be in there." "Dean, I'm too young to be in there." He scoffs but has a smile on his face, "Yeah, but you have a fake ID, you're good." You, Be, and Dean walked into the bar to see Sam acting super tough to the guy he challenged. You whisper, "Sam, I got this." You walk up to the guy and say, "Well, hey there baby, it seems like you just leaped into hell for that money didn't ya?" "You wanna go, girly?" You really don't like the word girly, you aren't girly. "Stripes or solids, baby?" "You choose, I'll win either way." You go to the pool table and fix the balls into a triangle, "Ill be stripes then" you say as you smile as you pick up a cue stick. "You can go first, it won't be long until this game is over," you say smiling. You look at Sam who looks deeply confused, and Dean who is grinning like he's never had before.

"What's your name girly? I want to know the name of the girl I steal thousands from." "The names Francisca Montiga, and don't worry, I won't be the one who looses." You won't tell him your real name since this will be the last him you'll ever see him. Once he goes he gets two of his balls into the nets, numbers 2 and 5. Impressive, you thought, but obviously not a pro. "My turn, you sure you won't back out baby?" "Just go, you're an easy target." Ouch, you're so utterly hurt, it almost makes you cry. you laugh as you take your turn. You hit the cue ball and boom, stripe numbers 9, 10, 13 and 15 falls into the net. 'Hell yes!' you think to yourself smiling hugely. You look back at Sam with a shocked expression and Dean laughing loudly. You hear Sam ask Dean, "Dean, how the hell did she learn to play like that?" Dean, still laughing says "Come on, don't act like it's my fault! She's always been a pro!!"

Eventually, the game ends and of course, you come out victorious, but with a small problem, the guy was super pissed that you won and you walked out of the bar with a black eye. "Here," you say obviously in pain, giving the money to Dean, "It's yours I was just helping out." "No Jen, don't worry, keep it, but don't spend it all in one night, trust me, I've done that, not pretty." Once you six are outside, your brothers and their girls get inside the Impala while you stand there on the sidewalk talking with Ben. "Sorry this isn't the best day of your life," you say with a sad smile, you felt like you just ruined his day. "Y/N, stop this all of this was actually pretty fun, though, I didn't like it when you kept calling him Baby." You lightly laugh, but apologize, "Sorry, it was all part of the act, I promise I won't call another guy baby again." "Apology accepted." Ben is the sweetest boy in the world, you thought to yourself. "Well my brothers are probably mad I didn't walk with them to the car." "Once I get ungrounded ill come by to the bunker so we can actually be by ourselves." "Sounds like a plan." You hug him and kiss his cheek while walking to the passenger seat of the Impala. "Today was a fun day, We should do this again next Valentine's day, minus the black eye," you say to your brothers and even their girlfriends.

#sam x sister!reader #dean and sam #sam and dean #dean x sister!reader #dean winchester #winchester x sister!reader #sister!reader #sister!winchester #supernatural

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jamlally · 5 years ago

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Baby it’s cold outside

This was written for the 25 days of Christmas Challenge that is hosted by @panicfob . The Day 10 Challenge prompt was Snow Storm

Warnings: Fluff and suggestions of sex

Pairing: Tony Stark x OFC (Belle Porter),

Summary:Tony has a surprise for Belle and the weather has a surprise for them both

Being woken up in the early hours wasn’t common place but it also wasn’t entirely unusual. Belle had spent the night in her own apartment for a change as Tony had been hung up on some project that kept him up late and had him coming to bed in the early hours. No matter how quiet he tried to be she would still wake up when he came back to his apartment and when he did manage to fall asleep it wasn’t restful. Belle needed one nights solid rest so they had agreed that she would sleep in her own bed for the night, and then they would go back to her staying in his room.

It hadn’t been long since things had moved on to the more physical level between the,, but Belle found that she had missed his warmth and his smell when she tried settle own to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning she had wrapped herself up in a blanket and headed up to Tony’s apartment, stolen a hoodie that replaced the blanket and headed back to her own bed, Surrounded in his musky amber scent sleep had come more easily - week right up until the lights in her apartment had turned on and the man himself was shaking her shoulder

“Snowflake, hey come on baby rise and shine”

“Tony?” She was confused and groggy “What time is it?”

“Oh its’ early, maybe 4 but I have a surprise for you”. He was crouched down at her level, eyes looking tired but full of life

“Couldn’t it wait until a little later my love ?” Tired as she was she returned his grin with her own sleepy smile “You could join me in here”

“Mmmmm as tempting as that is I don’t want to spoilt the surprise” He ran his hands under the covers one skimming up her leg while the other found her waist ‘Is that my hoodie I feel. Was my girl missing me?”

Belle blushed a little “No I think you’ll find I’m wearing it so its mine.” Tony chuckled “Fair enough. Now up you get, put on something warm, and meet mean the garage in 5” A quick hint of a kiss and he was off leaving Belle grumbling as she went to freshen up.

Bundled up in a warm jacket, jeans and numerous other layers Belle made her way to the garage to find Tony, who was stood leaning against one of the larger SUV’s cup of what she guessed was coffee in one hand and his ever present phone in the other

“There’s my girl, hop on in. I put coffee in there for you” She got another quick kiss on the way passed and then she was settled into the passenger seat coffee in one hand, her other resting on Tony’s thigh. Content with drinking her coffee and watching the world fly by Belle simply enjoyed the quiet. About 30 minutes in she realized that other than out of the city she had no idea of where they were going

“OK so it’s 5am and we are out of the city, so do you want to tell me where we are going?”

“Hmm nice of you to ask but no, that would spoil the surprise”

“Ok and why are we having this surprise? Is this like Natasha’s gift?”

“Ohh now there’s an interesting idea but no. I know that I’ve been busy and it probably feels like I’ve been ignoring you. In fact I probably have been a bit. When I get into my head sometimes I loose track of things and I need to just get things don. It makes me hard to be around and …look I know I’m a pain in the ass most of the time, but I need you to know that even when I get caught up I miss you”

“Tony, that’s not something you need to worry about. I understand that’s the way you work and I accept that - it’s a part of who you are”

“You say that now but some day it’ll get annoying and then we will fight, and trust me, based on passed experience it won’t end well”

Belle sighed “Is this because of where I slept? If it is we tased about that Tony. We both needed uninterrupted rest. You wake me when you get I and I wake you when I go out. It was just a night. Hell I count even sleep without your hoodie”

“I dint want to take any chances so we’re having a surprise. Now why don’t you settle down find us something to listen to and enjoy the drive”

Tabling the conversation for the moment Belle picked up Tonys phone and scrolled through it finding some podcast that sounded interesting putting it on for them both to listen to. Settling back she watched as the miles passed by.

Two hours into the drive Belle suddenly sat up looking at the signs in more detail and paying more attention to her surroundings.

“Tony are we heading to the Catskills?” She asked more than a little excited

She got a grin in answer and Belle found herself bouncing a little e in her seat in excitement

The cabin they pulled up to was beautiful, set amongst the trees, warm lights already spilling out the windows. Belle looked between Tony and the cabin until he nodded, then she jumped out the SUV and headed up to the door. It was colder than she imagined it would be outside and the air smelled crisp and almost sharp.

“Come on slow poke - I want to look inside” she called back to Tony, the excitement clear in her voice.

‘Put your thumb on the reader and the door will unlock” he called. Back moving to the trunk

“Of course it will” Belle muttered to herself, She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the amount of tech that surrounded her. Sure enough the door opened and she walked into a stunning log cabin. The hallway branched off into a living room, dining area and kitchen and what looked like possibly a bathroom, while a set of stairs lead, she guessed up to at least one bedroom.

The click of the door alerted her to Tony’s presence. Im going to light a fire and get the stove working, why don’t you take our bags upstairs to the room. Turning Belle was surprised to see Tony had 2 small duffles with him

“Now how on earth did you manage to get a bag packed for me ?”

Tony just grinned “Thats my secret. Now chop chop we have relaxing to be doing so off you go”

The upper level gad a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom, Belle picked the room with an en suite and put the bags at the foot of the the bed. Checking the bags he found one filled with new bottles of her toiletries and a pile of casual clothes, most of which looked to be hers though there seemed to be a couple of new sweaters. Smiling she pulled out a loose charcoal grey one that she definitely hadn’t seen before. It felt wonderfully soft and when she pulled it on she felt content.

“So not that I’m complaining, because this is wonderful, but why did we have to leave so early to com here”

“Well I had this all kind of planned but then the weather looked like it might not cooperate so I figured that we would just move the plans up a little bit. Ohh and can I just sy that who ever picked that sweater has excellent taste, it looks wonderful on you”

Belle moved up to Tony sliding her arms around his neck “MmmmHmmm not only does it look good but it feels wonderful too. It’s from my man on the side, he has wonderful taste”

Man on the side huh. Well he better watch out, I’m not a man that likes go share” Tony dropped his voice to something that was closer a growl before nipping at Belle’s neck. Belle giggled and moved in closer.

“Seriously though Tony, thank you for this, it’s a wonderful idea”

“So my plan was to make some breakfast and some coffee, maybe sit in here and read, and maybe do some other things too” queue eyebrow wiggle

“Now that sounds like an idea, how about I go get started in the kitchen, see what food we have and you can start on the coffee” Belle knew that if Tony had picked the coffee maker then he would probably be the only one who could work out how to get the damn this to brew.

They worked in companionable silence, steeling occasional kisses, and touches as they pulled together food before eventually retiring back to the loving room, coffee cups refilled, ready to relax. Tony had produced books from another bag and the pair snuggled on the sofa to read.

“So I did some research and there is supposed to be an amazing hiking trail not far from here, I thought we could pack a lunch and head out for a bit seeing as the weather is still good” Tony broke the silence, causing Belle to blink a little sleepily, She hadn’t been asleep but, she wasn’t that far from a quick doze.

“That sounds good, i'll freshen up and then we can head out?”

“No rush baby”

It.turns out that there was a reason to rush. They had found the trail easily enough and it was nice and clear making it easy to follow. There had been an epic view about an hour in and they had stopped to have lunch, before heading off again. Another 10 minutes in and the wind suddenly picked but, and it was sharp and cold. Tony had checked in with FRIDAY and had quickly turned them round to head back, but it turned out that they couldn’t outrun the weather. About half way back the wind had brought snow with it and it fell faster than Belle had ever seen. The ground grew slippery and the snow started to settle.

“You said the weather was going stay good”. Belle�� squealed as she slipped her way around the last corner before the cabin would come into sight

“Actually I said that the weather had stayed good, but regardless I probably should have checked” Tony called back raising hi spouse to be heard over the wind. “I didn’t think that the weather would come in that fast”

Belle gave laugh holding out her hand for him to grab “ Me either, come on if we hurry we will get back before it gets much worse”

Tony wrapped his hand around hers letting Belle tug him closer laughing at just how crazy the situation was . The lights of the cabin were a beacon to the pair and they sped up as soon as their target was in site. Tony fumbled with his gloves to get his hand out to unblock to door and Belle shuffled trying to keep warm, her teach chattering

“Ok Snowdrop in you go” Tony pulled her forward into the still cozy living room before slipping in and pushing the door closed. The wind was rattling and whistling and the light was dimming as the storm hit full force.

“Ok Snowflake strip and then it’s off to the shower to get warm. Tony was already shedding his jacket and boots and leaving them by the door.

Belle fumbled with zippers and laces as she freed herself from the layers, teeth chattering she took Tony’s hand “I think I need to help to make sure that all of me gets warmed up”

“As my lady wishes” Tony puled her back to rest against his front, causing Belle to squeal when his cold nose pressed against her shoulder

The shower was more than big enough for the two of them and the rainfall shower head meant they were doused in hot water in seconds. Hands ran over bodies, lips touched and sucked on flesh and moans filled the steamy air.

Lying in bed arms wrapped around each other, breathing returning to normal Belle couldn’t believe how relaxed and safe she felt. The weather was wild with the wind screaming but she felt untouchable, wrapped in the cocoon of the man that she had realized she quite probably loved. She wasn’t sure if he felt the same, and she was damned sure that she wasn’t ready to tell him, but in her heart the knew that the truth was there.

When Belle next opened her eyes, the light from the bathroom was the only thing that let her see anything. She slipped out from under Tony’s arm and the covers stopping to grab some panties, thick socks and the grey sweater from earlier. Heading down to the kitchen Belle started to put together something for dinner that would fill them and warm, She also started a batch of mulled wine for later. Looking out of window there wasn’t anything to be seen other than a smiling mass of snow. The wind hadn’t settled down at all from earlier and periodically she could hear the wind ratting the front door.

She was adding more wood to the fire when Tony came down the stairs and she glanced up at him

“Hey, the storms really picked up, I don’t think were doing any outside activities for a while, but I’ve got dinner on”

“Hmm well when I come down to a view like this I don’t feel the need to go outside. Come here baby girl”

Laying a final piece of wood in the grate Belle stood and saunters over, adding a little more sway to her hips, her eyes fixed on Tony. Pausing in front of him she reached out a hand to run it over his sweater covered chest

“The views pretty good from here too” she murmured before stepping in for a kiss which ended up pulling a moan from herself.

Tony leaned in closer deepening the kiss, one hand running down to squeeze a handful of her ass. “I need to go and check on dinner” Belle whispered against his lips

“Well I need to check on whats under that sweater” he more or less groveled back

Belle laughed slapping him gently on his chest “ Back up Mr and if you’re good I’ll let you have a look later”

Tony let her go but gave her a stinging slap on her behind as soon as she headed away from him before he went to look out the front door.

“Ah mulled wine too”

“Yep, I made us a beef stew and the rice is nearly done, I figured mulled wine would be a nice way to finish dinner”

“That sounds and smells amazing” His lips were back on her neck and arms around her waist “I just had a look outside and checked in with FRIDAY we’re pretty much snowed in, and the storm isn’t going to let up for at least 24 hours”

“So you’re saying that we are stranded here, all alone together for at least 24 hours, what ever will we do Mr Stark?” Belle couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice

“Oh don’t you worry Agent Porter I’ve got plans for you”

#panic's 25 days of christmas #christmas #snowed in #fluff #oneshot

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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This Means War 02

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13337635/2/This-Means-War

@max-thunderman @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel Okay. I’m finna go to sleep for the day. Work tonight. Y’all know how I do. I’m just posting the ff.net link, because usually, Tumblr is giving me the blues when I try to update from my phone.

It’s a Date

Charlotte anxiously watched Henry step into the store and try to figure out which Joss was Joss. He didn’t realize that he’d have to do that. Jasper was laughing, “Oh, Man. She could be ANY of them!”

“She’s the one near the tree,” Charlotte said.

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s the only one looking at him. That’s the only one who recognizes him.” Jasper nodded. “I’m curious as to what she’s doing here. How did she know where he works? What does she even want with him?”

“I don’t know… But, maybe I should go help him out?”

She sighed and asked, “Jasper, do you want to try to go snag yourself a lookalike because somehow in your mind that’ll mean that you are dating Joss Moss?”

He scoffed, “No!” But, it was obviously yes. He rushed to the elevator and Charlotte followed. “Are you gonna get yourself a Joss Moss, too?”

“No. I’m gonna watch her, because there are two idiots representing us in a room full of pretty girls.” They got off of the elevator and split. Jasper went to ask Joss if she needed help finding anything and Charlotte casually watched, out of sight.

“No. I’m just enjoying the view,” Joss said, still looking at Henry, speak now to the 5th decoy and groan in frustration.

Jasper called, “Henry! Look who it is! Joss Moss!!” He pointed down at her head. She smiled tightly at him as Henry approached.

He smiled and nodded, “It IS you!”

She smiled back, “And there you are.”

“What are you doing here? We don’t really get high class clientele in this place.”

Now, she stepped closer to him and flirtatiously said, “You made the mistake of telling me your whole name, and I realized that Piper Hart is your sister. I wanted to see if you were as… cute… in everyday life as you were crashing my party, dressed as a cute waiter. She did me a solid and told me where you work. She told me that you’d be a big mistake. She must not know, I like it when a guy is bad news.”

Henry smiled, “I’m the worst news.”

Charlotte sucked her teeth and Joss turned to glance at her. She ducked, but Joss could see her hair. Not to mention, Jasper was still standing extremely close to the two of them. “Uhm… You and your coworkers close?”

“Best friends!” Jasper cheered. She smiled awkwardly as he reached out for Charlotte, and forced her over by the arm. She smiled tightly and tried not to make eye contact.

Upon seeing Charlotte, Joss gasped and pointed between the two of them, “I know you. You’re the couple that stole my Gherkin bag.”

Jasper extended his hand and said, “We’re Jasper and Charlotte, Henry’s friends..” And his words drowned out Charlotte’s, “We’re not a couple.”

Joss looked at Jasper’s hand, but definitely didn’t shake it. “Henry… You’re friends with thieves.”

“Well, you know, when you steal from a…”

“PERSON!” Charlotte interrupted Jasper, “Whatever wrongs you do come back on you. So… If we were thieves, karma will handle our kneecaps.” She laughed uncomfortably.

Henry offered, “Besides, I saw a guy leave with way more than a Gherkin bag. He left with like four gift bags and a few boxes. So, if anybody’s kneecaps need some work, it's that guy’s…” As though on cue, Ray walked into the store with Katelyn in the stolen dog carrier, still sporting the diamond tennis bracelet on his wrist..

Joss looked at Henry and wondered, “What is this? A ring of petty thieves or something?”

Henry laughed nervously. “Hwat? Pssshht. Nope. We’re good guys.”

Ray walked up to them bragging, “Hey! Guess what I did - conned a sweet old lady out of her dog’s spot on the doggie retreat waiting list. Katelyn’s about to be living like a Real Dog-Housewife of Swellview!” He gave Katelyn kisses.

“Did he steal the dog, too?” Joss asked.

Ray threw her a look, then laughed and said, “As a matter of fact, I DID! Man, I’ve stolen a lot of stuff!” He casually walked towards the elevator and his three employees were quiet for a while.

“We’ll… the three of us are good guys. He’s…” Henry eventually broke the silence, but Joss lifted a hand and shook her head.

“I’m getting it all replaced, anyway. But, if this happens again, I may have to take action.” Charlotte winced, thinking about her kneecaps. “Legal action, that is. It’s a crime to steal from someone.”

Jasper argued, “Not from a crim…”

Charlotte covered his mouth tightly with her hand, “From the creme de la creme! Or, at least it shouldn’t be. I mean, you’re loaded. We work in a junk shop… Not saying that we did steal anything. But, if we had, there’s karma and also, we allegedly stole from the richest kid in Swellview.”

“I looked right at both of your faces. I know that it was you.”

“Well, it was nice to see you. We have to go back to work…” She backed away, pulling Jasper with her, vowing not to uncover his mouth until they were a distance away from the mobster’s child. He was struggling to free himself. He really wanted at one of those lookalikes, but Charlotte shushed him and let go of his mouth when they were both out of sight again, but within hearing distance of Henry and Joss.

“They’re a cute couple, but the stealing concerns me.”

“Well… I told you that I’m bad news,” he said, smiling and hoping she would let it rest. If Charlotte and Jasper got targeted by the mob, that’d be… quite unfortunate.

Joss smiled, “I can dig it. So, you should let me take you to dinner and a movie, or something. I hope you don’t mind a girl treating you.”

“As long as she’s treating me goooood.”

She squinted her eyes and wrinkled her nose as she smiled, “Why do you so frequently say things so oddly? I like it. Never change. So, Saturday, I’ll have my car pick you up at home, around 6:00 pm.” She opened a clack fan and at that sound, all of her decoys regrouped around her and they left the store, each commenting about how cute Henry was. One said, “I thought the other one was pretty cute!” Jasper wailed towards the skies and Charlotte elbowed him out of her way to go to Henry.

“That was weird.”

“Yeah! The last time I got wooed by a rich girl was never.”

Charlotte shook her head and said, “No… It was weird that Joss is walking about town with those decoys, like her dad. It’s weird that she sought you out and came here. It’s weird that she recognized me and Jasper from the party. All of it was weird. The only part that wasn’t was her asking you out.”

“Really?”

“I mean, the two of you KEPT flirting at her party,” Charlotte commented, “But, I don’t like the thought of her knowing your name, where you work and live. She’s the daughter of a criminal, Henry. You have to be careful. If she were to find out who you are, that could be awful.”

He and Jasper began to laugh and imitate her. “Yeah, Charlotte. It’d be awful if anyone found that out. That’s why we always try to hide it.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “I’m going back downstairs and doing some research, for whenever this blows up in your face for you being cocky and unprepared.”

The three headed back to the Man Cave and now, Ray and Katelyn were in matching sweaters that he bought with one of the stolen gift cards. Charlotte paused at them, but then shook her head and decided that she didn’t want to know. She sat down and began pulling up everything that she could find on Joss, Rob, her mother, their businesses, allegations, court documents, and anything else a vast search came up with.

“This looks familiar,” Henry said. “Oh yeah, you did this to that one girl that Jasper dated that time.”

“No. This is much more extensive than that search.”

“Is that necessary? One of those girls tried to kill you, and one let you off the hook for stealing a very expensive bag from her…”

“Did you know that everything that he had was switched over to her immediately following his arrest? She owns all of the Moss fortune and only has a small team of advisors to assist her with the day to day dealings until she turns 18. She. Is. Now. In. Charge…” She was looking at the screens pretty deeply whenever he made a high pitched sound, like he wanted to say something, but also didn’t want to. “What do you mean?” She imitated the sound.

“Well… I kinda saw something that maybe looked like she was maybe taking over… the night of the party…”

Charlotte turned around in the chair, “WHAT? And you didn’t tell us anything? AND you decided to go on a date with her???”

“I wanted another kiss, if I’m being honest…”

“YOU KISSED HER???”

“She kissed me! Only on the cheek, but that’s because we’d only have one night…”

Charlotte turned back around, annoyed and shook her head, “I don’t think that you realize how dangerous this family is! Her dad was so slippery that he continued his business for over 30 years without anything ever being linked to him! If you think that for one moment that he never shared a single thing with his only child, you’re thinking with the wrong head.”

“Jasper’s head?” He asked, in all seriousness.

“You might as well be!” She snapped. Then called out, “Ray! Please tell Henry that there’s no way that he can actually date Joss Moss!”

Ray sat Katelyn down and came over, wondering, “What seems to be the nature of this quarrel?”

“It’s not a quarrel. I have a hot date and Charlotte doesn’t want me to have nice things.”

“He has a date with Joss Moss, daughter of Mob Boss Rob Moss!”

Ray smiled, then stopped, “Wait. That was her up in the store, wasn’t it? Think she noticed that I stole her stuff?” Henry made a high pitched “well” noise, but Ray ignored it, “Nah! I handled it expertly. But, what seems to be the problem with it, Charlotte?”

“The two of you just put her father away for good. What if she finds something out?”

“I think Henry is good at keeping his affairs in order. I’ve learned to trust him, with even the stupidest decisions. He’ll make it work.”

Charlotte sighed and shook her head, staring at the teen queen on the screen. “It’s not Henry that I’m worried about not trusting…”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 years ago

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In The Beginning- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,107

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Storm clouds rolled in, ruining the picnic you were planning for you and Dean later on. Looking up, you saw lightning bolts light up the now dark sky. Thunder booms throughout, and you reach down to pack up your things when you see a woman standing no less than twenty feet from where you are standing.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“Amara. Unfortunately, I can only visit you when you are dreaming. I had to see how my vessel is doing,” she responded, taking a few steps towards you.

“You’re the Darkness?”

“It’s not the meet-up I wanted, but it’ll do for now. I need your help.”

“With what?” you asked, taking a step back when she advanced towards you.

“Releasing me.”

Gasping awake, you looked to your right to see a sleeping Dean next to you. With your heart pounding, you had a hard time forgetting of the dream you had. It felt like a nightmare, but it wasn’t the normal nightmare you were used to getting. Where was Amara and how can she reach out to you?

“Hello, Y/N. What were you dreaming about?” a deep voice said from the foot of the bed. Snapping your head to the intruder, you saw Castiel walk directly in the moonlight.

“What?” you asked, not really sure what was going on. With Castiel and this dream, you didn’t know what to focus on. Before he had a chance to respond, Dean gasped awake and sat up, looking at you before settling his gaze on Castiel.

“What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?” Dean grumbled, not happy that the angel was here.

“Listen to me. You have to stop it. Both of you have to.”

“Stop what?” you asked as Castiel walked to Dean’s side of the bed. Castiel didn’t answer with words, instead, he put two fingers on Dean’s forehead and two on yours. Then everything went black.

Groaning, you turned your head to the right before opening your eyes. Instead of being in the motel, you were lying on a park bench in the middle of the day, and Dean was sitting on the concrete ground with his head resting on the bench right where your abdomen was.

“Move it,” a police officer said as he approached you and the oldest Winchester, “you can’t sleep here.”

“Okay…” you trailed off before nudging Dean awake. He grunted before looking up at the officer. He looked to be just as confused as you must be. “Sleep where?”

“Anywhere but here,” he answered, walking off. Sighing, you sat up just as Dean got up to stretch his muscles.

“Where are we?” you asked your boyfriend.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. Taking out your cell phone, you find it to have no service. Dean took out his and came to the same conclusion.

“Come on, let’s see if anyone inside will help us,” you said once you caught sight of the diner across the street. Dean grumbled in response, and the two of you carefully made your way across the street before entering the diner. The first thing that stood out was the style of clothing the people were wearing.

Men wore plaid sweater vests with high-waisted pants while the women wore plaid shirts tucked into either pants or skirts. It was very 70s if you had to guess a time frame. The only two people who were not in style were you and Dean. The diner looked like it came from back in the day, with jukeboxes and leather seats that always stuck to your thighs in summer.

“Come on,” you said, shaking off the weird feeling. Taking Dean’s hand, you walked to the diner’s counter and sat next to a young man wearing better clothing than the rest of the men, but not by much.

“Excuse me,” you asked the young man who turned to face you, “where are we?”

“Jay Bird’s Diner,” he answered.

“She means,” Dean butted in, “city and state.”

“Lawrence, Kansas.”

“Lawrence?” you whispered in disbelief.

“Are you two okay?” the young man asked with a concerned look.

“Yeah, tough night,” Dean answered.

“Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg,” the young man said to the waiter as he pointed to you and Dean. Reg nodded and got out two cups.

“Okay, coming right up.”

“Can you tell me,” Dean says as he pulls his cell phone out, “where I can get reception on this thing?”

“The USS Enterprise?” the stranger said with a slight smirk. Reg came back over and set two cups of coffee in front of you and Dean. He was dressed in hippie gear, something that caught your attention. Either this diner was really into the 70, or something weird was happening here.

“Thanks,” you smiled at Reg.

“Nice threads,” Dean smirked. “You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?”

“Sonny and Cher broke up?” the man who bought the coffee for you asked with a surprised look. Dean finally understood what was happening around him and decided to scope the place out. However, your eyes were glued on the newspaper that the young man was reading. The headline reads “NIXON ACCEPTS REGISTRATION” but that isn’t what caught your eye. It was the date typed in the corner. April 30, 1973.

Quickly slapping Dean’s shoulder, he looked at you and was about to scold you when he saw what you were looking at.

“1973,” you whispered. A bell ringing is what snapped you out of your thoughts. An older man walked into the diner and smiled once he caught sight of the person he was looking for.

“Hey, Winchester!” Both yours and Dean’s head snapped up to look at this guy, and once you realized that he wasn’t talking to either one of you but the young man next to you, you froze. The only other Winchester you knew of that could be alive in 1973 was… no, that’s not possible.

“Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?”

“Hey, Mr. D,” the young man said with a smile.

“I heard you were back.”

“Yeah, a little while now.”

“Good to have you home, John, damn good,” Mr. D chuckled.

“Dad?”

“John?” you whispered at the same time Dean did.

“Well, say hello to your old man for me.”

“You got it, Mr. D,” John smiled before noticing you and Dean staring at him. “Do we know each other?”

“I guess not,” Dean barely got out. John nodded and got up, throwing some bills onto the counter for the two coffees he got you.

“Take it easy, alright?” he said before walking away.

“Yeah,” Dean mumbled even though John was too far away to hear him.

“This can’t be happening,” you said to Dean, watching John leave the diner.

“Let’s go,” Dean said as he got up, forgetting about his coffee. Taking a large gulp of yours, you followed Dean out the door, keeping John in your sights the entire time. Just as you tuned a corner, Castiel was standing there like he was waiting for you and Dean.

“What is this?” Dean asked once he registered who was standing in front of him.

“What does it look like?”

“Is this real?” you asked.

“Very.”

“Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did we get here?” Dean snapped.

“Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion.”

“Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!” Dean got angry, but you put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down which only helped a little.

“I told you, you have to stop it,” Castiel said, keeping a straight face.

“Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?” Dean grew even more pissed. Before Castiel could answer, a car horn went off, and both you and Dean turned to look to see if it was targeting you two which it wasn’t. When you turned back to Castiel, he was gone.

“Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!” Dean yelled at the sky.

“Come on, Dean. People are starting to stare, and we should really catch up with John. I don’t know what is happening, but we have to figure it out so we know what to stop. Come on,” you tugged on his hand, and he sighed before going with you willingly. It wasn’t easy trying to find John again since you didn’t know your way around town and didn’t know where he was going, but you eventually caught his trail.

“What is he doing at a dealership? Where is the Impala?” you asked once you arrived at your destination.

“Right there,” Dean answered, pointing to the shiny black beauty. She was sitting there in all her glory, next to a beige VW van where John Winchester was standing with a salesman.

“Is he purchasing that piece of shit? We have to do something,” you whispered to Dean before taking off.

“A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?” the salesman asked with a charming smile. John stood there in thought for a moment before nodding.

“Let’s do it.”

“I’ll get the paperwork,” he smiled before walking away. John walks over to the headlights and rubs one with his jacket sleeve.

“That’s not the one you want,” you said as you approached him as Dean leaned on the car of his dreams.

“You two following me?” John asked when he saw you two, standing up to his full height even though it wasn’t as tall as Dean.

“No, no, we were just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it,” Dean chuckled.

“We both were,” you interrupted. “So, thank you.”

“Yeah, more than a little, I’d say,” John chuckled.

“Let us repay the favor,” Dean smiled as he patted the hood of the Impala.

“That is the one you want,” you said.

“Oh yeah, you-you two know something about cars?” John asked, kind of interested in this.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, looking back on all the good memories he had with this car. Walking over to him, you remembered the first time you went driving in this car. Damn squirrel got in the way. “My dad taught me everything I know.”

“I learned from the best,” you stated, referring to Dean, “and this is a great car.”

Dean walked to the hood and opened her up, proving to John what he knew. John walked to Dean to see what was so interesting. Walking over to them, you got in between the two men.

“327 four barrel, 275 horses,” Dean gushed.

“A little TLC and this thing is cherry,” you added.

“You know what, you’re right,” John nodded.

“Then what are you buying that thing for?” you asked, nodding over your shoulder at the van.

“I kinda promised someone I would.”

“Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40,” Dean nodded. John considered this for a second before holding out his hand for Dean to shake to which he does.

“John Winchester. Thanks.” Dean stared at his father and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Y/N Lee Roth and this is my boyfriend Dean Van Halen,” you answered for him. John moved to you, and you shook his hand with a smile. John took his hand away and looked in the open windows of the Impala.

“We were in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?” Dean asked once he finally got his voice back.

“No kidding,” John answers.

“I've been hungover before but, hey, I was… I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?” Dean asked, trying to know if John was a hunter.

“Nope.”

“I swore I smelled something weird too, you know?” you butted in. “Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?”

“No.”

“No... There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?” Dean asked.

“Okay, mister! Stop it.”

“Yeah, if only I knew what to stop,” Dean chuckled. “Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” John nodded. Dean patted the Impala once more before leaving with you. Once you got far enough, you looked back at John to see him talking with the salesperson. John smiled before pointing at the black Impala. Good choice.

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 6 years ago

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Late at Night pt3

(Masterlist)

As Friday drew nearer, Seungkwan found himself worrying more and more. Part of his was simply worried that he and Hansol would turn out to hate each other, but the other half of him continued to play Sora’s words on repeat.

By Friday afternoon, he thought he was going to go crazy with the questions in his head.

Would he really become a target, just by going on one date with him? Was Hansol really part of SVT? He seemed too nice to be Mafia, but that guy, Chul, he seemed really scared of him. Sora said he was, but could he really trust her? She was really close to Mingyu, and he’s part of SVT. Mingyu, his boss, he was nice too, and clumsy, but somehow he was-

Seungkwan’s thoughts were cut off by his intercom buzzing. It was only 5:30, it couldn’t be Hansol.

“Uh, hello? Who is it?” He questioned, his questions starting to repeat.

“It’s Jesus, let me in.” Despite his doubt of her, Sora’s antics made him smile and he let her in. Her purple locks were styled into graceful curls instead of their usual braids and she had a dress bag thrown over her arm.

“Hey, what’s all this? Going to prom?” He joked, taking the bag from her and hanging it on his coat rack while she took off her heels.

“Not even, I’m going out with Gyu tonight, and I figured you’d be stressing about your date with Sollie.” She shrugged. “And I feel bad, about what I said the other day. You’re a grown man, and it’s not my place to ward you off people.” She bowed to him, “I’m really sorry Boo,”

“I understand. I’m new to town and you clearly know more about SVT than I do. You were just doing what a good friend would do.” He assured her.

“So, still besties?” She asked.

“Still besties.” He confirmed, opening his arms for a hug from her.

But despite this, he still wondered something, how was she connected to SVT?

“So you and Mingyu? Are you like together or something?” Seungkwan asked. Sora was fixing his hair, standing behind him in the bathroom.

“Or something. It’s weird and not really accepted much.” She mumbles, spraying his head with hairspray. “Alright, hair’s done. Go get dressed.” She whipped the towel off his shoulders, ushering him out of the room so she could get dressed.

Laying on his bed were the clothes she had picked out; a simple white button-up, a maroon sweater, and black pants. Stylish and simple.

When he went back to the living room he was shocked at his best friend's new look. The long black dress had one thin wrap sleeve and a slit going all the way up her thigh.

“Woah, where are you going dressed like that?” She looked up at his words, a smile painting onto her lips.

“You look good, Hansol’s gonna love it.”

“You didn’t answer my question, but thank you. You look good too.” He noted. She shrugged at his comment.

“I’m helping Gyu out with something at some high profile casino. Meanwhile, you and Hansol are going to this really fancy Italian place. Ready?”

“I guess. Hey, what if Hansol and I, we aren’t-”

“I’m going to stop you right there. Just calm down, and stop worrying so much, no matter what happens, none of us will let you get hurt.” She assured him, clapping a bejeweled hand on his shoulder.

“Us?” She smiled innocently at him.

“Figure of speech. Let go.” She turned away from him, and there on her shoulder, he saw it, a partial triangle that looks vaguely like the number 17.

As soon as the pair stepped out of the gates, two luxury cars pulled up to the curb. Mingyu and another man climbed out of the dark purple one and Hansol stepped out of the black one.

Mingyu and the other man greeted Sora with a kiss, which made Seungkwan realize what she meant by “not really accepted”

“Lee Sora, looking beautiful as always.” Hansol greeted the older woman.

“Chwe Hansol, you don’t look so bad yourself. Take care of my dear Seungkwannie, I’d hate to have to kill you.” She joked. At least, Seungkwan hoped she was joking.

“Don’t worry Sora, I won’t let anything happen. Have a good night.”

“You too. Bye Seungkwan.” Sora waved as she was helped into the car.

“Bye, make good choices.” He called.

“You look really good, Seungkwan.” Hansol greeted, grinning broadly.

“You look really good too,” Seungkwan noted, eyes sweeping over the black suit, with a maroon vest. “Did Sora pick out your outfit?” He asked as Hansol led him to the car.

“She did, she’s probably the most stylish person I know.” Seungkwan let out a laugh at the comment, remembering the time during finals last semester she wore nothing but the same pair of sweatpants and flannel for three days.

“I’ve seen her closet, I don't know if its style or just her being an art student” Seungkwan joked as Hansol got into the driver's seat. He laughed as well, which made Seungkwan’s heart swell.

“Well, she dresses better than me on most days. If it weren’t for my job, I’d probably be in ripped jeans and band shirts 23/7″

“Why not 24/7?”

“I’ve got to shower eventually.” The two burst into laughter at this, and Seungkwan found it endearing how Hansol’s whole body shook when he laughed.

“So where do you work?” Seungkwan asked. The pair were seated in a secluded corner of a very fancy restaurant. Hansol nearly choked on his food at the question.

“Why do you ask?” Seungkwan decided to play it safe and not bring up SVT.

“Well, you're always wearing suits and you’re friends with a café owner and an art student, its a strange collection of friends you’ve got.” Hansol shrugged at this.

“Fair enough, I work with my friend. He owns a few businesses and I help with everything from security to management.” Seungkwan nodded, he was good with words.

“So what would you be doing if you weren’t working with your friend?” Hansol’s face lit up in puppy-like excitement.

“I always wanted to make music. Like be a rapper or something, cuz I can’t really sing. I’ve got a few songs on Soundcloud.”

"I'd love to hear them sometime." Somehow Hansol's already bright smile grew about three sizes.

"You like rap?"

"I just like music. And, I like you." Seungkwan felt his face heat up at his own words.

"I like you to, Seungkwan."

Bt the time the pair finally decided to call it a night, it was nearing midnight. Hansol drove Seungkwan back so his apartment and the two stood outside the gate exchanging numbers.

"I had fun, Hansol. We really should do this again."

"Like another date?" Seungkwan nodded.

"Yeah another date." They smiled happily at each other for a moment. "But you should probably head home. Its getting late."

"Yeah, you're right. Thank you for coming out with me."

"It was my pleasure." Seungkwan unlocked the gate but instead of going inside, he turned back to Hansol. Leaning up on his toes, he pressed a soft kiss to Hansol's cheek. "Goodnight, Hansol." Before the other boy could respond, he slipped inside the complex.

"Goodnight, Seungkwan. Sleep well."

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ht4156 · 8 years ago

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My Short Story (phanfic)

In early winter of 2016, my creative writing teacher assigned a short story essay. Me, being the terrible person i am, wrote a phanfic. Enjoy girly, pastel Dan, and slight mention of punk, Phil. cringe.

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This is how it ends, or is it? I’m dangling from the edge of a cliff, stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting for my knight in shining armor to rescue me. But it’s of no use, for the ledge I hang from is what’s left of my sanity, and my knight? A fictional character that I spend my everyday, wishing was real.

My Chemical Romance always seems to fill my head with deep, dramatic thoughts. I switch the album playing through my headphones and continue to wait in solitude.

I stand at my bus stop, frozen in the thirty degrees weather, looking for the bus that supposedly arrives at 6:50 each morning.

The clock on my phone reads 6:55, the bus now running late once again.

My ride eventually arrives, pulling up to the stop at record speeds, something the driver could get fired for if he continued with this behavior. I wave to Mr. R, the driver, before making my way down the aisle to my usual seat in the back.

Compared to the outside weather, the bus felt like an oven , and sliding off my backpack and sitting down helped to remove most of the weight off shoulders. I avoided resting my head on the icy window, fearing the cold shock I would receive. Ice and snow boarders every window and doorway on the bus, pretty, but freezing beyond belief.

I pull out my phone and search for a distraction as other students of my class board the bus, laughing as loud as a wolf pack howls, a great way to describe the clan of nine or so seniors. I ducked my head in hopes they would leave me alone today.

“Would you look at that! Our friend Daniel is here! How ya doing Dan?”

I pulled at the sleeves of my light purple sweater, a nervous habit of mine, as they claimed the seats surrounding me.

Alex, the leader of their pack, pulled at my hair with a strong grip as one of his goons pushed my bag on to the cool floor of the vehicle. I heard my phone crack as slid of the seat and next to my bag.

“Hey! You kids leave him alone before I kick you off this bus and make you walk to school!” Thank god for the bus driver.

Alex and his gang laughed as they moved up towards the front of the bus. Sure enough, my phone had a thin, hair like cracks stretching across three of its corners.

It was 7:30 by the time the bus reached the school, giving me twenty minutes to prepare for my long day of classes. Throwing my bag over my shoulders, I followed the other students towards the building, keeping a good distance from the wolf pack. I kept my eyes on my shoes as I made my way to my locker. Right foot, left foot, right, left, right, left, a continuous pattern until I reach my locker.

After shoving my fluffy winter coat into the small cubby of a locker, a task that takes more time than it should, I made my way down the hall to my first hour. Maybe the teacher would let me in early, that way I could avoid Alex. My hair was out of place and my head still had a sharp pain from his forceful tugs earlier.

I never understood why what I choose to wear makes me such an easy target of bullying. No one wanted to help either, everyone seems to think if I wore normal, boy clothes I would be left alone. But why do I have to change in order to be treated right? My light sweaters and colored jeans shouldn’t determine the way people act towards me.

I reach my first hour rather quickly, the door open, allowing me to enter the class early like I had hoped. I turned in my homework from the week before and made my way to my seat in the front of the class. My teacher waved to me, a smile on her face as she returned back to her work.

I put my phone away despite still having fifteen minutes to wait. The other students waited for the first bell in the main lobby of the school, gossiping and chatting with one another. Maybe if I had a couple of friends I'd be out there too, but I find it hard to talk to people when they purposely avoid me in the halls. Alex and his gain and a strong voice in this school, whatever they say goes, so if they were to tell people that I was a stuck up, teacher's pet, it wasn't hard to get the whole school to avoid me.

I pull a book from my bag and start to read, hoping to pass the time faster. For the next couple minutes I fight to find the page in which I had last left off, eventually finding it and attempting to read. The bell eventually rings and I put it away, but my thoughts distracted me, only allowing me to read about five pages or so.

“Today we’re going to be picking back up on “To kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. If you could please open your books to where we left off on friday,” the teacher spoke.

The class room filled with rustling sounds from students digging through their bags in attempt to retrieve the books. After about two minutes of zipping, folders and binders scratching against the fabric of backpacks, and the occasional grunt of frustration, the class finally was able to get themselves together. My book already sat open to its correct page, bookmark placed carefully on the side of my desk and a piece of lined paper for notes and a yellow pencil placed next to its left side. The girl who sits next to me took once glance at my organizing skills and scuffed, rolling her eyes.

The rest of the class was spent reading and taking notes, no assignment was given for homework. The bell rang, alerting people that is was now time to flood the halls and attempt to make it to your next hour on time.

I was almost to my second hour when they found me. They being the aggressive wolf clan. A loud smack! Filled the hallway as my body was shoved into the blue lockers that lined the halls. The sound of laughter filled the almost barren hall, followed by another loud smack! as this time I was shoved to the ground, my backpack and its contents falling from my back to the floor in front of me. A few kicks were delivered to my side before they moved along to class.

My jaw ached from its harsh collision with the floor. I decided a quick visit to the nurse wouldn't hurt, seeing as I was already late to class.

“Daniel! Let me guess? The floor wanted to high five your face again?”

I chuckled along with the nurse, she didn't need to know the real reason, so I went with my usual excuse of being clumsy and tripping over my feet.

“You know me Ms. Johnson, my feet just seem to do whatever they want,” I flashed a fake smile in hopes she would buy my poor excuse. It seemed to work as she just laughed it off and grabbed me an ice pack.

“This should help that jaw Daniel, but I’d like you to sit here for a minute and ice it while I fill out an injury report form,” I nodded a response and eventually I was released with a pass to my third hour.

This had become almost a daily ritual for me, making it through as many classes as possible before Alex found me and delivered his daily punch, then heading to the nurse's office, if it was bad enough, and working my ‘I'm just clumsy’ excuse.

This had been my system since the start of last year, when bullying first started to become physical. But it wasn't as bad as it is now. The attacks starting with a light shove to now, at times, full blown punches and being thrown to the floor.

I longed for the day in which they would leave me alone, a day where I wouldn't have to worry about new bruises and how I would hide them from my mother. A day where what I wear does not affect the way people treat me.

I was growing tired, exhausted even, of the constant verbal and physical attacks. I was done, maybe I could run away, get a job and live on my own. Maybe I could just stop trying, live my life on the internet give up on school work. At this point anything will do. No one is holding me back, everyone could care less.

I’m just a background character, no real purpose.

I’m invisible to almost every one.

Why try?

Hours turn into days, days to weeks, a couple holidays pass, school breaks and snow days until it was the last day of january.

January 30,

I managed to work through the bullying and ignore it as much as possible. My grades stayed perfect and my friend count remained at zero. Alex’s attacks were getting worse, more damage was done and bruises were darker. He was growing angry at my attempt to ignore him.

I made my way down the hall to my last class of the day, feeling proud for avoiding the wolf pack all week, so far.

The hallway was completely empty, students in classes and doors shut. I got held up in art and was running a bit late, but I had a pass, so I wasn't all that worried. Only twenty feet separated me from my next class, but something made me pause, footsteps. Tap Tap Tap they grew louder. The owner of the steps was approaching quickly. A quiet, yet creepy laughter swam through my ears.

“Well look who it is, you’ve been ignoring me Daniel. It’s hard to put you in your place if you won't listen. Maybe I just need to try a more painful approach,” he had a menacing smirk drawn across his face and his whole demeanor sent chills down my spine.

“Please, can’t you just leave me alone?”

He laughed, “But Daniel, if I don't put you in your place, who will?”

The first punch hit me with enough force that I fell backwards, I stumbled, but I was able to regain my footing. He followed with many more hits and kicks until I was on the ground, holding back tears.

“P-please…”

I begged for him to let me go. I was on the bridge of falling unconscious when a voice sounded through the hall,

“Hey you! Get off of him!” the voice demanded.

“Come on kid, move along to class,” Alex replied sending another kick into my side.

“I said, get off of him!” I heard a smack.and it took me a minute to realize that this, kid or whoever he was, had punched Alex. Alex retreated, staring in disbelief before running down the hall, scared for his life, it was the first time someone had stood up to him.

“Are you alright?” The voice asked.

I groaned, “Yeah, should be…”

I attempted to stand, failing miserably and deciding to just sit against the lockers. I imagine I looked like an old doll, thrown into a slump against the wall.

“Thank you,” a pause, “you're the first person to ever stand up to him, you know?”

I saw him smile, “No problem, I couldn't just stand by and let him do that to you.”

We sat in silence for a moment, I studied him, I hadn't seen him before. Why would this completely new person, who has no idea who I am, just decide to defend me.

“Im Daniel, but you can call me Dan.”

“Nice to meet you Dan, I'm Phillip, but you can call me Phil.”

I smiled and shook his hand.

“How long has this been going on for?”

“A while. You must be new, that would explain why you’re talking to me.”

He looked puzzled, joining me on the floor he responded with, “How so?”

I laughed, “Many reasons, lots of people don’t like me Phil, for what I wear, how I act.”

“Well, I think you look and act just fine. Well from what I know so far.”

“Thanks Phil,”

“No problem Dan. Oh my god! You’re bleeding, here, let me help you to the nurse.”

Over the next few weeks me and Phil grew closer, over coffee ‘dates’ and many rounds of the game 20 questions. Alex started to leave me alone and so did his goons, and this I owed to Phil. I also had found out that Phil shared some classes with me, which allowed us to see each other more often, and classes seemed less boring.

Other students started to talk to me as well, and our group of two had soon expanded to five. Weeks turned into months and soon it was the end of the year, graduation time for the seniors and great satisfaction knowing that Alex was gone for good.

“So what are your plans for summer?” The warm air hugged me, comforting me, and giving me a sense of protection. We sat on a tall hill in the park, the sunsetting and painting the sky with oranges and pinks. Phil sat drinking his smoothie from the shop we had just been to.

“Nothing really,” I replied.

“Same here,” warm sun projected itself down on the hill, “you wanna do nothing together?”

I pretended to think for a moment, “ I don’t know, I was looking forward to being bored out of my mind,”

He laughed and playfully punched my shoulder, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Silence filled the air as we watched the last rays of sun disappear behind the surrounding trees.

“Thank you Phil.”

He smiled, “For what?” I rested my head on his shoulder, a friendly gesture of kindness and thanks.

“Just, everything.”

The End

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#phan #lovestory #oneshot #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #phansmut #kill me

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lizzizzie-blog · 8 years ago

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Remember that time when society made you think you were straight?

So, it’s been more than a month since I posted anything. As my 30th birthday looms (3 days and counting), I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about who I am. I’ve been reflecting nostalgically on my youth (i.e., listening to early 2000′s emo). I’ve had so many threads of ideas for post topics floating around my brain, and I’ve wanted to sit down and get into all of them, but... I’ve been utterly stuck on this one idea, and I’ve been stalling. I’ve been going back and forth in my head over whether it’s important enough to write about this. Questioning the validity of something I know to be true about me.

I’m afraid to say (write) these things. I’m afraid that people won’t understand. That’s one reason not to write this. Also, this feels self-indulgent. Nobody asked. I’m not sure anybody cares. I feel silly shouting “me too!” when friends of mine have been out - have had to be out - for years now. It’s moot as far as others are because I’m married. I've already “settled down,” so why does it matter? Those are additional reasons not to write this. But, it does matter.

Because I’ve learned that research shows learning the story of someone who’s a member of an oppressed group can help change people’s minds. And I know that sometimes people change their minds when they realize someone they know is LGBTetc. And maybe I can be that person.

Because bi erasure is real and harmful and I don’t want to implicitly contribute to it.

Because it’s not fair that, because I am married to a man, I shouldn’t have to be open about my sexuality as a prerequisite to living my authentic life, when so many LGBTetc people that I love don’t have that option.

Because every moment that passes that I don’t share this, I feel less authentic. And it hurts to be inauthentic.

Because self-love and self-acceptance are my main goals for my 30th year.

Because maybe I can help young people.

Because it’s true. (And the truth is always a gift).

Those are all my reasons to write this. And today they outweigh the reasons not to.

In early December of 2016, I went out with some girlfriends. We ended up huddled around somebody’s kitchen island, wine tipsy, chatty, giggly… all wearing incredibly immature “ugly Christmas sweaters.” I had a warm glowy feeling going. We were discussing our husbands when the conversation took a stereotypical turn in the “men - can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em” direction, and then we were on the subject of kissing women. Someone said, “I could definitely kiss a girl,” to which I shrugged “I mean, course!” in agreement. Then they qualified with, “but that’s probably it - I could never go down on a girl,” to which the rest of the girls agreed with varying degrees of enthusiasm. I shrugged and let the subject naturally change. This is the most recent in a series of conversations throughout my life, where I’ve found myself realizing that the way I feel is not the way the majority of straight women I know feel. This was the first time I noticed it in real time, though, rather than in hindsight.

It’s taken the better part of 30 years, and the happy accident of discovering Skam - and the incredible Skam fandom (Skam Fam - more on that later) - but I am finally in a place where I consciously know what I am: bisexual. Or possibly-probably pansexual. I’m not sure. Labels are tricky, as we’ve discussed. Anyway...

Growing up godless, I didn’t have any religiously rooted shame to overcome. I’ve always been emphatically pro-LGBT rights, ever since learning the meaning of the word “gay” and the concept of “same-sex marriage.” That’s always felt intensely personal to me. I’ve always felt a connection to LGBT stories in (pop) culture. They’re always the stories I latch onto and obsess over. I’ve always felt attracted to girls/women. I’ve always flirted with boys/men and girls/women, and I’ve always meant it. And yet… somehow, at the same time, I had no idea that meant I wasn’t straight. I didn’t know that what I was feeling for girls and women was different from what my straight friends were feeling. I assumed that everyone must be feeling what I was feeling, and since I was attracted to boys and men, too, I ignored that part of me. I received no messages that it was a valid option, and so I didn’t even consider it. I had trouble distinguishing between friendship feelings and romantic/sexual feelings, with girls and boys, so the confusing jumbled mess all felt normal to me. I dated boys by default, and nobody ever really asked, so I never really thought much about it.

When I was 18 and 19, I did the stereotypical “drunkenly make out with other girls at parties to get guys’ attention” thing. Only, it was mostly just one girl. And I’ve never been an attention-seeker. Looking back, I just really enjoyed making out with my best friend. And so I was happy to play along with the default narrative. ...I didn’t understand any of this at the time.

During the summer before my senior year of college, I developed real - or at least closer to conscious - feelings for a girl for the first time. We met working a nerdy biology summer job together. I knew I thought she was beautiful and elegant and stylish. I knew I thought she was smart and funny. I knew I thought she was incredibly pretentious and kind of irritating, and my straight male roommate who also worked with us couldn’t really stand her. I knew that, objectively, she was not someone I’d be expected to befriend. I knew I couldn’t get enough of her anyway. I knew that when we roomed together at a hotel during a work trip, I enjoyed the intimacy of it more than she did. And I knew that when we each slipped pantless into the sheets of our respective beds, and talked until the middle of the night, I felt fizzy. I knew that she annoyed the shit out of me, but I missed her when we were apart. I knew all these things, and yet at the same time, I didn’t totally know why I felt all these things. I chalked it up to quick, intense friendship. I didn’t think much about it, because we both had boyfriends at the time. (Not to mention, I was also developing an increasingly flirtatious texting relationship with her male roommate, and harboring a secret identify as my university’s mascot. I had a lot going on at the time.)

The summer ended and I didn’t see her any longer. I broke up with the boyfriend and jumped quickly into a circumstantially intense relationship with a new guy. My year as a mascot, my senior year of college, was a total whirlwind of mascotting and one incredibly unexpected, devastating, formative experience that I shared with the new guy (a topic for another time). The point is, I had no time for self-reflection with regard to sexuality.

Fast forward to the following fall, I met and fell in love with my now husband, quickly and completely. I was 22. Since then, I haven’t really had much cause to consider or think about my sexual and romantic orientations. Fast forward to age 29, and here I am.

I’ve never been particularly secretive about my crushes and attraction to women. I talk about my crushes on women with my husband, my gay girl friends, and my guy friends regularly. It’s something I’ve never felt any shame about. Shame is not what’s taken me so long to get to this point. It’s repression. It’s socialization. It’s a lack of representation in the media. I assumed I was straight, that my feelings for women were “phases,” outliers in my otherwise straight existence, just like everyone else had, because that’s the default option. Sexuality is fluid, and experimentation is totally normal, but eventually most people choose a “side.” That’s the story we’re told.

My story picks up in late December of 2016, a few weeks after the “I could never go down on a girl” incident during which I’d clammed up (and no one noticed). I was sick with the flu over the holidays. I was looking for something to distract me from my nausea and my incapability to spend time with family in my gross state, and I discovered Skam. In a matter of days, I binged through all three seasons, and it became my favorite show ever. I became more attached to fictional characters than I’ve ever been (which is saying something for those of you who know my heart). The show’s target audience is Norwegian teenagers, but its themes of self-acceptance, internalized homophobia, mental illness, feminism, and friendship (plus many more) are universal. The most recent season follows the story of closeted Isak, who meets and falls in love with a bisexual (presumably), bipolar Even. As they learn to love and accept one another, they learn to love and accept themselves. It’s a portrayal of a realistic, soft, healthy relationship between Isak and Even. It’s something I’ve never seen before, and it was so... refreshing, clarifying, to see. It is incredibly realistic, beautiful, and moving, and it touched me. I became obsessed with this show and these boys.

As a total fangirl, I needed an outlet for this new love. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t convince any of my IRL friends/family to watch a Norwegian show about teenagers accessible only through fan-made subtitled files on Google Drive. My husband got tired of me blathering on about the amazing editing, clever and moving soundtrack choices, and witty, subversive dialogue. So, I took to the internet. I found my way into the fandom on Tumblr. I met a bunch of young, gay (a catch-all term) as hell Skam fans, and I began talking to them. Each new person I met, I felt immediately connected to them. I felt at home among this group. They are incredibly kind and accepting. They are so far ahead of where I was at their age, in terms of knowing and accepting who they are. It makes me so proud and thrilled for them, and so glad they have each other. And at the same time, it makes me sad for myself when I was their age, and jealous that I didn’t have a similar outlet.

In the last few months, I’ve learned so much from Skam and them. I’ve made impactful, real friendships with people all over the world. They feel like my people, and I’ve come to realize, it’s because they are. Their struggles, and their futures, are a big part of the reason I feel compelled to put this out there.

So, here I am. Validating myself. Accepting myself. Taking my own advice - that I don’t have to be able to explain this to people who won’t understand in order for it to be true. I am Not Straight in 2017. I am Not Straight at age 30. I guess it doesn’t really matter. Then again, it really does matter.

#turning 30 #self-love #self-acceptance #sexuality #identity

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Ramblings: Bruins Reinforcements; Updates on Byfuglien and Pavelski; Parayko; Keller – March 28

The Boston Bruins are getting healthy as they welcomed back Marcus Johansson to the lineup on Wednesday night, along with Torey Krug. Johansson was on the second line with David Krejci and Jake DeBrusk while Krug was back in his usual spot on the top power-play unit. This makes the Bruins an even more fearsome team as they march towards the postseason.

Samuel Morin made his season debut on the Flyers blue line, having returned from a torn knee ligament. You can read his Dobber Prospects profile here.

My only take is that this is a guy with multi-category potential, but the format of a given league will determine his value. Even if he lives up to his promise right away, he’s behind at least the triumvirate of Gostisbehere-Provorov-Sanheim. Don’t expect a lot of points in his immediate future; he’ll be a guy who relies more on hits and penalty minutes for value, hence why the scoring format matters.

The Nashville Predators have signed prospect defenceman Dante Fabbro to a three-year entry-level deal and he was practicing with the team on Wednesday. You can read Fabbro’s Dobber Prospect profile here.

It could be tough sledding for fantasy value for the talented first-round pick with all the depth on the Nashville blue line. Everyone of note signed for three more years save for Roman Josi, and I don’t imagine they let him walk. Unless there are trades made, it could be a situation like Morin with the Flyers (even if they are wildly different as players themselves).

Joe Pavelski was at Sharks practice on Wednesday skating in his usual spot on the top line with Logan Couture and Timo Meier. It looks like he’s ready to return to the lineup on Thursday.

Dustin Byfuglien was skating in Jets practice in a regular sweater, meaning he’s very close to returning. For those playing head-to-head playoffs in the final week of the season, the Jets have four games (though they’re all on the road), and two of the games are against Chicago and Colorado.

The 2019 Dobber Hockey Playoff Draft List is available for pre-order now in the Dobber Shop, to be released at the end of next week. Get the edge you need for your playoff pools!

We had another barn-burner between the Leafs and Flyers as a 2-0 Leafs lead turned into a 3-2 Flyers lead and then a 4-4 overtime session that went to a shootout. The Flyers took the extra point in Toronto’s first shootout of the season.

Auston Matthews led the way for the Leafs with a goal and assist, totalling six shots on target. That pushes Matthews over 70 points on the year and up to 228 shots, and that’s the scary part about AM34: he’s a wicked volume shooter. This is a guy shooting nearly 16 percent in over 200 career games and he’s up over 3.5 shots per game on the season. If he can consistently play 75 games a season moving forward, 40 goals seems to be a safe bet year after year.

Travis Sanheim had a big fantasy night with two assists, a plus-2 rating, three shots, one block, and two penalty minutes. The young defence core we heard about for years is starting to come to fruition for the Flyers and that bodes very well for this franchise. As for Sanheim, he has been playing many more minutes lately – about 22 minutes a night over his last 10 – and that’s good news for next year. Even if he’s not the top option on the power play, those minutes with his offensive ability on this team will make him a 40-point threat in 2019-20.

More updates in the morning.

There is a little over a week left in the NHL regular season and I though it’d be fun to take a look down the road.

If you can think back a year ago, what sticks out to you about the fantasy game, specifically when it comes to player performance? You might think back to Ivan Provorov having double-digit goals and being on the verge of 40 points (which he would eventually surpass), having every bit the look of the future heavy-minute multi-category stud. Maybe it’s Anze Kopitar cracking the 90-point mark for the first time in his career. It could be Jason Zucker reaching 30 goals, seeming like a guy who will threaten 30 goals for the next several seasons. Or it could have been the hope that Carter Hutton’s great half-season with the Blues would translate to a new team for the 2018-19 campaign.

Let’s try to think a year ahead. On March 28th, 2020, what should we expect to see out of certain players with regards to the fantasy game? It’s prediction time.

Colton Parayko Top-10 Multi-Cat Defenceman

Following three straight 30-point seasons and back-to-back 35-point seasons, things were looking bright for Parayko heading into 2018-19. The team added names like Ryan O’Reilly, Patrick Maroon, David Perron, and Tyler Bozak, giving them loads of scoring depth. With Parayko’s stout peripheral production, a 40-point season would have made him a top-10 multi-category defenceman.

That didn’t come to pass, obviously, as Parayko sits with 26 points in 76 games. His peripherals and plus/minus have meant a solid fantasy season, but he’s still yet to attain anywhere close to his ceiling.

The problem is his assists as he has managed just 16 total thus far, and just two primary assists at five-on-five. Among 114 defencemen with at least 1000 minutes played at five-on-five, he has the fourth-lowest primary assist rate. That would be a concern if Parayko were a rookie or did not have an extensive track record. However, over his previous three seasons, he had 34 total primary assists at five-on-five.

One area of concern would be a drop in shot assists, or passes leading to shots by teammates, this season (from CJ Turtoro’s viz):

A couple notes on that, though. First, it’s still not a large sample of games tracked this year. Secondly, he had a similar rate a couple years ago when he had 13 primary assists. In other words, that drop in shot assists wouldn’t come close to fully explaining the drop in primary assists.

Parayko will be in tough to reach his ceiling now that he’s apparently third in line for power play minutes. It doesn’t mean he can’t be very valuable in fantasy leagues. With the Blues loaded with both rising and established stars, and Parayko due for a rebound in his assists next year, it seems very possible he’s a top-10 blue liner in multi-category leagues in a year’s time.

Clayton Keller Rebound

For those who’ve read my work for at least the past year, you know how high I was on Clayton Keller coming into this season. I had him as a top-100 player regardless of format and someone who should at least crack 70 points.

Let’s just say that I was very wrong on this one.

The first problem was that the team didn’t take a step forward offensively as hoped. There were a lot of injuries, sure, but laying everything at the feet of injuries doesn’t do this justice. Like Parayko, we need to look at the assist rates.

As of Wednesday afternoon, Keller was sitting with nine assists at five-on-five this year. Nine. Out of 245 forwards with at least 750 minutes played at five-on-five, Keller comes in tied for 225th, with a lower total assist rate than Johan Larsson, Markus Granlund, and Riley Sheahan. His individual points percentage is under 60 percent, which is abysmal, and the reason for so few assists.

Unlike Parayko, Keller’s issues aren’t with a possible downturn in his micro stats. In a small sample (like Parayko’s this year), things like zone entries, zone exits, and shot assists have all improved from 2017-18. But his play-driving, at least offensively, hasn’t been as good as last season.

Is that all his problem, though? Remember back to 2017-18, Keller played significant minutes with Derek Stepan; over half his time at five-on-five, in fact. He’s played less than 30 percent of his five-on-five time with Stepan this year, having played about as often with Nick Cousins. I do suspect that we see a different Keller next year should he line up with a healthy Nick Schmaltz.

Oh, and for good measure: Keller is shooting 2.3 percent on the power play this year. That’s not a typo, he has one power play goal on 44 power play shots. If he shoots close to his shooting percentage on the PP last year, and has close to the same assist rate, he basically replicates his 2017-18 campaign.

It seems there are a few things that are probably true about the American winger’s 2018-19 season: Keller didn’t take a big step forward in his development, he hasn’t been as bad as his point totals would indicate, and there are brighter days ahead. I’ll be buying a rebound in 2019-20 as Keller establishes himself as a top-100 fantasy player.

Brady Tkachuk Top-50 Multi-Cat Player

There’s no sugar-coating it: Sens fans are going to be in for a rough couple of seasons. There are a few nice pieces, though, namely Thomas Chabot and Brady Tkachuk.

I get that people will be worried about the lack of talent on the Sens roster for the 2019-20 season. However, since the trade deadline, Tkachuk has five goals, eight points, 49 shots, and 36 hits in 14 games. Pro-rated over 82 games, that’s 29 goals, 47 points, 287 shots, and 210 hits. If he comes anywhere close to those marks next year, he’ll be a monster in multi-category leagues, even if he’s a minus-20.

Now, expecting a 20-year old sophomore to put up over 250 shots and 200 hits might be asking a lot. But it does outline how Tkachuk can be very relevant in multi-category leagues next year, and that’s by playing big minutes and being the focal point of a low-talent team. I think back to Dustin Brown in 2017-18. Obviously, Tkachuk won’t get a centre near the calibre of Anze Kopitar, which is why I would expect under 50 points instead of over 60. The parallel would be playing 19 minutes a night, with top power play minutes, and those heavy minutes feeding into strong peripherals. Tkachuk hasn’t been 19 minutes a night consistently since the trade deadline, but he has approached 17 minutes a night and he’ll be relied upon even more next season, I’m sure.

Teams without a lot of shine tend to see their top players go undervalued in drafts. Just think of Anders Lee and the prevailing opinion of him once John Tavares decided to relocate. My prediction is that the Ottawa rookie is undervalued by ADP in September, and this time next year, we’re looking at a guy who is a top-50 skater in standard Yahoo! leagues.

from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-rambling/ramblings-bruins-reinforcements-updates-on-byfuglien-and-pavelski-parayko-keller-march-28/

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kelsusit · 7 years ago

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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Its my last day of my 20s!! It only feels a little weird. But I was weepy today. I dont think it was related. I think I was just. Having a hard day. Emotional. But it was still mostly good.

I slept alright. Getting up was hard but James came in at 830 and said he was going to bike to the store and would be back around 9. So it gave me a little time frame to wake myself up and get dressed.

So I did that. But I was down. Just felt sad. I got washed and dressed. I was happy with my hair. I love my new sweater. It was the first time Ive worn it and its really great. Very soft. But I was still sad.

I have some aches and pains. I need to make an appointment to see the dentist soon. And I have a weird wound in the back of my knee. I tried to feel alright but it was hard.

James got back and made me a bagel. I played a little animal crossing. And he worked at his desk. SweetP really likes the desk. It lets him be tall.

Eventually though James asked if I was ready to go out and I wasnt feeling great. But I wanted to feel better. So off we went.

First we went down to the harbor. We were squish hunting and I wanted to hit up 4 places. CVS, Marshal's, Five Below, and Target. Because they were each in a set of two spots. So we wouldnt have to keep moving the car and parking.

CVS was a bust. They didnt have any of their easter stuff out and they didnt have any valentines ones left. We walked the aisles just in case one was misplaced but no dice. So across the street we went to Marshal's.

Better luck there! They had a bunch of the goofy ones with the hair. An owl. Some unicorns. But I ended up getting a cuddler. I really would like the dragon one but this pegasis spoke to me. Its a very good hug. And it was on clearance. The cashier liked him too. Mostly because he was purple but I think they look like Guy Feiari.

We went to the car and headed out to the next places. A car almost hit us when we were leaving but James kept us safe. We were just a little shaken up.

We went to Five Below next. At first I was like. Aw man no luck. They just had a little unicorn. But I did get a mini brand surprise pack. James was trying really hard to cheer me up but I know I was radiating sadness.

We checked out and as we were leaving James noticed that we didnt see that they had all the new easter squishes by the door!

I was super excited. The cashier said that they just put them out but people had been calling for a week. I didnt want all of them. I got 5. I was super excited about the cow and the octopus but the goat and pig were really cute in person. James liked the carrot a lot but I want to make the bottom more pointy so they will need work.

We still went to look at target. This target had a lot more then the one yesterday. I ended up getting a very large dragon. I almost went for the bunny loaf but I am excited about my dragon.

We picked up some tissues and floss too. Because we are adults. Adults who were hunting for stuffed animals. And then we headed home.

My mood was up for a little there but it dropped back down again. I was sad. It sucked.

We went home and James would make up an at home picnic. It was to wet outside to try to do a proper one. But he made the food look all nice. He even made deviled eggs and green salad. It was a really nice meal. And we talked about my sads and he tried to understand what he could do to help. But I was just. Going through it.

I did get another gift today. He got a surprise box of beanie babies from an antique store in Hampden. And they were almost all beanie baby birthday bears. So later in the day I would hang up a shelf for them in the studio. I think they are very cute. It was funny though because there was no february but thats okay. I like the clown ones a lot. I think they are all very cute.

I had work to do though. After lunch I worked on the Capybara for Gaby. I finished him up fast enough that James was able to take him to Gaby when he went to take a bike ride. And that was nice. And it gave me a little time to be alone and chill with my own feelings.

I worked on my last drawing for the 30 day project. And then I went to play animal crossing. I made a rose garden and a carnival area. I want to work on the carnival more but it was still fun.

James got back and we talked about pancake dinner. He went to go bake in the kitchen and eventually the sun was looking really golden in the living room so I wanted to take pictures but we were having trouble with the camera and so we missed the golden light. But we still got a couple pictures.

But then I was just. So sad. I got overheated and I just needed to go lay down. went and laid in the studio and watched videos for a while. Eventually James came and laid with me. Until around 6 when he went to go make up pancakes for dinner.

We had a nice dinner. And then it was time for him to go play a game with his friends. I stayed and talked for a bit. Showed off my new squishes. And my new piercing. I actually rattled my piercing a little today and the top one hurts a little. But I can tell how well its healing so Im not to worried.

I have been hanging out for the last hour. I made outfits for the week. Played around with my renfaire costume, coming up with more accessories to make it more believable. Its been nice.

And now I am just tired. I am ready to take a shower and get some rest.

Its my birthday tomorrow! I hope its just. A good day. James had to work. But I hope to like. Read. Maybe take a drive. Just have a nice day. I hope you all have a good day too.

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourselves!!

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 7 years ago

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tfw I’m three chapters in

She never thought she'd wake up in time, considering she's set on the cafe opening at 9:30 and needs over an hour to get herself look alive, but here she was. Indeed, the girls -now with the addition of Carrot somewhere down the line- were still out of commission when she got up at last. The fresh steps and cheerful talk outside made a nice wake-up call around half past seven. Much more pleasant than the old alarm clock standing next to her bed.

First, she needed to remind herself that she's not.... herself. As such, she decided against leaving the room before anyone else did. The last thing she needed on a day without her morning cocoa was a boot in the face, because... well, Sanji. Of course, he should have been informed, but she could absolutely see him forgetting about all that noise when she leaves the girl's abode in a man's body.

On the other hand, she can't wait to experience not being stalked by a white knight whenever within a one mile radius of the Thousand Sunny. Sweet, sweet freedom... it's so close she can taste it. Oh yeah.

In the end, things go smoothly and she even gets her much needed cocoa with the obligatory dash of coffee for perfection( and staying awake)'s sake. She could swear to taste a hint of hazelnuts in there, which is a nice extra. Truth to be told, Sanji seems rather lost... the situation must have short circuited his brain or something. She dare say he's become just about robotic... “weird fever dream Trafalgar Law” has already taken a victim, alright. Everyone else seems to love it, though. She'll take it.

Her appointment at the doctor's approaches fast enough, though, so she leaves the kitchen after scribbling around the newspaper crosswords for a while. Ten minutes should be just about enough.

As soon as she boards the submarine, she can hear a familiar scream closeby, and two other voices protesting vehemently almost immediately.

“CAPTAIII~N!!!”

By the time it registers what “enthusiastic scream” + “Trafalgar Law's body” + “orange smudge from the corner of the eye” add up to, it's already too late. Something tackles her and lays her flat out on deck, squeezing every ounce of air out of her. Something that's really big... and fluffy.... Oh, the humanity!

“Shi--- Bepo, that's not the captain!!” She can hear Penguin's muffled voice through the uniform and thick fur.

The polar bear mink realizes the truth with a shock. “OH NO, YOU ARE RIGHT!!” he shouts, basically jumping off her.

“God, Miss Kat...! Is everything alright?” Shachi asks while Bepo is getting a mouthful, offering a hand.

She cannot help but cackle as soon as she has enough air to do so. “No- no problem... god, that's... I've fallen victim to the most adorable bear mauling.”

“D-do you mean you're not angry?” Bepo asks suddenly, as if he wasn't listening to Penguin at all. She could swear he's blushing under his pelt. Which... um, don't polar bears have black skin or something? Been a while since she read all those books on animals... then again, he's a mink, so who even knows.

“Nah, we're cool. I'm just glad I didn't include you guys in my promise,” she says sitting up, checking the bruises on her arm. There better be no splinters in there, or so help her. Well, actually, those might eventually make good practice targets. Whatever.

She takes Shachi's hand; “I also better get going... your captain strikes me as a punctual guy,” she says musing, and also trying to ignore the sting of the missing skin kicking in.

“Can't argue about that,” her helping hand smiles. “do you want us to escort you?”

Oh, no no no, that won't do... “Thanks, but I don't wanna hold you guys up. Unless it's a labyrinth down there, that is- otherwise I'll be fine with basic directions.”

“Just head down straight, then. The captain's room is at the bottom, to the right.” he informs her, but stops to open the door nonetheless.

“Good luck with the training!” Penguin waves as she dives into the faint sea of lamps. Bepo's paw also shoots into the air while he's squeaking an 'ah'.

“Thanks~” she waves back.

Descending, she's amused by the metal stairs clanking and creaking under her feet. One floor down, she passes a pair of doors what's most likely the dining room. Some people are inside, talking... including Jean Bart, whose silhouette she can make out through the window. For a moment she considers saying hi, but then she'd rather not distract them, and more importantly, she better hurry down already.

Which she does, and surprisingly fast. This place is at least one floor smaller on the inside than one would think. The outer walls must be pretty thick to do their job, huh. She starts wondering whether she missed a thick-ass door near the entrance, too. Because that little wooden thing is everything but safe.

As she's standing around the place she supposes she should be waiting at, pondering over stuff she admittedly has little knowledge about, movement can be heard from the room to the right.

Maybe she should just... knock...

The door opens the next second, but she remains unnoticed as the captain leaves it. Law seems to be rather... miffed. He's also wearing his hat, and it looks ridiculous on her head. At least the dress from yesterday is the same white, so it’s a match. Something's off, though... even with barely no lighting, it's beyond obvious.

Law, meanwhile, has been going through about how to get this crash course on the Ope-Ope fruit going. He couldn't get much sleep, so instead he tried to remember how he himself acquired his skills, most importantly the personality transplant surgery, which was the whole point of it. However, they needed to get started on the basics, and no matter how far he got with the planning, he found an underlying problem in his system- he had seen Corazón use his powers a lot, and built his most basic skills around what he saw: a bubble of influence. A Room. Kat, however... only ever saw him use his powers once, and chances are, she didn't even pay attention to him at the time. Well, twice, with yesterday included.

All in all, he has no idea how to explain the abstract idea of what he does without illustrating it to her. He has no time left to waste, though, she could be here any-

“Hi.”

Law visibly jumps from the scare; he looks straight-out offended for her to have managed doing that.

“What? Never wondered why my name got abbreviated to what's basically “cat”?” she asks with a coy smile. She's positively pleased with this feat. Her eyes then wander to the ground, and the second she realizes what's been bugging her beside the hat, she freezes.

“No...” He never considered it to be anything else than an actual name, but... “it's an apt nickname, I suppose.” He can't even finish the sentence as she snorts. His disdain returns.

“You put those on... under that,” she squeals between tears. Jeans... He put on fucking jeans under the skirt. And they are way too big. How they don't fall off- or whether they fit up her hips at all, which opens another can of worms altogether- is a mystery.

Already the wildest day she's had for ages, and it's barely eight o'clock in the morning. She's already so done with everything.

“... yes, I did.” He acknowledges after taking a deep breath. He's visibly displeased with the situation. “I'm not exactly used to wear... a skirt.” And embarrassed, too. He's likely to have tried on other clothes before settling back for the dress, but...

Kat tries the best to calm herself down after almost choking on her own spit. “Al'ight... alright.” She breathes, collecting herself. “How about *cough* a little change of plans... and we get you something that actually fits *cough* first.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “... elaborate?” Definitely not going out shopping, if that's what's being suggested here.

“Believe it or not... I'm not much of a skirt fan myself,” she says with one last little cough following it, then wipes away the tears.

“Oh?” Law's interest has been piqued.

“Apart from work I rarely wear these, really. I have a lot more pants and sweaters than anything else. So we can just pick some up at my place. If you're in it, anyway.“

That's a combination he can get behind... he just might agree to a detour. He nods. “Sounds fair.”

“...”

“*cough*”

“... what?”

“We are going nowhere until you got rid of those pants.”

#Kate writes #it's a practice self insert fic if you're new here #and it's one piece #KMKY

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